The
Little Club
...or
Name that Thang
The door burst open and a mass of flying chestnut hair and pale skin flew past the hallway and into the bathroom.
Seated comfortably on his favourite chair, Wufei remained unperturbed. He had long figured that he'd only say something if the door came off its hinges.
"Had too much to drink?" He said when the aforementioned chestnut whirlwind breezed into the living room and plopped into the chair nearest to him.
Duo Maxwell rested his chin on his hands. There was an impish, if somewhat guilty grin on his face. "Nah...more like frustratosis."
"Pardon me?" Now Wufei glanced up, eyes blank from behind reading glasses.
"I was relieving..." Duo had the decency to blush just a little. "Y'know, Mr Happy."
"Mr Happy?"
"Uh, yeah...Mr Happy, Mr Wriggly, whatever you call it."
Mr Wriggly. The Chinese man blinked once. Twice. "I see." He bowed his head in an attempt to refocus on his book. The 'Art of War' had to have more literary value than the discussion of carnal terms.
"So," Duo inched his way closer. "What do *you* call it?"
Wufei found himself staring right into disturbingly gleaming violet eyes. If those weren't a strong enough message, the leer on Duo's generous lips said a lot. Wufei hesitated for a moment, cheeks flushing. "Well..."
Duo grinned as he continued ogling the poor man. Sweet, virginal creatures like Wufei were *so* easily scandalised.
"Well, we Chinese also have our names for it. The commonest ones are Xiaodidi, which means 'little brother' or Xiaoniao, which means 'little bird' . However, I prefer the term 'Xiaobangzi' which essentially means 'little club'. As for why the word 'little' is used, the technical reason could be that on average, Asian men come in smaller sizes than Caucasian men. However, I think 'little' is a term of affection. After all, you call it Mr Happy, don't you, Duo?"
"Y...yeah." Duo sputtered. "That...that was...informative."
Wufei nodded solemnly. "If you have further questions, you can ask me."
Duo was starting to get a tad suspicious. He scrutinised the Chinese man carefully. The latter had taken off his glasses and was staring back evenly. Duo could have sworn those dark, sloe eyes were laughing at him.
"Ok." Duo tried again. He'd have to tread carefully on this one. "But a club can't be that small! So, my question is...it really little or not?"
His suspicions were confirmed when the corners of Wufei's lips curled upwards in a sultry smile. "You'd have to find that out yourself."
Duo never needed second invitations. In a second, he was out of his chair and replacing 'Art of War' with himself on Wufei's lap. He grinned down lecherously at the Chinese face. "I can do that."
"I thought you were going out?"
"Who needs clubbing out, when I can get clubbing *here*?"
Wufei turned red. "I was merely informing - "
Whatever his rant was, it swiftly dissipated when Duo's mouth crushed his in a searing, mind-blowing kiss.
~*~ fin ~*~
March 2003