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We Belong	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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- 1-We Belong
- 1
“No.”
Quatre pouted. “Come on. It'll be fun. And you never know, you might meet someone.”
He rolled his eyes. “You don't meet people at places like that, you meet one-night stands.”
He huffed. “That's not true. I met Duo there and we've been together for two years.”
His slightly older friend turned, shaking his head. “I'm not going, Quatre.”
He followed him. “All you ever do is work and study. When was the last time you went out?”
“I took Relena out for her birthday.”
Quatre grabbed his arm. “Taking your sister out to eat three months ago doesn't count, Zechs.”
He sighed. “You're not going to leave me alone until I agree, are you?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Just promise you and Duo will behave while we're there.”
Quatre grinned brightly. “You'll have fun, Zechs! I promise!” He ran into the taller blond's room.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you something to wear.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I'm capable of picking out my own clothes.”
Quatre grunted. “For the office. This is a club, an exclusive club.”
“How did you find out about it, again?”
“Heero.” He turned from the closet holding up a pair of white pants and a blue silk shirt. “Wear this. We'll leave in an hour.”
Zechs sat at his computer. “Fine.” He turned as the blond left, wondering not for the first time why it was he'd given him a key to his apartment. He checked his email.
Although several years separated them in age, they'd been friends since early childhood through their fathers' business dealings together. But where Zechs had followed his father's footsteps, Quatre had taken the route of rich party boy. He was very intelligent and worked when it suited him. It was also true he never did anything illegal like many trust fund kids happened to do, but he was expected at all exclusive parties and had been something of a playboy before hooking up with a model.
Zechs and Quatre had moved into the same high rise building within a month of each other and Zechs had been harassed by his friend ever since. It didn't bother him too much, at the least, he kept Zechs life interesting.
“Why aren't you dressed yet?”
He spun in his chair and barely kept himself from rolling his eyes. It wasn't the skin-tight black leather pants or the barely there red shirt. It wasn't even the black choker and bangles at his wrists. It was the eye shadow and mascara that brought out the smaller blond's eyes and the simmering gloss on pouty lips that turned the innocent seeming young man into a sultry sex kitten.
“Give me a minute.” He shooed the blond from his room and changed into the outfit Quatre had picked out and ran a brush through his long hair before meeting him in the living room.
Quatre looked him over. “Not bad. All right.” He grabbed Zechs' hand. “Duo and the others are gonna meet us there.”
Zechs decided he would sit at the bar, have a few drinks, and do his best to ignore the couples around him. He'd had a long term, although secret, relationship that ended badly the year before when he found out the man was only interested in his money. His lover had denied it, and he couldn't refute the fact he still loved him, but too much hurt was between them. If he ever dated again, it would be someone who had at least as much in their bank account as he did. That way he knew that wasn't what they were after.
They reached the club and were quickly allowed in ahead of the line. He followed Quatre through the maze of people to the bar and was forced to witness the sight of the slight blond leaping into his lover's arms and kissing in a manner that could be better described as 'tongue fucking'.
He nodded to Heero and Trowa at the bar. The half-Japanese man smirked. “How'd he finally manage it?”
He sighed and sat on a stool, ordering a Jack and Coke. “I told him I'd agree if he shut up.”
Quatre pulled from Duo and raised an eyebrow at his friend. “That's a rude way to put it.”
“It's still true.”
He shrugged and looked to the bartender. “I'll get a Peach Iced Tea, please, Eric. Who's on tonight?”
The bartender glanced at a sheet as he fixed the drink. “Honey, Tristan, Angel, and Dragon.”
Quatre grinned. “Ah, so that's why the crowd's so large.”
Eric shrugged. “He is a favorite.”
“That's just because no one can land him,” Trowa said.
Zechs raised an eyebrow. “I'm lost.”
Heero leaned his elbow on the bar. “A lot of the dancers have lovers outside of work. Not Dragon. He doesn't give lap dances. He doesn't date. As far as I know, he's never even spoken to one patron of the club. He goes out, dances, accepts tips and disappears.”
“So he's a favorite because he's mysterious?”
Duo shook his head. “It's way more than that, man.”
Zechs mildly watched the other dancers come and go over the stage. They weren't bad, but he wasn't too terribly impressed. An hour later, however, the lights dimmed and the room erupted into a roar. He frowned and glanced to Quatre who grinned and winked. He looked back to the stage where three spotlights lit one of the poles.
A figure stood with his back to the crowd, his hands were raised high on the pole above his head. Silken raven hair fell just beneath his shoulder blades. A silk robe with an intricate dragon on the back draped over his shoulders, ending mid-thigh. His bare feet were spread a foot apart. He stood still as music began, but rolled his body, starting at the hips until his back was arched and his face almost showed as the words rolled over the speakers.
“Many times I tried to tell you. Many times I cried alone.
Always I'm surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone.”
He gripped the pole in one hand and leaned to the side, rolling his hips slowly to the words.
“Don't want to leave you really.
I've invested too much time to give you up that easy
to the doubts that complicate your mind.”
He spun around the pole, exposing his face to the screaming crowd and pumped his hips to the heavy drum beat.
“We belong to the light; we belong to the thunder.
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under.
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better,
we belong, we belong, we belong together.”
Zechs watched, mesmerized as the exotic creature moved his hips and rolled his body in a way that seemed to pour sex across the stage and through the rapt audience. The tantalizing figure slowly slid his robe down his slim but firm shoulders as he left the pole and stepped toward the edge of the stage, teasing the men on the front row with a sultry smirk that turned into a pout as the next verse began.
“Maybe it's a sign of weakness when I don't know what to say.
Maybe I just wouldn't know what to do with my strength anyway.
Have we become a habit? Do we distort the facts?
Now there's no looking forward. Now there's no turning back.
When you say
We belong to the light; we belong to the thunder.
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under.
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better,
we belong, we belong, we belong together.”
Zechs breath caught in his throat as those khol rimmed eyes landed on him and the Chinese man paused briefly at the beginning of the chorus to let his gaze rake up and down the blond's body. In a move the regular patrons had never seen, Dragon moved down the steps to the side, eyes locked on the figure at the bar. His body moved with all the grace of a feline, hips swaying and steps light. Bouncers kept the crowd back as he moved toward the bar and gyrated his hips only mere inches from the blond on the stool. He turned his back and pressed it against the blond's chest, raising a hand to caress Zechs cheek and run down slowly.
“Close your eyes and try to sleep now. Close your eyes and try to dream.
Clear your mind and do your best to try and wash the palette clean.”
He turned and pulled the blond forward on the stool, rolling his body along Zechs' firmly, meeting his eyes with desire.
“We can't begin to know it, how much we really care.”
He pulled Zechs from the stool and used him as a living pole as he moved around him, swaying and pumping his hips against the taller man's.
“I hear your voice inside me, I see your face ev'rywhere.
Still you say
We belong to the light; we belong to the thunder.
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under.
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better,
we belong, we belong, we belong together.”
Before the music ended, Dragon was standing in front of Zechs, looking up into pale blue eyes. He licked his lips. “You heard a lie. It was never about the money.”
Zechs shook his head. “What are you doing in a place like this? What happened to the job at the office?”
He bit his lip. “Your father fired me. Whoever told you I was with you for the money... told him the same.”
“It was Treize.”
Obsidian eyes dropped to the floor. “He was jealous, Zechs. You had to have known that. He hated that you chose me over him.”
“Wufei-”
He put a finger to Zechs lips. “Not here.” He pulled Zechs through the club to the 'employees only' area and into his dressing room.
“I'm sorry I doubted you.”
Wufei gazed up at him for a moment before moving to his dressing table and grabbing a facial cloth. “Why didn't you just ask me? Three years I was with you. Did I ever ask for a dime? Even when I was working at that podunk restaurant, I never once asked for a fuckin' dime from you!”
Zechs felt his chest clench. “I'm sorry.”
Wufei spun. “I'm a fuckin' stripper now. No one would hire me. I have a masters in business and marketing. And I make my money by showing my body to strangers for tips because you believed that bastard over me!”
A knock came to the door. “Are you all right, Dragon?”
“Fine.” He said loud enough to pass through the door. He sat on the small sofa in the room, not bothering to close his robe. “Are happy now, Zechs?”
The blond man shook his head. “No. I miss you.”
He laughed softly. “Is that supposed to be enough to get me back? Do you even want me back?” He stood, allowing the body that had always allured Zechs to sway as he moved. “Tell me something, did you enjoy your time slumming?”
Zechs gaped. “I never saw it like that. I respect you! I love you.”
“Then why didn't you trust me?”
“Because I was an idiot.”
Wufei looked up into the beautiful face he'd longed for ever since he'd lost the pleasure of gazing at it every morning. “Do you really love me?”
“Yes.”
He licked his lips. “Would you give up your fortune for me?”
“In a heartbeat,” he answered without pause.
Wufei's eyes widened. “What?”
He pulled out his phone. “I'll call my father right now.”
Wufei grabbed his arm and stopped the dialing. “Are you serious?”
“I love you, Fei. That never stopped, and it never will.”
He closed his eyes. “Zechs... there's no way I can believe that it won't happen again, but I can't let you throw your future away.”
“Then let me prove to you that I love you.”
Wufei took a breath and opened his eyes. “Love me, right now.”
Zechs cupped his hand behind Wufei's head and took his mouth in a heated kiss like he hadn't experienced in a year. The younger man readily gave in to him. Opening his lips without encouragement and allowing him to reacquaint himself with the recesses of his mouth. Wufei felt his knees grow weak and folded his arms over the blond's shoulders as he was lifted and quickly deposited on the sofa. Zechs kissed down his chest and Wufei shook his head.
“I haven't been laid in a year, Zechs. I don't want soft and tender. I want fast, hot, and heavy.”
“Do you have lube?”
Wufei nodded. “Vanity.” Zechs raised an eyebrow and he flushed. “The club provides it.”
He moved to the vanity and pulled out an unopened box. “But you never used it?”
“No. I couldn't.”
The blond smiled and returned to the sofa, stripping his shirt as he sat on the edge, eyes raking over the beautiful man before him. Wufei had removed the thong while Zechs retrieved the lube.
“I have to warn you, if you take me now, you'll never get rid of me. I don't care about the money. I don't care about your status. But you take anyone else to bed and I'll castrate you.”
Zechs smiled softly. “I think I can handle that.”
“Good.” Wufei turned over, legs spread and hands gripping the armrest. “Hard and fast. Now.”
Zechs groaned and covered a finger with the lube. He slid it in. “Shit, you're tight.”
“A year without sex. What'd you expect?”
He slowly added a second finger, breath hitching as Wufei eagerly accepted and thrust back on the scissoring digits. He rocked back against the intrusive digits, trying to force them where he wanted them to go, but Zechs wasn't having it.
“Zechs, please.”
He smiled and added a third finger, brushing against Wufei's sweet spot. He hissed through his teeth. “Again.”
He hit it again and massaged it until Wufei was trembling uncontrollably and crying his name on every breath. Wufei pulled off the fingers and turned, shoving Zechs to his back on the sofa. He crushed their lips together and jabbed his tongue into the blond's eager mouth.
Zechs' gripped Wufei's hips with almost bruising force as his mouth was assaulted and a small hand made quick work of his zipper, freeing his straining erection. In one downward thrust, Wufei impaled himself.
His back arched and he gripped one hand on the back of the sofa and tangled the other in Zechs' hair. Zechs ground his teeth together at the sudden tight heat around him and fought to remain still while his lover adjusted to him. Wufei rocked his hips slowly several times before raising up and dropping back down. He put his hands to the cushion on either side of the blond's head and stared down into his eyes as he rode him.
“Don't ever hurt me like that again.”
He nodded. “I swear.”
A soft smile graced full lips before he put all his attention into slamming his hips up and down on the erection he'd missed so terribly. No one had ever filled him as perfectly as Zechs did. The perfect thickness to bring that tad bit of pain that edged the mind-blowing pleasure.
He turned so both feet were planted between Zechs' hip and the back of the sofa. He gripped the back and used it as leverage to ride harder and faster. Having his legs together tightened his passage even further, wringing a heavy moan from the man beneath him. He tilted his head back as hands teased at his nipples before dropping the wrap around his length to pump roughly.
Wufei's breath escaped on whimpers and grunts with every downward thrust and he was rapidly losing the rhythm as the heat coiling the pit of his stomach threatened to explode. He turned again and pulled Zechs up and over on top of him. The blond pressed his legs together and held them to the side, leaving Wufei practically bent in half with his back still on the sofa and his legs off the side.
He drove his hips in brutally while continuing to squeeze and fondle Wufei's cock. The Chinese man was screaming his praises and begging for release. Zechs felt the length in his hand begin pulsing and raked his thumb over the tip before tightening his hold and sliding it down in several quick jerks.
Wufei's fists clenched and his orgasm hit him, cum covering his stomach as he rode out his climax. Zechs continued slamming into him as his own release poured into him. Their thrusts slowed and Zechs leaned over to drop a quick kiss to his lips before pulling out.
“Love you.”
“Mm.” Wufei didn't bother to open his eyes. “Good to know.”
The end.
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