So Amazing

A/N: I'm in the backseat of my friend's car typing up gay porn. Go me.

Road trips are for epic times and signs that read "YOU CAN PLOW MY FIELD ANY TIME ♥" because we live in the center of the Wheat Belt. Road trips are for the trendy people from Seattle that we pass while holding up that sign and watching their face contort in confusion or disgust.

Onward ho.

xoxoxox

Wufei stood in front of the floor length mirror, a slight blush on his cheeks as he regarded the Chinese man looking back at him. In a fit of frustration he'd called Quatre up to have the Arabian help him out with an outfit, and the blond was more than happy to oblige. Wufei was always grateful for Quatre's presence in their group; as the person willing to help anybody with any problem that might arise. Wufei respected the empathetic man greatly, and found himself wishing in the back of his mind that it was Quatre he was going out on a date with.

His and Heero's relationship was purely sex. It almost felt like going to dinner with the Perfect Soldier would
blow their cover, would make their tumbles more of a reality. Sure, they'd only fucked twice, but for Wufei that
was a feat. The first, and last, boyfriend he had rarely ever got sex, and when he did it wasn't wild ferocious
fucking. It was smooth and normal in every way, and the Chinese man was even surprised with himself for liking some of the things Heero did to him. The dominance, the biting, the scratching, the sheer force.

The blush darkened, onyx eyes roving over his reflection. A form-fitting v-neck tee was on his torso, deep red in color and complementing his bronze skin beautifully. It bunched a bit near the waist, accentuating the hourglass figure that the slender frame so stubbornly clung onto. A black leather belt held up darkwash straightlegged jeans, revealing a sliver of bronze skin and sharp hipbone, and black Doc Martins were on his feet. Quatre insisted that Wufei wear his hair down, the raven locks shining with the aid of an herbal shampoo that the blond had practically forced into Wufei's shower.

"You look great, Wufei!" Quatre said, his blue eyes sparkling with his enthusiasm.

Wufei tugged at the hem of his shirt self-consciously. "Really?" He asked a bit gruffly, licking his lips.

"Yes," the blond moved forward and batted Wufei's hands away. "Stop fretting. I'm sure the lucky guy won't even be able to speak when he sees you."

"Quatre," Wufei turned to face the Arabian, who was busy plucking miscellaneous lint from the Chinese man's shoulders.

"Hm?" Quatre hummed distractedly, smoothing the material over Wufei's strong chest.

"Stop." Tan hands grabbed pale, and Quatre glanced up at Wufei with wide eyes and a slight blush. Oceanic orbs
averted off towards the side, and Wufei pulled the Arabian blond into his chest for a warm hug. "Thank you, this
means a lot."

The blond head nodded against Wufei's chest, and when they pulled apart Quatre glanced up at Wufei.

"Have fun," he said softly, and Wufei felt a slight pang in his chest.

"Don't you have anything to do tonight?" Wufei asked as he pulled away, not wanting to prolong contact with the
blond. If he kept embracing the smaller man he was afraid that he might try something else.

It was no secret that Quatre was, out of the five, the easiest one to get along with. Without a second thought
anyone could open up to the blond about their deepest secrets, and the compassion that Quatre showed so selflessly was an attribute that Wufei honored greatly.

"No, but I was thinking about calling Duo over for a movie or something. He was complaining to me last week about how he wanted to watch Transformers in my home theatre." Quatre laughed lightly, but the mirth didn't quite reach his eyes.

Wufei pursed his lips; he almost wanted to cancel his plans with Heero that evening so he could spend time with
Quatre. But he couldn't back out on Heero - as much as he wanted to - so he rubbed Quatre's lower back ffectionately before moving to the table to grab his keys and his cell phone.

"Thank you," Wufei said with a small, genuine smile. Quatre nodded, returning the smile.

"I... Good luck, Wufei. I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead."

Wufei licked his lips apprehensively, flexing his fingers by his side.

"I'll be home at around ten thirty..." he started, but Quatre shook his head and raised a hand.

"It's fine. Duo can keep me company."

That was all it took; if he stayed any longer he was going to do something that would shock both he and Quatre.
Wufei gave a curt nod and left the blond's bedroom, cursing to himself as he walked down the hallway. How could he be so stupid? Quatre. Quatre! He was like everybody's little brother for Christ's sake. But... he couldn't shake the warmth that lingered when they had embraced. He shook his head and ran an anxious hand through his hair; yes, tonight is something that he needed to go through. Quatre was a compassionate soul, and Wufei was not about to take advantage of that.

The car ride to the restaurant wasn't as long as Wufei had wanted it to be, and before he knew it he was handing
the keys to his black Mazda RX-8 to the valet and staring up at the neon sign of the restaurant.

Le Bergerie

A fancy French restaurant was the last place he expected Yuy to pick, but he quelled the butterflies in his stomach as he walked into the door and was met with the hostess.

"Bon soir, how may I help you?" She asked, no accent on her lips but the French pronounced perfectly.

Wufei paused for a moment; was Heero already here? Did he make reservations? Under which name? Resisting the urge to tug on his hair in frustration, the hostess smiled and giggled.

"Ah, so you must be the one." She was a redhead and quite attractive, but the way she was looking at Wufei was
making the Chinese man want to slink away to the nearest exit. Wufei raised a brow instead, and she continued. "Mr. Yuy said you'd be here just on time, and he was right!" Her smile was bright and she gestured with her arm. "This way please, Mr. chang."

Feeling a wave of relief wash over his senses, Wufei let out a soft sigh as he fell in step behind the redheaded
woman. He should have known that Heero would have had everything taken care of. And the way the hostess was
talking, Heero was a loyal customer. Especially the way she said 'Mr. Yuy', it was almost like he was a celebrity.

Which wasn't far from the truth, as most people knew that the Japanese man was a Preventer.

They reached the private, round table that Heero was seated at, and the hostess smiled brightly at both of them
before leaving. Heero stood once he caught sight of Wufei, and for a second 01 almost seemed a bit... apprehensive?

"Yuy," Wufei greeted, bowing a bit and nodding his head. Heero mimicked the gesture and pulled out the plush chair, motioning for the slightly smaller man to seat himself. "This is quite the place. Expensive?"

"Incredibly." Heero said, taking a sip of the water that was in front of him. He must have known what he was going to order, because he didn't pick up the menu when Wufei started scanning his own and looking for something
familiar. After a few moments of silence, Heero's voice was a bit softer when he spoke. "You came."

Blinking, Wufei glanced up at the other ex-pilot from behind his menu. "Of course I came," he said carefully,
slowly, as he raised a brow and regarded Heero's features. The Perfect Soldier was Perfectly Masked, his appearance calm and cool to debauch the faults of his voice. "You invited me; it'd be rude to stand you up."

Prussian raised to meet onyx, and finally Wufei took in Heero's appearance. Yuy didn't take too kindly to dressing up; whenever Relena stuffed him into a tux it was usually shredded or ruined by the end of the night, and one would be lucky to get him in a button-down shirt. But tonight was interesting - faded denim jeans hugged his lower body, belt-less beneath a white button-down shirt. The shirt had silver pinstripes and a silver design on the lower half of it, divided by where the buttons were undone over Heero's midsection. Underneath was what looked like to be a plain white tank top, and brown Puma's adorned the Japanese man's feet.

All in all, Wufei was a bit stunned that Heero had dressed as such for their dinner date.

... Date.

That word clicked in Wufei's head and he blushed a bit, glancing back down at his menu. He also realized that
Heero's silence indicated that 01 wanted him to elaborate on why he came, so he spoke while his eyes raked over the cursive lettering.

"It's rare we get to spend time alone together." Wufei hoped that sentence was enough for the other man, to avoid any more awkward questions. What if he were developing feelings for Heero, but Yuy wasn't even close to reciprocating? That would just be embarrassing and Wufei wouldn't be able to live with himself. It was hard enough that they saw each other on a daily basis and the Chinese man found himself staring a bit more than necessary at the brunet.

But Heero seemed to take the sentence for what it was, and nodded as he took another sip of his drink. Wufei
frowned at the menu, which was half in English and half in French, trying to find something familiar. The waitress came by with a bottle of wine - Charmes Chambertin, Magnien it read - and poured them both glasses before asking if they were ready for order. Heero raised a brow at Wufei, who nodded, figuring he'd just point at something on the menu and call it good. It wasn't that he didn't know French, it was that right now his mind was trying to figure out much more important things that didn't involve champignons or haricots verts.

"I'll have La poitrine de faisan farcie," Heero started, watching as the waitress took down his order. "Avec une
mousese de por et de truffe." The woman nodded and scribbled. "I would also like raviole de marron and petits Légumes d’Automne."

The waitress wrote the order down and turned towards Wufei, who had finally found something that registered in his mind. He didn't even look at the price; he had a feeling Heero wouldn't let him be stingy. He licked his lips and went to speak, mindful of the wonderful way Heero had enunciated everything as if French was his first language.

Wufei knew it well enough, but not like the Japanese man. He blushed as he ordered.

"I will take le tournedos de boeuf et ses pommes dauphine... with terrine de shiitake, petits haricots verts aux
lardons... and a Béarnaise Frie. Please," he added, folding his menu and handing it to the waitress when she was
done handling the order.

"How would you like your steak?"

"As rare as you can give it without violating health codes, please." Wufei requested, and the waitress nodded as
she moved back into the kitchen to hand out the orders.

"Impressive," Heero commented, picking up his wineglass and swirling the burgundy contents before taking a small
whiff of the alcohol. "You have a Southern dialect."

Wufei resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Not everyone is Perfect, you know. Some of us have to actually work hard to get the talents we have."

There was a flash of shock in Heero's eyes, but it passed quickly. "You do well at what you put your mind to,
Wufei. You know that."

Fidgeting a bit with the napkin on the table, Wufei picked up the wineglass and took a sip of the drink, rolling
the fermented taste around on his tongue. It was a good wine, no doubt directly imported, and he appreciated
delicious wine. He glanced over to the ice bucket where the bottle sat to chill, and nodded. Yes, it was definitely good. Most likely expensive, which meant he wouldn't have his own private stash, but he would savor it while he could.

"After dinner I was thinking perhaps we could see a movie," Heero spoke up, as he picked up the daintily folded
napkin from his plate and unceremoniously shook it straight, and then placed it in his lap.

"In a theatre or at a home?" Wufei asked, watching how Heero's hands smoothed the napkin out over his lap.

"I was thinking at my house." Heero took another sip of his wine and glanced up under his lashes to peer at Wufei imploringly. "Would that be sufficient?"

Hah, sufficient. The Perfect Soldier was obviously trying to court Wufei, and it didn't surprise the Chinese man that Heero had no idea how to do it. Well, he had the general outline of it, but the way he was going about it was nothing short of amusing.

"That would be fine," Wufei said, sparing Heero any embarrassment. He wasn't sure if the Japanese man was embarrassed - if he was, he was good at hiding it - but he was going to save face out of courtesy. Besides, watching Heero do something that was completely out of his element was... enticing? Charming. Yes, charming indeed. Wufei smiled behind the rim of his glass and decided that he was definitely glad that he agreed to this date with Heero Yuy.

It was going to prove interesting.

xoxoxoxox

Heero and Wufei had their arms around each other, keeping the other steady as they made their way up the steps to Heero's home. Wufei was giggling intensely, a blush on his cheeks as he chuckled and shook his head.

"No way, she actually did that?" Wufei asked incredulously, using his free hand to cover his mouth to try and stifle his giggles.

"Yeah," Heero was a bit breathless, from trying not to laugh as well as keeping Wufei upright as he fished around in his pocket for his keys. "I was less than pleased."

Wufei snorted and wiped some hair from his face, and as soon as the door opened they both nearly fell through to the other side. Heero caught them both, and it was obvious which of the two were more inebriated. Straightening himself to the best of his ability, Wufei glanced around the entryway through his fuzzy vision, appreciating the simple beauty of Heero's house. It wasn't overly decorated, probably because Heero was hardly there, but there was something about it that dignified it as Heero's. Whether it was the strict cleanliness or the scent of the mans' aftershave the Chinese man didn't know, but it was pleasant. He turned around to make a comment to Heero, but the only thing that left his lips was a distorted giggle as Heero picked him up and easily slung him over his shoulder.

"Be careful, I don't wanna tip over," Wufei said between giggles, his arms flailing a bit before finding purchase on Heero's hips to steady himself.

"You won't fall," Heero said, and Wufei was a bit marvelled that while Heero himself was drunk, he was easily hauling the smaller man up the stairs.

Stairs?

Wufei's confusion was brief, because once they breached the top of the stairs Wufei was set down in a doorway. He turned around to see a bed, a dresser and a few other amenities, and deduced it as Heero's room. He raised a brow; oh, so now he was good enough for a bed? He shook his head and cursed himself - he enjoyed his time with Heero and shouldn't think so caustically. He took a few steps forward and swayed, and then faced Heero with a small smile. The room was... cozy. Something he didn't expect from the Perfect Soldier.

"Is this where the movie is?" Wufei asked, feigning ignorance as Heero stalked closer.

"There's going to be some sort of show," Heero nearly purred, before a hand reached up to tug Wufei by the back of his neck forth for a kiss.

Wufei let himself melt as he got lost in the feeling of Heero's lips, the man's fingers on the nape of his neck massaging lightly and running through his hair. A soft moan rumbled deep in Wufei's chest and his hands rested on Heero's pecs, smoothing over the muscles and starting to work on the buttons of the shirt. It was easily removed and slid down the Japanese man's toned arms, and soon the tank top followed after. It was only a short matter of time before they were both shirtless and backing towards the bed, mouths locked and hands wandering. Wufei's fingers deftly undid the button and zipper of Heero's jeans, and then he pushed 01 to sit on the bed. The Chinese man kneeled between Heero's spread thighs and nuzzled the inside of the brunet's crotch, before he tugged on the denim and released Heero's cock.

It was throbbing and leaking, and onyx eyes widened a bit. He'd never gotten a good look at Heero's member, but now that it was staring him in the face Wufei almost choked on his own spit. That was what had been pounding into him? No wonder it felt like he was getting ripped in half and couldn't walk properly afterwords. Heero was definitely 'above average' in the size department. Wufei licked his lips and then leaned forward, taking the tip into his mouth and applying light suction. Heero's hands instantly found purchase in silky raven hair, and Wufei closed his eyes as he took more of the erection into his mouth. Above him Heero groaned, fingers flexing a bit in their grip, and Wufei took it as a gesture that he was doing well.

In all honesty the Chinese man had never gone down on anyone, and he was a bit apprehensive. The alcohol was encouraging, however, and by the sounds that Heero was making Wufei was feeling quite pleased with himself. His own arousal was hardening in his pants and he moaned around the shaft, Heero's hips pulsating with the pleasure that was obviously boiling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't long before Heero used his grip on Wufei's head to pull the smaller man up, halting his ministrations. A hungry kiss was shared between them as Heero layed back and scooted, putting them both comfortably on the queen sized bed. Wufei straddled the ex-pilot and pulled back, regarding Heero with lust-filled eyes.

Brown hair was mussed and splayed out on the pillow, a light flush on high cheekbones as a toned chest heaved with the pants he was taking in through bruised lips. Prussian eyes were half-lidded, and rough hands reached up to trail fingertips over the lines of Wufei's abdomen. The muscles twitched and seized under the touch, and Wufei let out a shaky breath through his nose as he rolled his hips down against Heero's. They let out twin moans of delight and Wufei bit his lip before he pulled up a bit to take off both his and Heero's pants. Naked and sweating lightly, Wufei pressed their bodies together and, starting at his chest, rolled his spine so that he arched and pulled away erotically in all of the right spots. Heero's hands held his hips, fingers flexing with the need to grip harder, but not doing so in order to let Wufei take control of the power.

Wufei rotated his hips and ground their erections together, his thighs quaking with the effort of keeping his body upright. He bit the inside of his bottom lip and reached his hand behind his body to press a finger to his entrance. He shuddered and pushed the tip past the quivering ring of muscle and let out a moan. Heero's eyes widened in recognition when he realized what the long-haired man was doing, and he let out a groan as he reached his hand underneath his pillow to pull out a bottle of lube. Wufei was too caught up in his masturbating, and he let out a startled moan when Heero's lubed fingers joined his own.

Working together, their hips rocking in tandem, Wufei was soon pushing back onto the fingers - four in all - that were inside of him, stretching out his muscles.

"H-Heero..." Wufei breathed, and he bat Heero's hands away from his body before he moved up to align Heero's dripping cock to his stretched entrance. In one movement he seated himself fully, his legs shaking more than before and his hands splayed on Heero's chest to keep him upright.

"Fuck, Wufei."

It was the first time Heero had done anything other than grunt and moan during their copulation, and Wufei found himself wanting to hear more words coming from the Perfect Soldier's mouth. They were delicious, like liquid candy for his ears as he rocked his hips forward to feel the man's cock slide against his walls. Heero placed his hot palms on the tops of Wufei's thighs, encouraging the Chinese man to move more. But Wufei set up a slow and steady pace, paying special attention to the way Heero's flesh moved against his own; how his thick erection throbbed inside of his body and how the muscles in Heero's arms and abs were clenching to resist slamming Wufei down on top of him. But Wufei finally picked up the pace when a fist enclosed around his bouncing cock, and soon enough the long-haired one was moving with vigor.

"Ngh~" Wufei dropped his head back, spine arching as his hands moved to Heero's thighs to grip at the muscles as he arched his body to make the tip of Heero's cock brush against that amazing spot inside of him. "Ah!" Fingernails dug into Heero's flesh, bringing the blood to the surface as they started up a hurried tempo.

The Japanese man sat up and wrapped his arms around Wufei, effectively flipping them over and sprawling Wufei on his back. Not losing contact with the panting Chinese man, Heero slammed into the prone body beneath him, Wufei arching and wrapping his arms around Heero to bring him closer, smashing their lips together as his body arched. So tight, so hot, so perfectly arousing--

"Wu--" Heero grunted out, fisting Wufei's cock along with his thrusts, bringing them both closer and closer to completion. More strangled and cut-off sentences were spewed from Heero's parted lips, and it didn't take long for Wufei to come. Obsidian on sapphire and both of their bodies tensed, the heat in the room nearly electric with their fire, and they collapsed bonelessly on the bed.

After Wufei's breathing calmed down, Heero pulled himself out of the man's stretched channel and spread out next to him. Wufei stretched his limbs and rolled over to see Heero's eyes closed and his breathing started to even out, and Wufei licked his lips before he sat up and made to get off of the bed.

"Where are you going?"

Heero's voice made Wufei stop, and the Chinese man turned to see Heero's eyes peering up at him through the darkness.

"I don't want to crowd your bed. I should get home." Though he was saying those words, Wufei wanted nothing more than to curl up next to the other man and fall asleep in his arms. But what would Heero do?

"You're still intoxicated. If you drive in that state, I will kill you." Heero's words were even, and Wufei didn't doubt the Perfect Soldier for a second. The brunet moved under the blankets and lifted them in invitation to Wufei, and the Chinese man hesitated for a moment before he crawled in the bed as well.

"Thank you, Heero."

"Hn."

Heero rolled over and Wufei rolled to the opposite direction, staring out the window at the moonless night. In the morning it would definitely be something, to wake up in bed with Heero Yuy, but for some reason he was looking forward to it.

Onyx eyes fluttered closed, and Wufei fell into a dreamless sleep, unaware of the arm that slung over his side a tad possessively.

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A/N: Yahh. I wrote this in Seattle and just got around to editing it today. Sorry for the wait.
Fuck I don't even know where I'm going with this. Aiiiiiisihshshshshsh.

Reviews are love.