So Amazing

A/N: Rabblerabblerabblerabbleangstangstangst.



While in Seattle I found the Special Edition Gundam Wing Endless Waltz DVD... for $8. I jizzed in my pants.



I think I\'ll be doing fanart for this story pretty soon.



Being overcome with apathy, I find, is the easiest way to pump out chapters. Huzzah?



xoxoxoxox



Wufei stirred in his sleep, his internal alarm clock waking him up at promptly six a.m.; his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light that was filtering in through the curtains of the window. Odd, last time he checked there were blinds on his window... The Chinese man\'s eyes blinked into awareness and he shot board straight, onyx eyes taking in the room that he had slept in. Sparse decorations, neatly organized - his breathing relaxed and he slouched a bit, rubbing his forehead as a headache made itself apparent. He glanced over to his left where Heero was laying, now awake most likely due to Wufei\'s minor freak out.



"Morning," Heero said gruffly, scooting up a bit against the headboard, the blankets pooling around his waist. He lifted a hand to rake fingers through his wild hair, his features completely awake.



"Neh," Wufei flopped back onto the bed and rolled over to face Heero, one hand under his tan cheek and the other resting on the mattress lazily. "For once I just want to go back to sleep."



The brunet chuckled lightly, and Wufei felt his chest tighten a bit at the sound. Heero didn\'t laugh often, and when he did it was usually a terse sound that didn\'t reach his eyes. Wufei found himself wanting to hear more of it, and a soft smile spread on his lips as he regarded the Perfect Soldier. If one month ago you told Wufei that he would be eventually sleeping with, and waking up in the same bed as, his long-time crush, he would scoff and call you crazy. But this morning he was finding himself incredibly pleased with the outcome of recent events. Even if Yuy was in it for the physical release, Wufei was going to relish it and do with it what he could.



Ever since the war had ended Wufei had started to see things in a different light. Duo suddenly wasn\'t so annoying, Trowa wasn\'t so silent, Quatre wasn\'t such a mother hen, and Heero wasn\'t such a stiff. Wufei himself was loosening up a bit, agreeing to go out for drinks with his friends, and even expanding out of the small circle of friends he surrounded himself with. Even talking to strangers on the street when they engaged him in conversation - he could recall when Duo experienced this for the first time, and the Chinese man could rightly say that he had to physically shut the American\'s gaping mouth.



Rolling onto his stomach, Wufei tucked his arms under the pillow he was resting on and closed his eyes with a peaceful sigh. A hand came into contact with his back and he tensed briefly, before remembering that Heero was in bed with him, and then let out another sigh as the strong hand started to caress his skin softly. He didn\'t know that Heero was capable of a touch other than needy and controlling, but the gentleness was nice. Much nicer than Wufei anticipated.



A barely audible purr left the long-haired man\'s throat and he stretched lazily, the smile on his lips small but evident. Another chuckle came from Heero\'s lips and Wufei purred again in his pleasure at the sound, and the hand that was trailing over his back moved up to run nimble fingers through his raven locks.



"Nhhh..." Wufei let out a noise that was a cross between a moan, sigh, and a purr, and moved his head to nuzzle into the fingers. He felt the bed shift beneath him and was a bit surprised when he felt the length of Heero\'s body against his own, and he exhaled softly out of his mouth to control his breathing. Heero\'s lips skimmed over tan flesh, down Wufei\'s spine and back up again. Such gentle touches weren\'t exactly expected of the Perfect Soldier, and Wufei was almost afraid that if he twitched wrong the moment would be ruined and the cold-eyed man would return.



He was enjoying the affection.



His body tingled delightfully when Heero\'s fingertips traced over the cleft of his ass, which was slowly being exposed to hungry Prussian eyes. His skin trembled a bit underneath the touches, and wherever his fingertips left a moist tongue was there to follow.



"Heero..." Wufei sighed out, and he heard another chuckle from the Japanese man. The sound went straight to Wufei\'s crotch - right after it struck throug his heart - and Wufei licked his lips before he shifted non-too-subtly.



Warm hands lifted his hips a bit and he felt a pillow placed beneath his pelvis, and when strong hands parted his cheeks to expose his entrance, he blushed lightly. All of their fucks had been in the dark or in a situation where they didn\'t have a good look at each other, and to have Heero\'s eyes feasting on the sight before him made Wufei just a bit bashful. Hot breath ghosted over his entrance and Wufei shivered despite himself, and soon he felt Heero\'s tongue probing gently. Back arching and fingers fisting into the sheets, Wufei let out a ragged moan and lifted his hips a bit to the mouth that was rimming him beautifully.



"Nh~ ah, Heero--"



His moans were cut off when said tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscle and tasted him fully, and Wufei saw stars behind his eyelids at the administrations that were slowly turning his muscles into jelly. A finger accompanied the tongue in his passage and his body tensed before melting, and then Heero\'s other hand moved beneath the pillow and started stroking Wufei\'s growing erection.



"Hee... ro..." Wufei panted, rocking his hips. The pleasure was building up in his belly and his nerves felt like thy were fizzling out, like fire was going to burst from the tips of his fingers. His chest heaved, his face buried in the pillows; the sensual act of Heero behind him pleasuring him was almost too much.



Moving up a bit onto his elbows, spreading his ass cheeks further apart to expose more of himself to the hungry Japanese man, Wufei\'s back arched and his hips rolled. Forth into the hand that was wrapped around his cock, and back onto the tongue that was trying to eat him alive. His body was shuddering with the sensations, and it wasn\'t long before the hot coil released inside of him, a cry falling from his parted lips as his cum shot in ropes onto Heero\'s hand and leaked onto the blanket. He collapsed bonelessly onto the bed and felt Heero shift, and when Wufei turned his head to glance at the ex-pilot, his throat went dry as he watched Heero laving at his cum-stained fingers.



Groaning, Wufei buried his face in the pillow once again, feeling his arousal returning. Seeing Heero\'s tongue lick up the sticky fluid like it was a sweet candy was too much. Sitting up and reaching out towards the brunet, Wufei pulled the man in for a torrid kiss that seemed to surprise the Japanese man. He nearly devoured Heero\'s mouth, tasting himself on the other\'s tongue and finding it all the more erotic. Wufei moved to lay over the slightly taller man, keeping their lips locked as his hand moved between them to wrap around Heero\'s cock. He was a bit surprised when Heero\'s legs parted, but he tossed any thoughts out of the window as he settled himself between the powerful thighs and rocked his hips forward. Their erections met and rubbed together, Wufei\'s breath coming out in a harsh pant. Heero\'s legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him forward, and Wufei\'s cock hit the tight entrance of the Japanese man.



Getting the hint and not wanting the moment to pass, Wufei forced a hand between them to put a spit-coated finger to Heero\'s anus, rubbing light circles around it before pushing in. Heero hissed and arched his back, his ankles crossing to bring Wufei closer to him.



"Fuck me, Chang."



The demand went straight to Wufei\'s dick, and it didn\'t take a second thought for Wufei to remove his finger and slam his erection into the beautiful body beneath him. Heero\'s tight heat engulfed him and the base of Wufei\'s spine felt like it was on fire, his whole body trembling from taking the Japanese man. Hunching over, his breath leaving him in erratic pants, sweat forming on his forehead, Wufei let out a barely contained moan as Heero\'s eyes squeezed shut and his body convulsed.



"Move."



That one word was all it took for Wufei to pull out and thrust in shallowly, his body on overload. He\'d hardly had time to recover from his first orgasm of the morning, and to be plowing into the hot body beneath him was almost overkill. One hand rested on Heero\'s hip, the other tweaking nipples and skimming over a leaking cock, his vision fading occasionally when the pressure in his testicles built up. Fucking Heero like this was something he\'d never imagine to happen, and though he wasn\'t a permanent sub, the thought alone of topping the Perfect Soldier was almost enough to get his rocks off. Grunting almost in unison, Wufei fisted Yuy\'s cock and snapped his hips to piston into the tight channel, Heero\'s back arching and his jaw dropping in a silent \'o\' of pleasure, his hands fisting violently into the sheets.



The sound of the sheets ripping with Heero\'s grip brought Wufei closer to the edge, and when he opened his eyes to regard Heero\'s body beneath him, his heart nearly stopped when Prussian eyes locked on his own. It took that split second for Wufei\'s body to lose complete control, stiffening with his climax as his seed pumped into Heero\'s body, the other man stilling in his orgasm as well.



Once again Wufei collapsed, being careful not to squash the man beneath him. He breathed deeply and pulled out of the man\'s channel carefully, wincing at the blood that accompanied his cum. But Heero didn\'t seem bothered at all, as they both adjusted on the bed and basked in the afterglow. After a few moments Heero sat up and moved into his bathroom, the sound of water running briefly before the brunet returned with a damp cloth. He sat on the bed and reached to clean off Wufei\'s chest and hands as well as his groin, and then cleaned himself in the same manner before tossing the rag into the hamper. He sat against the headboard once more and glanced over at the clock, and Wufei\'s gaze followed as well.



8.23



They had been fucking for over two hours. Wufei blinked and chuckled, running a hand through his hair and laying back on the bed and closing his eyes briefly. That was... amazing, really. As rough and brutal as their sex was, there was something undoubtedly satisfying about it, something that Wufei never thought he would enjoy. He stretched out his limbs lazily and curled on his side, and on impulse reached out to caress Heero\'s thigh gently.



Yeah, he could probably get used to this.



But, he was afraid that he might get too used to it.



xoxoxoxoxox



On saturday night everyone amassed at Quatre\'s house, per his request. They were dressed casually and had a light, amiable air about them, and the night in general was relaxed. The Winner Estate was filled with a delicious aroma in the air, and Wufei found his mouth watering with the scents. It had been a while since he had a good home-cooked meal; his rice and fish portions every night at his apartment alone were only tolerable for so long.



When he entered the mansion he was directed to the sitting room, where Duo was loudly claiming his dominance in a video game that was up on Quatre\'s big screen. The braided man was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the television, and Trowa was on the couch behind him, watching on in mild amusement. Quatre was shaking his head and offering drinks and snacks, and Heero was seated in a recliner, looking surprisingly relaxed.



"Ah, Wufei!" Quatre smiled brightly and offered a glass of sparkling champagne to the Chinese man, who accepted it with a smile in return.



"Good to see you," Wufei said, even though they had seen each other not two days previous for the wardrobe help. He glanced over at Trowa who had a wan smile on his face and nodded his greeting, and then resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Duo paused his game and slung an arm around the stiff man\'s shoulders.



"\'Ey, Wu-man! Fashionably late eh?"



Wufei scoffed lightly, "Someo of us have lives that don\'t revolve around Quatre\'s home theatre system and video games."



Duo wasn\'t the least bit put out. "Says you, man. You should try it out!" Flipping around to get back to his game, Wufei had to duck as a swinging braid nearly whipped him in the face.



Quatre laughed softly and shook his head, setting the silver platter down on the coffee table and glanced around at his friends. It was no secret that though the President of the Winner Empire was successful in his work and businesses, that he missed his friends. And of course the ex-pilots would do anything to help out the blond, any time, any place. Which is why whenever Quatre decided to have one of these dinners, the men dropped all of their plans and cancelled everything in order to spend the night with their beautiful Arabian. Spending time with him was always enjoyable, and usually none of them wanted to leave the next morning, but alas life was tough shit and they had to get back to it eventually.



Wufei seated himself on the couch next to Trowa, sipping on his champagne and watching Duo\'s character on the screen kill off zombies. Trowa shifted and Wufei glanced over, feeling more than seeing the emerald eyes fixed on him.



"...yes?" Wufei asked, a bit softly so that none of the other boys could hear.



"You look good." That was all Trowa said, simply, before he turned back to watching Duo happily save the world from the undead.



A light blush dusted over Wufei\'s cheeks and he averted his eyes, taking another sip of his champagne. Why did he look so good? He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt from some trendy department store, and leather flip flops. His hair was up in a higher ponytail, the heat of the summer making it irritable to have the mass of raven locks resting on his neck and shoulders in the low ponytail he usually had it in. Toeing off his sandals he brought his feet up to the couch and tucked them under himself, sitting comfortably and sipping on his drink; Quatre sat down next to him and Wufei smiled warmly.



"Doing well, Quatre?" Wufei asked.



Quatre smiled and nodded, his demeanor quite cheery. "Quite well indeed, Wufei, thank you. What about yourself? How did your date go?"



Wufei\'s blush returned and darkened a bit, and he shrugged. "It was good, really enjoyable."



Duo glanced over his shoulder, raising a brow incredulously at the Chinese man. "Wufei? Date? Huh?" He paused the game yet again and crawled over to the couch on his hands and knees, peering at Wufei surreptitiously. "Not only that, it seems the stick in your ass has been removed. You sick?" Duo reached up to place a hand on Wufei\'s forehead, and the Chinese man batted the hand away with irritation.



"I\'m not sick. Is it illegal for me to be in high spirits?" He asked gruffly, glaring daggers at Duo, who merely shrugged.



"I think it\'s illegal for you to go out on a date. The poor girl\'s probably scarred for life!" He laughed and sat back, rubbing the back of his head. "Unless she lost a bet and had to go out with you, then I can only pity her!"



Wufei reached forward and flicked Duo none-too-gently on the forehead. "For your information it was with a man, and he asked me out of his own volition."



Duo\'s eyes widened a bit as he looked at Wufei, head tilted in confusion. Much like a puppy, Wufei thought.



"Guy musta been brain-dead," Duo finally concluded, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding, as if his point were made and it was un-arguable.



"Last time I checked, Maxwell, my brain was performing well over average in all circumstances."



All eyes turned on Heero; one pair mildly intrigued, one amused, one averting quickly with a blush, and one utterly flabbergasted.



"You asked \'Fei out on a date!?" Duo nearly shrieked, the disbelief running through his mind obvious.



Quatre giggled behind his hand, Trowa\'s smile widened a bit, and Wufei blushed bright red.



"Is it so hard to believe that someone would want to date me!?" He asked, frustration and insult apparent as his own arms crossed over his chest in a huff.



"It\'s not, Wufei, like I said anyone would be lucky to have you for company," Quatre assured the Chinese man, placing a placating hand on Wufei\'s arm.



Trowa merely hid his laugh behind his hand and then cleared his throat before taking another drink of his champagne, before standing to refill everyone\'s glasses.



"Duo, by your reaction one could deduce that you might even be jealous that Wufei had a date, and you... didn\'t," Trowa said casually as he finished topping off Heero\'s glass, before setting the champagne in the ice bucket and sitting down once again.



The braided man in question sputtered a bit before he flailed his arms in exasperation, tipping his head back and downing the entire glass of champagne in one swig. Four sets of eyes watched in mild horror at the consumption of the beverage, and only one pair of eyes rolled.



"Everyone acts like it\'s so impossible for me to want a relationship," Wufei grumbled, swirling his own bubbly drink around a bit.



"Is it a relationship you\'re looking for?" Quatre inquired, and at the question Wufei blushed darkly and froze.



Shit, he\'d forgotten that Heero was right there, and they were still on the subject that the pair went out on a date.



"Well," Wufei started, licking his lips and taking a long chug of his drink. "Companionship, really." He glowered over at Duo. "Since someone seems to think it\'s so impossible for me to be in a relationship, perhaps it\'s true."



Quatre sighed and shook his head, "Don\'t listen to Duo, you know he doesn\'t mean it. I\'m sure you\'d make a great boyfriend." The blond beamed, and Wufei wanted to believe him. Moreover, he wanted the conversation to be done.



"Yeah." Wufei glanced over to Heero, who\'s eyes were on the game that Duo had resumed playing. One would assume that his attention was where his eyes were, but Wufei could feel the Japanese man\'s peripheral vision lingering on him.



The cook poked his head into the room and announced that dinner was ready, and Wufei all but leapt from the couch to head into the kitchen. Finally, a break. He didn\'t like everyone analyzing what kind of bachelor he was, let alone what kind of boyfriend he\'d beb, and was thankful that dinner came in the nick of time. The five men seated themselves around the table and started to dish up, the previous conversation falling to the back of everyone\'s mind as they started to chat about other things.



Though, Wufei thought as he glanced across the table at Heero, who looked like he was about to pull out his favorite gun. Though he supposed that he too wondered what kind of boyfriend he would be.



Maybe he\'d get the chance to find out, and maybe that chance was coming soon.



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A/N: lolololol still don\'t know what the hell is going on.

Fughghghgguguguh.



Reviews still make me happy. :] So far there\'s been a lemon in each chapter. Wonder how long I\'ll be able to keep that up.



I need to sleep now. Eeeeeeep.