The Chinese pilot groaned, feeling his body slowly submitting, his tense muscles relaxing ever so slightly into the warm embrace. It seemed there would be no violence, only pleasure.

Trieze pressed and nuzzled slowly lower, his lips trailing kisses down Wufie’s chest and stomach.

Trieze’s hand slipped below the silky sheet that covered anything of importance of Wufie’s body, his warm fingers dancing and tracing patterns over the soft tan skin.

The honey haired man shifted his position on Wufie’s legs, moving further down so he was now sitting on Wufie’s lower leg, leading his face dangerously close to the slim blue silk over Wufie’s groin.

The black haired boy shivered with a mixture of excitement and pleasure as Trieze’s fingers moved closer to the skin between his legs. Semi aroused.

Trieze rubbed the tips of his fingers across the soft flesh, gently savouring the way the Asian boy beneath him moaned. The honey haired man’s own manhood straining against the restricting fabric.

The Oz commander slowly and deliberately drew the soft silk back, the push fabric sliding out of his hand and gracefully slipping to the floor with a soft tingling feel in its wake, that of silk passing over flesh.

Wufie, ever the modest one made an involuntary movement to cover up his revealed body, his legs twitching at the sudden rush of cool air and his hands straining to rip through the silk and cover himself.

Trieze gazed lovingly at the prize that befell his eyes. "You’re beautiful, dragon." The honey haired man whispered in a tone of reserved awe.

Despite his modesty a slow, yet heated flush crept up Wufie’s cheeks, making his whole face burn.

Trieze observed this and chuckled, his eyes taking on, once again, that more predatory look a wolf gives a cornered rabbit. His pink tongue darting out to taste the soft exposed flesh next to his mouth.

Wufie groaned and closed his eyes, involuntarily shifting his body as gooseflesh rose on his arms, a pinprick of pleasure knotting itself inside his stomach.

Trieze didn’t give time for any more reactions, or soft pulsating waves of pleasure, in a motion almost to fast for the eyes to see the honey haired man had engulfed his victim to the full extent, causing the black haired boy to cry out, hips trying to jump up into the electrical feelings running all along his body.

Trieze free hand held the Chinese boy down while his other hand sought out Wufie’s hardened nipples, pinching the already sensitive skin to an almost unbearable peak.

Wufie could only groan and roll his head around as jolts of hot electrically charged pleasure went washing over his every nerve and synapse all spiralling down to the deliciously wonderful mouth covering his now burning erection. The Chinese boy didn’t know weather to scold his body for its response, or just go with it. His tanned hands ripping at the cloth of the pillow that supported him, frantic for something to tie him down to earth and release.

Trieze rolled the now hard but tender flesh around in his mouth, savouring every last drop of precum and that delicious taste that was Wufie, this exotic spice that was threatening to drown out the entire world around him. The honey haired man greedily moved his mouth around, taking up as much flesh as he could, the black haired boy’s moans and groaning urging him on even more.

Wufie’s hips strained against the hand that held him still, the Chinese pilot almost in a frenzy, didn’t the other man understand!?! He couldn’t even bare the rapid jolting bursts of pleasure coursing through him.

Through his hazy pleasure sedated and seduced mind Wufie managed to get out a single word from his lips, before slipping back into an oblivion of need and zapping electric energy, all directing his brain to the realms in the cloud.

"Injustice!"

Trieze hummed over the hard twitching flesh in his mouth, a wicked smirk playing across his otherwise occupied lips.

That was all it took to send the raven-haired boy over the edge, with a final yell the Chinese pilot came deep inside Trieze’s throat. And every muscle in his body relaxed a fine sheen of perspiration covering the raven-haired boy’s body.

Trieze finished swallowing and licking his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the tip of Wufie’s manhood before sliding up to take the black haired boy’s mouth again.

Wufie didn’t bother resisting the kiss, allowing the older man to explore his mouth freely, while he tried to regain control of his own body.

Trieze trailed his hands all over the Asian boy, memorising every curve, every crevice.

Finally he pulled back and slid off the bed, pulling at the clasp that held his own pants up and letting the pair slowly sink to the floor. Leaving him completely and gloriously naked. Without waiting much longer he slid back on, nestling himself between Wufie’s legs comfortably, and trailing hot kisses down Wufie’s collar bone.

"How is it, dragon, that you taste so luscious?" He hummed into the soft skin, licking and nipping gently.

Wufie glared, trying his best not to crack a smile at the soft tickling sensations. "Stop this!" The Chinese boy demanded somewhat half-heartedly.

Trieze purred and rocked his hard cock against the similar becoming erection between the Chinese pilot’s legs. Causing the black haired boy the gasp. "Tell me you’re body doesn’t want me little dragon? Tell me how many things you’ve touched like this before dragon? Then, when I know you’re not lying I’ll stop." The taller man crooned rocking against the boy more rhythmic now.

"Unhh…" Wufie managed to gasp, almost wondering, in the distant part of his mind that was calm and in control, and analysing exactly what was happening, if the Oz commander were rocking his hips and brushing preciously against him to distract him from answering the question. It was almost unfathomable.

Wufie’s head fell back, his body melting into a little puddle of Wufie goo. He was so lost in the soft rolling pleasure that he didn’t notice how the Oz commander was positioning his body, when he did notice he almost had a heart attack.

"You can’t be-"

"Ohh, but I am."

"But- but…"

"Hmm? A problem?"

"There’s no way you’ll… inside me…"

"What makes you say that?"

"Er… Ahh… Mhmm… hhn…" The protest died on Wufie’s lip as Trieze slipped an oil slicked finger inside his entrance. Where the Oz commander had gotten the oil was anyone’s guess. Wufie groaned, the finger wasn’t even painful, just right.

The black haired boy groaned throatily pulling at the silk the bound him to the headboard, his wrists red with rubbing.

Trieze pushed his finger in further, searching. His free hand caressing Wufie’s inner thigh. The Oz commander was stricken with need. The sounds coming from the black haired boy’s mouth were not helping the matter either.

Wufie cried out as Trieze found what he was looking for inside the black haired boy’s body. A flash of hot pulsating pleasure running over him. Once found the Oz Commander continued to press into Wufie’s pleasure spot causing the smaller boy to writhe in pleasure, moaning his name in an almost begging tone. Trieze closed his eyes and added a second finger to the mix, driving the two oil slicked digits in further and creating a scissor like motion.

The black haired boy bit his lip sharply to keep from crying out his body writhing under the older man’s ministrations. Trieze couldn’t take this much longer. He pushed in another two digits, hard. Wufie yelled in pain, the two extra fingers almost too much for him to bare, his body jumping with a bolt of pain at the sudden intrusion. The fingers brushed against his prostate and relieved some of the painful tension.

Just as the black haired boy was starting to enjoy the sensations the fingers removed themselves from his entrance. Wufie’s dark eyes opened, looking around for the answer to his unspoken question.

"God…!" Trieze’s erection pushed into his tight opening. No amount of preparation could prepare him for the flashes of white pain that jumped through the Chinese boy’s body at the large, hard intruding cock that pushed into him. He bit his lip from crying out.

Trieze closed his eyes, pausing the regain his breath from the amazing sensation of the feel of Wufie around his partly sheathed hard erection. Gods, this was too good.

The two sat, paused and breathing heavily. Tears stained Wufie’s cheeks from the pain his body was yelling at him sweat covered and panting and they hadn’t even begun anything beyond third base yet!

Trieze took a deep breath to steady him and pushed into the warm tight heat that surrounded his flesh. Wufie groaned, a small whimper escaping his lips. With a final and brutal push Trieze buried himself to his hilt, brushing hard against Wufie’s prostate. The painful whimpers turned to soft moans of pleasure as the Oz commander drew out then slammed back in sharply.

Wufie’s hands dragged at the pillow under his hands, his nails digging for something to hold onto as the honey haired man hit his sweet spot repeatedly making him pant in soft pleasure as sensations of wonderment washed over him, grabbing hold of his body and shoving him deep inside the feeling and waves.

He cried out again as Trieze picked up the pace, becoming more heavily, and harder, their skin rubbing and creating sensational friction.

Trieze’s breathing became erratic as he pumped into the tight warmth that surrounded his flesh in a delicious floating skin tingling sensuality of nerve endings.

Their bodies met in a hard, fast and heating rhythm, hips thrusting and groan echoing from both mouths, pleasure overclouding every sense. Wufie’s hands were rubbing raw as his body was jerked into a rhythm too old and too built into the human brain to be called dancing.

Trieze found out Wufie’s own erection and started rubbing in soft circles along the length. Wufie gasped his body not ready for this new onslaught and he arched his back. That was all it took to send the Oz commander over the edge and into oblivion.

He collapsed on top of the black haired youth, his seed filling the boy up, as his hand continued to stroke his victim. Wufie groaned, yelling out as the Oz commander circled his length with a finger then pressed in, rubbing harder. That alone was enough to send the Chinese pilot leaping over the edge himself. He came, covering both their chests.

The two bodies mixed together in a tangle of limbs, neither moving, chest rising and falling in panting. Finally their breathing evened out, Wufie’s eyes fluttering, as his breaths became soft and long between.

Trieze finally pulled his organ outside of Wufie’s body and reached up, one hand undoing the silk rope, then kissing the two raw wrists. Wufie was already asleep.

"I hope you understand my dragon, one must always fulfil the Want of the Heart."

~ The End!

Author’s Second notes: FINISHED! It took me two weeks! But I did it… finally! And you all should know, or have heard about my next fiction… *grins* the infamous Spin drier… If you don’t know this reference, and you aren’t jumping around… find out if I were you!!! Mwuhahahahahahahahaha…. In other news, please review! Thank you all so much, I bid thee Ado! ^^