So Amazing

A/N: Chapter title "Spazz If You Want To" by N*E*R*D. People seem to be eager for a sequel so we'll see what I can come up with.

Re-written twice already, just waiting for the right song to inspire me.

xoxoxox

I've gotta get it off, Wufei thought in mild annoyance as he scratched at the column of his throat with his fingernails idly. He could still feel Heero's lips dancing over his skin, those powerful hands bringing absolute ecstasy to the ex-pilot's pliant body. The Japanese man left an invisible imprint on the Chinese man's skin, and though Wufei wouldn't admit it out loud, the imprint got beneath the flesh as well.

A week had passed since their encounter, and neither men were conceding to admit the fact that they had copulated furiously after hours in a dark abandoned room. They acted like they did on a normal, regular basis; Wufei checking over mission reports and correcting them before sending them to the commanding officer, Heero clacking away on his laptop to hack whatever system the higher-ups wanted to get into.

It was almost unfair, Wufei felt, that though they appeared perfectly calm on the surfaced, neither of them were feeling it on the inside. Well, Wufei was only speaking for himself as far as he knew when his stomach tightened when their eyes met, when Heero's voice would float over to his cubicle and made Wufei remember how dangerously sexy that voice was when lust-ridden.

Sighing, Wufei shut down his laptop and stood, pushing his chair back into place as he grabbed his jacket and strode towards the door. Some fresh air and coffee would do the trick, he supposed, to get his mind off of a few things. He stopped by the lounge and poured himself a styrofoam cup, adding enough creamer to nearly make the drink spill over the brim. Taking a sip and deeming it satisfactory, Wufei shrugged his jacket onto his shoulders before he made his way to the stairs, intending on heading to the roof to grab some quiet time. For as long as he'd stolen away up there no one else had encountered him, and he was counting on that today to help get his mind back on track.

Once in the fresh air, the door shut behind him with a click as he moved to the railing of the building and set his coffee cup on the edge, glancing down at the bustling streets below him.

For seven days he'd been on the edge of his seat, wondering if that day Heero would choose to pin him to another wall and ravish him silly. When the Perfect Soldier continued on his merry way without so much as a glance to the Chinese man, Wufei was starting to feel a bit of a loss. What they'd done was sex and just that, nothing more, he knew. But he hadn't had such a release for so long that he was finding himself wishing to be puddy beneath Heero's hands once again.

Wiping his brow with a bit of frustration, Wufei spent the next ten minutes finishing off his coffee and watching the general public. Draining the last bits of coffee from his cup, he turned around and started to head back toward the door, figuring he may as well go back to work and just get the day over with. He pulled open the heavy door to the staircase and froze when he saw Heero on the other side, looking like he was getting ready to push the door open.

They paused for what seemed like hours, onyx on sapphire as time stopped.

Wufei wasn't sure who moved first, but it ended up with him being tugged into the stairwell and being forced against the cement wall opposite of the railing, their feet uneven on the stairs and creating an awkward angle as their lips melded together. A groan slithered from Wufei's lips as Heero ground their pelvises together, the Chinese man's arms wrapping around Heero's shoulders to steady himself and find some purchase on the stairs. It was in vain, however, when one of Yuy's strong hands lifted Chang up against the wall, Wufei's legs wrapping around Heero's waist on instinct. Still grinding together, their pants heavy in the dank stairwell, the sound of lips smacking resounded in Wufei's ears as he and Heero ravaged each other.

There was the sound of a zipper being undone and Wufei held on as their mouths parted, Heero concentrating on pulling Wufei's pants down as far as possible without breaking contact or letting the Chinese man back down to the ground. Wufei's head was spinning, dizzy with lust and mild confusion at the suddenness of everything, but when three saliva-slicked fingers rammed into his entrance he stifled a yell by biting into Heero's shoulder.

Fuck, did it hurt. But, Wufei couldn't bring himself to care about the harsh intrusion, instead focusing on the fact that Heero was once again using him to his cock's content. If Wufei had any rational thought left in his overstimulated mind he would have shoved 01 off of him, cursed, and then stalked off angrily to finish up his work day. Instead, he was whimpering and bucking onto the invasive fingers, biting his bottom lip so hard the flesh was chapping and bleeding a bit. He wanted to cry out in pleasure so bad, when Heero's fingers encircled his erection, but he knew better and brought up one of his own knuckles to place it between his teeth.

It wasn't long before he felt the ex-pilot's shaft enter his sphincter, the shockwaves even more intense than the first time. Maybe it was because he'd already had a taste and was greedy for more; maybe it was because it was the middle of the day and anyone could wander up the stairwell -- it was most likely because it was Heero Perfect Soldier Yuy pounding the Chinese man into the wall hard enough to make Wufei see stars. To see the man lose control as he thrust into the tight body, to watch as Prussian eyes glazed over just slightly with the pleasure he was experiencing, to feel shaky but solid hands gripping onto slender hips where bruises were forming to join the ones that were healing.

"Fuck- fuck- fuck- Heero," Wufei moaned, biting his tongue once he heard his own voice. He sounded so wanton, so needy, so... slutty. It only seemed to spur on Heero more, however, as he changed his angle and started to pound against Wufei's prostate furiously. Clawing at Heero's back through the material of his shirt Wufei suppressed any cries that were trying to leave his throat, and when he felt Heero's hand on his cock once again the Chinese man was quick to lose it.

Heero kept him pinned to the wall even after his own climax, the pair of them breathing heavily and letting their sweat mingle together where their flesh touched. It was a silent agreement now, this casual sex, and Wufei knew it. Heero knew it, too.

So when Heero pressed a kiss to the hollow of Wufei's throat, obsidian eyes widened in slight confusion. Before he could ask anything Yuy was already re-dressed and trotting back down the stairs, no doubt to head back to his damned laptop and continue what he was doing. Wufei was slower in his recovery, wiping his cum off of his belly with the underside of his shirt and rubbing the material together to try and rid any evidence. He fixed his hair and straightened the rest of his clothes, and then descended the stairs as well, and was surprised to be greeted by a chummy Duo at the bottom of the steps.

"Hey 'Fei, I was just gonna go up and visit ya. Done with your break already?" Duo asked, his arms folded over his chest loosely as he took in Wufei's appearance. "... ah, but you look like you needed the alone time." He said with a smirk.

A faint flush filtered over the Chinese man's cheeks, his mind racing. Duo couldn't know about his trysts with Heero, it was impossible and not to mention unacceptable. But for Duo to suggest that Wufei would be doing... well... anything of that nature by himself in the work place was just silly.

"Just fresh air," Wufei grumbled as he strode past Maxwell, intent on locking himself into his cubicle and burying himself in mission reports.

"Oooooooh," Duo cajoled, obviously not believing his friend. "Mhm." The braided man dropped the subject, though, and quickly turned to a new one. "So Quat called me up today saying that on Saturday he wants to have all of us over for dinner."

Wufei nodded, sitting in his rolly chair and straightening some papers on his desk. Quatre had a monthly dinner where all of the ex-pilots got together to hang out and chill, eat good food and usually get drunk and watch movies. It was an enjoyable time that they'd all grown fond of, and Wufei found himself looking forward to the event.

"So..." Duo perched his rear on Wufei's desk, folding his arms over his chest once again as he leered suggestively at Wufei. "Why don't me and you find a nice, secluded spot, and relieve that sexual tension that's oozing from your fingernails, eh?"

Blinking, Wufei stuttered a bit and shook his head violently, pushing Duo off of his desk none too gently.

"Don't be such a moron, Maxwell. It wouldn't happen in a million years." Wufei said tersely as he booted up his computer and grabbed a pen.

"Yeah?" Duo leaned down to whisper in Wufei's ear. "Bet you wouldn't resist our Perfect Soldier so easily."

At that Wufei's entire face went red, including his ears and the back of his neck. "W-What?!"

"You know," Duo leaned back casually, shrugging. "I mean, he's perfect at everything he does. I can only imagine what kind of lover he'd be, y'know?" He chuckled and flipped his braid over his shoulder. "I know I wouldn't resist."

"You wouldn't resist a PVC pipe lined with a warm, damp sponge."

"Damn 'Fei, that's a good one!" The brunet laughed and clapped Wufei on the shoulder. "I think I'm gonna try it sometime. Bet it feels just like the real thing~"

Shaking his head, Wufei used his rolly chair to scoot himself forward so he could push Duo out of his cubicle.

"Out, Maxwell. Now."

Duo whistled innocently and waved before he trotted off to do damage elsewhere.

"And if you doodle on another assignment I'm shredding it!" Wufei threatened, to which he received a lazy hand of acknowledgment. Well, it was something.

Turning to his work, he glanced up under his lashes over at Heero, who had been watching the exchange. The Perfect Soldier smirked lightly, and Wufei heard a small beep that made him glance at his screen.

New Message!
From: Yuy
Subject: Dinner
Message: Just us.
704 N. Addison St

Wufei blinked and rubbed his eyes, reading the message over and over again. He glanced over to Heero who was now engaged in a conversation with Une, and then looked at the message once more.

To: Yuy
Subject: RE-Dinner
Message: 19:30h. Thursday.

Send.

The Chinese pilot didn't even hear a lull in Heero and Une's conversation, and twenty seconds later another message popped up.

From: Yuy
Subject: RE-Dinner
Message: Perfect.

Taking in deep breaths to relax himself, Wufei stood from his cubicle and went into the break room to grab another cup of coffee.

He was going on a date with Perfect Soldier Heero Yuy.

... what was he going to wear!?

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A/N: Oh shit. I think I unintentionally started a multi-chap.
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Fuck me.
Leaving for Seattle tomorrow, most likely no updates til Tuesday.


Loves.