(fic) Naughty and Nice
Title: Naughty and Nice
By: yellowhorde
Song: Santa Clause is Coming to Town - written by Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots. It has been sung by many different vocal artists. Pick your favorite.
Pairing: Duo Maxwell x Wufei Chang
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Rating: NC-17 - Yaoi, graphic lemon (sexual situations), and spanking
Silvery moonlight filtered in through the frost-laced window near Wufei’s bed. He admired its frail beauty for a moment then stretched out his hand towards and through the insubstantial light wishing he could catch and keep the moonbeams in a jar on his dresser like fireflies. He pressed his fingertips against the frosted glass feeling the bubble of cold radiated from the windowpanes. Tiny shivers raced up his arm.
His eyes, black as fresh tar, took hopeful note of the gathering clouds high up in the frigid night sky. He found himself wishing that it would snow. The weather forecaster had been gleefully predicting that the viewing audience would have a white Christmas, but here it was, less than half an hour to midnight, Christmas Eve, and still no sign of the promised snow. He tried to tell himself that it really didn’t matter to him whether it snowed or not - but that was a lie. Snow played such an intricate part in the season’s traditions and he knew that Duo would be disappointed if their first Christmas together couldn’t be a white one.
Nervously he ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair and fidgeted with the tie of his red silk robe. It had been an early Christmas present and Duo had wanted him to wear it tonight, their special night.
A warm tingling sensation mixed with cold fingers of anxiety churned queasily in his stomach and in an effort to calm his nerves, Wufei aimlessly wandered around the room. He straightened the already made bed, fluffed the pillows, and made minor - and unnecessary - adjustments to the small Oriental figurines atop his dresser. These small tasks accomplished, he sighed and perched himself lightly onto the edge of the bed.
His eyes fell to his nightstand and the smooth vanilla card that he had found propped against his pillow earlier that evening. He picked it up. It was of quality paper, simple, lacking any sort of design. His name was spelled out in a smooth river of cursive, both elegant and masculine at once. Just seeing his name written in that familiar handwriting had sent his heart aflutter. Actually reading the note, even if for the hundredth time, sent waves of heat coursing through his body.
Meet me by the fireplace at midnight.
-Santa
Despite his nervousness, Wufei couldn’t help but smile at Duo’s antics. He really was one for detail and his vast imagination never ceased to amaze. He set the card back on the nightstand and slid gracefully to his feet. The hardwood floor was cool and smooth and didn’t even creak as he moved slowly across the room. As his fingers touched the brass doorknob, he paused lost in thought.
Though the plans for this evenings entertainment had been carefully negotiated over a candle lit dinner the night before, he couldn’t help but feel a little… apprehensive. He had never done anything like this before and he was nervous. He didn’t consider himself a prudish fellow by any stretch of the imagination, and yet now that the time was a hand he was having… thoughts. Not second thoughts exactly, just thoughts. He had been the one to first suggest this scenario, but still doubt lingered.
Purple eyes and a seductive smile burned through his mind and Wufei gathered his failing courage about him like a cloak. Slowly he inhaled, his narrow chest expanding mightily. He held this breath to the mental count of four, and then exhaled, again counting, this time from eight backwards to one. This familiar ritual, performed countless times over his life, helped calm him. It centered his mind, wiping away all fear and negativity. He trusted Duo and knew deep in his heart that if anything were to go wrong, if things were to get out of hand, all he would have to do was say the word, their secret safe word they had agreed upon, and the scene would stop.
Gripping the knob firmly in hand, Wufei opened the door and slipped as quiet as water out into the darkened hall outside of his bedroom. He paused for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the deeper shadows. He then shut the door quietly behind him and padded towards the stairs. Having snuck downstairs on more than one occasion on secret foraging trips to the refrigerator, Wufei knew just which boards would groan and give away his position. With the skill of a world-class cat burglar, he flowed down the steps; his soldier’s training allowing him to place each foot in just the right spot to avoid unnecessary noise. His hand trailed lightly along the banister.
When he reached the living room the breathtaking beauty that unfolded before him nearly overwhelmed him. Fuzzy ropes of tinsel, graced with the occasional red bow, were hung hither and yon in a tasteful display that wound its way through the entire room. There were several red and green candles on the hearth, which perfumed the soft dark air with a heady mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. A cool current of air caused their tiny flames to flicker and dribble wax down onto their ornate brass holders. Below the candles, two red stockings trimmed with white faux fur were hung carefully from the bricks framing the mouth of the fireplace. Both his and Duo’s names were skillfully embroidered on the soft velvety material.
A small fire crackled in the fireplace, and the reddish-golden light flickered and danced through the room to be reflected off of a thousand shiny surfaces. Its shimmering warmth filled the room with an amorous ambiance that was, in Wufei’s opinion, just the right touch. An antique grandfather clock Quatre had given them as a house-warming gift when they first moved in stood at the foot of the stairs counting each second with a swing and tick from its pendulum. Its steady rhythm seemed to beat in time with Wufei’s own heart.
But it was the Christmas tree set proudly in the opposite corner that really impressed him. Although he hadn’t been raised celebrating the holiday, he couldn’t help but stare in wonder. He had helped Duo trim the tree just the other day and had been rather impressed, but now… Now lit up and standing before him in all its glory… it simply took his breath away. Colored lights were strung around the boughs in tasteful abundance, along with an assortment of colored glass balls and other seasonal ornaments scattered here and there with great care to detail and artistic appeal. Tinsel glittered in profusion, and perched high atop the tallest branch - the finishing touch - was a sparkling angel.
Catching sight of something in the corner of his eye, he turned to investigate. He padded towards a cherry wood occasional table set between an ornately carved straight- backed chair and the hearth where a platter of fresh chocolate chip cookies and a glass of cold milk, a time honored offering to a jolly fat man that delivered toys to ‘all the good boys and girls of the world’, sat atop the smoothly gleaming surface. He smiled and plucked one of the cookies from the lapis lazuli plate. He held the cookie under his nose and inhaled its tantalizing aroma. He then took a small bite and sighed happily as the sweet chocolate coated his tongue.
Ah, heaven.
As he slowly devoured the cookie, savoring each sweet and crunchy bite, Wufei belatedly noticed another vanilla card, identical to the one in his room, propped against the milk glass. Next to it was a small package wrapped in gold foil. The only light in the living room was from the small fire, the scented candles, and the tiny cords of Christmas lights yet he could still easily make out his name on the front of the card in the same handwriting that graced the one upstairs. Carefully, he thumbed open the card and read what was written within.
Kneel before the fireplace then put this on.
No peeking.
-Santa
A warm tingle filled Wufei’s belly. He took the small package into his slightly trembling hands and carefully stripped away the wrapping; he already knew what the package would contain but the excitement of opening a present remained the same for him regardless. As he lifted the lid of the box he realized that he had been right.
It was a black sleeping mask.
Anticipation raced up Wufei’s spine like a thousand tiny insects.
Smooth as a dancer, he moved towards the soft area rug centered between the hearth and the couch and slid gracefully to his knees, sweeping the red cloth of his robe under the slight curve of his buttocks as he did. The fire crackled laughter and was soothingly warm at his back and the lights of the Christmas tree dazzled him. He took a moment to savor the peace and beauty around him then closed his eyes and slid the mask on. Its fit was comfortably snug, not too tight. Breathing deeply, he placed his hands, palm down, on his thighs, bowed his head in a submissive manner, and prepared to wait.
He didn’t have to wait long.
The grandfather clock began to strike the hour with low majestic tones. Silently, Wufei counted each one, his heartbeat speeding up as the number rose higher until the last chime, the twelfth, was rung. It hung in the air for what seemed an eternity then faded to silence.
All was dark and still now for the mask Wufei wore successfully blocked all light, so that even the faintest red glow on the insides of his lids, a natural occurrence whenever light filtered through the thin skin protecting his eyes, was doused. In the near total silence he strained to hear more than the rhythmic ticking of the clock, the soft crackling of the fire and the sound of his own breathing. The silence pressed in on the kneeling man and he briefly wished to remove the mask, to reassure himself that he wasn’t kneeling in this beautiful room alone - but he didn’t quite dare.
Then he felt it - the familiar sensation of eyes upon him. Duo’s eyes. Even with his own eyes covered and useless, Wufei couldn’t mistake the weight of that amethyst gaze upon his body. Hot shivers danced up the ladder of his spine as the faintest humming reached his ears and although he didn’t know all of the words of the song, he recognized the tune. It was ‘Santa Claus Is Coming to Town’, an old classic and one of Duo’s favorites.
Slowly, the soft thud of feet drifted across the room to where Wufei was kneeling, and from the ringing quality of each step Wufei guessed that his visitor was wearing some sort of heavy boots. Leather boots gleaming smooth and polished in the soft light of flames, no doubt. This mental image sent thrills down his spine, excited him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
Wufei wanted to look up, to remove the mask, to see the face of the man standing before him, but that would be breaking the pre-established rules they had so lengthily discussed the other night and if he was nothing else, Wufei was a stickler for rules, for order. And control. He forced himself to stay still, to keep his dark head bowed in submission. The footsteps were very near now, right in front of him, in fact. Then they stopped and a brief silence ensued. It was broken by the sliding shuffle of cloth and then a light thud of something being set somewhere on the ground. His curiosity was aroused but he held himself stoically in check. He was not to speak unless granted permission.
The rules were the rules.
The familiar voice of his lover said, “Stand up.”
You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He obeyed readily enough, rising to his feet slowly so he wouldn’t trip and hurt himself. His head remained bowed, though, and his hands dangled loosely at his sides.
The air shifted ever so subtly and the scent of spicy cologne tickled Wufei’s nose. He breathed it in, wishing to wrap the smell around him like a warm blanket. It was the smell of Duo’s cologne but underneath was the pure warm scent that was Duo’s alone. It was that scent Wufei associated with love and comfort and it calmed his nerves and began to still the frantic beating of his heart.
“My, my,” Duo purred low in his throat. There was unmistakable delight in his tone. “Someone has been a very, VERY naughty boy.” His laughter rode the air currents and caressed Wufei’s skin. Then he began to speak in a high sing-song voice, “Nibble, nibble like a mouse, who’s been nibbling at my house?”
Wufei frowned in puzzlement at this but kept his silence. He then gasped lightly as he felt hands resting on his shoulders and puffs of warm breath on his face.
“How naughty of you to eat Santa’s cookies, little boy.” Duo murmured, his voice low and husky. “And how very careless to leave behind the evidence that ties you to such an unspeakable crime.”
Wufei felt the slick warmth of Duo’s tongue pressing, licking, against one corner of his mouth.
'The cookie! I ate one of Santa’s cookies!'
Wufei opened his mouth as if to speak, or to apologize for committing such an atrocity, but a finger pressed against his lips stilled him.
“Shh…not a word,” Duo whispered. “I must first wipe away all traces of your sin.”
Wufei held himself still as Duo kept true to his word and set about his self appointed task with all the seriousness of a man on a mission. With nimble tongue and searching lips he found and obliterated all of the cookie crumbs that clung to the corners of Wufei’s mouth. When all sweet traces of the treat were gone he then nibbled insistently at Wufei’s lips and swept his tongue between them, urging them to part.
A soft moan escaped Wufei’s slightly parted lips and his hands rose from his sides to press against Duo’s chest. Soft velvet and what he thought may be fur trim, soft and warm, lay beneath the lined flesh of his palms. He suspected that Duo was staying in character by wearing the traditional Santa suit, complete with a red suit, stocking hat, and black leather boots. But he was, after all, blindfolded and couldn’t be one hundred percent certain. It was safe to assume, though, that Duo wasn’t wearing a fake beard. This didn’t bother Wufei at all for he preferred a clean-shaven face to whiskers any day.
Slowly, he rubbed his hands along the material for several seconds but then his wrists were captured and pressed firmly back to his sides. He moaned his protest, but knew it would do him no good. With a sigh, he surrendered, submitting to Duo’s unspoken command for him to remain still. It took more control than was pretty, but he managed to force himself to obey even though he wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through his love’s thick hair, to trace his hands over his lean body.
Duo pressed his tongue more insistently against Wufei’s mouth and growled possessively as those soft lips opened up to him, like a flower to the sun. His tongue darted in, searching, tasting. The smooth sweetness of chocolate blossomed along his taste buds as he explored the warm wet recesses, sipping the nectar that was Wufei, happy as a hummingbird. His tongue explored smooth enamel and soft pink flesh with an eagerness he couldn’t hide. He suckled gently at Wufei’s tongue and gloried in every soft moan that spilled forth from Wufei’s throat.
An eternity later, Duo ended the kiss, flushed and in need of air. He pulled back slightly, and their heated breath rose and mingled. He cupped Wufei’s face, stroking his fingertips along the firm line of his jaw. Wufei leaned into his touch and sighed, a soft feathery sound. Smiling, Duo then traced strong fingers down along the smooth column of his throat, down along his shoulder, and skimmed it down one silk clad arm.
He took Wufei’s hand and brought it up to his lips. With deliberate care he buzzed his lips lightly along the flesh of Wufei’s knuckles then traced his tongue along the blue rivers that flowed just beneath the surface. Humming the familiar Christmas song, he turned the hand palm up and skimmed the tip of his fingers along the lines and groves he encountered, slowly, carefully, studying each small squiggle, the deeper grooves, as if deciphering his future in the lines of the hand he held.
But he need not be a palm reader to know what was in store for him tonight.
Continuing to hum softly, Duo led the blindfolded Wufei slowly and carefully towards the straight-backed chair next to the occasional table. He settled into the chair, pulling Wufei down with him so that his smooth golden legs straddled one muscular thigh, his body facing his. He slid his hand along the silk covered body from hip to thigh, then upward along the inside of his legs, up towards Wufei’s center and smiled as the young man shuddered at his teasing caresses. Duo toyed briefly with the hem of the matching silk boxers, rubbing the smooth cloth between thumb and forefinger, then slipped his hand inside and higher, cupping the vulnerable flesh within.
Wufei groaned and strained to pull away, his hand flat against Duo’s chest, pushing.
Duo chuckled low in his throat, wrapped his free arm firmly about the smaller man, holding him fast. He gleefully continued his bold caresses, raining kisses down upon Wufei until his very breath burned from his throat in rapid pants.
Small white teeth bit into the meat of his bottom lip as Wufei fought to stifle his heated cries as familiar hands continued to stroke and tease. Duo smiled, knowing how hard his companion was struggling to follow the rule of silence that they had agreed upon. He pulled Wufei closer and decided to cut his some slack.
“Have you been a good boy this year?” He asked, kissing the smooth line of Wufei’s throat and heard Wufei sigh softly for these words freed his voice.
“Yes.” Wufei replied, trembling furiously as Duo kissed him without end, his free hand still touching him, teasing him. A fever of desire surged through his veins, threatening to shatter his carefully maintained control.
Duo pulled back, his large eyes glimmering in the firelight. His hand stilled in its tantalizing motions and an impish smile twisted his lips as Wufei moan disparagingly. His doubt was clearly evident in his voice when he said, “Oh, really?”
Wufei shifted his hips in a mute supplication, but quickly realized that there would be no relief until he had answered the question to Duo’s satisfaction. He managed a brief nod and replied, “Yes, I have been a good boy, Santa.”
“So, you brush your teeth after every meal?”
“Yes.”
“Wash your hands after you use the restroom?”
“Of course I do!” Wufei snapped indignantly, momentarily forgetting himself.
“You never tell a lie,” Duo continued calmly, “not even a little white one?”
“Well…” Wufei faltered just a little, his voice growing softer, quieter.
“And you never sneak Santa’s cookies on Christmas Eve, do you?” Duo’s voice was charged with subtle victory.
Wufei nibbled his bottom lip.
“So, tell me, Wufei,” Duo pressed, “and be honest. Have you been a good boy this year?”
There was a long silence, and then Wufei hung his head. His voice, when he replied, was whisper soft. “No.”
“So you’re telling me that you have been a rather naughty boy?” Duo prompted gently.
Another whisper. “Yes.”
“And what happens to naughty boys, Wufei?”
Wufei’s voice was even lower still, so soft in fact, that Duo had to strain forward to hear him. “They get punished.”
Duo gently pressed a kiss against the top of Wufei’s bowed head then rubbed his lips against the smooth silky mass, inhaling the scent of clean hair and strawberry scented shampoo. His strong arms wrapped about clad shoulders.
“Do you want me to punish you, Wufei?”
“Y-yes, please. I- I’m sorry… so sorry.” His voice and tone was that of a young boy on the verge of tears.
“Yes, I’m sure you are.” Duo murmured reassuringly. “But being sorry is not good enough. You must be punished.”
You must be punished.
Something deep inside Wufei’s heart resonated with those words, something long buried but never quite forgotten. The words echoed through his mind, again and again, but unlike echoes, the volume and clarity of these words didn’t fade away but rather intensified until they were booming like thunder, so loud they shivered his mind.
“Stand up.”
He’s making a list.
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
Again, Wufei rose fluidly to his feet despite the faint trembling in his legs. Gently, Duo took hold of his arm, steered him around towards his left, and lowered him upon his lap, bending Wufei’s body over his thigh and into the proper position for a spanking. He locked one leg around Wufei’s in order to neutralize any possible kicks and struggles, guaranteeing that he wouldn’t be able to squirm off of his lap. The sense of power he held over Wufei was dizzying, it intoxicated him, sent hot fire blazing through his body in an almost overwhelming burst. Breathing deeply, he placed his left hand over his tailbone, with the intentions of holding him down should he start to jump and wiggle.
Slowly, struggling to maintain his sense of calm, Duo folded the bottom of the red silk robe well up over Wufei’s back and admired the smooth golden flesh, the way the light of the flames slid along the smooth material of his boxers, how they danced along the sweet curve of his buttocks. He then took the cloth into hand and jerked them down around Wufei’s knees.
Wufei gasped and wriggled in embarrassment as the cool night air caressed his suddenly bare skin.
“This is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me.” Duo announced as he gazed at the bared buttocks draped over his lap. Wufei squirmed a little at this and Duo found it difficult to suppress his delight.
Duo moved his hand close enough to Wufei’s bare flesh to graze the fine hairs that graced his skin. He then placed his hand lightly on his rear and felt his own lips twist into a faintly amused smile as Wufei’s skin twitched, awakening to the soft presence of his hand. With firm yet gently strokes, he fondled the smooth curve of the buttocks, kneading the muscular flesh, fueling the other boy’s aching arousal.
Wufei sighed softly at these gentle touches and the tension that sang through his muscles eased. 'Perhaps this isn’t going to be so very bad after all,' He thought, 'It’s actually quite enjoyable.'
Several moments later, Duo decided that there had been enough warm up and that it was time to get down to business. He smacked the palm of his hand lightly along Wufei’s bottom, one quick, sharp spank.
Wufei gasped at the stinging but then sighed as gentle warmth radiated through his body as it absorbed the shock of that first light stroke.
Another spank quickly followed the first, this time a little bit sharper, and Wufei jumped slightly in a bad way as Duo’s hand brushed his testicles. Duo murmured his apologies.
The stroke itself was only slightly painful and as the pain thinned, another flood of warm sensual feelings surged through him radiating from where the area that was hit. Wufei raised his hips in a saucy manner, silently pleading for more.
A third smack was delivered, harder than the first two, then a fourth and a fifth, each sharper than the last. Now Wufei squirmed now with genuine pain. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his buttocks together for protection against the next blow. His eyes began to burn as tears welled unbidden behind the lids of his eyes but Duo was unaware of this because the sleeping mask was still in place. A roaring volcano of suppressed feelings began to first simmer than surface from somewhere deep within, ripping through Wufei’s body - guilt, shame, and a sense of loss so intense that his throat tightened. His sinuses began to ache as well, a sign that tears were imminent.
You must be punished.
Another rush of pain followed by yet another flood of tingling warmth. This time Wufei was unable to suppress his pained cry.
At the sound of Wufei’s voice raised in real pain, Duo stilled his hand and massaged his rear, which were awash with a color somewhere between pink and rosy. The pretty sight of his taut buttocks bouncing and reddening under repeated slaps fueled the fake Santa’s desire and the crotch of his red velvet pants bulged. But he sensed something wasn’t quite right with his friend. His left hand rubbed Wufei’s back and shoulders in soothing circles.
“Are you alright, Wufei?” He murmured softly.
Wufei gasped out, “I’m fine,” but his voice thick and strained.
“Would you like to use your safe word?”
Wufei shook his head vehemently, “No, I-I must be punished.” He craned his head over his shoulder at his friend, but could not see him because of the sleeping mask. “Please, Duo, please.”
His voice quivered and broke on the last word.
And so the punishment continued. The blows continued to increase in intensity and with each strike Wufei moaned loudly, adding his voice to that of the snap-crackling of the fire. Beads of sweat formed along his flesh causing it to glisten in the soft, uncertain light of the living room.
Taking his time and as much care as was possible, Duo regularly alternated between striking the quivering bottom draped over his knee with a flat palm, his fingers slightly apart, and spanking with a slightly cupped hand. His arm swung in its slow arc repeatedly, and the sharp sound of flesh on flesh was punctuated by Wufei’s moans and stifled cries. But no matter how heavy the blows became, his right hand always stopped just at the surface of Wufei’s tender skin. He never allowed himself to follow through with the swinging motion of his arm for it wasn’t his intentions to damage the muscles beneath the golden skin or to cause severe bruising.
Something deep within Wufei’s heart, some barrier, had been exposed and shattered as he submitted to the chastisement of Duo’s firm hand, and now tears, hot and heavy, streamed freely down his cheeks, and his body jerked each time Duo’s hand came into solid contact with his posterior. The warm pleasurable sensations swelled and mingled with the sharp stinging of his bottom and still he wept. It was as if the physical pain he was suffering unlocked his emotional restraint and allowed him to express the sorrow he had long hidden away in his heart. His failure to save Meilan’s life… the devastating loss of his colony… all of his guilt and shame, every repressed hurt and feeling he had denied expression during the course of the war, they all erupted within him, and surfaced in a scalding wash of tears
He experienced it all anew, each painful feeling in its turn. He moaned and cried out miserably, his body rippling, shuddering under their force. He no longer felt the blows from Duo’s hand, though their steady rhythm continued. After his emotions had had their way with him, he allowed himself to let them go, and in doing so, experienced a powerful spiritual release very similar in intensity to sexual orgasm. His entire body convulsed with the strength of it and when the roaring aftershocks eventually subsided, the pain, both emotional and physical, had faded away until there was nothing left, leaving him exhausted, husked out, but cleaner and lighter in spirit than he had been in a long, long time
“Mercy, Duo.” Wufei murmured weakly, uttering the agreed upon safe word for the first time. “Have mercy on my poor ass.”
Duo chuckled with barely concealed relief and instantly stilled his hand, which had been drawing back to deliver yet another smarting blow to the almost cherry red backside of his companion. His palm tingled and throbbed and he could only guess at how Wufei would be feeling at the moment. Probably damned sore.
He pulled Wufei up and into his arms so that once more he was sitting on his lap. Wufei leaned his shoulder against Duo’s chest, and nestled his head where neck and shoulder meet. He offered no resistance, which caused Duo to sigh happily. This small act itself served as a victory of sorts in his eyes because on most occasions, Wufei, who was a rather prickly fellow, would have stiffened and tried to pull away. For long moments he cradled Wufei, rocking him, all the while whispering soft words of comfort. When he noticed the silvery tear tracks along bronzed cheeks, Duo removed the sleeping mask and glared down into his friend’s shimmering eyes.
“You should have told me to stop sooner, Wufei.” Duo admonished. “I hurt you.”
Wufei shook his head slowly. “No, you didn’t. I’m fine. Everything’s fine now, Duo.”
“You sure?” Doubt still lingered.
“Yes.” Wrapping his arms around Duo’s neck, Wufei pulled his lover’s head forward until their lips meet in a soft, almost chaste kiss.
Salty tears blossomed on Duo’s lips and he pulled away, flicked out his tongue, savored their taste. His own control faltered and his arms tightened around Wufei’s slender body, pulling him closer still. He desperately wanted to devour the boy, starting with the soft lips offered so demurely up to him and working his way down. He shifted slightly, and freeing one hand, trailed it down Wufei’s muscular leg, and then up again, tracing the tips of his fingers along the smooth inner muscles until he came once again to the proof of his desire, still swollen and eager.
He leaned forward to passionately claim Wufei’s lips, but Wufei stopped him with one finger, sliding the tip across his lower lip. Purple eyes blinked in surprise.
He sees when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
“I’ve been naughty, Santa,” Wufei murmured softly, a mischievous glint in his black eyes, “but now I want you to make me nice.”
Heat surged through Duo’s body and he cleared his throat. His pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “How nice do you want to be?”
Wufei lowered his gaze; black lashes cast shadows upon his gloriously high cheekbones, which were splashed with color. When he lifted his lids again, his eyes glinted like black jewels. He offered a coy smile and reaching out, smoothed the pads of his fingers along the strong line of Duo’s jaw and down the tendon of his throat, to where his pulse fluttered helplessly, then slowly traced even lower.
“As nice as you want me to be.”
Smooth, hands pressed against Duo’s chest, then slid along the red velvet, rising up, up, until they entwined at the nape of his neck and Duo saw no need to deny himself any further. He pressed fierce kisses along Wufei’s throat, brushing lower along his collarbone, until he grazed the flesh exposed by the V of Wufei’s red silk robe. He then raised his head and laid claim to Wufei’s lips, plundering the moist recess like a conqueror.
Wufei moaned low in his throat and arched up against him. Tiny shivers racked his body, so long denied pleasure. The fever in his blood, once banked so carefully, roared to life and devoured him. Without breaking the kiss, Duo’s hands fumbled with the tie of the robe, but his desire seemed to have robbed him of his dexterity. Wufei silently offered to help, his hands falling to the tie of his robe, but Duo merely shook his head and gently pushed the helping hands away. Finally, the stubborn knot came undone and he pushed the ties roughly away. The soft cloth slid easily from Wufei’s shoulders and fell to the ground with an almost inaudible swoosh. The red silk boxers, which had previously pooled around slender ankles, soon followed.
Hands slid heavily over bronzed skin and Duo admired the smooth body he teased, fascinated by its texture, the rippling play of muscles beneath skin. Being Oriental, Wufei was naturally smooth, only the finest hairs graced his body. Even the sensitive nipples were hairless. Strong fingers traced small teasing circles around the pebbled peaks of Wufei’s nipples until at last Duo took one of the nubs between thumb and forefinger and began to pinch and tug, gently at first, but with mounting pressure. Wufei gasped through the kiss as pleasure and pain mingled in a heady mix, rose and obliterated all thought, all reason.
Duo’s hands trailed at last away from Wufei’s chest, slid down and around until he was cupping his bare bottom. He kneaded the still tender flesh, and felt more than heard Wufei first gasp then moan. The sound sent thousands of tiny shivers coursing through his body, and his already erect member ached with need.
With ease, he pulled Wufei close, shifting the slender body and legs so that he when he lifted Wufei, their hips pressed together. Duo then eased to his feet hoisting the other boy even higher. Instinctively, the raven-haired youth wrapped his arms about muscular shoulders and his long slender legs about lean hips as Duo carried him in the direction of the couch and gently set him down so that Wufei was kneeling, his upper torso resting on the cushions.
Glancing over his shoulder, Wufei’s black eyes widened as he watched open-mouthed as Duo began to remove his clothes. The first thing to go was the ridiculous red stocking cap - it was tossed carelessly aside. The black leather boots were next, and Wufei couldn’t help but smile as Duo wobbled on one leg like a crane with an ear infection to kick off first the left boot, then the right. Then with both feet firmly on the ground, Duo slowly and provocatively began to unfasten the long row of buttons along the front of the Santa suit. With deliberate care he slid each button from its hole as he swayed his hips in time to some unknown tune in his head. A few humming bars caught on the air and were carried to Wufei’s ears and he wasn’t surprised to recognize the ever popular, ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’. Duo raised his eyes towards Wufei and dropped a saucy wink that brought a flush to his face.
“Even after everything I’ve let you do tonight, you still want to tease me?” Wufei asked, incredulously.
Duo’s eyes glittered with a decisively impish light. “Yup,” He drawled in a slow and syrupy voice as he ran the tips of his fingers lightly over his bare torso, circling the nipples suggestively.
A faint metallic jingling and then Duo’s belt was undone, and the red velvet pants slipping down long legs to pool at his feet followed by a pair of black silk boxers decorated by little yellow ducklings. Wufei soaked in the sight of Duo, his straining erection jutting out before him, long, firm and glistening in the tremulous light radiating from the Christmas tree and hearth. He fell to his knees and Wufei closed his eyes and laid his head against the smooth couch cushions. His body quivered in anticipation.
Again there came the same sliding shuffle of cloth he had heard earlier and this time, free of his sleeping mask and all restricting rules of the game, Wufei decided to risk a tiny peek in order to satisfy his curiosity. Duo was reaching into a small black sack that had apparently been left at the foot of the couch. It really shouldn’t have come as any surprise to him that he had decided to use such a prop; he was, after all, playing Santa Claus.
“What sort of toys have you brought for me, Santa?” Wufei purred seductively.
“You’ll see soon enough, my dear boy.” Duo murmured, his arm still deep inside the bag. Apparently, he was having a little trouble finding what he was after. His pink tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he fumbled through the contents of the bag and then - “Ah ha! Here it is!” He jubilantly produced a small tube of lubrication. He dropped a decisively lecherous wink at Wufei, who blushed and returned his head to its former position against the cushions.
Duo leaned over Wufei and took a few moments to admire how the firelight and colored Christmas lights mingled together and skimmed over the smooth contours of his body, the way the muscles of his back rippled as he nervously shifted his body weight from first one knee to the other. Slowly, he pressed into the body beneath him, placing one hand on the nape of Wufei’s neck and the other between his reddened buttocks. The other boy winced slightly and inhaled a small hiss of breath as Duo’s hand kneaded the taut muscles but made no other protests. He then bent closer and first ran his tongue over the right butt-check and then bit down gently on it.
Wufei’s body jerked in an uncontrolled manner and a small sharp cry escaped his lips.
“Duo!” He gasped in a hoarse whisper.
Duo cooed soothing words, “It’s okay, Wufei… just relax…” and traced his hands along Wufei’s naked body, his shoulders and back, his nipples, chest and abdomen. He stroked his hips and then his inner thighs, skillfully, teasingly avoiding his arousal, then whispering his fingertips lower until he tickled the backs of his knees. Each tender, teasing caress was greeted by a low, desperate moan, and before long the sweat beaded body beneath him was atremble with unfulfilled desire.
“Please, Duo,” Wufei’s voice was slightly muffled by the cushions he was pressing his face against in an effort not to scream in frustration, but both the words and tone had no trouble reaching Duo’s ears. “Please! “
It pleased Duo immensely to have his love crying out his name in such a manner and he decided that Wufei had endured enough torture for one evening. It was time to put an end to his suffering. He took up the small tube he had set down on the ground next to his knees and squirted a large dollop of lubrication into his hand. The sweet scent of kiwi strawberry wafted through the air to mingle with the sharp scent of pine needles, and the soothing smells of cinnamon, vanilla, and hot wax. But beneath this medley of fragrances was the low, subtle musk of lust and arousal.
He generously smeared the slick contents over the fingers of his right hand then over his throbbing manhood. With one knee he nudged Wufei’s thighs wider, and rested his hand lightly along the curve of his sorely abused buttocks. Another muffled groan as he slid one finger between the globes of flesh to stroke the tender puckered flesh within. He traced his forefinger over the small pink entrance while his other hand slid around and gripped Wufei’s straining flesh and began to fondle and tease. A shudder rippled through Wufei’s body.
The muscles in Wufei’s back tensed briefly then relaxed as Duo stroked, caressed, and intimately traced the small pucker, preparing it with great care. Then, he slowly, deliberately, slid one long finger into the heated depths of his body. Mysterious inner muscles first resisted the sudden intrusion, then relaxed as Duo stroked slowly, in, out, letting Wufei become accustomed to his touch, his presence.
Wufei’s breath fractured, becoming ragged as Duo worked magic upon him, conjured up wells of magnificence from the inner workings of his own body. Passion coiled within him, building to a mind-shattering peak, tightening until fire raced through his veins, devouring him. The hand on his erection stilled just as he felt himself nearing the edge of fulfillment. It denied him his release and he cried out in frustration.
“Duo,” He panted, “Please!” It was a desperate plea.
“No, not yet,” Came the murmured reply.
Duo then slipped a second finger in with the first, and was thrusting deeper, faster. Wufei reared back against him eagerly, mewling, moaning, his mouth hanging open, his breath ragged. Suddenly a strangled cry ripped past his lips and his entire body stiffened as Duo angled his fingers and hit the sweet spot deep within. He repeatedly struck this sensitive place until Wufei was on the verge of insanity and his breath caught in his throat. An intense tingling sensation swelled throughout his body, building up towards an intensity he couldn’t imagine.
Duo moved his hips against Wufei’s bottom and heard him grunt as his arousal slid between his buttocks, to rest against his well-lubricated entrance. He then snaked his left arm up under his neck, in a sort of half-assed wrestler’s hold, and cradled Wufei’s neck in the crock of his elbow. He bent Wufei’s body backwards until his smooth back rested against his chest and abdomen. With his other hand he brushed the already erect nipples then slid ever lower along the ridges and planes of his body until he wrapped his fingers around his testicles.
He squeezed gently and Wufei groaned as if in pain.
“Does that hurt?”
“A-a little… but I… I like it.”
Duo squeezed a bit harder and Wufei whimpered and squirmed as if he were trying to escape. Duo ground his erection against his rear and this action was greeted by yet another whimper. The small sound sent thrill rolling through Duo’s body and he pressed against Wufei, grunting lightly as the tip of his penis slid past the ring of muscle and moved slowly into the heavenly warmth beyond.
Wufei thrashed again, more frantically as he felt the tip of Duo’s erection pressing into his body, hard, hot and much larger than he had realized, but he couldn’t move within the restraints of Duo’s arms. A small sound of pain escaped his tight throat as he felt his body burning, stretching in order to accommodate Duo’s size and length. And still he continued to press relentlessly in.
Wufei’s eyes clenched closed as Duo held him trapped, and slowly, slowly filled him. His body arched back, tightened, tensed, against this slow, maddening invasion. Until he was so full of him he could scarcely breathe, or think, or move. Duo’s organ throbbed high and deep inside of him, his hands stroking and soothing his body as his inner muscles surrendered, adjusted… and finally accepted. His legs, once so rigid, relaxed marginally, and parted farther to allow easier access.
Duo bent his head next to Wufei’s ears and his hot breath puffed along sensitive flesh. “Are you all right, Wufei?”
Wufei was silent for a moment as he contemplated an answer to the question. With Duo’s arms laced so tightly about his body and his throbbing erection buried intimately within him, he felt… complete, whole. Emotionally, sexually, and certainly physically, Duo filled the void that had for so long been achingly empty. Words couldn’t properly convey how he felt and so in response, he merely nodded his head. Then he heard Duo groan as he moved within him, at first just a little, rocking his hips against supple buttocks. Wufei shyly pressed back against him, very slightly, to encourage him.
Duo really didn’t need any encouragement, but he was glad that Wufei was feeling so frisky after the beating he had taken earlier. He sincerely doubted that he would’ve been anywhere near as eager if their positions had been reversed. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case and Wufei, though bottom sore, seemed more than eager as he pressed his taut buttocks against his pelvic, pleading for more. In response to his silent urgings, Duo withdrew slowly until only the head of his penis remained in the hot depths of Wufei’s body, and then pressed forward again enjoying the low moan from his partner, and the tight heat of his body as it once again accepted his manhood. Surely heaven would feel this good, if not better, and heaven was where Duo felt he had landed.
Encouraged by the continuing soft groans and pleas from his lover, Duo began to thrust deeply into Wufei with long, hard strokes, pulling out almost completely only to drive back in again. It was not fast, this joining, just hard, hot, and steady and it wasn’t long before Wufei’s cries and moans were mingling almost harmoniously with Duo’s own.
Wufei’s breath was ragged and heavy and his heart a thundering war hammer beating in his chest. A heavy heat filled him as Duo skillfully teased him towards orgasm from both the inside and out. Sensations overwhelmed him completely, ripping down his defenses and setting fire to his nerve endings. Such a blinding wash of pleasure surged through him and he forced himself to stay absolutely still, surrendering to it completely. His entire body shook and shivered as Duo drove himself into him relentlessly, repeatedly, and when his orgasm took him, he threw back his head and cried out, as tears slipped from his eyes.
Duo felt hot tears fall against his forearm and marveled. Even in ecstasy, there were tears. Wufei’s rising cry of completion, and the hot, sticky spill of his seed as it erupted over his knuckles, filled him with an enormous sense of satisfaction. Duo bent his head and began feverously licking the back of Wufei’s neck and the salty taste of his flesh was like nothing he had ever had before. Pleasure surged through him and he couldn’t control himself any longer. As his own orgasm shredded through his body, he buried his teeth into Wufei’s shoulder, perhaps harder than he had meant to, judging from the scream that followed.
Shuddering uncontrollably, he collapsed on top of Wufei’s own shaking form, and then when their panting breaths had stilled somewhat, he slowly withdrew his spent member then pulled Wufei into his arms and lowered them both onto the thick area rug. He grouped almost blindly for several moments until his searching hand came into contact with the thick, oversized velvet shirt of his Santa costume that he had carelessly discarded earlier. He pulled it over Wufei’s shaking shoulders to protect him from the invading chill that filled the room. The small fire had burned down to smoldering embers and while the Christmas lights filled the room with soft, multi-colored light, they provided no heat.
The antique grandfather clock chimed the hour and Duo was surprised at how late it was getting. Sighing tiredly, he pulled the half-asleep Wufei into his arms, his belly pressing comfortably against the curve of his back. He fanned his fingers idly through the thick wash of black silken hair that fanned out over his shoulder and allowed his mind to drift. He had been pleasantly surprised at how well Wufei had preformed his role of the naughty little boy in their little scene and he anticipated many more erotic role-playing adventures. Maybe something involving a little bondage, or some other bit of kink.
Reality was slow in returning to Wufei’s mind. He stirred and sighed, then became of the warmth that pressed against his body. He shifted his body, and winced slightly at the soreness in his nether regions. Ignoring it as best he could, he turned his body until he was facing Duo, who lay on the rug besides him, one hand propped behind his head. He fanned his fingers along the solid expanse of chest, feeling the tickle of small hairs against his palm and smiled possessively. Purple eyes fluttered open and smiled back up at him.
“You’ll be sore, Wufei.” He murmured sleepily. “Just lie still and relax for a while.”
Wufei stared down at him in silence for a few moments, his black hair falling about his face. With a shrug he lowered himself next to the heat of Duo’s body until once more he felt the taut stomach against his back. One strong arm wrapped protectively around him, and he found that he didn’t mind at all. Sighing, he settled back and gazed sleepily out of the window. Just as he was about to let sleep drag him down into warm darkness, something caught his eyes.
He sat up quickly and scrambled to his feet paying no mind to Duo’s confused mumblings as his sleep heavy mind registered that Wufei was no longer at his side. He rushed to the large windows ignoring the aches of his posterior and gazed out into the night with awed silence.
“Duo!” He called softly, waving at him excitedly, “Come over here.”
Purple eyes opened slowly, wandered lazily towards the naked figure by the window, and then flew open in surprised delight. Duo pulled himself clumsily to his feet and hurried over to Wufei’s side, his lips twisted in a large joyous smile.
“”Oh, wow, Wufei!” He exclaimed happily. “It’s finally snowing!”
“Yes, it is.” Wufei rested his head against Duo’s bare shoulder and smiled when he felt strong arms wrapping around his waste. “Looks like we’re going to have a white Christmas, after all.”
For a long time they stood watching fat snowflakes falling in steady waves towards the earth. The ground was already covered with it, and the world was rapidly becoming a dazzlingly white wonder, lacking shape and real definition. While Wufei’s mind dwelled on practical matters such as the laying down of salt-rock and scraping car windows, Duo’s thought were filled with snowmen and steaming cups of hot chocolate.
Duo pressed a simple kiss against Wufei’s cheek and smiled when the other boy looked at him with his almond shaped black eyes that burned with such fierce desire.
“Merry Christmas, Wufei.”
Wufei wrapped his arms affectionately around Duo, which surprised the braided American for a moment, but he recovered quickly and returned the gesture enthusiastically.
“Merry Christmas to you, too… Santa.”
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry.
Better not pout, I’m telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town.
THE END
By: yellowhorde
Song: Santa Clause is Coming to Town - written by Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots. It has been sung by many different vocal artists. Pick your favorite.
Pairing: Duo Maxwell x Wufei Chang
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Rating: NC-17 - Yaoi, graphic lemon (sexual situations), and spanking
Silvery moonlight filtered in through the frost-laced window near Wufei’s bed. He admired its frail beauty for a moment then stretched out his hand towards and through the insubstantial light wishing he could catch and keep the moonbeams in a jar on his dresser like fireflies. He pressed his fingertips against the frosted glass feeling the bubble of cold radiated from the windowpanes. Tiny shivers raced up his arm.
His eyes, black as fresh tar, took hopeful note of the gathering clouds high up in the frigid night sky. He found himself wishing that it would snow. The weather forecaster had been gleefully predicting that the viewing audience would have a white Christmas, but here it was, less than half an hour to midnight, Christmas Eve, and still no sign of the promised snow. He tried to tell himself that it really didn’t matter to him whether it snowed or not - but that was a lie. Snow played such an intricate part in the season’s traditions and he knew that Duo would be disappointed if their first Christmas together couldn’t be a white one.
Nervously he ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair and fidgeted with the tie of his red silk robe. It had been an early Christmas present and Duo had wanted him to wear it tonight, their special night.
A warm tingling sensation mixed with cold fingers of anxiety churned queasily in his stomach and in an effort to calm his nerves, Wufei aimlessly wandered around the room. He straightened the already made bed, fluffed the pillows, and made minor - and unnecessary - adjustments to the small Oriental figurines atop his dresser. These small tasks accomplished, he sighed and perched himself lightly onto the edge of the bed.
His eyes fell to his nightstand and the smooth vanilla card that he had found propped against his pillow earlier that evening. He picked it up. It was of quality paper, simple, lacking any sort of design. His name was spelled out in a smooth river of cursive, both elegant and masculine at once. Just seeing his name written in that familiar handwriting had sent his heart aflutter. Actually reading the note, even if for the hundredth time, sent waves of heat coursing through his body.
Meet me by the fireplace at midnight.
-Santa
Despite his nervousness, Wufei couldn’t help but smile at Duo’s antics. He really was one for detail and his vast imagination never ceased to amaze. He set the card back on the nightstand and slid gracefully to his feet. The hardwood floor was cool and smooth and didn’t even creak as he moved slowly across the room. As his fingers touched the brass doorknob, he paused lost in thought.
Though the plans for this evenings entertainment had been carefully negotiated over a candle lit dinner the night before, he couldn’t help but feel a little… apprehensive. He had never done anything like this before and he was nervous. He didn’t consider himself a prudish fellow by any stretch of the imagination, and yet now that the time was a hand he was having… thoughts. Not second thoughts exactly, just thoughts. He had been the one to first suggest this scenario, but still doubt lingered.
Purple eyes and a seductive smile burned through his mind and Wufei gathered his failing courage about him like a cloak. Slowly he inhaled, his narrow chest expanding mightily. He held this breath to the mental count of four, and then exhaled, again counting, this time from eight backwards to one. This familiar ritual, performed countless times over his life, helped calm him. It centered his mind, wiping away all fear and negativity. He trusted Duo and knew deep in his heart that if anything were to go wrong, if things were to get out of hand, all he would have to do was say the word, their secret safe word they had agreed upon, and the scene would stop.
Gripping the knob firmly in hand, Wufei opened the door and slipped as quiet as water out into the darkened hall outside of his bedroom. He paused for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the deeper shadows. He then shut the door quietly behind him and padded towards the stairs. Having snuck downstairs on more than one occasion on secret foraging trips to the refrigerator, Wufei knew just which boards would groan and give away his position. With the skill of a world-class cat burglar, he flowed down the steps; his soldier’s training allowing him to place each foot in just the right spot to avoid unnecessary noise. His hand trailed lightly along the banister.
When he reached the living room the breathtaking beauty that unfolded before him nearly overwhelmed him. Fuzzy ropes of tinsel, graced with the occasional red bow, were hung hither and yon in a tasteful display that wound its way through the entire room. There were several red and green candles on the hearth, which perfumed the soft dark air with a heady mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. A cool current of air caused their tiny flames to flicker and dribble wax down onto their ornate brass holders. Below the candles, two red stockings trimmed with white faux fur were hung carefully from the bricks framing the mouth of the fireplace. Both his and Duo’s names were skillfully embroidered on the soft velvety material.
A small fire crackled in the fireplace, and the reddish-golden light flickered and danced through the room to be reflected off of a thousand shiny surfaces. Its shimmering warmth filled the room with an amorous ambiance that was, in Wufei’s opinion, just the right touch. An antique grandfather clock Quatre had given them as a house-warming gift when they first moved in stood at the foot of the stairs counting each second with a swing and tick from its pendulum. Its steady rhythm seemed to beat in time with Wufei’s own heart.
But it was the Christmas tree set proudly in the opposite corner that really impressed him. Although he hadn’t been raised celebrating the holiday, he couldn’t help but stare in wonder. He had helped Duo trim the tree just the other day and had been rather impressed, but now… Now lit up and standing before him in all its glory… it simply took his breath away. Colored lights were strung around the boughs in tasteful abundance, along with an assortment of colored glass balls and other seasonal ornaments scattered here and there with great care to detail and artistic appeal. Tinsel glittered in profusion, and perched high atop the tallest branch - the finishing touch - was a sparkling angel.
Catching sight of something in the corner of his eye, he turned to investigate. He padded towards a cherry wood occasional table set between an ornately carved straight- backed chair and the hearth where a platter of fresh chocolate chip cookies and a glass of cold milk, a time honored offering to a jolly fat man that delivered toys to ‘all the good boys and girls of the world’, sat atop the smoothly gleaming surface. He smiled and plucked one of the cookies from the lapis lazuli plate. He held the cookie under his nose and inhaled its tantalizing aroma. He then took a small bite and sighed happily as the sweet chocolate coated his tongue.
Ah, heaven.
As he slowly devoured the cookie, savoring each sweet and crunchy bite, Wufei belatedly noticed another vanilla card, identical to the one in his room, propped against the milk glass. Next to it was a small package wrapped in gold foil. The only light in the living room was from the small fire, the scented candles, and the tiny cords of Christmas lights yet he could still easily make out his name on the front of the card in the same handwriting that graced the one upstairs. Carefully, he thumbed open the card and read what was written within.
Kneel before the fireplace then put this on.
No peeking.
-Santa
A warm tingle filled Wufei’s belly. He took the small package into his slightly trembling hands and carefully stripped away the wrapping; he already knew what the package would contain but the excitement of opening a present remained the same for him regardless. As he lifted the lid of the box he realized that he had been right.
It was a black sleeping mask.
Anticipation raced up Wufei’s spine like a thousand tiny insects.
Smooth as a dancer, he moved towards the soft area rug centered between the hearth and the couch and slid gracefully to his knees, sweeping the red cloth of his robe under the slight curve of his buttocks as he did. The fire crackled laughter and was soothingly warm at his back and the lights of the Christmas tree dazzled him. He took a moment to savor the peace and beauty around him then closed his eyes and slid the mask on. Its fit was comfortably snug, not too tight. Breathing deeply, he placed his hands, palm down, on his thighs, bowed his head in a submissive manner, and prepared to wait.
He didn’t have to wait long.
The grandfather clock began to strike the hour with low majestic tones. Silently, Wufei counted each one, his heartbeat speeding up as the number rose higher until the last chime, the twelfth, was rung. It hung in the air for what seemed an eternity then faded to silence.
All was dark and still now for the mask Wufei wore successfully blocked all light, so that even the faintest red glow on the insides of his lids, a natural occurrence whenever light filtered through the thin skin protecting his eyes, was doused. In the near total silence he strained to hear more than the rhythmic ticking of the clock, the soft crackling of the fire and the sound of his own breathing. The silence pressed in on the kneeling man and he briefly wished to remove the mask, to reassure himself that he wasn’t kneeling in this beautiful room alone - but he didn’t quite dare.
Then he felt it - the familiar sensation of eyes upon him. Duo’s eyes. Even with his own eyes covered and useless, Wufei couldn’t mistake the weight of that amethyst gaze upon his body. Hot shivers danced up the ladder of his spine as the faintest humming reached his ears and although he didn’t know all of the words of the song, he recognized the tune. It was ‘Santa Claus Is Coming to Town’, an old classic and one of Duo’s favorites.
Slowly, the soft thud of feet drifted across the room to where Wufei was kneeling, and from the ringing quality of each step Wufei guessed that his visitor was wearing some sort of heavy boots. Leather boots gleaming smooth and polished in the soft light of flames, no doubt. This mental image sent thrills down his spine, excited him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
Wufei wanted to look up, to remove the mask, to see the face of the man standing before him, but that would be breaking the pre-established rules they had so lengthily discussed the other night and if he was nothing else, Wufei was a stickler for rules, for order. And control. He forced himself to stay still, to keep his dark head bowed in submission. The footsteps were very near now, right in front of him, in fact. Then they stopped and a brief silence ensued. It was broken by the sliding shuffle of cloth and then a light thud of something being set somewhere on the ground. His curiosity was aroused but he held himself stoically in check. He was not to speak unless granted permission.
The rules were the rules.
The familiar voice of his lover said, “Stand up.”
You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He obeyed readily enough, rising to his feet slowly so he wouldn’t trip and hurt himself. His head remained bowed, though, and his hands dangled loosely at his sides.
The air shifted ever so subtly and the scent of spicy cologne tickled Wufei’s nose. He breathed it in, wishing to wrap the smell around him like a warm blanket. It was the smell of Duo’s cologne but underneath was the pure warm scent that was Duo’s alone. It was that scent Wufei associated with love and comfort and it calmed his nerves and began to still the frantic beating of his heart.
“My, my,” Duo purred low in his throat. There was unmistakable delight in his tone. “Someone has been a very, VERY naughty boy.” His laughter rode the air currents and caressed Wufei’s skin. Then he began to speak in a high sing-song voice, “Nibble, nibble like a mouse, who’s been nibbling at my house?”
Wufei frowned in puzzlement at this but kept his silence. He then gasped lightly as he felt hands resting on his shoulders and puffs of warm breath on his face.
“How naughty of you to eat Santa’s cookies, little boy.” Duo murmured, his voice low and husky. “And how very careless to leave behind the evidence that ties you to such an unspeakable crime.”
Wufei felt the slick warmth of Duo’s tongue pressing, licking, against one corner of his mouth.
'The cookie! I ate one of Santa’s cookies!'
Wufei opened his mouth as if to speak, or to apologize for committing such an atrocity, but a finger pressed against his lips stilled him.
“Shh…not a word,” Duo whispered. “I must first wipe away all traces of your sin.”
Wufei held himself still as Duo kept true to his word and set about his self appointed task with all the seriousness of a man on a mission. With nimble tongue and searching lips he found and obliterated all of the cookie crumbs that clung to the corners of Wufei’s mouth. When all sweet traces of the treat were gone he then nibbled insistently at Wufei’s lips and swept his tongue between them, urging them to part.
A soft moan escaped Wufei’s slightly parted lips and his hands rose from his sides to press against Duo’s chest. Soft velvet and what he thought may be fur trim, soft and warm, lay beneath the lined flesh of his palms. He suspected that Duo was staying in character by wearing the traditional Santa suit, complete with a red suit, stocking hat, and black leather boots. But he was, after all, blindfolded and couldn’t be one hundred percent certain. It was safe to assume, though, that Duo wasn’t wearing a fake beard. This didn’t bother Wufei at all for he preferred a clean-shaven face to whiskers any day.
Slowly, he rubbed his hands along the material for several seconds but then his wrists were captured and pressed firmly back to his sides. He moaned his protest, but knew it would do him no good. With a sigh, he surrendered, submitting to Duo’s unspoken command for him to remain still. It took more control than was pretty, but he managed to force himself to obey even though he wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through his love’s thick hair, to trace his hands over his lean body.
Duo pressed his tongue more insistently against Wufei’s mouth and growled possessively as those soft lips opened up to him, like a flower to the sun. His tongue darted in, searching, tasting. The smooth sweetness of chocolate blossomed along his taste buds as he explored the warm wet recesses, sipping the nectar that was Wufei, happy as a hummingbird. His tongue explored smooth enamel and soft pink flesh with an eagerness he couldn’t hide. He suckled gently at Wufei’s tongue and gloried in every soft moan that spilled forth from Wufei’s throat.
An eternity later, Duo ended the kiss, flushed and in need of air. He pulled back slightly, and their heated breath rose and mingled. He cupped Wufei’s face, stroking his fingertips along the firm line of his jaw. Wufei leaned into his touch and sighed, a soft feathery sound. Smiling, Duo then traced strong fingers down along the smooth column of his throat, down along his shoulder, and skimmed it down one silk clad arm.
He took Wufei’s hand and brought it up to his lips. With deliberate care he buzzed his lips lightly along the flesh of Wufei’s knuckles then traced his tongue along the blue rivers that flowed just beneath the surface. Humming the familiar Christmas song, he turned the hand palm up and skimmed the tip of his fingers along the lines and groves he encountered, slowly, carefully, studying each small squiggle, the deeper grooves, as if deciphering his future in the lines of the hand he held.
But he need not be a palm reader to know what was in store for him tonight.
Continuing to hum softly, Duo led the blindfolded Wufei slowly and carefully towards the straight-backed chair next to the occasional table. He settled into the chair, pulling Wufei down with him so that his smooth golden legs straddled one muscular thigh, his body facing his. He slid his hand along the silk covered body from hip to thigh, then upward along the inside of his legs, up towards Wufei’s center and smiled as the young man shuddered at his teasing caresses. Duo toyed briefly with the hem of the matching silk boxers, rubbing the smooth cloth between thumb and forefinger, then slipped his hand inside and higher, cupping the vulnerable flesh within.
Wufei groaned and strained to pull away, his hand flat against Duo’s chest, pushing.
Duo chuckled low in his throat, wrapped his free arm firmly about the smaller man, holding him fast. He gleefully continued his bold caresses, raining kisses down upon Wufei until his very breath burned from his throat in rapid pants.
Small white teeth bit into the meat of his bottom lip as Wufei fought to stifle his heated cries as familiar hands continued to stroke and tease. Duo smiled, knowing how hard his companion was struggling to follow the rule of silence that they had agreed upon. He pulled Wufei closer and decided to cut his some slack.
“Have you been a good boy this year?” He asked, kissing the smooth line of Wufei’s throat and heard Wufei sigh softly for these words freed his voice.
“Yes.” Wufei replied, trembling furiously as Duo kissed him without end, his free hand still touching him, teasing him. A fever of desire surged through his veins, threatening to shatter his carefully maintained control.
Duo pulled back, his large eyes glimmering in the firelight. His hand stilled in its tantalizing motions and an impish smile twisted his lips as Wufei moan disparagingly. His doubt was clearly evident in his voice when he said, “Oh, really?”
Wufei shifted his hips in a mute supplication, but quickly realized that there would be no relief until he had answered the question to Duo’s satisfaction. He managed a brief nod and replied, “Yes, I have been a good boy, Santa.”
“So, you brush your teeth after every meal?”
“Yes.”
“Wash your hands after you use the restroom?”
“Of course I do!” Wufei snapped indignantly, momentarily forgetting himself.
“You never tell a lie,” Duo continued calmly, “not even a little white one?”
“Well…” Wufei faltered just a little, his voice growing softer, quieter.
“And you never sneak Santa’s cookies on Christmas Eve, do you?” Duo’s voice was charged with subtle victory.
Wufei nibbled his bottom lip.
“So, tell me, Wufei,” Duo pressed, “and be honest. Have you been a good boy this year?”
There was a long silence, and then Wufei hung his head. His voice, when he replied, was whisper soft. “No.”
“So you’re telling me that you have been a rather naughty boy?” Duo prompted gently.
Another whisper. “Yes.”
“And what happens to naughty boys, Wufei?”
Wufei’s voice was even lower still, so soft in fact, that Duo had to strain forward to hear him. “They get punished.”
Duo gently pressed a kiss against the top of Wufei’s bowed head then rubbed his lips against the smooth silky mass, inhaling the scent of clean hair and strawberry scented shampoo. His strong arms wrapped about clad shoulders.
“Do you want me to punish you, Wufei?”
“Y-yes, please. I- I’m sorry… so sorry.” His voice and tone was that of a young boy on the verge of tears.
“Yes, I’m sure you are.” Duo murmured reassuringly. “But being sorry is not good enough. You must be punished.”
You must be punished.
Something deep inside Wufei’s heart resonated with those words, something long buried but never quite forgotten. The words echoed through his mind, again and again, but unlike echoes, the volume and clarity of these words didn’t fade away but rather intensified until they were booming like thunder, so loud they shivered his mind.
“Stand up.”
He’s making a list.
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
Again, Wufei rose fluidly to his feet despite the faint trembling in his legs. Gently, Duo took hold of his arm, steered him around towards his left, and lowered him upon his lap, bending Wufei’s body over his thigh and into the proper position for a spanking. He locked one leg around Wufei’s in order to neutralize any possible kicks and struggles, guaranteeing that he wouldn’t be able to squirm off of his lap. The sense of power he held over Wufei was dizzying, it intoxicated him, sent hot fire blazing through his body in an almost overwhelming burst. Breathing deeply, he placed his left hand over his tailbone, with the intentions of holding him down should he start to jump and wiggle.
Slowly, struggling to maintain his sense of calm, Duo folded the bottom of the red silk robe well up over Wufei’s back and admired the smooth golden flesh, the way the light of the flames slid along the smooth material of his boxers, how they danced along the sweet curve of his buttocks. He then took the cloth into hand and jerked them down around Wufei’s knees.
Wufei gasped and wriggled in embarrassment as the cool night air caressed his suddenly bare skin.
“This is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me.” Duo announced as he gazed at the bared buttocks draped over his lap. Wufei squirmed a little at this and Duo found it difficult to suppress his delight.
Duo moved his hand close enough to Wufei’s bare flesh to graze the fine hairs that graced his skin. He then placed his hand lightly on his rear and felt his own lips twist into a faintly amused smile as Wufei’s skin twitched, awakening to the soft presence of his hand. With firm yet gently strokes, he fondled the smooth curve of the buttocks, kneading the muscular flesh, fueling the other boy’s aching arousal.
Wufei sighed softly at these gentle touches and the tension that sang through his muscles eased. 'Perhaps this isn’t going to be so very bad after all,' He thought, 'It’s actually quite enjoyable.'
Several moments later, Duo decided that there had been enough warm up and that it was time to get down to business. He smacked the palm of his hand lightly along Wufei’s bottom, one quick, sharp spank.
Wufei gasped at the stinging but then sighed as gentle warmth radiated through his body as it absorbed the shock of that first light stroke.
Another spank quickly followed the first, this time a little bit sharper, and Wufei jumped slightly in a bad way as Duo’s hand brushed his testicles. Duo murmured his apologies.
The stroke itself was only slightly painful and as the pain thinned, another flood of warm sensual feelings surged through him radiating from where the area that was hit. Wufei raised his hips in a saucy manner, silently pleading for more.
A third smack was delivered, harder than the first two, then a fourth and a fifth, each sharper than the last. Now Wufei squirmed now with genuine pain. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his buttocks together for protection against the next blow. His eyes began to burn as tears welled unbidden behind the lids of his eyes but Duo was unaware of this because the sleeping mask was still in place. A roaring volcano of suppressed feelings began to first simmer than surface from somewhere deep within, ripping through Wufei’s body - guilt, shame, and a sense of loss so intense that his throat tightened. His sinuses began to ache as well, a sign that tears were imminent.
You must be punished.
Another rush of pain followed by yet another flood of tingling warmth. This time Wufei was unable to suppress his pained cry.
At the sound of Wufei’s voice raised in real pain, Duo stilled his hand and massaged his rear, which were awash with a color somewhere between pink and rosy. The pretty sight of his taut buttocks bouncing and reddening under repeated slaps fueled the fake Santa’s desire and the crotch of his red velvet pants bulged. But he sensed something wasn’t quite right with his friend. His left hand rubbed Wufei’s back and shoulders in soothing circles.
“Are you alright, Wufei?” He murmured softly.
Wufei gasped out, “I’m fine,” but his voice thick and strained.
“Would you like to use your safe word?”
Wufei shook his head vehemently, “No, I-I must be punished.” He craned his head over his shoulder at his friend, but could not see him because of the sleeping mask. “Please, Duo, please.”
His voice quivered and broke on the last word.
And so the punishment continued. The blows continued to increase in intensity and with each strike Wufei moaned loudly, adding his voice to that of the snap-crackling of the fire. Beads of sweat formed along his flesh causing it to glisten in the soft, uncertain light of the living room.
Taking his time and as much care as was possible, Duo regularly alternated between striking the quivering bottom draped over his knee with a flat palm, his fingers slightly apart, and spanking with a slightly cupped hand. His arm swung in its slow arc repeatedly, and the sharp sound of flesh on flesh was punctuated by Wufei’s moans and stifled cries. But no matter how heavy the blows became, his right hand always stopped just at the surface of Wufei’s tender skin. He never allowed himself to follow through with the swinging motion of his arm for it wasn’t his intentions to damage the muscles beneath the golden skin or to cause severe bruising.
Something deep within Wufei’s heart, some barrier, had been exposed and shattered as he submitted to the chastisement of Duo’s firm hand, and now tears, hot and heavy, streamed freely down his cheeks, and his body jerked each time Duo’s hand came into solid contact with his posterior. The warm pleasurable sensations swelled and mingled with the sharp stinging of his bottom and still he wept. It was as if the physical pain he was suffering unlocked his emotional restraint and allowed him to express the sorrow he had long hidden away in his heart. His failure to save Meilan’s life… the devastating loss of his colony… all of his guilt and shame, every repressed hurt and feeling he had denied expression during the course of the war, they all erupted within him, and surfaced in a scalding wash of tears
He experienced it all anew, each painful feeling in its turn. He moaned and cried out miserably, his body rippling, shuddering under their force. He no longer felt the blows from Duo’s hand, though their steady rhythm continued. After his emotions had had their way with him, he allowed himself to let them go, and in doing so, experienced a powerful spiritual release very similar in intensity to sexual orgasm. His entire body convulsed with the strength of it and when the roaring aftershocks eventually subsided, the pain, both emotional and physical, had faded away until there was nothing left, leaving him exhausted, husked out, but cleaner and lighter in spirit than he had been in a long, long time
“Mercy, Duo.” Wufei murmured weakly, uttering the agreed upon safe word for the first time. “Have mercy on my poor ass.”
Duo chuckled with barely concealed relief and instantly stilled his hand, which had been drawing back to deliver yet another smarting blow to the almost cherry red backside of his companion. His palm tingled and throbbed and he could only guess at how Wufei would be feeling at the moment. Probably damned sore.
He pulled Wufei up and into his arms so that once more he was sitting on his lap. Wufei leaned his shoulder against Duo’s chest, and nestled his head where neck and shoulder meet. He offered no resistance, which caused Duo to sigh happily. This small act itself served as a victory of sorts in his eyes because on most occasions, Wufei, who was a rather prickly fellow, would have stiffened and tried to pull away. For long moments he cradled Wufei, rocking him, all the while whispering soft words of comfort. When he noticed the silvery tear tracks along bronzed cheeks, Duo removed the sleeping mask and glared down into his friend’s shimmering eyes.
“You should have told me to stop sooner, Wufei.” Duo admonished. “I hurt you.”
Wufei shook his head slowly. “No, you didn’t. I’m fine. Everything’s fine now, Duo.”
“You sure?” Doubt still lingered.
“Yes.” Wrapping his arms around Duo’s neck, Wufei pulled his lover’s head forward until their lips meet in a soft, almost chaste kiss.
Salty tears blossomed on Duo’s lips and he pulled away, flicked out his tongue, savored their taste. His own control faltered and his arms tightened around Wufei’s slender body, pulling him closer still. He desperately wanted to devour the boy, starting with the soft lips offered so demurely up to him and working his way down. He shifted slightly, and freeing one hand, trailed it down Wufei’s muscular leg, and then up again, tracing the tips of his fingers along the smooth inner muscles until he came once again to the proof of his desire, still swollen and eager.
He leaned forward to passionately claim Wufei’s lips, but Wufei stopped him with one finger, sliding the tip across his lower lip. Purple eyes blinked in surprise.
He sees when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
“I’ve been naughty, Santa,” Wufei murmured softly, a mischievous glint in his black eyes, “but now I want you to make me nice.”
Heat surged through Duo’s body and he cleared his throat. His pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “How nice do you want to be?”
Wufei lowered his gaze; black lashes cast shadows upon his gloriously high cheekbones, which were splashed with color. When he lifted his lids again, his eyes glinted like black jewels. He offered a coy smile and reaching out, smoothed the pads of his fingers along the strong line of Duo’s jaw and down the tendon of his throat, to where his pulse fluttered helplessly, then slowly traced even lower.
“As nice as you want me to be.”
Smooth, hands pressed against Duo’s chest, then slid along the red velvet, rising up, up, until they entwined at the nape of his neck and Duo saw no need to deny himself any further. He pressed fierce kisses along Wufei’s throat, brushing lower along his collarbone, until he grazed the flesh exposed by the V of Wufei’s red silk robe. He then raised his head and laid claim to Wufei’s lips, plundering the moist recess like a conqueror.
Wufei moaned low in his throat and arched up against him. Tiny shivers racked his body, so long denied pleasure. The fever in his blood, once banked so carefully, roared to life and devoured him. Without breaking the kiss, Duo’s hands fumbled with the tie of the robe, but his desire seemed to have robbed him of his dexterity. Wufei silently offered to help, his hands falling to the tie of his robe, but Duo merely shook his head and gently pushed the helping hands away. Finally, the stubborn knot came undone and he pushed the ties roughly away. The soft cloth slid easily from Wufei’s shoulders and fell to the ground with an almost inaudible swoosh. The red silk boxers, which had previously pooled around slender ankles, soon followed.
Hands slid heavily over bronzed skin and Duo admired the smooth body he teased, fascinated by its texture, the rippling play of muscles beneath skin. Being Oriental, Wufei was naturally smooth, only the finest hairs graced his body. Even the sensitive nipples were hairless. Strong fingers traced small teasing circles around the pebbled peaks of Wufei’s nipples until at last Duo took one of the nubs between thumb and forefinger and began to pinch and tug, gently at first, but with mounting pressure. Wufei gasped through the kiss as pleasure and pain mingled in a heady mix, rose and obliterated all thought, all reason.
Duo’s hands trailed at last away from Wufei’s chest, slid down and around until he was cupping his bare bottom. He kneaded the still tender flesh, and felt more than heard Wufei first gasp then moan. The sound sent thousands of tiny shivers coursing through his body, and his already erect member ached with need.
With ease, he pulled Wufei close, shifting the slender body and legs so that he when he lifted Wufei, their hips pressed together. Duo then eased to his feet hoisting the other boy even higher. Instinctively, the raven-haired youth wrapped his arms about muscular shoulders and his long slender legs about lean hips as Duo carried him in the direction of the couch and gently set him down so that Wufei was kneeling, his upper torso resting on the cushions.
Glancing over his shoulder, Wufei’s black eyes widened as he watched open-mouthed as Duo began to remove his clothes. The first thing to go was the ridiculous red stocking cap - it was tossed carelessly aside. The black leather boots were next, and Wufei couldn’t help but smile as Duo wobbled on one leg like a crane with an ear infection to kick off first the left boot, then the right. Then with both feet firmly on the ground, Duo slowly and provocatively began to unfasten the long row of buttons along the front of the Santa suit. With deliberate care he slid each button from its hole as he swayed his hips in time to some unknown tune in his head. A few humming bars caught on the air and were carried to Wufei’s ears and he wasn’t surprised to recognize the ever popular, ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’. Duo raised his eyes towards Wufei and dropped a saucy wink that brought a flush to his face.
“Even after everything I’ve let you do tonight, you still want to tease me?” Wufei asked, incredulously.
Duo’s eyes glittered with a decisively impish light. “Yup,” He drawled in a slow and syrupy voice as he ran the tips of his fingers lightly over his bare torso, circling the nipples suggestively.
A faint metallic jingling and then Duo’s belt was undone, and the red velvet pants slipping down long legs to pool at his feet followed by a pair of black silk boxers decorated by little yellow ducklings. Wufei soaked in the sight of Duo, his straining erection jutting out before him, long, firm and glistening in the tremulous light radiating from the Christmas tree and hearth. He fell to his knees and Wufei closed his eyes and laid his head against the smooth couch cushions. His body quivered in anticipation.
Again there came the same sliding shuffle of cloth he had heard earlier and this time, free of his sleeping mask and all restricting rules of the game, Wufei decided to risk a tiny peek in order to satisfy his curiosity. Duo was reaching into a small black sack that had apparently been left at the foot of the couch. It really shouldn’t have come as any surprise to him that he had decided to use such a prop; he was, after all, playing Santa Claus.
“What sort of toys have you brought for me, Santa?” Wufei purred seductively.
“You’ll see soon enough, my dear boy.” Duo murmured, his arm still deep inside the bag. Apparently, he was having a little trouble finding what he was after. His pink tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he fumbled through the contents of the bag and then - “Ah ha! Here it is!” He jubilantly produced a small tube of lubrication. He dropped a decisively lecherous wink at Wufei, who blushed and returned his head to its former position against the cushions.
Duo leaned over Wufei and took a few moments to admire how the firelight and colored Christmas lights mingled together and skimmed over the smooth contours of his body, the way the muscles of his back rippled as he nervously shifted his body weight from first one knee to the other. Slowly, he pressed into the body beneath him, placing one hand on the nape of Wufei’s neck and the other between his reddened buttocks. The other boy winced slightly and inhaled a small hiss of breath as Duo’s hand kneaded the taut muscles but made no other protests. He then bent closer and first ran his tongue over the right butt-check and then bit down gently on it.
Wufei’s body jerked in an uncontrolled manner and a small sharp cry escaped his lips.
“Duo!” He gasped in a hoarse whisper.
Duo cooed soothing words, “It’s okay, Wufei… just relax…” and traced his hands along Wufei’s naked body, his shoulders and back, his nipples, chest and abdomen. He stroked his hips and then his inner thighs, skillfully, teasingly avoiding his arousal, then whispering his fingertips lower until he tickled the backs of his knees. Each tender, teasing caress was greeted by a low, desperate moan, and before long the sweat beaded body beneath him was atremble with unfulfilled desire.
“Please, Duo,” Wufei’s voice was slightly muffled by the cushions he was pressing his face against in an effort not to scream in frustration, but both the words and tone had no trouble reaching Duo’s ears. “Please! “
It pleased Duo immensely to have his love crying out his name in such a manner and he decided that Wufei had endured enough torture for one evening. It was time to put an end to his suffering. He took up the small tube he had set down on the ground next to his knees and squirted a large dollop of lubrication into his hand. The sweet scent of kiwi strawberry wafted through the air to mingle with the sharp scent of pine needles, and the soothing smells of cinnamon, vanilla, and hot wax. But beneath this medley of fragrances was the low, subtle musk of lust and arousal.
He generously smeared the slick contents over the fingers of his right hand then over his throbbing manhood. With one knee he nudged Wufei’s thighs wider, and rested his hand lightly along the curve of his sorely abused buttocks. Another muffled groan as he slid one finger between the globes of flesh to stroke the tender puckered flesh within. He traced his forefinger over the small pink entrance while his other hand slid around and gripped Wufei’s straining flesh and began to fondle and tease. A shudder rippled through Wufei’s body.
The muscles in Wufei’s back tensed briefly then relaxed as Duo stroked, caressed, and intimately traced the small pucker, preparing it with great care. Then, he slowly, deliberately, slid one long finger into the heated depths of his body. Mysterious inner muscles first resisted the sudden intrusion, then relaxed as Duo stroked slowly, in, out, letting Wufei become accustomed to his touch, his presence.
Wufei’s breath fractured, becoming ragged as Duo worked magic upon him, conjured up wells of magnificence from the inner workings of his own body. Passion coiled within him, building to a mind-shattering peak, tightening until fire raced through his veins, devouring him. The hand on his erection stilled just as he felt himself nearing the edge of fulfillment. It denied him his release and he cried out in frustration.
“Duo,” He panted, “Please!” It was a desperate plea.
“No, not yet,” Came the murmured reply.
Duo then slipped a second finger in with the first, and was thrusting deeper, faster. Wufei reared back against him eagerly, mewling, moaning, his mouth hanging open, his breath ragged. Suddenly a strangled cry ripped past his lips and his entire body stiffened as Duo angled his fingers and hit the sweet spot deep within. He repeatedly struck this sensitive place until Wufei was on the verge of insanity and his breath caught in his throat. An intense tingling sensation swelled throughout his body, building up towards an intensity he couldn’t imagine.
Duo moved his hips against Wufei’s bottom and heard him grunt as his arousal slid between his buttocks, to rest against his well-lubricated entrance. He then snaked his left arm up under his neck, in a sort of half-assed wrestler’s hold, and cradled Wufei’s neck in the crock of his elbow. He bent Wufei’s body backwards until his smooth back rested against his chest and abdomen. With his other hand he brushed the already erect nipples then slid ever lower along the ridges and planes of his body until he wrapped his fingers around his testicles.
He squeezed gently and Wufei groaned as if in pain.
“Does that hurt?”
“A-a little… but I… I like it.”
Duo squeezed a bit harder and Wufei whimpered and squirmed as if he were trying to escape. Duo ground his erection against his rear and this action was greeted by yet another whimper. The small sound sent thrill rolling through Duo’s body and he pressed against Wufei, grunting lightly as the tip of his penis slid past the ring of muscle and moved slowly into the heavenly warmth beyond.
Wufei thrashed again, more frantically as he felt the tip of Duo’s erection pressing into his body, hard, hot and much larger than he had realized, but he couldn’t move within the restraints of Duo’s arms. A small sound of pain escaped his tight throat as he felt his body burning, stretching in order to accommodate Duo’s size and length. And still he continued to press relentlessly in.
Wufei’s eyes clenched closed as Duo held him trapped, and slowly, slowly filled him. His body arched back, tightened, tensed, against this slow, maddening invasion. Until he was so full of him he could scarcely breathe, or think, or move. Duo’s organ throbbed high and deep inside of him, his hands stroking and soothing his body as his inner muscles surrendered, adjusted… and finally accepted. His legs, once so rigid, relaxed marginally, and parted farther to allow easier access.
Duo bent his head next to Wufei’s ears and his hot breath puffed along sensitive flesh. “Are you all right, Wufei?”
Wufei was silent for a moment as he contemplated an answer to the question. With Duo’s arms laced so tightly about his body and his throbbing erection buried intimately within him, he felt… complete, whole. Emotionally, sexually, and certainly physically, Duo filled the void that had for so long been achingly empty. Words couldn’t properly convey how he felt and so in response, he merely nodded his head. Then he heard Duo groan as he moved within him, at first just a little, rocking his hips against supple buttocks. Wufei shyly pressed back against him, very slightly, to encourage him.
Duo really didn’t need any encouragement, but he was glad that Wufei was feeling so frisky after the beating he had taken earlier. He sincerely doubted that he would’ve been anywhere near as eager if their positions had been reversed. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case and Wufei, though bottom sore, seemed more than eager as he pressed his taut buttocks against his pelvic, pleading for more. In response to his silent urgings, Duo withdrew slowly until only the head of his penis remained in the hot depths of Wufei’s body, and then pressed forward again enjoying the low moan from his partner, and the tight heat of his body as it once again accepted his manhood. Surely heaven would feel this good, if not better, and heaven was where Duo felt he had landed.
Encouraged by the continuing soft groans and pleas from his lover, Duo began to thrust deeply into Wufei with long, hard strokes, pulling out almost completely only to drive back in again. It was not fast, this joining, just hard, hot, and steady and it wasn’t long before Wufei’s cries and moans were mingling almost harmoniously with Duo’s own.
Wufei’s breath was ragged and heavy and his heart a thundering war hammer beating in his chest. A heavy heat filled him as Duo skillfully teased him towards orgasm from both the inside and out. Sensations overwhelmed him completely, ripping down his defenses and setting fire to his nerve endings. Such a blinding wash of pleasure surged through him and he forced himself to stay absolutely still, surrendering to it completely. His entire body shook and shivered as Duo drove himself into him relentlessly, repeatedly, and when his orgasm took him, he threw back his head and cried out, as tears slipped from his eyes.
Duo felt hot tears fall against his forearm and marveled. Even in ecstasy, there were tears. Wufei’s rising cry of completion, and the hot, sticky spill of his seed as it erupted over his knuckles, filled him with an enormous sense of satisfaction. Duo bent his head and began feverously licking the back of Wufei’s neck and the salty taste of his flesh was like nothing he had ever had before. Pleasure surged through him and he couldn’t control himself any longer. As his own orgasm shredded through his body, he buried his teeth into Wufei’s shoulder, perhaps harder than he had meant to, judging from the scream that followed.
Shuddering uncontrollably, he collapsed on top of Wufei’s own shaking form, and then when their panting breaths had stilled somewhat, he slowly withdrew his spent member then pulled Wufei into his arms and lowered them both onto the thick area rug. He grouped almost blindly for several moments until his searching hand came into contact with the thick, oversized velvet shirt of his Santa costume that he had carelessly discarded earlier. He pulled it over Wufei’s shaking shoulders to protect him from the invading chill that filled the room. The small fire had burned down to smoldering embers and while the Christmas lights filled the room with soft, multi-colored light, they provided no heat.
The antique grandfather clock chimed the hour and Duo was surprised at how late it was getting. Sighing tiredly, he pulled the half-asleep Wufei into his arms, his belly pressing comfortably against the curve of his back. He fanned his fingers idly through the thick wash of black silken hair that fanned out over his shoulder and allowed his mind to drift. He had been pleasantly surprised at how well Wufei had preformed his role of the naughty little boy in their little scene and he anticipated many more erotic role-playing adventures. Maybe something involving a little bondage, or some other bit of kink.
Reality was slow in returning to Wufei’s mind. He stirred and sighed, then became of the warmth that pressed against his body. He shifted his body, and winced slightly at the soreness in his nether regions. Ignoring it as best he could, he turned his body until he was facing Duo, who lay on the rug besides him, one hand propped behind his head. He fanned his fingers along the solid expanse of chest, feeling the tickle of small hairs against his palm and smiled possessively. Purple eyes fluttered open and smiled back up at him.
“You’ll be sore, Wufei.” He murmured sleepily. “Just lie still and relax for a while.”
Wufei stared down at him in silence for a few moments, his black hair falling about his face. With a shrug he lowered himself next to the heat of Duo’s body until once more he felt the taut stomach against his back. One strong arm wrapped protectively around him, and he found that he didn’t mind at all. Sighing, he settled back and gazed sleepily out of the window. Just as he was about to let sleep drag him down into warm darkness, something caught his eyes.
He sat up quickly and scrambled to his feet paying no mind to Duo’s confused mumblings as his sleep heavy mind registered that Wufei was no longer at his side. He rushed to the large windows ignoring the aches of his posterior and gazed out into the night with awed silence.
“Duo!” He called softly, waving at him excitedly, “Come over here.”
Purple eyes opened slowly, wandered lazily towards the naked figure by the window, and then flew open in surprised delight. Duo pulled himself clumsily to his feet and hurried over to Wufei’s side, his lips twisted in a large joyous smile.
“”Oh, wow, Wufei!” He exclaimed happily. “It’s finally snowing!”
“Yes, it is.” Wufei rested his head against Duo’s bare shoulder and smiled when he felt strong arms wrapping around his waste. “Looks like we’re going to have a white Christmas, after all.”
For a long time they stood watching fat snowflakes falling in steady waves towards the earth. The ground was already covered with it, and the world was rapidly becoming a dazzlingly white wonder, lacking shape and real definition. While Wufei’s mind dwelled on practical matters such as the laying down of salt-rock and scraping car windows, Duo’s thought were filled with snowmen and steaming cups of hot chocolate.
Duo pressed a simple kiss against Wufei’s cheek and smiled when the other boy looked at him with his almond shaped black eyes that burned with such fierce desire.
“Merry Christmas, Wufei.”
Wufei wrapped his arms affectionately around Duo, which surprised the braided American for a moment, but he recovered quickly and returned the gesture enthusiastically.
“Merry Christmas to you, too… Santa.”
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry.
Better not pout, I’m telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town.
THE END