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Title: Happy New Years
Wufei
Author:
Squall-sama
Warning: 5x1,
Sap, slight Humor, OOC Wufei and Heero—you
don’t like, don’t read… plotting pilot
Disclaimer: Don’t
own them, don’t sue me—even with a job I’m still freakin’
poor.
Notes: I thought
I’d do this the right way for once and did some research on the Chinese New
Year, just in case any of you wanted to know. It’s all true too, none of it is
totally made up rubbish—I got it off of Encarta ok! It better damn well be
right.
Anyway, The Chinese New Year is actually determined by the
Lunar Calendar and the cycle of the new moon which always falls between January
21st and February 19th (starting with the first New Moon
of the year and ending 15 days later in the next month.) This Year it just
happened to be January 22nd—the Year of the Monkey. (don’t ask me
why I just NOW decide to do something like this—it would have been way cooler
if it was the Year of the Dragon^_~ unfortunately, that was 4 years ago.-_-0)
The Chinese New year is the most important and longest holiday celebrated by
the Chinese, lasting about 2 weeks, it is also known as The Spring
Festival.
For the New Year families will clean their houses (spring
cleaning), which is seen as symbolically removing misfortunes and bad luck that
might haunt the family and their new year. Re-painting the red trimming on
homes and decorating with flowers is also a tradition done for the New Year. On
New Year’s Eve, the family will get together to join in a great feast
consisting of a variety of sea food dishes and dumplings. Each dish serves also
has a specific meaning behind it: ‘good luck’ and ‘prosperity’ are two of the
most important.
At midnight,
everyone lights fireworks—this is actually done for a specific reason, not just
for enjoyment. It is believed to drive off the evil sprits that may haunt a
home, etc. and attract the much-wanted attention of the benevolent gods above.
These displays of tradition usually last until dawn.
On New Year’s Day, gifts are given in little red packets to
families and friends and business acquaintances in the form of small money
called hung-pao
or lay-shee.
During the holiday there is one celebration which is
considered one of the greatest. It is the Dragon and Lion Dances, where as many
as 50 people supporting a paper dragon or lion will dance in a procession down
the city streets, followed by other such performers. Ending the celebrations is
the Lantern Festival in which merchants and homes place colorful paper lanterns
outside their doors, and children run up and down the streets waving different
shaped and sized lanterns to bring the old year to an end the New Year to
a—hopefully—prosperous beginning.
So, there ya have it folks—that’s
just the basics of it, I’m sure, but it was good enough for me, so deal with
it! Also, if you didn’t know what the animals for the Chinese Zodiac were, here
they are:
In sequential order: Rat, Ox, Tiger, Hare(Rabbit), Dragon,
Serpent(Snake), Horse, Ram(Goat), Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Boar(Pig).
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~Happy New Years
Wufei~
Wufei was miserable.
That seemed to be the topic of the
day as he uncharacteristically moped around the house the five pilots were
occupying for the time being. Everyone had noticed the drastic mood change in
the young Chinese pilot right away, which didn’t help matters much, considering
Duo was having a field day with this one. Wufei couldn’t get the idiot off his
back for five seconds—the braided baka wanting to know what was so terribly
wrong with him.
Of course Wufei refused to say a
word of it, knowing it would only cause him more trouble, so here he was,
dragging his feet down another uselessly long hall in some nether section of
the house—away from Duo… and everyone else. He understood they were worried and
were just trying to be considerate of his feelings, but he just didn’t want
them to know—it was pointless anyway.
Sighing, Wufei rounded another
corner, not knowing where it lead to or really caring for that matter—what was
the point?
* . * . * . *
Heero watched as Wufei wandered off
down another long-forgotten hallway in the giant house they were sharing; this
was getting ridiculous. Why was Wufei acting so strange, what was it that was
bothering him so damn much!? Heero growled and stalked off to his room,
determined to find out what was eating away at the Shenlong pilot.
Looking back over his shoulder,
Heero pondered his feelings over for the only other oriental pilot. Why was he
doing this, he didn’t really care for
Wufei… did he? Heero scoffed at the idea and smacked himself mentally—of course
he didn’t! He was just doing this for the welfare of his and the other pilot’s
safety and their performance in the war… yeah, that was it.
Well, for any reason, he had to
find out the problems Wufei was facing, so, like any good little Perfect
Soldier would do, he turned to his trusty laptop and superior hacking abilities
until he found the exact, if not surprising reason behind the Shenlong Pilot’s
depression.
Chinese New Year.
Immediately Heero’s heart sank. No
wonder Wufei was so depressed; out of every celebration and festivity in the
Chinese culture, Chinese New Year was the most important holiday. And without his
family… it must have been even harder. Heero distantly remembered the way Wufei
was acting on the American New Year, and could recall the Chinese man acting
quite the same way, but everyone was too distracted with the festivities to
notice then.
Heero frowned, he couldn’t quite
compare to Wufei in the sense of understanding, but he could tell that this was
a very important issue with the dark young man; how Wufei must be feeling,
being torn away from his family and heritage, thrown into a war where these
sorts of things weren’t exactly regarded as a necessity or object of import.
Well, perhaps Heero could do
something for his fellow pilot and… friend? Frowning again, Heero contemplated
the thought, realizing that the reason behind wanting to find out more of
Wufei’s strange behavior and helping him feel more alive was indeed because he
thought of the Chinese pilot as a friend… maybe more. Blushing slightly, Heero
shook the rogue thought from his mind and went about preparing for this new
mission, after all, he wasn’t the Perfect Soldier for nothing, and everything had to be perfect for his plans
tonight—it was only Chinese New Year’s Eve, and that was probably the most
important part of the holiday, so Heero would have to work quickly if he wanted
everything to go smoothly and, well, perfectly.
* . * . * . *
‘knock, knock, knock’ “Wufei…? Are
you hungry… dinner is almost ready….” A muffled ‘no’, from behind the door was
the only reply Quatre received to his question. Frowning, the little blonde was
turning to head back down the hall when he spotted Heero emerging from his
room, looking like he had a date on the town tonight.
Putting aside his traditional green
tank top, a light, see through button up, mandarin style shirt covered Heero’s
torso now; the long clothing, made in a dark red with gold flower blossoms
flowing across the front and back of it giving the wearer a more exotic look.
Heero also put aside his black spandex for a pair of loose, flowing silken
pants, shimmering a soft cream color in the light. Underneath it all, if you
looked close enough, you could see a pair of white slippers covering his
usually booted feet.
Quatre blinked back his shock and
cleared his throat, a broad smile forming on his soft pink lips. Heero jumped
slightly, not expecting anyone to be behind him; he covered up his shock
quickly with a more neutral face, glaring at Quatre in question. Quatre just
continued to grin at the poor boy though, and it was starting to make Heero a
little nervous.
“What?” Heero stated gruffly.
Quatre shook his head, still smiling and walked up to Heero,
“Oh, it’s nothing, you just look
really nice tonight Heero—are you going on a date with someone…?” The gleam in
Quatre’s eyes, were suggesting more—a lot more, forcing Heero to wonder if this
‘mission’ was such a good idea after all. Heero just raised one elegant eyebrow
and slowly backed away from Quatre, towards Wufei’s room, shaking his head
softly and murmuring,
“No, I just… it’s for a mission. I
just received a mission report from J and this is my disguise.” The look on
Quatre’s face clearly showed that he knew Heero was lying, but he stayed quiet
anyhow, nodding his head slowly and turning away to walk back down the stairs.
“Ok, Heero, whatever you say…” and
with that, he disappeared down the long staircase, leaving Heero to mentally
berate himself for his clumsiness and stupidity. Just when Heero was about
ready to go back to his room, lock himself inside and forget the whole ridiculous
thing, a door opened up behind him, causing him to spin around in shock,
finding equally shocked eyes of the deepest obsidian staring back into his own prussian orbs. Heero swallowed, feeling a faint flush
glowing on his cheeks and finding himself growing nervous under Wufei’s intense
gaze.
Heero began to fidget with his new
clothing, looking down when Wufei continued to stare at him. Wufei only raised
a confused eyebrow at the usually stoic boy before him and cleared his throat,
bringing them both out of their trances. Heero looked up, taking in a deep
breath as he looked Wufei in his eyes. Staring back Wufei felt the irritation
boiling up and just about bit Heero’s head off when he snapped at the Asian
boy.
“What is it you want Yuy? Are you
just going to stand there all night and stare, or do you have something to
say?” Heero blinked back his shock and steeled up his nerves, not wanting to
get upset at Wufei and determined to see this thing through. Heero straitened
up and stared Wufei square in the eyes and said,
“I heard there was a festival of
sorts in town tonight and was wondering if you’d like to join me…. I thought it
might do you some good to get out of the house after being locked up in here
for so long.” That had to be the longest sentence and the most words Heero had
ever spoken at one point in time, shocking Wufei into a near state of dumb
numbness, then there was the fact that Heero actually wanted to go out—to a
festival no less, and THEN the Japanese boy was asking him—Wufei to go with him! This had to be the enemies doing; it must
be a trick of sorts, or a test from one of the Doctors.
Wufei looked over Heero and glanced
around the hallway, checking for anything else suspicious in site, but there
was… nothing.
“Alright, Yuy, what’s the game?”
the look he received from Heero explained clearly that there was none and Wufei
must have been insane. Wufei huffed and turned to go back into his room once
more, glancing over his shoulder at Heero before he locked himself away inside
his room again.
“Nothing, it’s… nothing—I just
assumed… oh, never mind….” Heero turned to walk back into his room, a sly smile
forming on his lips as he turned his back to Wufei, who had stopped and turned
back around, wanting to know now, what Heero really had been about to say and
do. Wufei’s eyes narrowed—he wasn’t going to be dismissed that easily!
“No, Yuy, what were you going to
say? I want to know—tell me!” Heero just slowly turned back around casually, as
if he had never said a word, an innocent expression forming on his usually
stern countenance. Heero blinked and shook his head, replying,
“I don’t know… it’s not important
now… now that you don’t want to go. You’re really the only one I can tolerate…
I just thought I’d ask….” Turning away once more, Heero was stopped abruptly by
a strong hand on his shoulder and a low growl. Looking back, Heero saw the
stubborn, child-like curiosity in Wufei’s dark eyes and fought hard to hold
back a smile. Stamping his foot Wufei spun on his heel, entering his room
quickly, but calling over his shoulder gruffly,
“Damn it, I’ll go with you, but
only because you forced me to!” Heero raised an eyebrow at that, snorting
softly at Wufei’s stubbornness… at least his plan worked….
Reemerging from his room once more,
this time re-clothed in new dress garments of his origin, Wufei stomped up to
Heero and glared at the Japanese man, obviously waiting for Heero to get moving
so they could get this over with. Heero just smirked, giving a once over of his
new companion and nodded mentally as he made his way down the hall to the
stairs’ landing, Wufei following close behind.
When they made it to the bottom of
the stairs, Heero began to wonder if it was such a good idea to dress as…
provocatively as he had because every eye in the room was on him when they
appeared. Heero was just about ready to turn and run when he heard a low growl
from behind him and strong hand on his shoulder pushing him towards the door.
Everyone just continued to stare as the two young men left the house, slamming
door shut behind them on their way out.
Outside, Heero just stared at
Wufei, eyes wide, surprised at the dark-haired man’s forcefulness when just
moments ago he refused to even leave his room deep within the house. Turning
away, to walk down the steps, Wufei grumbled out,
“I didn’t like the way they were
looking at you is all… sorry……” Heero blinked in shock, so… Wufei must have
felt something for him after all. Heero mentally grinned at his luck and
followed Wufei down the steps, leading the way down the dirt road and to the
side-walk along the street, soon to arrive at their destination.
* . * . * . *
“So, where are we going… if you
don’t mind my asking?” The two Gundam pilots had been walking along in
companionable silence for a half hour or so, when Wufei decided to break the
silence, curious as to where Heero of
all people could be taking him. Heero just hummed his answer and a small, rare
smile formed on his lips as his eyes lit up suddenly. Wufei frowned, confused
as to Heero’s odd behavior and looked back ahead of them at what Heero was
staring at and stopped.
Wufei could barely stand on his own
two legs as the full weight and reasoning behind Heero’s odd behavior became
quite apparent; before them both stood a town, illuminated by bright lights and
loud cheers—children running up and down the streets and adults, young and old
enjoying their time in a loud celebration of joy and passion. Before them stood
the colony’s China Town.
Wufei couldn’t think straight or
hardly breathe; he was so overwhelmed with emotion. Heero just stood and
watched, kindly keeping silent and respectful to Wufei’s battered feelings. He
was right, this was what Wufei needed even if it wasn’t his home or traditional
way of celebrating.
After staring for a long while,
Wufei finally snapped out of it and glanced over at Heero, staring at the
Japanese man in open shock. Not wanting to appear week before the other pilot, Wufei
merely nodded his head, smiling softly at Heero as he slowly made his way
towards the happy town before them, Heero following close behind.
* . * . * . *
All throughout the night, Wufei had
been overjoyed, thrilled that he could finally have a part of home near to his
heart once more, even if it was only for a short while and it wasn’t truly his
home. Heero watched as Wufei took in everything and laughed as if he were a
child again. Wufei was truly happy here, away from the war, and stress of being
a proud warrior or emotionless killer. Heero envied Wufei, wishing he had some
sort of link to an ulterior life, like the other’s did… but he could remember
nothing of his childhood, except the constant traveling and training he lived
under with Odin and then Doctor J. But seeing Wufei this happy and carefree was
good enough for him—it meant that he had done his job correctly and he could
sleep peacefully tonight knowing he had ended one person’s unhappiness with his
blood-stained hands for a short while at least.
As the night wore on, closing near
to midnight, Heero and Wufei had found a solitary and serene lake in the center
of the town and decided to stay there for a short while, just basking in the eerie
calm of the night, crickets chirping and the night-birds singing their songs
happily, as if they knew of the joys the humans below them celebrated now.
Because there was no moon this night, it was dark all around the two young men,
but somehow the stars shone more bright and beautiful than usual—or more
precisely, the colony’s meteorological control had set the artificial moon-less
and starry night sky to overdrive, so some people would still be able to see at
night, even without the illumination of the ‘moon’.
All the same though, Wufei was
happy and Heero was content to share his partner’s joy on Chinese New Year’s
Eve. Suddenly loud shouts broke their silence and bright colorful fireworks lit
up the sky in a show of dazzling special effects. It was midnight, Chinese New Year’s Day—the Year of the Monkey
had begun.
After sitting for a short while,
watching the marvelous fireworks display, Wufei stood, sighing softly as he
stretched his stiff limbs. Heero slowly followed suit, and moved up behind Wufei
as he started off, back down the hill and towards their current ‘safe-house’.
Heero wanted to ask why Wufei didn’t stay, or if he had enjoyed the night, or
if he was going to be alright now, or—too many questions plagued his restless
mind and Heero just forced them all down, telling himself he had to wait, for
Wufei to make the first move and first choice.
* . * . * . *
When they arrived back at the
house, Heero was glad everyone had gone to bed, he didn’t want to be bothered
with countless questions, and he was sure Wufei didn’t want to be either. As
they silently made their way up the stairs, Heero suddenly began to feel
nervous and started fidgeting with his lovely clothing again. No, ok, he wanted
this, he did… he just didn’t know if Wufei would…. Stopping before Heero’s
bedroom door, Wufei bowed deeply before the other Asian man and whispered,
“Xiexie ni, Heero.[1] I cannot express how much I am grateful for
your… gift.” Straightening up once more, Wufei’s eyes met with Heero’s and they
stared into each other’s souls for a long while, until Heero finally spoke up,
breaking the entrancing reverie.
“I… uhh,
I have one more… gift to give you, fist….” Wufei arched one dark eyebrow at
that, but nodded and followed Heero into his room when the said man turned and
entered the dark bedroom. Turning on the lights, Heero motioned to his bed
whispering,
“Please, sit, I’ll be out in a
moment…” and promptly entered the adjoining washroom, closing the door behind
him quickly. Wufei just stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door
Heero had gone through, but shook his head and sat down on the bed just as
Heero had instructed. Wufei didn’t have to wait long for Heero, as the young
man emerged from the small room he had locked himself in only moments later,
but this time looking far more… exposed than he had ever seen the stoic
Japanese pilot before.
Wufei had to fight to keep his jaw
from dropping to the ground as any memories of the Heero he knew took a flying
leap out the window and were replaced with images of this new one, slowly
sauntering up to him in nothing but a small—very small, silk robe that left nothing to the imagination. Wufei
slowly started forming very naughty images in his mind, of a certain writhing,
moaning, panting Japanese pilot beneath him as he fucked the boy wild… WHOA!
Where had that thought come from?! Clearly from this new, very naughty Heero
before him, he must have been dreaming, this couldn’t have been real, could it?
Oh yes it could, and that thought was made very clear when Heero opened himself
up to Wufei—quit literally—removing the one small article of clothing hiding
his perfect body from the world to see.
Wufei’s eyes practically bugged out
of his head and would have fallen out, he was sure, if he hadn’t blinked to
clear his torturous eye sight, only to be given the same image again. Wufei
thought he was feeling a nose bleed coming along when Heero suddenly spoke up,
shy and uncertain, two things Heero was most definitely not.
“Happy New Year Wufei… I-I hope you
liked your gifts….” Blushing softly, Heero turned his head away, not quite sure
what to do or how to act in this kind of situation, so he just settled for standing
there, trying to cover himself up and using all his will power to keep from
running and hiding somewhere far away from the man before him. Wufei could only
continue to stare, blinking at the gorgeous image painted before him; never in
his wildest dreams had ever thought this one would come true… but by some
twisted form of fate it was and now he had the power to make it happen.
Slowly, unsure of how he was
supposed to do this, Wufei reached out and gently brushed his hand down Heero’s
side, causing the said boy to jump slightly, not expecting the touch. Wufei
pulled back quickly, as if he had been burned, but looked up into Heero’s dark prussian blue eyes, which stared back down him curiously
and frightened.
Wufei realized that he would have
to show Heero that everything was ok and that he was very happy with his New
Year’s gifts, since it seemed Heero was completely innocent to these kinds of
acts. Smiling softly, Wufei reached up and wound his fingers into Heero’s
untamed locks of hair, pulling the boy down into a strong passionate kiss,
startling the boy, but soon Heero found he liked the kiss and fought back.
Both boys fought for dominance of
the kiss, Heero finally finding he had hands again and moved to tangle his own
within Wufei’s bound black silken hair. Pulling the band from Wufei’s hair,
Heero wove his fingers through it, finding Wufei seemed to like that a lot when
a loud moan erupted from his lips. Heero grinned into the kiss but gasped when
Wufei found one his nipples and pinched it, playing with the soft nub until it
was hard.
Wufei took advantage of the open
mouth above him and thrust his tongue deep inside the wet orifice, tasting the
boy and reveling in it. Heero moan and started to lean heavily upon Wufei as
his mouth was invaded by a foreign object, but he liked it and let it take
control, giving up this once, liking the feel of being dominated in such a way.
Wufei felt Heero’s release of his power and took immediate advantage of it,
wrapping his one arm that wasn’t tangled in Heero’s mass of hair behind the
boy’s back pulling him down and twisting around ‘till Heero was laying on the
bed, facing up with Wufei still ravaging his mouth like a starving man who had
just been given food after a month.
Gasping in shock at the sudden change
in situation, Heero stared up Wufei, out of breath and already wanting more,
waiting for whatever would come next. Wufei pulled away from the kiss long
enough to stare down into those dark, lust-filled orbs of the darkest blue and
smiled softly once more, nuzzling Heero’s long corded neck lovingly. Moaning
Heero threw his head back, liking the feel of that and wanting more. Not
wanting to disappoint his new lover, Wufei chuckled at Heero’s innocent
eagerness and continued to lick and nip his way across Heero’s neck and
shoulder to the other side, then slowly made his way down Heero’s powerful
chest, stopping to lavish his attention on each dusky nipple then continuing
his way down to the small, little belly button that lay perfectly in the center
of Heero’s taut abdomen.
Loving the rich, deep sounds coming
from Heero, Wufei nuzzled the small button in the center of Heero’s stomach
then decided he wanted more, making his way further down Heero’s abdomen to the
center of all his pleasure. Smiling up at Heero, who gazed down at him dazedly,
Wufei slowly reached out with his tongue and licked the tip of Heero’s aching
cock, never taking his eyes off Heero’s face as it contorted into a picture of
pleasure, even from such a small and simple touch… hmm, what would it do if he
really embraced Heero the way he wanted? Well, only one way to find out.
Without second though, Wufei
completely engulfed Heero’s large manhood within his skilled mouth and
proceeded to pleasure Heero beyond any sane thought, swirling his tongue around
the tip of Heero’s enflamed cock and suckling on it like some child would a
large lollipop. The look of pure ecstasy that came over Heero’s face was enough
to make any straight man turn gay as Wufei moaned around the large piece of
flesh that came alive within his mouth. Realizing he didn’t want Heero to find
release just yet, Wufei reluctantly pulled away, causing Heero to cry out in
pain, but his tears soon vanished when Wufei placed his hands back upon Heero’s
perfect body while trying to remove his clothing at the same time.
When Wufei was finally freed of any
and all barriers, he lay his shaking body atop Heero’s own, sweating form and
instantly the panting boy clung to him, bucking his hips up to meet Wufei’s
own, causing the said man to roll his eyes back in his head and moan loudly.
Forcing Heero to lay still, Wufei turned around and rummaged through the
nightstand drawer, not finding anything he could use until he came across a
small bottle of lotion; deeming that good enough to use, Wufei positioned
himself back in from of Heero who looked like he had eaten way too much sugar,
with his eyes completely dilated and large, staring down at Wufei’s body and
touching it like some very interesting play-toy. It seemed Heero still was a
virgin and had never experienced something like this before. Wufei was glad and
honored that he got to be Heero’s first and he would make it count.
So Wufei poured the lotion over his
fingers liberally, and placed them at Heero’s secret entrance, slowly pushing one
finger in, unwilling to injure Heero for his first time, though, that action
seemed to snap Heero out of his daze and he squeezed his eyes shut and hissed
out in pain at the intrusion. Wufei leaned down over Heero, cooing softly in
his ears, whispering sweet nothings to calm the tense boy, while he massaged
Heero’s thigh with his free hand and continued to stretch Heero with his other,
adding another finger after a short while.
Eventually Heero got the idea that
if he relaxed it hurt less and soon he was ready to take Wufei, watching as the
said man lubed his impressive manhood, to lessen the pain as much as possible
for Heero. Positioning himself before Heero’s entrance, Wufei stared down into
Heero’s shimmering orbs, asking silently for permission. Heero nodded slowly,
swallowing hard, but Wufei ran his fingers back through Heero’s sweat soaked
hair and shushed him softly, kissing the boy on his forehead, then slowly
pushed his aching cock pass the tight ring of muscles and all the way to the
hilt in one smooth motion, causing Heero to throw his head back in a silent cry
of pleasure and pain.
Wufei stayed still, though it was
difficult with the torturous, tight heat surrounding him, but he didn’t move
until Heero slowly began to rock his hips back against Wufei’s own, only then
did he move, pulling his long, thick shaft almost completely out of Heero’s
quivering body then thrusting back in once more.
Wufei continued the slow deep pace
until Heero eventually caught on and started to thrust his hips down to meet
Wufei thrust for thrust, and their pace quickened until they had found
themselves completely laying on the bed and Heero was screaming Wufei’s name
over and over, gripping at his hair, tossing his head from side-to-side, lost
in the pure pleasure of their love-making. Eventually Heero could feel his
orgasm approaching and clenched his muscle walls around Wufei’s cock, coming
hard and long, almost blacking out from the intensity of his first orgasm.
Wufei nearly collapsed atop Heero when he felt the boy’s body clenching around
his own and his seed spilling over both their chests and stomachs, sending
Wufei into his own mid-blowing orgasm as well.
Panting heavily, both boys stay as
they were, limbs entangles in a lover’s embrace, both too tired to even think
of moving… but one thought crossed Wufei’s mind as he felt himself drifting off
to sleep, held within his new lover’s arms—this
is the best New Year’s I’ve ever had….
~owari~
[1] Xiexie ni—it
means thank you in Chinese.
And I just want to point out that *copies and pasts*
‘uncharacteristically’ is one fucking long-ass word to write!
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