Title: Takeover
Author: Kiarene
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R. Very R.
Summary: AU. Corporate raider Heero
Yuy has his sights on one Chang Wufei.
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Last chapter…
Takeover 13
I check to
see if the coast is clear — in other words, if Sally isn’t looking — and walk
as quietly as I can out without actually creeping. She should be all right
without me for a few hours; I mean, I have my cell phone and I did leave a
note, on cheerful yellow post-it no less. And really, while I am the one with
the big vision, and the company, I would readily admit that the person who does
most of the work in the office is dear Sally.
I really
should look into getting a back-door for my office.
Out the
door, down the elevator, out into the carpark. However, just when I am almost
clear, I hear a familiar voice.
“Heero!”
Cringing at
the timing, I turn around. Duo flinches at my impatient look. “Wait, I need to
talk to you—“
Ok, I know
Duo had been a wonderful boyfriend to me, even if his kiss yesterday *did* ruin
my company, and therefore, I’m not blowing him off. Holding up a palm, I
interrupt him as politely as I can.
“Duo, look.
I know what you’re going to say but I’m not changing my mind.”
“Why not?
Aren’t you going to give me a chance?” Duo looks pissed. He’s also looking less
than perfect today; his color is wan, lips pinched and eyes narrowed, and his
hair is tied in a messy tail instead of a braid today. I recognize all the
signs of a bad hangover.
“Because this
relationship for me is different…from my previous ones…” I fumble for words,
not the first time today I note wryly. “Because I did give you a chance, but I…
I didn’t feel anything special on my side. I’m sorry.”
A look of
hurt flashes across his face. Then he crosses his arms and sneers snidely. “And
how is your new …*boyfriend* going to be any different from your past lovers? How
do you know it’s not going to be another quick fling? You go through boyfriends
like people go through shoes.”
This time,
the right words come to me easily. “Because I *love* him.”
Duo’s face
pales even further. I have never used that term before. Never. I use to laugh
at the term and consider it frivolous, but I also consider myself a truthful
person and so, I don’t use the word ‘love’ in vain. I’m sure I have other
qualities that would easily lure potential bed-mates, such as money and good
looks. No need to sprout all the ‘love’ nonsense, I used to say.
“No you
don’t,” Duo protests weakly. “You… You say you’ve never been in love? How would
you know what love is?”
“Yes I do,”
I say tiredly. Suddenly, all the stress of the morning just crashed down on me.
Not wishing to explain anything else to Duo, I turn and leave.
Duo does
not follow.
---
Figuring
that he would be coming back later in the day, Wufei opts to leave his bike at
the university. The ride there to the circus is quiet as I don’t feel like
turning on the music system in the car. At this time of the day, there’s not much
traffic on the roads.
“You seemed
much chirpier on the phone,” Wufei notes, realizing that something is off.
“Yeah well,
I had a bit of a bad morning. That was stress-induced chirpiness. I think I
crashed since.”
It’s still
early in the day so there aren’t that many people at the circus yet, so I
manage to find a parking space easily. I guess this is the sort of place that
would come alive in the evenings.
“Want to
talk about it?” Wufei asks hesitantly.
I think
about it. “No, not really. I just want to forget about work for a while.”
“All
right.”
Turning to
him, I force a grin. He’s casually dressed today in a pair of black jeans and a
red linen shirt that has a black dragon printed on the side. I feel a bit
overdressed in my suit, so I take off my jacket and leave that in the car. It’s
a warm day so I also release the top two buttons of my blue shirt and roll up
my sleeves.
“Hey hey, I
asked you out. I should be focusing on you.”
He slips an
arm around my shoulders. “Hey yourself. You don’t have to be a big, tough
business tycoon all the time. Let me take care of you too.”
“I don’t
need anyone to take care of me,” I protest. His arm around me feels very warm
and secure; have I mentioned he’s the same height as me? Simply perfect for
kissing. And so I do.
“I’m sure
you’re more than able to handle the corporate sharks out there, but you can be
clueless in many other things too.” Wufei smiles, and pecks me on the lips
again.
The
attendant at the circus entrance gives us a knowing smirk when we walk past.
“Just
because I didn’t know how to set up a tent…”
“Not just
that,” Wufei says, grinning. His black eyes are lively, his cologne
distracting. I kiss him again.
“What?”
Wufei
shakes his head, chuckling. “Nothing. Let’s just enjoy ourselves. You mentioned
you had never been to a circus before?”
“No…” I
look at the gaudy stalls and crowds around me with trepidation. It’s all so
noisy and chaotic. A clown walks by, his oversized shoes flip-flopping loudly,
talking rapidly with a brawny guy in a skin-tight red and green leotard. I
mentally add ‘juvenile’ and ‘tacky’ to the list of undesirable adjectives.
Wufei
laughs at my horrified expression, his arm tightening around me comfortingly. “It’s
not so bad… Look, let’s go and have lunch first. Trust me.”
Shuddering
a little, I follow him. “I’m regretting this already.”
---
But
surprisingly enough, I have a good time.
After a
meal of assorted kebab-ed snacks and pastries, we walk around and Wufei wins me
a prize at one of the game stores — he’s quite a crack-shot. I hang the trinket
on my cell phone.
Turns out
his graduate student, the tall one, works part-time here in the main circus
show. Despite the white clown make-up, the heavy fall of hair over his face is
a dead-giveaway. After the show, in which I enjoyed myself more than I thought
I would, he brings us round the back to pet the lions.
Then we
went around to eat more snack and participate in more ‘juvenile’ activities. The
Tunnel of Love is rather tackily named, but fun in its own way, for obvious
reasons.
Wufei hops
off the wobbly boat easily. When I move to stand up though, the swan threatens
to tip me over and I end up clutching the neck in a very undignified manner.
“Hold my
hand,” Wufei coaxes. I can see that he’s trying to hold back his laughter.
“I hate you.
And your martial arts training,” I declare sullenly. But I take his hand anyway
and he helps me off.
Then Wufei
gives a sudden yank and I stumble, sprawling into his arms. “We have a problem,”
he breathes into my ear. He pulls us under the shade of the trees, and we stand
there for a few minutes, arms wrapped around each other.
I roll my
hips against his, our erections bumping. “Is that why you were leaning forward
and helping me?”
Wufei snickers.
“At least I didn’t almost fall off the swan because I was trying to get off the
swan in a half-crouched position.”
“Shut up.” I
find myself humping against him, instinctively trying to relive the tension
down there. “So, what are we going to do now?”
“Nothing.
We’re in public and there are children about, for chrissakes,” Wufei hisses.
His strong hands grab hold of my errant hips firmly. “This is all your fault.”
“Yeah? You
were doing your fair share of groping too.” I smirk. “Besides, what was I to
think when you told me we were taking a ride down the tunnel of love?”
“It was
supposed to be romantic. Only you would think of it as the tunnel of lust.”
“Can’t help
it when I’m with you.” Closing my eyes, I lean forward and press my lips
against his. Partially hidden away under the trees and blocked by the fake
tunnel structure, the noise of the fairground recedes, and it seems almost
private.
He laughs
in between kisses, and traps my arms against my sides. “Stop that. You do
realize this isn’t helping matters any?”
“What are
you going to…” I taunt, wriggling suggestively, “do about it?”
Abruptly,
Wufei flips me around, pinning me to the side of the tunnel. His lips curl up
in a wicked grin as he purrs throatily at me. “What do you want me to …do?” His
head dips, trails a wet trail down my jaw, suckles at the hollow of my throat.
I groan,
low and needy. I wish my hands are free; my thigh pushes between his legs,
pushes upwards.
“Stop that.”
His thighs grip mine. Hard. He nips me hard enough that I yelp.
“Not fair.
Why are you torturing me like this?”
He doesn’t
reply because he’s too busy sucking a hickey.
“Ohh…” My
head lolls to the side and he proceeds to take advantage, nibbling a ruby
necklace along my exposed collar. “What happened to the reticent college professor?”
“That’s
your stereotypical image of a professor.” He licks a wet trail all the way up
my throat, up along my jugular and fuck—
I wince at
the bite on my ear lobe. And shiver as he takes the tender piece of flesh into
his mouth and laves it soothingly, purring into my ear. “Really. Am I that
sort?”
Thinking of
the explosive interactions between us, of his fire and feistiness, I grin
ruefully. “No. But you’d never seem so enthusiastic before…”
“I’m not a
frivolous kind of guy.” He turns his head, catches my lips again. “Wanted to
see if you were serious.”
“And, if I
am?” I pant against his lips. Opens my eyes and drowns in his.
“Then I am
as well. Be warned, Yuy. I am very serious.” His voice drops to a rumble that
just goes right through me. Gods. That bedroom voice of his, low and husky. “You’re
mine.”
“Yours,” I agree
breathlessly.
“Mine,” he
repeats. Then he turns to look to the side and dazedly, I turn my head as well.
Duo is
standing at the opposite side of the stream, the one that runs through the
tunnel, eyes wide open and utterly shocked.
“….Duo?”
What’s he doing here?
“I guess
you really do love him after all,” Duo whispers, shoulders slumped. He sounds
defeated. “You wouldn’t let anyone else do that to you otherwise.”
“Wha…?” I
don’t understand.
Wufei
stares intently at Duo, arms around me like a dragon hording its gold, and
slowly, Duo smiles in resignation. He gives a curt nod. “I understand. Goodbye,
Heero.”
I stare at
Duo’s retreating back and then it hits me. I should feel offended, but I’m not.
Turning back to Wufei, I raise a brow. “Possessive, aren’t we?’
“I don’t
share.”
“I don’t
mind.”
Wufei smirks,
flashing the tip of his pink tongue and hinting at all sorts of obscene
promises. “Let’s go then. Your apartment is closer.”
---
Somehow we
manage to drive back without any accident or speeding ticket. It’s definitely
not my first time, neither Wufei’s I’m sure, but it’s *our* first time. After
*months* of foreplay, of playful banter and kisses and touches, it seems as if all
our pent-up tension just exploded. I barely slam my front door close when
Wufei, stumbling in a half-step after me, pushes me up against the wall.
“Wait… the
bedroom is just down the hall…”
“Can’t wait
that long,” Wufei growls around a hungry kiss. He fumbles for my pants, undoing
the belt buckle and yanks both my pants and underwear down. I hiss in relief
when my erection bounces in the cool air and grasp the base tightly; I’m sure
I’m that close to coming. Already the tip is slick and weeping.
“We’re
going to do it here? In the foyer?” I’m both incredulous and incredibly aroused
by the idea.
“Yeah.”
Wufei grins wickedly as he opens the front of his pants. “Let’s go through your
place a room at a time.”
Then his
hands are sliding up my bare thighs and under my shirt and gods, so warm, the
feel of his calloused palms against the smoother skin of my thighs and hips. When
he presses his fingers against my lips, I open my mouth automatically. Knowing
what’s next, I make sure to coat his fingers well.
Then his
fingers are gone, replaced by his mouth, bruising against mine, and a hard
thigh is parting my own. I kick away my pants and spread my legs, leaning back
against the wall.
“Good,”
Wufei coos at me, One finger trails down my balls, tickling it, and circles my
hole. With his other hand, he guides my right leg up around his hips. “Put your
leg up, it’ll be easier.”
A finger
slides in and I moan. Feels like I could fall any second; balanced on one leg
and muscles rubbery, but I throw my arms around his shoulders and cling on
desperately.
“Can you
take another now?” Wufei asks. I nod jerkily, and he slips in another slick digit.
“So tight,
almost like it’s your first time,” Wufei murmurs, fingers twisting and
scissoring. “You don’t bottom much?”
“Rarely,” I
gasp out. Gods, why didn’t I do it more often? It feels so good, so full and
oh, oh gods, I think he just found my prostate. And yes, he’s a sadist because
he *keeps* bumping at that sweet spot and his other hand has a vice grip on my
cock and he just keeps smirking.
“Don’t come
yet; I want to be in you first.”
I’m
writhing and fucking myself on his fingers and what is he waiting for? “Hurry,
in me, now, now,” I gasp out, none too coherently.
And then,
he is me, breeching me, filling me. He doesn’t bother to take off his pants
even, just pushes them down enough to do the job. My spit and his pre-come are
barely enough, but I’m as high as a kite on arousal now and the exquisite burn
of his entry only serves to heighten my pleasure.
“Let go,
Heero.” Hands grasp my hips firmly. I suck in another deep breath, relaxing as
much as I could down there. He slides in slowly, pulling back a bit before pushing
in further and repeating. He’s going slowly so as to ease his passage for me,
and I can feel every exquisite, thick inch of him.
“So good,”
I moan. “Move, yeah, dammit.”
His hips
rock back and forth, slowly at first. He shifts, eyes searching my face, and
when he finds *that* angle and I shriek, eyes rolling back, he smirks.
“Hold on
tight,” he tells me. And snaps his hips forward again.
With a
wail, I brace my shoulders against the wall, digging my finger into his
shoulders and arching my back and letting him hold me and oh, oh gods… In this
position, it’s so good, so deep. Every sure thrust hitting that damn spot and the
sensation of him, filling me, warm and solid. A roiling heat curls deep within
me, a tight spiral of tension that winds and coils until like brittle glass, I
just.
…shatter.
---
“Ugh. I
think you broke me.” Any attempt to move sent a searing jolt through me. *Down*
there.
Wufei
groans, turning over on his back slowly. He clutches one shoulder gingerly.
“The damage was mutual.”
I lie on my
front, because it’s impossible for me to flip on my back now, and contemplate
the floor. “I hurt more.”
I also have
a sneaky suspicion that this is going to be a common occurrence. I’m normally
the dominant one in a relationship, but when I’m with Wufei, I just can’t think
straight. He only has to *look* at me and….
I turn my
head, and see Wufei gazing at me fondly, his expression at once possessive and
tender as he pulls me close. Something warm and happy skips in me; something
fundamental shifts. I feel like I’ve lost my foundations, that I’m falling, but
that’s all right.
Because I
know Wufei would be there to catch me.
~*~ The End ~*~
A/N: Did anyone
notice the irony — Heero starts off, planning to mount a hostile assault and
storm Wufei’s defenses, but was taken over in the end? But (mostly) everyone’s
happy in the end. ^__^
I know
there are a couple of loose ends, but I felt like ending the story here. Term
start next week. I’m not ready. *buries head in sand*
About
Quatre, I’m sure Wufei would just order him to stop bullying Heero.
And Duo,
well, I’m sure perhaps Wufei knew about him. After all, Heero’s been chasing
him for months and Quatre’s not the only one who reads the papers.