Title: Takeover
Author: Kiarene
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R
Summary: AU. Corporate raider Heero
Yuy has his sights on one Chang Wufei.
Published:
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I’m so
sorry for the lateness of this update. Work has been a bitch lately and my boss
a bigger one. Thank you for all the encouraging reviews! I must admit it’s the
reviews that resulted in this chapter. I don’t think this is one of my better
chapters, but there is a little development, and hopefully, I’ll get back the
momentum soon.
Takeover 9
The days
pass surprisingly quickly. I guess time *does* fly when you’re having fun.
I spend
quite a bit of time with Wufei; tramping around the lush countryside, squatting
behind bushes looking at odd assortment of birds, ogling Wufei, swimming in the
icy-cold lakes, looking for the best spots to climb onto to observe the
sunsets, ogling Wufei... lugging pails of water for camp chores, digging
latrines, doing dishes by hand, ogling Wufei, covering latrines...
I think I
detect a trend.
But that
aside, all this roughing out is all rather interesting. Even enjoyable, oddly
enough.
Not that
I'm going to turn into a country hick. I'm a city-boy and I always will be at
home in the corporate jungle, but I am starting to see a certain charm in this
rural living. Though I suspect much of the charm comes from my captivating
companion.
Now that
Wufei had explicitly returned my advances, the chase has gotten exciting. A
brush of hands as we walk, familiar and casual. A kiss to greet the morning,
sweet and welcoming. Crouching in close quarters while we stake out a game
trail, enticing and tingling. A quick grope when his bum swings past my eye
level while I'm doing the dishes, fun and...
Frustrating.
Because
that all we're doing. Kissing and groping. At least I'm doing all that groping.
We took *ages* to even *touch* second base, and with my constant state of blue
balls, I think I'm not going to survive to third base.
He blows hot
and cold. Sometimes he shies away, sometimes he lets me. And sometimes, not as
often as I like, he initiates the contact. Maybe he doesn't want me that way.
Well, I *know* he responds to me, but sometimes, it seems as if that's all to
it. A physical reaction. *Does* he or does he *not*—?
I think I'm
losing it.
~
The night's
chill sets in rapidly once the sun disappears below the horizon. I have on a
warm jacket, and I am getting used to the more extreme temperatures, but I
shift closer to Wufei anyway.
Look at me,
I think hard.
He turns to
me with a smile, and then looks back up at the sky. "It's going to be a
clear night tonight. Better yet, the moon is at her thinnest."
Jump me, I
wish harder. Rip my clothes off and let's have wild, animal sex! I huff a
silent, disappointed sigh. “So?” I ask, clueless.
The dying
fire crackles and pops as I poke at it with a
“So it’s
perfect for start-gazing.” His voice becomes playful. "Let's go
star-gazing."
I grin, trying
to quell my dirty thoughts and matching his playful tone. "How
romantic."
"I
know." And he pats my hand and my heart skips.
It's the
little gestures like this that just undo me.
"Come
on, let's go now." He stands up, unwinding in that graceful, sinuous
manner I can't copy. "I know a nice little spot but it takes a while to
get there."
I stand up,
brushing off the seat of my pants and making a moue of complaint. "I've
learned to add 'quite' to your 'a whiles'."
"Well,
you're quite welcome to stay here," Wufei say casually, lips curving up.
"And
miss up the chance to grope you in the dark?" I snake an arm around his
waist. Slender and firm, Wufei’s waist is most worthy of squeezing.
Wufei swats
my arm away. I sigh, and follow him as he ducks into the supply tent to get a
couple of flashlights, a canvas sheet and a bottle of water; all that goes into
our waist pouches.
He leads me
on a path through the forest. As we walk, our bobbing flashlights and rustling
footsteps announcing the presence of creatures foreign to the forest denizens,
the nocturnal noises hush. However, after we pass, the hoots and chirps quickly
start up again.
I have no
idea how he finds his way; under the canopy and especially on a dark night like
this, *every* direction looks the same to me. After a while, we emerge from the
forest. In the open plain, even the fainter light of the stars was enough. We
click off our torches and keep them in our pouches. This was something Wufei
taught me earlier on, for our eyes will quickly adjust to the minimal lighting.
Certainly the dim starlight is not enough to read by, but I can easily pick my
way over the ground.
The ground
starts to slope up and becomes a bit more uneven. Rocks litter the ground, from
small chips to fist-sized chunks, even a few goodly-sized boulders here and
there. The scree slope makes it hard to walk; I stumble a couple of times,
cursing as I stub my toes and windmill my arms. But Wufei is like a mountain
goat as he walks in sprightly steps, as sure-footed here as if it was daylight
and we weren’t hiking up a hill.
“Are we
bloody there yet?” I slip slightly on another small rock and my voice has
started to take on a bit of a petulant tone.
“Almost,”
Wufei says soothingly. He slows down until he’s beside me, and holds my hand.
“Thanks,” I
drawl sarcastically, but hold on to his hand anyway.
“You’re
welcome, baby.”
“Baby?” I
protest loudly.
Wufei snickers
and pats our joined hands. “Only in a good way.”
I look hard
at him, not too sure if it was an insult or an endearment. I poke him in the
side with my free hand. “Jackass. I followed you all the way out here, in the freezing
cold, over mountains—“
“—a mere bump
in the ground—“
“— and
oceans—“
“—two
watery trickles! They can’t even be called streams—“
“—and you
insult me!” I sniff loudly. “I’m so sad!”
I pout and
parry back verbally. Before I knew it, we reach the top of the hill. Breath
steaming slightly in the chilly air, I stop and look up…
Breathtaking.
The view was simply breathtaking.
The Milky
Way cuts a particularly dazzling swath across the sky, and I choke back a
snicker as an obscene image of cream and splatter came to mind.
Without the
light pollution from artificial lights at the peripheral of my vision, with
utterly nothing to detract from the sheer brilliance of the diamante stars, it
makes me feel at once insignificant and awed. Small — all my life, my worldview
has been, largely I daresay, all about me, but now confronted with the echo of
calm infinity *up* there, I’m humbled.
It isn’t
just the view, though. It’s the entire experience. It’s silent all around, yet
it’s not the oppressive buzzing silence you get in an enclosed room but a calm
quiet. It’s pretty breezy on the hilltop, the winds carrying the smell of sweet
nocturnal blooms and sharp cold as they ruffle my hair. It’s different from the
earthy scents of the forest.
“Gorgeous,”
I find myself exclaiming softly. It is well worth the walk.
“Yes,”
Wufei says, just as quietly. We stand side by side, faces turned upwards. “Yes,
it is.”
After a
moment, I hear the pull of a zip. Wufei pulls out the canvas sheet from his pouch
and lays it on the ground. He lies down on his back, and I join him, our
shoulders touching as we gaze up at the night sky.
We converse
in hushed voices, the conversation flowing easily and spiritedly between us. That’s
one of the things I like about Wufei — we click. Most of my business acquaintances
only know how to talk about business; most of my dates only know how to talk
about frivolous stuff like society gossip. But with him, I can talk about
anything and everything.
And
sometimes, the conversation lulls, but it is a comfortable silence. That’s
another thing I like about him.
Suddenly,
my thoughts turn, for the first time since that phonecall, to Duo. Suddenly, it
is not longer just a game; Wufei is no longer just a curiosity or a conquest. It’s
no longer about my company or his environmentalism; it’s about him and me and
*us*. I think of Duo and realize that, yes, while I had fun with Duo, I want
more. Wufei sparked something in me I didn’t know existed, and I want—
"I
want to know where I stand," I say softly, turning on my side to face him.
My breath fans the loose strands of hair by his ear, and I can see the
silhouette of his profile against the backdrop of stars, brilliant diamonds on
a bed of ebony velvet.
“Huh?”
Wufei sounds confused by my apparent non
sequiter.
"What
am I to you?"
He is
silent for a while, and then he turns to curl around me. His arms wends around
my waist, my back, pulling us flush against each other. The warmth of his body
is a delicious contrast to the cold air. "Damn you, Heero. You know…"
"Do
I?" With my free hand, the one that is not wrapped around his shoulder, I
tuck the stray hair behind his ear. My hand cups his cheek. "I'm not a
smart man, Wufei. You've got to spell it out to me."
Wufei
laughs breathlessly as he nuzzles against my hand. "Oh no, I think you're
a very smart man, Heero Yuy. A very bad, devious boy. You planned this right
from the start."
I may have made
my plans from the start, but Wufei, you controlled it all along. My heart
beating like a gauche teenager making a confession, I ask nonchalantly, "So,
does this mean we're going out?"
That sounds
*absolutely* mature, Yuy.
He doesn’t
reply, but kisses me, a chaste press of soft lips.
"Wu~fei."
I give a groan, and kiss him back. My hand slips behind his head. This kiss was
definitely not as chaste. It involves some tongue, some licking, a bit of
nibbling, a fair amount of moaning, and god. How can he kiss me sweetly,
virginally one second, and then undo me with some serious oral play in the
next? I pull away, breathing heavily. “So, are we?”
He pulls
back as well, a grin playing at his lips. “What? You need it in black and
white?”
I wait.
Instead, he
stands up, stretches lazily like a cat. “It’s getting really late. We should be
heading back.”
I scramble
up, a little annoyed. “Answer me!” Unfortunately, it came out more petulant
than annoyed.
Calmly,
Wufei bends down, picks up the canvas and folds it neatly. “We really ought to
be heading back to Sanc tomorrow. We’ve been here almost a week; I’m not
looking forward to the mountain of work when I get back to the lab. Although
Quatre and Trowa are both competent—“
“Chang!”
He starts
walking, but pauses and turns his head back slightly. He is smiling slightly,
but his eyes are darkly smoldering and enigmatic. With the wind lifting the stray
strands of his long hair around his face and his fey smile, he looks like a
dark creature of the night. “What do *you* think, Heero?”
Caught
off-guard, I blurt out, “I think…” I think you like me too. But my confidence
fails me, and dammit, I can feel a dull heat creeping up my cheeks.
Wufei’s
grin grows and he reaches for my hand. “You know, in Sanc, you’re like this
cold and aloof business tycoon, but really, you’re just a softie underneath.”
“What?!” I scowl.
“That’s rich, coming from a tree-hugger—“
“Eh, when
it’s just a few tree-huggers versus the big, bad corporations—“
Much later,
just as I was falling asleep, I realize to my consternation that Wufei hadn’t
replied. In my arms, Wufei gives a somnolent murmur and turns, burrowing to
find a more comfortable spot. Or had he? My thoughts whirled groggily. Something
changed, so does it mean that we are, or is he just rejecting me nicely… mmm,
he feels really nice and warm but why wouldn’t he just say it and zzz….
~*~