Hanging By A Moment

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own anything to do with Harry Potter or with Gundam Wing. I am not getting paid for this in any way, it’s merely for entertainment purposes.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story contains slash which means male/male pairings and is a Harry Potter/Gundam Wing crossover.

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“I need my own bedroom.” Wufei’s voice was sharp as he burst into the library where Quatre was seated at a large desk, surrounded by paperwork. There was a smudge of what looked like pencil lead on his cheek and he looked tired but not unhappy to see him. That was the irritating thing about Quatre in Wufei’s opinion…the blonde boy was ALWAYS happy to see him, no matter what kind of mood he was in. It was a little creepy when it came right down to it, and it made him feel like he was an ass all the time when he snapped at Quatre and got nothing but a patient look in reply.

Quatre regarded him calmly. “Sit down, Wufei.” Though his gesture toward one of the armchairs nearby was casual and gracious, it was an order nonetheless. Though he normally chafed at orders, and felt his perverse nature fighting this one, he sat…it would do him no good whatsoever to start a fight.

“I need my own bedroom.” He said again when the silence had stretched into an uncomfortable length, when he found himself wanting to fidget beneath those probing blue eyes.

“Yes, I heard you.” Quatre’s gaze slid over Wufei, ending on his eyes. “Is it because of Harry?”

Wufei sighed tiredly. Damn him for being so intuitive, and for bringing it right into the open before he’d worked up a good excuse. Everything seemed to be about Harry. The green eyed boy was constantly in his thoughts. His memories revolved around Harry, his body betraying him when in meditation or when he was trying to teach Harry’s barkeeper buddy, Titan how to throw a decent punch. He couldn’t eat anymore, Harry was there and he found he couldn’t take his eyes off of the mouth he had claimed, even if briefly. Sleep had become an impossibility with Harry in the bed across the room from his own, Harry in his dreams tormenting him. Not even OZ had come up with a better form of torture than this. Had they known something like this actually existed, they might have won the war.

“He talks in his sleep.” He finally said, not looking Quatre in the eye. “Nightmares.”

At least this wasn’t a lie, and even the blonde couldn’t accuse him of telling one. Harry was plagued by nightmares, at least two a night, in which he woke up screaming. At times he called out names in a yearning, desperate voice that usually ended in a heart wrenching cry much like the one he had uttered in the rubble of Hogwarts. If Wufei had been able to actually sleep, this would have woken him up.

Quatre looked concerned. “Have you tried talking to him about his nightmares?”

Wufei looked at him as if he was crazy. That would require actually speaking to the green eyed boy he had been avoiding. Speaking to him in a highly personal and very intimate way. “Everyone has nightmares, Winner. Especially if you’re a soldier.”

Quatre inclined his head, accepting this point. “Yes, but have you tried TALKING to him about his nightmares?”

Wufei looked annoyed and wondered again if dealing with Winner was worth it. He should have just moved his stuff into a different room, should have camped out on the couch, should have done a lot of things. “No.”

Quatre sighed as if Wufei was acting particularly dense today. “Why?”

Wufei snorted. There were a million reasons he didn’t want to be in any sort of intimate situation with Harry again. He didn’t exactly know what he had expected, but Harry pretending as if it had never happened was NOT it. His hands clenched into fists as his stomach knotted. The wizard treated him much the same way he had always treated him, with loving exasperation sometimes extending into real irritation.

Harry never mentioned what had happened between them, and so neither had Wufei. He didn’t think he could deal with the wizard saying something stupid but entirely earnest, effectively shattering his heart into a million pieces. It wasn’t a mistake. Wasn’t a mistake. The mantra had kept him sane, had allowed him to pull back since that was obviously what Harry seemed to want from him. Gods, the boy didn’t even BLUSH as often as he did before the kiss. It wasn’t a mistake.

Quatre was watching him with knowing blue eyes, and he wanted to hit the blonde, but knew better. Winner could not only take care of himself in a physical fight…though you wouldn’t think it by his generally calm personality…and then he’d have to face Trowa as well. It wasn’t worth the hassle and would only get back to the others, and he’d have Duo jumping around like a hyperactive squirrel on speed demanding to know what was wrong with him, Heero watching him like a hawk to make sure he didn’t actually HIT Duo, and Harry hauling him outside to lecture him. The thought gave him a headache that promised to spiral up into a migraine if he didn’t get some sanity back into his life soon.

“Ah.” Though he hadn’t answered, Quatre seemed satisfied with what had transpired between them. “All right, we’ll move your things to the room across from the one you’re currently using. That should suffice?”

Wufei knew he shouldn’t be grateful, knew he should be pissed that the blonde pilot had so effectively read his mind, and yet could feel nothing but relief. “Yes, thank you.”

Quatre nodded. “No problem.” He glanced at his paperwork. “Was there anything else you needed?”

It was a dismissal, no matter how graciously phrased, yet Wufei was happy for the chance to get away from those understanding blue eyes that seemed to pierce his heart and soul. He didn’t bother replying, walking out as calmly as he could, though what he wanted to do was bolt. “Oh and by the way, Wufei?”

He turned to see Quatre looking at him seriously. “What?”

Quatre’s voice was soft. “Did you realize Harry had a way home? Back to his time I mean?”

Wufei froze, and his heart constricted painfully. For a moment he couldn’t see anything before him, lost in the misery that Quatre’s words had inspired. Harry would be leaving. “Ah.”

Quatre eyed him, and seemed relieved at what he saw as he sat back in his seat. “I did say he HAD a way back home. He gave it up, Wufei.” The knot in his heart loosened and a knot formed in his stomach.

“No.” He whispered.

Quatre nodded. “Buried it in the sand and walked away.” He picked up a piece of paper and looked over it at him. “He stayed for a lot of reasons, Wufei…but the biggest one was you.” Wufei turned and bolted away from the library, though he could feel Quatre’s eyes on him until he turned a corner.

The house was deserted. This didn’t surprise him, its occupants had spent the last two weeks outside from dawn until well into the evening setting up the shanty town outside and helping Harry with the wards. Surveillance cameras went up, to be monitored by Heero’s laptop.

Gone were the casual dinners, the conversations always revolving around battle plans and tactics. Normally this would have pleased Wufei to no end…battles he understood, battles he had been dealing with his whole life…and yet he couldn’t keep his mind focused long enough to come up with something articulate to say, and so usually ended up zoning out and being yelled at when someone had directed a comment or observation his way. He knew he was irritating his fellow pilots and didn’t particularly care. Their casual intimacies irritated HIM, and so in a way he got a perverse pleasure out of acting like a headcase.

Sighing softly, Wufei took the stairs two at a time in order to clean out his things before Harry came back into the house. A prickling feeling slid up his spine, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood out. The gaze on his back was hot, intense and weighed a freaking ton. He turned slowly but saw nothing. Frowning, he glanced to the right and through the open door of the room he and Harry had been sharing. The silvery cloak sat on a chair, discarded casually. He looked back down the stairs, searching. The entrance hall was deserted. Nobody was watching him.

Gods he was getting paranoid on top of his Harry induced psychosis. Turning deliberately, he walked into their bedroom and began to gather his bags.

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There was an ache in Harry’s back that no amount of stretching could get at. It began near the bottom and had worked its way up into his shoulders, and now he could feel the aching pain sliding down his arms. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and stared moodily at the charm diagrams lying out before him. “This can’t be this freaking difficult. Hermione once made US unplottable. Moving, living people. If she can do that, you can do a stupid house, now FOCUS, Harry.” He chastised himself.

Dimly he could hear Duo lecturing Titan on the use of a gun. The endless patience and amusement in Duo’s voice made Harry smile to hear it, and he paused to listen and to allow the humor to relax him a little. The barkeeper had settled into life in the oasis with more grace than Harry had expected. He had thought that there would be endless hours of lecturing, trying to make the wizard understand that the muggle way, while slightly more difficult was no less effective.

This had not been the case with Titan, and Harry was beginning to understand why as he saw the thin slime that manifested itself on his face each day, the fevers that consumed him at night. Magic no longer worked in his world, and therefore must be shucked out. He took the loss gracefully and with more humor than Harry imagined possible. He stretched his arms over his head, looking back down at the charm layout. With a soft sigh, he folded the papers. There was no point in working on this when he couldn’t focus properly, he would end up doing more damage that would need to be fixed the next day.

Trowa fell into step beside him as he made his way past the tents, all but one unoccupied. At least THAT charm he had gotten correctly a few days prior, astonishing and delighting Duo who had insisted that he and Heero had to share a tent just to see what it was like. Each tent sported two bedrooms large enough to put two sets of bunkbeds in, as well as a bathroom and small kitchen. A few transfigured stones and there were furnishings, humble, yet effective.

He glanced at the pilot out of the corner of his eye. “Not that I don’t like your company, but is everything all right?” Truth be told he enjoyed Trowa’s company almost as much as Duo’s. The pilot radiated calm, was comfortable in silence, yet didn’t make it a cold silence like the one he had been getting from Wufei recently. There were certain emotions reflected in Trowa’s moss green eyes that let you know whether the lack of expression on his face was due to good humor and peace, or due to the fact that he wanted to kill you and didn’t want you to know prior.

Trowa didn’t respond for a full minute as they made their way toward the mansion. “You don’t sleep.”

Harry paused, surprised by this question. “What makes you think that?” Trowa shot him a look out of the corner of his eye, and Harry smiled slightly. He knew there were dark smudges beneath his own, a gauntness in his cheeks. “All right, all right.” He relinquished with a laugh. “You’re right. Nightmares mostly.”

He could feel Trowa’s gaze on him. “That’s all?”

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, and started toward the house again. No, that wasn’t all. The nightmares didn’t help much, but they were hardly the only reasons he wasn’t sleeping anymore. Wufei had put up the ice wall and Harry wasn’t sure how to breach it, or even if the Chinese pilot WANTED it to be breached.

He sighed softly, looking at the wall that surrounded the oasis. “Wufei confuses me.” Trowa didn’t reply, simply waited for him to finish, patiently matching his wandering pace along the many pathways. “We…kissed that first night when we went to Hogwarts.” He glanced quickly to the right, but there was no surprise in Trowa’s gaze. Both heartened and a little irritated that everyone seemed to already know his personal business, Harry continued.

“Now he avoids me. He doesn’t want to be alone with me, won’t let me touch him, is so damn impersonal now. Like it was a mistake.” Harry sighed as he spoke the last words. He could vividly remember him begging Wufei not to say that it had been a mistake…but what if it had? What if the pilot didn’t have to SAY it was a mistake, content with showing Harry that he wanted nothing to do with him.

The thought made his heart sink, and was the real reason he hadn’t been sleeping well. It was difficult to think of anything else, and difficult to dream when he went to sleep already depressed. Naturally this made him think of Ron, Hermione, Sirius and all of the people lost to him.

They made their way over to Titan and Duo, both looking relatively cheerful in the last rays of the sun. “Harry!” Duo bounded over, his eyes sparkling with a light that made Harry feel distinctly uneasy. He recognized that light instantly, as one Fred and George had worn proudly. Duo had an idea, and Harry was going to play a part in it whether he liked it or not.

Harry sidestepped Duo, glancing at Titan. “How’s Jack feeling?”

Jack, the drunken man Harry had met first, had been too sick to move until very recently. Titan thought it might be the effects of the disease, but somehow Harry didn’t think so. It was difficult to get rid of the bad habits that make you gloriously forget the past and present, if only for a while. Jack had taken the loss of his magic hard, and it reflected in the man’s clear colorless eyes.

Titan sighed. “Better, Harry. He’s getting better. Stops asking me for a drink every few minutes.”

Harry smiled at that. “Good. That’s a start. Do you think he knows anything about making something unplottable?”

Titan stopped walking and eyed Harry for a moment before a grin broke out over his face. “You know, I’ll have to ask him. The exercise will do him good.”

Harry relaxed at the cheerful words, knowing that both of them were hoping that the problem would bring Jack out of his shell, getting him involved in the war that loomed over them. “Good, tell him I’ll see him tomorrow bright and early about 8:00ish with my notes.”

Titan eyed him for a moment, then tipped his hat. “Will do, Harry. Have a good night now.”

Harry watched him amble off toward the tent he shared with Jack and then looked up into the warm windows of the house. Harry had remained stubborn that nobody should enter the house itself except the pilots and himself, and even his pity for Titan and general good feelings toward the wizard couldn’t change that. He wasn’t sure why exactly, only knew that they needed a safe haven, somewhere that nobody but them could touch. He had spent countless hours setting up shield spells, the strongest he could come up with. Save for a bomb, Harry doubted that anything, man or wizard could get in without his permission.

Duo clasped his hands behind his back. “Any luck on the map thing?”

Harry glanced over warily. The braided pilot still had a mischievous look in his eyes that did not bode well for the dinner ahead, the dinner when he would be discussing the glamour charms to change appearance with Heero and Wufei would be determinedly ignoring him. “No, not yet. Every time I think I nailed it, we appear on the map again. Maybe I’m missing a variable, I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong.”

Duo nodded. “Titan’s getting better. He can hit the target now and his arms don’t go numb from the recoil.”

Harry laughed at that. “Good, that’s a start at least.” They walked in companionable silence for the rest of the quick journey to the house, though Harry could feel Duo’s gaze on him with every step.

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Wufei wasn’t at dinner. In a large way Harry was relieved, it meant that he wouldn’t have that gaze on him when he wasn’t looking, wouldn’t have to see Wufei deliberately ignoring him and everyone else in the process. It also meant that he couldn’t look for the sign. Harry didn’t know what he was searching for in the lines of Chang Wufei’s face, only knew that he would recognize it when he saw it…he hoped anyway. The lack of Wufei’s presence depressed him in spite of himself, and he knew the others could tell by the way they watched him. Even Heero was looking at him with mild irritation and concern when Harry found himself spacing out and not listening to a word anyone said. “Sorry.” He apologized for what had to have been the thousandth time in the last hour. “I’m just tired. I think I’m going to head to bed early and see if I can’t get a little more rest than usual.” He forced a smile, glancing around the table before he slid out of his chair and walked up the stairs and to his room.

It was devoid of Wufei’s presence. The bed had been stripped, the few personal items Wufei had, such as his glasses and the reading book he was working on were gone. Harry felt his heart constrict painfully as he stared blankly at the impersonal half of the room. It looked as if the occupant had died, and some hospital staff had just changed the linens, waiting for the next dying patient to fill the bed.

Harry turned from the room, knowing already that sleep would not come to him tonight. He walked toward the library where he knew it would be quiet…and where he was hoping the Chinese pilot had barricaded himself, when he was shoved violently to the right. He got a glimpse of blonde hair and flashing violet eyes before he landed hard against a wall and a door was closed behind him.

Disoriented in the dark space, Harry turned back toward the door only to hear the audible click of a lock. He froze when he touched something warm, something living and fumbled around for his wand. With a sinking feeling, he realized that he had left it sitting on his bed in the shock of seeing Wufei’s side of the room devoid of his presence. “Who’s there?”

The voice that greeted him was sardonic. “Don’t tell me you don’t have your wand.”

“Wufei.” Harry breathed, recognizing it instantly. He reached blindly out and touched the walls of the closet he had been shoved into. “They locked us in.” he said wonderingly.

Wufei snorted. “You’re lucky. At least you got to eat dinner.”

Harry reached out and felt the top of Wufei’s head, felt his legs sprawling out beneath his own and knew that the pilot was sitting. “Why?”

Wufei didn’t answer for a long time and Harry pressed his back against the opposite wall, staring at the tiny crack of light beneath the door. “Because they think they know everything.”

Harry blinked at the cryptic reply. “What do they think they know?” He sighed as his eyes adjusted and he made out Wufei’s form opposite his own. He hugged his knees to his chest, careful to let as little of his body touch Wufei’s.

Dimly he saw the pilot shake his head. “Nothing important.” He muttered darkly.

Harry sighed. “So when do you think they’ll let us out?”

He heard Wufei groan softly. “When they think I’ve ravished you into submission.”

Harry choked. “Submission?!” He demanded. “What the hell makes you think I’d submit to you?!”

Wufei might have been taken aback by his words, then again, he might have been simply trying to resist the urge to kill him. Either way Harry was grimly pleased that he’d gotten SOME kind of response out of the pilot. “I believe.” He finally said, his voice carefully neutral. “That they think that in our relationship I would be the dominant person.”

Harry snorted. “What relationship exactly are they deluding themselves with, Fei?” He asked tiredly. “Because the way I see it there is absolutely nothing between us.”

He heard the sharp gasp at his words and went ruthlessly on ahead. “Seeing as how you can’t even LOOK at me let alone touch me, or god forbid you speak to me without being an ass about it. Seeing as how you can’t even sleep in the same room as me even if we are in different beds, I believe we’re going to be in this closet for a long, long time.”

Folding his arms over his chest, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the body of the boy next to him, the boy, he was sure, who was already trying to meditate, to forget that Harry even existed.

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Wufei was stunned into silence by Harry’s sharp words. Was that really how the green eyed wizard saw him? His heart racing he spoke again. “So it was a mistake.”

Harry let out a tired sigh. “What you want to discuss it now? That’s big of you, mate.”

Wufei frowned, trying to read into what was going on. “It wasn’t a mistake?”

Harry snorted. “Yes, I normally make out with random people. What kind of person do you think I am?”

A wonderful person. A noble, self sacrificing person who hid his emotions when someone needed him for something else. Someone who would give up his life for someone he had never even really known. He couldn’t say that aloud, he would sound like an idiot. More of an idiot than he already was. “Damn you, Harry.” He whispered. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Harry’s hand shot out and the next thing Wufei knew he had been punched (albeit not well) in the arm. “What I’M doing to YOU?!” Harry sounded angry. “Who kissed who, Wufei? Who’s deluding who here?”

Wufei felt himself flush and then went on the defensive. “It’s not as if you’ve been any better, Harry. All you do is focus on that damn project of yours. YOU never look at ME either, it’s all battle strategies and charms.” Wufei stopped, realizing he sounded like a whiny lover.

“Yes.” Harry replied sarcastically, and he could tell Harry knew it too. “I know it’s a bad thing when I focus on how to keep us all alive.”

Wufei paused, not sure how to bring the subject up when Harry was in such a bad mood. Not that he could blame the wizard boy as he stretched his legs out and Wufei felt them hit the wall next to him. It was a nasty surprise being shoved into a closet. “Why did you give up your only way home?” He finally asked.

Harry exploded. “He TOLD you that?!” Wufei listened to Harry curse under his breath, promising the blonde pilot death and dismemberment. After a few minutes of this rant, he finally went silent. “I’m staying for a lot of reasons. I don’t think this war could be altered by my presence back there. It might have come sooner, or might have been postponed for a few years, but it WOULD come. Fate can’t be altered that way.”

Wufei scowled at where he thought Harry was located. “So that’s the only reason you stayed.”

Harry snorted. “No. I stayed because I thought…” he trailed off then spoke again, anger in his voice. “I thought you needed me here. To save your ass from broken bones and bullets in the brain. Apparently I was wrong since you’re the kind of person to kiss and avoid.”

“Better than pretending it never happened.” He muttered, looking down at his hands, though he could barely make them out.

Harry’s reply was surprised. “I never pretended it didn’t happen.” He protested. “I just…” He paused. “…you never seemed to want to discuss it or let me anywhere near you, so it was easier just forgetting it.”

Wufei snorted bitterly. “Lucky you. You forget so easily things that don’t matter.”

Harry’s voice was angry, and Wufei could almost see the scowl on the wizard’s face. “Would you stop putting words in my mouth? I never said it didn’t matter or that I succeeded in forgetting!” He snapped. “How could I forget when I can still feel your arms around me? How can I forget when I can still feel your kiss, still feel you sleeping next to me?! How-“

Wufei cut him off as he darted forward and pinned the wizard to the wall. He didn’t care that in doing so, he had slammed his knees into the floor hard enough to leave bruises if he hadn’t actually sprained them, didn’t care that this was a damn closet and uncomfortable for both of them, didn’t give a damn that Harry was now struggling in his grasp as he leaned over the wizard. “It wasn’t a mistake.” He whispered in Harry’s ear and the boy stopped struggling, straightening his legs beneath Wufei’s.

Wufei leaned down, and hoping he was aiming correctly in the near darkness, kissed Harry. He managed to get only the corner of Harry’s mouth, but the wizard didn’t seem to mind, responding instantly and turning his head ever so slightly to allow the kiss to be placed correctly. Wufei’s hands tightened on Harry’s wrists hard enough that there would probably be bruises, but he didn’t care and the wizard didn’t seem to mind.

Wufei slid his tongue over the boy’s lips begging entrance which Harry granted instantly. He held the wizard’s hands high above his head, pinning him to the wall as he claimed the mouth he had been dreaming about. The need to breathe forced them apart, and he sucked in gasps of air between kisses on the green eyed boy’s throat. He was instantly gratified to hear Harry’s soft whimpers at his ministrations. “You are MINE, Harry Potter.” He whispered in the wizard’s ear, then traced the soft skin there with his tongue.

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Quatre settled into the circle of Trowa’s arms as he slid back into bed. “When do you think they’ll notice the door is unlocked?” Trowa asked quietly.

They listened in silence then heard the closet door two away from their bedroom fly open with a bang followed shortly by two voices cursing violently. There was a scramble and then the bedroom door next to their own, the bedroom Quatre had moved Wufei to flew open and slammed shut. Quatre rested his head on Trowa’s broad chest and sighed contentedly. “I thought it would be at least another half hour before they figured it out. Now I do Duo’s chores for a week.”

Trowa chuckled under his breath, sending waves of shivers through Quatre’s body at the soft sound. Tilting his head he kissed his lover softly and closed his eyes.

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Harry gasped for breath as he bucked beneath Wufei, effectively taking the pilot by surprise and pushing him back at the door. They collapsed outside, falling onto the carpet in the hallway. Harry swore as he struggled to untangle himself from Wufei’s grasp, and Wufei swore as he took steps to ensure that the wizard had no chance of succeeding. He pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him deeply. For a moment the wizard fought in his grasp, then went limp as Wufei’s tongue caressed his.

Wufei smiled in satisfaction as he broke the kiss and saw Harry’s lips still parted, his eyes a smoky green, half lidded. Gods, did Harry have any idea how sexy he looked at that very moment? He pulled the wizard toward his bedroom, kicking the door closed as he lowered Harry onto the bed. He stared into the boy’s green eyes for a long moment, not sure what he was looking for. His heart hammered as he saw the many emotions reflected there, and he leaned in for another, gentler kiss. Almost absently he found his hands moving to capture Harry’s wrists again, pinning the wizard to the bed.

Harry didn’t seem to mind Wufei’s moves, and returned the kiss. Their tongues danced together for a moment before Wufei broke the kiss and ran his tongue down the wizard’s throat. He was immensely gratified to hear Harry’s sharp gasp and feel the shudder that wracked the boy’s body, sucking on the hollow where his throat met his shoulder. Harry whimpered softly as Wufei’s teeth gently closed around his skin and held him in place while his tongue slid over his throat in a way that should be illegal.

Wufei made sure to taste every inch of skin along the wizard’s throat and shoulders. He couldn’t get enough of the creamy bronzed silk beneath him, taking his time and delighting in the soft gasps, the way Harry strained against his hold yet still tilted his head to allow Wufei better access. In one fluid motion, Wufei released Harry’s wrists and caught the bottom of the wizard’s shirt, pushing it up, but leaving it tangled around the boy’s hands.

If you had asked him, Wufei would have been disgusted by the mention of kinky games, of tying someone up. At best his reaction would have been to ignore you, at worst, you might find yourself lying unconscious on the floor. Still, as he gazed at the half naked body of the wizard beneath him, Wufei tightened the tangle around his wrists. It was not as much a quest for dominance, but an unspoken terror that Harry would push him away, would leave. If the soft gasps with each brush of his tongue on Harry’s skin were any indication, Wufei knew Harry was enjoying this…he just wanted to be sure he took Harry to a place that, once he released his wizard, it wouldn’t even occur to him to push Wufei away.

Wufei took a moment to admire Harry lying beneath him, took a moment to meet the green eyes smoky with desire. Sliding his hands into Harry’s hair, he captured the wizard’s mouth in a kiss, instantly caressing the top of Harry’s mouth with his tongue. He could feel Harry’s hips beneath him, bucking unconsciously with each thrust of his tongue into the wizard’s mouth. A soft groan of disappointment filled the room as Wufei broke the kiss, and he laughed, kissing Harry’s forehead, meeting the green gaze that demanded he return to what he was doing.

Still chuckling, Wufei bent over the wizard and licked his earlobe, sending a wave of shudders through Harry’s body that began at his throat and ended at his toes. “I’ll make up for it.” He promised in a quiet whisper, delighting in the soft whimper his words inspired. Wufei trailed soft kisses down Harry’s throat, across his chest. He smiled at the sharp gasp that accompanied his taking a pink nipple into his mouth. Harry’s back arched beneath him, and Wufei’s hands slid down the boy’s ribs to keep him steady as he gently nibbled and caressed the soft peak in his mouth. Harry’s hips bucked beneath him, and Wufei could feel the wizard’s erection pressing against his chest. The feeling was almost enough to make him pause his ministrations. Almost. With a low chuckle that sent another shiver through Harry, he moved his attention to the wizard’s other nipple, taking intense pleasure out of the soft groan that escaped the wizard’s lips.

Trailing kisses down the wizard’s stomach, he took a moment to tip his tongue suggestively into the boy’s belly button, delighting in the sharp gasp each caress of his tongue inspired in the green eyed boy. He took his time undressing Harry, each stroke of his hands on bare flesh a sensation that did as much to Harry as it did to him. He was driving them both crazy with desire, but took his time, unwrapping his prize as if Harry was a Christmas gift, was fragile, priceless.

By the time he had freed Harry’s erection to the warm evening air, Harry was whimpering, back arching, yet hadn’t made a single move to unbind his wrists. There was an impatient look in the green eyes, an innocence that made Wufei’s heart skip a beat. “You’re beautiful like this, Harry.” He said quietly, watching the flush stain Harry’s face, making his eyes brighter. He reached out and brushed the back of his hand over Harry’s face before he bent and slid his tongue over Harry’s length.

Harry moaned deep in his throat and gasped as Wufei’s tongue slid along each ridge, curling around his width before sliding back up toward the top where he slid his lips over the head. Harry’s back arched, and his head flung back as Wufei lowered his head inch by excruciating inch, making his wizard whimper with each move he made. By the time he had taken Harry’s full length into his mouth, the teen was one long groan, shuddering beneath Wufei.

Harry’s fingers twined in Wufei’s hair, and he writhed beneath Wufei as he alternately sought Wufei’s touch on him, and retreated from it. His movements nearly made Wufei lose it right there, and he sucked Harry in deeply, taking delight in the cries that accompanied this movement, in the shuddering as Harry reached his climax.

Wufei remained where he was, tongue lightly playing with Harry’s length until he had wrung every spasm out of Harry’s body before pulling back. He smiled as he saw the look of astonishment on Harry’s face before leaning in to kiss his lover again. “You look so surprised.” He teased.

Harry gasped sharply as Wufei sensually slipped out of his pants and they rested against each other’s bare skin. “I didn’t know…” Harry whimpered as Wufei’s hands found his nipples again, as he felt Wufei’s hardness brushing against his.

Wufei laughed again. “I promised I would make it up to you.” He said softly, rolling onto his back and pulling Harry down over him. For a moment there was protest until his hand again found Harry’s length and began to stroke it, and Harry’s head fell against his shoulder.

Wufei took his time, realizing that Harry was entirely inexperienced. He didn’t want to frighten the boy off, but damned if he wasn’t responsive. Harry fit perfectly against Wufei, and all it took was for a gentle touch to send Harry reeling from the sensations. Wufei was nearly drunk in the delight of it. He felt Harry tense as he began to tease the wizard’s opening with one finger. “Relax, Harry.” He whispered. “I won’t hurt you.”

One finger became two, coated with what was still in his mouth, and two became three. He gently curled his fingers in Harry, hearing the sharp moan as he hit a sweet spot and making him smile. “Harry, I won’t hurt you.” He promised again as he positioned himself over his lover. He hesitated, waiting for the reply, for the consent.

For a long moment there was only silence as Harry tried to get his head, and he teased Harry lightly with each caress over him. Harry whimpered. “Fei.” He whispered. Wufei smiled as he waited for him to continue. Harry’s voice was shaking. “Fei, PLEASE!”

Wufei thrust himself forward, moving slowly, allowing Harry to get accustomed to his length before continuing. He drew Harry tightly against him as he slid in to the hilt, not moving though it took every ounce of will he had to do so, trailing kisses over Harry’s throat. “Harry.” He whispered, hearing his own voice shake as he struggled to keep his head together. The wizard was so tight, felt so good, and yet…”Harry, am I hurting you?”

Harry’s breath was raspy as each slight movement sent a wave of sensation over him. “A little.” He replied quietly. “But not much.”

Wufei paused as he considered this. “You’re so tight, Harry…are you…”

Harry didn’t let him finish. “Yes.” He whispered. “You, Fei. Only you.”

The knowledge crashed into Wufei like a wave breaking over the beach and his kisses on Harry’s throat became more insistent. “Harry.” He whispered, realizing what Harry had given him. He pushed himself against Harry slightly, making the wizard groan softly. “Fei, Fei please!”

Wufei doubted the wizard even knew what he was asking for, but he smiled as he heard the whimpered pleading. Pulling out, he thrust back in, moving slowly, making Harry’s back arch above him. They built up a slow rhythm, Wufei taking his time, working Harry up. Harry’s head fell back as he rode Wufei, who delighted in each low moan. “Fei!” Harry cried out, and Wufei nearly lost it at that word, his hand sliding up to stroke Harry with each thrust.

Harry arched against him as he cried out, and Wufei felt the wizard’s climax shudder through him. Instantly he was lost as well and he cried out Harry’s name, pulling the wizard in close as he reached his own release. He held Harry for a long time, waiting until both of them had stopped shaking before retreating, trailing kisses over Harry’s body. The wizard boy’s eyes were half lidded, and Wufei laughed as he pulled Harry tightly against him.

When he was sure Harry was asleep, he leaned over and kissed his lover softly. “I love you, Harry Potter.” He whispered, and saw Harry smile in his sleep.