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Surprises	By : animecrazed117 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3965 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The involvement with Wufei had Quatre filing through his memory. He knew that Wufei had been married once, that it had been arranged and he hadn’t been in love. The Chinese man had a strong sense of honor, and in all likelihood, was still a virgin. He remembered the day Wufei had been shut out of his family. “A disagreement,” was all he had told his fellow pilots about why he suddenly stopped going home after missions, talking to his mother and the sudden move back to Earth to work for the Preventers. Wufei may have accepted the fact that he was gay, but he hadn’t acted on it. Quatre was going to change that.

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Inhale. Exhale. Center. Wufei’s mind was blissfully calm as he meditated. He felt his mind gently drift away to wash over memories better remained un-thought of. Memories of the past, problems of the present…Wufei breathed evenly as he filtered through these thoughts. Meditation was the time to think about these things, when there were no distractions. More often than not, these thoughts were centered on being alone, and today was no different. His mind felt alone, abandoned. The death of his wife had liberated him, of sorts. He had known he was homosexual before the marriage, but was bound by family honor to continue on the genetic line. While he and his wife had been friends, there was never anything more there. Her illness and sudden death had been immensely sad for Wufei, but he was determined to become his own person. He came out to his family, and that quickly found himself without one. He had braced himself for their reaction, but nothing could have prepared him for the look of pain in his mother’s eyes as his father handed him a duffel and told him to get out and not return.

Shame beat at him, but he threw it off. He was not ashamed of himself. He was who he was and no one could change that. The whole thing would have been easier if he had had someone else there, to lean on and help support him through the tough times. But he hadn’t, and still didn’t. He had come to the one place he had felt accepted – the pilots. The war had left them all extremely close, and he was relieved to come back amongst friends. Though not said in the open, he knew his orientation was not a secret from some of them. Heero always seemed to know things, and after Duo had overheard a not-so-calm phone call that involved yelling about how being gay was not wrong, he had figured it out as well. However, neither pilot brought it up. For this, Wufei had been thankful. The rebuttal of his parents and entire family had shaken him, and while he had accepted his orientation, he was not comfortable with it being public knowledge.

That was what had shaken him up the most after that night. He had been the last one to affirm Quatre’s question, though Duo had pretty much let it slip already. Now, all of the pilots knew, without a doubt, that he preferred men. Yet this didn’t seem to bother anyone, probably because they all preferred men as well. He hadn’t known that. Wufei wanted to defend his friends, tell himself that they would never judge him like that or hold it against him, but his own family had done just that. How could he think otherwise?

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Quatre tip-toed to Wufei’s room and slipped in, only to stop short. Gods, he’s beautiful. Wufei was seated on the balcony of his room, criss-cross applesauce, hands on his knees, palms up. His lack of shirt allowed Quatre to see the muscles of his back ripple with each inhale and exhale. The sun shone down, making the Asian seem to glow in the rays and his dark hair swept to the side in the soft breeze. Wufei never let his hair down in front of them, yet it was down now, in the privacy of his room. Quatre swallowed heavily. Wufei was breathtaking.

He brought himself out of his reverie and cleared his throat softly. He saw those shoulders tense slightly before he heard a sigh. Hands quickly tied that black hair to the base of his neck as Wufei gracefully stood and acknowledged his visitor.

“Oh, you don’t have to get up, Wufei, I was just wondering if I could sit with you?”

Wufei looked surprised, but shrugged before returning to his seated position.

Quatre quickly moved to take a spot on the balcony next to Wufei. Together, they enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Wufei’s thoughts were not quiet anymore. Why was Quatre here? What was he doing?

Finally, Quatre spoke. “I have something I want to ask you, but I understand if you don’t want to answer. I guess I seem really silly, not knowing my closest friends were gay. It hasn’t really changed anything,” he said quickly, noticing Wufei tense, “just made me curious. Wufei, weren’t you married?”

Wufei was quiet for a while, trying to decide if he was going to answer that. He had had no one for so long, would it be so bad to finally share his story? And Quatre was the best listener.

“Her name was Me Chien. We grew up together. We were betrothed before I even knew what the term meant. We married as soon as we were both sixteen – the legal age in my culture. Shortly after, she grew sick, and passed away before our one-year anniversary.”

Quatre gasped. “Wufei, that’s awful!”

Wufei grimaced. “It wasn’t an easy time.”

“…but when did you realize you were interested in boys?” Quatre asked cautiously.

Wufei exhaled. “Since I was very young, actually. I never took any interest in girls, and when I hit my teenage year, I discovered quickly that they held no attraction for me. If I don’t like girls, I must like boys. But none of this mattered. I had to marry. It was expected. I didn’t have a choice. Me Chien figured it out quickly.”

Quatre inclined his head, but Wufei continued speaking, answering the unspoken question. “I couldn’t be intimate with her. I just couldn’t do it.” He glanced at Quatre, ducking his head. “I’ve never actually been with anyone, but I knew it would never be with a girl. After her death, I decided that I was never going to pretend to be something I’m not again. I came out to my family, and they disowned me.”

“But why?” Quatre cried out.

“You have to understand,” Wufei said, staring straight ahead. “It is seen as shameful in my culture. If one is homosexual, one cannot continue the family line. Almost no one is gay, and if they are, they spend their whole lives in the closet, living a lie. I didn’t want that. So I came to the people I knew I could depend on – you guys.” Wufei blushed slightly.

“But Wufei, why didn’t you tell us?” Quatre had to ask.

Wufei was quiet, and Quatre wasn’t sure he was going to answer. But then, “I didn’t know how. I came out to my family, and that ended in disaster. While I knew in the back of my head that nothing would happen even if you did know, I couldn’t bring myself to actually say it out loud again. Then, Heero suddenly knew. I’m still not quite sure how that happened, but one day he simply looked me in the eye and said ‘you will always be welcome here, no matter what’, in that monotone way of his. And Duo overheard one of the rare phone conversations I’ve had with my mom since I left, and he simply smiled at me and said he was glad he wasn’t the only fag in the house.”

Quatre snickered. That was so Duo. “So you didn’t know that Trowa was gay either?”

“Nope, that was a surprise to me.”

Quatre giggled. “Glad to know I wasn’t the only one.”

They fell into a companionable silence. Once again, Quatre was the one to break it.

“…did you ever kiss your wife?”

Wufei sighed. “Nothing outside of the wedding-day peck. I’ve never kissed anyone, either,” he mumbled.

“Really?” Quatre asked.

Wufei flushed. “I didn’t want to kiss my wife, and I’ve never had a relationship with a guy. So no, I’ve never kissed anyone. Probably wouldn’t know what to do,” he finished to himself.

Quatre heard it. And seized his opportunity. “…I would show you, if you want.”

Wufei jerked his head up sharply, uncertain if he had heard that right. “Excuse me?”

It was Quatre’s turn to blush. “How to kiss. It’s not hard, and it’s kind of an important skill. I could teach you.”

Wufei drew in a shuddering breath. Did he dare to act on this offer? What were the repercussions? And suddenly, it didn’t matter. He wanted to know, wanted to kiss Quatre.

“I think I would like that,” he said shyly, glancing up at Quatre.

Quatre smiled warmly, turning to face Wufei, motioning for Wufei to do the same. Slowly, Quatre leaned forward to brush his lips against Wufei’s. Wufei was frozen, unmoving as Quatre glided his lips along his own. Quatre nibbled at his bottom lip, encouraging him to relax and enjoy the kiss. Slowly, Wufei pressed back against Quatre, enjoying the feeling of the other man against his lips. Quatre pulled back, leaving Wufei questioning. “That was cute, Wufei, but what about a real kiss?” Not giving him anytime to answer, Quatre brought their lips back together, much more forceful this time. He swiped his tongue along the seam of Wufei’s lips, drawing a startled gasp from the Asian. Never one to pass an open invitation, Quatre plunged his tongue into the moist cavern, sighing at the taste that was Wufei.

Wufei moaned into the kiss, feeling hot and unsure of what to do. Hesitantly, he moved is lips against Quatre’s, allowing Quatre to explore his mouth and gently pressing his tongue to the matching muscle. It wasn’t in challenge, just a curiosity. Quatre teased Wufei, coaxing that tongue to explore in his own way. Wufei’s head was spinning, and he could feel his blood rushing through his veins.

Both were breathing heavily. Quatre was hoping he hadn’t pushed too hard, moved too fast. Wufei had a look of wonder on his face, bringing his hands up to touch his lips before offering a shy smile.

“I liked that,” he said softly.

“I’m glad,” Quatre grinned. “I did too. There is so much more, Wufei. I understand the importance of the first time,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch Wufei’s cheek, “but I would be honored if you would let me show you what it means to be with someone who cares about you, and understands.”

To his credit, Wufei did not immediately shut down. His eyes widened, mind whirling. Was Quatre serious? He would do that for him? Did he want that? Did he want to be with Quatre? As his mind slowly settled, Wufei continued to think it out. Quatre was definitely attractive, and he trusted him with his life. And then, it was clear. He could think of no one else he would rather be with.

And then he had a thought. “Are you not innocent as well?”

Quatre smirked. “Not exactly. I don’t sleep around, nor do I take sex lightly, but I have been with a few.”

Wufei mulled over that little fact before deciding it didn’t really matter. At least one of them would know what they were doing.

So instead of giving a verbal affirmation, Wufei simply leaned forward to kiss Quatre again. Quatre mentally let out the breath he had been holding. Then he gave himself over the pleasure of Wufei’s kiss. It was hesitant, and Quatre really was honored that Wufei would trust him like this. Quatre moved their lips together, brushing back and forth before once again teasing at the seam and sneaking inside to the haven of the other’s mouth. Wufei sighed into the kiss, enjoying the fire that was starting to race through his veins. His tongue, gaining in confidence, chased Quatre’s back into his mouth, tasting the smaller blonde. So sweet.

Quatre pulled away with a gasp, remembering the need for oxygen. However, he let his lips journey across the face in front of him, kissing cheeks, forehead, nose, before nibbling on the shell of an ear. Wufei gasped, breathing hot breath onto Quatre’s shoulder from his still-seated position. He trembled as Quatre pulled that earlobe into his mouth, gently sucking on it before tracing the ear with his tongue. Wufei reached up and pulled that mouth back to his own, desperate for more of the drugging kisses.

Quatre obliged him, kissing him senseless before pulling away with a smile. He brought his hands up to Wufei’s hair, sneaking them down to pull out the tie at the base of his neck and running his fingers through the ebony strands. He brought his hands down to trail them down Wufei’s chest and up, circling around his nipples to gently push on the shoulders. Understanding, Wufei laid back on the floor, looking shyly at Quatre. Giving a reassuring smile, Quatre followed him down to the floor, holding himself above Wufei on his elbows. He leaned in to give him a kiss before once again peppering his face and ears with attention. However, now he was in position to play with his chest. Quatre wormed his way down, trailing his tongues over Wufei’s collar bones. Wufei shivered. Slowly, Quatre kissed down the center line to draw his tongue across the top indention of abdominals before coming back up to blow air across a nipple.

Wufei gasped. Quatre would have laughed if that hadn’t been one of the sexiest noises he had ever heard. “Bet you didn’t know how sensitive those could be, didya?” He leaned down to take one in his mouth, toying with it, gently nibbling before pulling back to blow air again. Wufei squirmed. His chest was on fire! It was like a vein ran straight from his nipples to his cock. He was so hard! And it wasn’t something Quatre failed to notice. As Quatre moved to take the opposite nipple in his mouth, he slowly made a small circle with his hips, brushing against Wufei’s hardness with his own. Wufei gasped again.

Quatre had to remind himself that as a virgin, Wufei was going to be extremely sensitive. He didn’t roll his hips again but continued to wreak havoc on his nipples, bringing a hand up to play with the one not in his mouth. Wufei was panting hard. This was going to be embarrassing if he finished before they even really got started. He tried to grasp at his vocal skills, “too much” he gasped. Slowly, Quatre pulled back to stare into onyx eyes, eyes that were clouded with lust. Wufei brought trembling hands to the buttons on Quatre’s shirt. “Off,” he managed to pant.

Quatre grinned down at him before slowly sitting back on his knees, crouched over the slightly taller Asian. Slowly, he worked the buttons undone and let the shirt slide off his shoulders. Their skin tones were extremely different, Wufei a beautiful bronze color offset by Quatre’s creamy white skin. Quatre leaned forward for another kiss, dominating Wufei’s senses while carefully keeping their chests apart. But Wufei wanted to feel skin on skin and reached up to gently grasp Quatre’s sides and pull down, enjoying the weight and feel of the smaller man on top of him. He groaned as their erections came into contact. Even through both pairs of pants, the friction was incredible and he couldn’t help but wiggle.

A groan was pulled from Quatre’s throat as he tore his mouth from Wufei’s, struggling to bring himself back under control. Wufei’s first time had to be perfect. Regretfully, he pulled himself back off of Wufei before offering him a hand. “We could continue right here, but believe me when I say that carpet burn is no fun. And you have a very nice looking bed right over there.”

If possible, Wufei blushed before being pulled to his feet. Quatre laced their fingers together and slowly led Wufei across the room before gently laying him down on the bed. Wufei locked eyes with Quatre, seeing lust mirroring his own and a gentle caring look in those aquamarine depths. Quatre hopped onto the bed and continued where he had left off – at Wufei’s chest. Leaving the nipples for the moment, he kissed each abdominal, tracing his tongue along the indentions of both abs and hips. He dipped his tongue into Wufei’s navel, earning a gasp and a shiver. He pulled up and hooked his fingers under Wufei’s waistband, pausing to look up at Wufei for reassurance. Wufei offered a small smile and lifted his hips. Quatre smiled back and quickly drew the pants and underwear to the ankles before dropping them to the floor. He stopped to look at the beauty beneath him.

Wufei grew extremely self conscious. He refused to be embarrassed, but he could feel the scrutiny in the other’s eyes and felt himself blushing. He squirmed awkwardly, unsure of what to do, what was going on. Quatre came back to himself. He moved back up Wufei’s body to kiss him, whispering “you are so beautiful” against those lips. Then he moved back down the body to stare at that wonderful erection he had uncovered. It stood at full attention, thrusting upward and slightly curved. Quatre’s mouth watered. He smirked, reminding himself to go slow and not overwhelm as he slowly lowered his lips to the head.

Wufei bucked. Holy hell. Quatre was licking a trail of fire from base to tip and back again, and it was all Wufei could do to not come right then. He grasped at any and all training he had to hold on while Quatre was taking apart his defenses one suck at a time. Quatre brought his hands up to secure Wufei’s hips while he continued his oral adoration of Wufei’s cock. He dipped his tongue into the slit, enjoying the taste of the Asian on his tongue. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the Asian at bay much longer, and slowly let Wufei’s cock slip from his lips with an audible “pop”. He snaked back up Wufei’s body and dived in for another kiss, letting Wufei taste himself. He couldn’t get enough of kissing Wufei. It was addicting. He pulled back and off completely, dropping his own pants while retaining the lube that he had in his pocket. He stayed there for a moment, letting Wufei looked.

Angelic, that was the word to describe Quatre. Wufei let his eyes trail that blonde body, admiring the hard pink nipples and physique before his eyes dropped to the blonde’s cock. Shit, that was big. For the first time, he truly felt nervous.

Quatre joined him on the bed, kissing the lines from his forehead. “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t like. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, tell me and I’ll stop.” He gave a reassuring smile to the trembling body below him. Wufei nodded.

Kissing his way down, Quatre settled himself between Wufei’s parted legs. His hands caressed the sides of his hips, tracing down to soft skin on the inside of his thighs. Wufei was panting above him, on edge, waiting for something to happen. He heard the cap pop off as Quatre lubed up his fingers. He tensed, expecting penetration. Instead, his cock was once again surrounded by heat.

Wufei let out a startled gasp as his cock was swallowed by Quatre. Satisfied that his attention was otherwise engaged, Quatre slipped a finger down to trace his entrance before slowing pushing a single digit inside. Christ, he was tight.

That, Wufei did register, but it was too late to tense, the finger was in. It wasn’t painful, just strange. He didn’t really get any longer to think about as Quatre dragged his mouth back to the tip of his cock before plunging back down. Quatre synchronized his mouth and finger, retreating and moving forward together. Slowly, Quatre added another finger. This did bring some discomfort as Quatre scissored his fingers, stretching the muscle carefully. Wufei shook, his body trying to keep up with the sensations. He was on fire, Quatre’s mouth keeping him teetering on the edge as his fingers methodically fucked his ass with his fingers. He could feel how close he was, feeling the brink of orgasm just out of his reach. That tongue was teasing, tracing patterns and suckling the head before swallowing again. As Quatre added another finger and twisted, he hit a spot inside that did send him over. With a keening cry, Wufei clamped down on Quatre’s fingers and climaxed into Quatre’s waiting mouth. Quatre swallowed it down, loving the taste of the man beneath him and reveling a little in the power rush. But it wasn’t over.

Even as Wufei was trying to catch his breath, Quatre didn’t stop moving his fingers. He gently brushed against Wufei’s prostrate again, causing the Asian to cry out and slam his hips back onto those fingers. Wufei couldn’t catch his breath. In a matter of minutes, he was hard again, aching again, searching for something more.

Quatre removed his fingers and lubed his own aching erection. Wufei whimpered at the loss before he felt the tip nudge his entrance. Quatre leaned down to kiss those swollen lips. “Ready?” he whispered. Wufei nodded. Quatre grasped his hips and slowly started the slide into paradise.

“Sonofabitch,” Quatre gritted through his teeth as the tip slipped in. “You’re fucking tight.” Wufei’s head whipped back and forth, fistfuls of sheets clenched in his fingers. It burned so good. The pain was secondary to the amazing feeling of Quatre’s cock sliding into him, exciting nerves that had never before been stimulated. As Quatre was buried to the hilt, he braced himself on his arms on either side of Wufei, panting and shuddering, fighting for control. “Gods Wufei, you’re amazing.”

Wufei wanted more. He squeezed, and Quatre groaned loudly as the muscles rippled along his shaft. He brought his hands to Wufei’s hips, holding as he slowly withdrew and slid back in. Wufei panted, feeling the sharp burn of pleasure shoot through his system. Quatre was going so slow!

“Faster,” he ground out. Quatre complied, pulling out and thrusting back in with long, even motions. Wufei’s body gripped at him, creating delicious friction and Quatre wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. Wufei started to move with him, and Quatre lost it. His grip tightened as he set a maddening pace, slamming into the man below him, hitting is prostrate repeatedly. Wufei couldn’t hold on, crying his release as he orgasmed for the second time, body spasming around Quatre tightly, dragging the blonde to his own finish, Wufei’s name ripped from his throat in a groan.

Sweaty and shaky, Quatre let himself collapse gently onto the taller man. Wufei brought his hands to the small of Quatre’s back, gently rolling them so that they were on their sides, face to face. He ducked down to take Quatre’s lips in a chaste kiss.

“Thank you, Quatre,” he said quietly. “That was….wow.”

Quatre smiled. “Glad you enjoyed yourself. This could become a habit.”

Wufei shook his head slowly. “I don’t think I’d mind that at all.”

Quatre smirked. “Good, cuz there is so much more we could do.”

Wufei groaned. “Not now. I probably won’t be able to walk right as it is.”

Quatre laughed and Wufei mock glared at him before rolling his eyes.

“I’m glad Duo was wrong about you,” Wufei thought aloud.

A dangerous look came into Quatre’s eyes. “You have no idea,” he intoned. “Duo is going to discover very soon that looks can be deceiving.”

Wufei snickered. “You’d like to think he’d have already learned that. He is a master of disguise.” Then he looked at Quatre before a small smile began to form. “What is it that you have in store for him?”

Quatre tried to figure out how to tell Wufei about his plan without insulting him. “There are many facets to a person. The side that I just showed you, well, let’s just say it’s not the same side I showed Quatre and it won’t be the same one that I show Heero and Duo.”

Wufei puzzled over that statement. “…so you already slept with Trowa? And you plan on sleeping with Heero, and then Duo?”

He at least had the decency to blush. “Yea, something like that. But I want you to know,” he added quickly, “that if you had turned me down, I would have never bothered you about it. I really do care for you, and I am very very honored that you shared this part of yourself with me.”

It occurred to Wufei he should kind of be insulted, but he decided that their circumstances were not that different. Here Quatre was, out to prove himself and make a point to the other pilots. Wufei was here, proving he could be himself, homosexual and happy without his family’s approval. Quatre’s approach might be a bit more radical, but that just added to his deception. Wufei laughed out loud.

Relieved he didn’t seem angry, Quatre asked, “Why is that funny?”

“Oh it’s not that,” Wufei grinned, “I’m just trying to imagine Duo’s face when he figures all of this out. You know he hates being wrong.”

Quatre smirked. “And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. But Heero first. No offense, but I think he is going to be the most difficult.”

“None taken. Who knows what goes on in that head of his. You have your work cut out.”

As they cuddled, Quatre tucked underneath Wufei’s chin, Wufei asked hesitantly, “So you’ve already been with Trowa?”

He felt the nod against his shoulder. “But I bottomed, like you just did,” Quatre said. “I like it both ways.”

“…how was it?”

Quatre glanced up, laughter in his eyes. “Amazing. Trowa needed convincing that I actually wanted to have sex with him, that I knew what sex was. I basically pinned him and showed him I know exactly what I want.”

Wufei exhaled. “That’s hot.”

Now Quatre did laugh. “Yeah, it was. You know, I’m sure he’d be more than willing to teach you as I have. He is a wonderful lover.”

Wufei blushed, saying nothing.

Quatre continued to look at him. “If I..made arrangements…would you consider it?”

Wufei paused. “Perhaps.”

Quatre filed that away for later consideration. For now, he snuggled back against Wufei to relax for the rest of the afternoon with his close friend.

A/N: so hopefully that was believable. I'm working diligently on the the next chapter, Heero. please R&R! thanks!!
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