Wufei could be as loud as he damn well pleased. If anyone had any complaints they could come to him. Besides, he was pretty certain they wouldn't be the only ones making noise that night. Not if anyone else was caught in that rain. This world seemed to want people to do this! And who was he to deny what the world wanted? Sure, Fate could go and fuck herself, but if Wufei wanted him to fuck him then Duo wasn't going to say no.

His thrusts were powerful things, hard and deep, angled to brush Wufei's prostate as much as he could. He was relentless, groaning his lovers name once he'd let go of his neck. It was the only word he could say, the only word his brain could focus on. All he wanted was more. More of the man below him. He couldn't get enough of him, the way he felt and the sound of his moans and cries echoing within his ears. Duo was addicted.