So Amazing

A/N: I obviously don't own the song that inspired this fic, "Amazing" by Kanye West.

I just had the urge to write out some hot smut. Heero and Wufei are my puppets.

xoxox

He couldn't take it anymore. Not with the way the Chinese pilot was using his body so casually, completely unaware of the effect he could have on anyone that was studying him the way that Heero was. Those long graceful fingers that ran along his jawline while he was in thought, elegant and pristine fingernails raking against the bronze skin idly. The way that onyx eyes would narrow while he read over a mission report that required a bit more thought, fine brows working to make different expressions flit over the exquisite features. Full lips parted so a pink tongue could dart out and moisten the flesh on instinct, and a few wisps of raven hair danced around his features, his hair starting to sport the wear of the day.

By the time Wufei punched out, Heero was antsy. It wasn't a good thing for 01 to be any sort of anxious, his nerves frayed and almost fried with the directions that his mind had been running all day. His cubicle was a metaphorical cage for the animalistic lust that was rushing through his system.

The Perfect Soldier, Heero Yuy, was at his wit's end.

And he needed to remedy the situation immediately.

xoxox

Wufei punched out on the time clock, letting out a sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. It hadn't been a hard day by any means, but if Duo turned in another report that had doodles in the margin, he was going to take a ballpoint pen and start doodling all over the braided ex-pilot. And in all honesty, though the revenge was quirky and so unlike the Chinese man, he felt that he would find such gratification in it.

But in hindsight, he decided, Duo would probably enjoy it and turn it around, telling Wufei to become a tattoo artist or something. And that simply wouldn't do.

His fingers rolled the sleeves of his button-up shirt back down to his wrists, though he left the cuffs unbuttoned. He couldn't wait to get home and strip into a pair of sweats and get comfortable with a nice hot cup of tea and a book. He really should go to bed at such a late hour; he was the last person to leave the building, after all. But he just couldn't. He had bought a new book the previous day and it was so enthralling that he almost couldn't put it down.

With his mind on the book waiting innocently on the kitchen table of his apartment, Wufei let out a startled gasp as hands reached out from the darkness of the hallway and pulled him into an empty office. Hair on edge and his mind screaming at him, Wufei cursed at himself as he found his body pinned tightly against the shut and locked door by a very solid - but small - form.

"What--"

Nothing more came out of his mouth when a hand covered it, ceasing any more words. Prussian eyes glared coolly from the darkness of the unoccupied room, and Wufei's heart rate slowed down as Heero's features were made out by his trained eyes in the dark room. A sigh of relief almost left the Chinese man's lips, but the only noise to escape his lungs was a startled gasp as lips pressed hungrily against his own.

Obsidian eyes widened for a moment as his mind caught up with the situation. Heero Yuy had Wufei pinned against a door in an abandoned office, in the dark, after hours, and was currently trying awfully hard to molest the Chinese man through his clothes. Elegant hands raised to rest on a firm chest, fingers gripping the material of Heero's shirt in an indecisive gesture, not sure if he wanted to push the man away or pull him closer.

Being roughly the same size, when Heero pulled away their noses were even and their lips were still a hairsbreadth apart. Onyx peered into sapphire questioningly, and Heero growled as he emphasized his point, the hands he had on Wufei's shoulders pushing the Chinese man harder against the surface of the door before a hungry mouth attacked Wufei's once again.

This time Wufei let out a moan, his mind trying to figure out why Heero was doing this to him, and where the heck had the Perfect Soldier learned how to kiss like that!? Flexing his fingers in Heero's shirt Wufei finally pulled the man closer, tilting his head and parting his lips to the kiss. A tongue swept into his mouth and dominated him completely, making his knees weak and a small whimper come from the back of his throat.

Never in a million years would Wufei ever imagine he'd be molested after hours by Heero Yuy. Why was just one matter, how was another... how long was prevalent but Wufei didn't want to test the waters at this moment. The way Heero was moving against him was awakening something inside of the Chinese man's body and he rocked his hips forward to meet Heero's, the Japanese man growling and reaching a hand up to pull the elastic from Wufei's hair. As soon as the locks were freed Heero knotted his fingers at the base of Wufei's skull, yanking it back and knocking it against the door, making Wufei wince in a bit of pain before his lips connected to the bronze skin exposed to his hungry mouth.

A moan tore from Wufei's gasping mouth as his hands moved to find purchase on Heero's hips, rocking into the man once again as he felt teeth break the flesh on the column of his neck. The warmth of the bit of blood that trickled from the fresh wound made Wufei shudder, and Heero's rough and demanding hands all over his body had the Chinese man so hot he was panting for air and feeling his forehead perspire. In a swift movement Heero grabbed Wufei by the hips and turned them around, bending the other Asian man over the unused desk. Hand still gripping Wufei's hair, almost as a primal act of dominance, Heero used his other hand to fumble and pull Wufei's pants down to his ankles before kicking the tanned man's ankles apart.

"Ngh, Heero," Wufei ground out, shaking his head and pulling away from the harsh grip on his scalp. He wasn't sure quite how he got into this vulnerable position, and he was a bit perturbed as to how incredibly aroused he was by the fact that Heero was dominating him so deliciously.

A growl was Yuy's response, fingers gripping Wufei's hips so hard they were bound to leave bruises.

Animals, monsters... it was amazing. The raw intensity of what they were doing and how they were doing it was swallowing Wufei up whole, and he was afraid that once it was over he was going to want to do it again. They were beasts, clawing at each other once Wufei stood to yank at Heero's shirt and toss it to the floor. Their mouths met, teeth gnashing together in their ferocity to claim the other's mouth, nails scraping over flesh and leaving angry red marks, catching on nipples and sensitive hips. Heero's pants were soon on the floor as well, the Japanese man making quick work of the rest of Wufei's clothes.

Both completely naked and still connected at the mouths, Heero reached around to grab at Wufei's ass and knead the flesh greedily, feeling it clench and relax beneath his fingers. A ragged moan passed between them, origin unknown, and Heero used the leverage to pick up the sleight Chinese pilot and perch him on the desk. Leaning back on his elbows Wufei spread his legs instinctively, Heero moving between them as his mouth attacked 05's collar bone to leave violent purple marks. The room was heating up and Wufei dropped his head back as Heero's chest brushed over his erection, the Chinese man's hips lifting up to try and get more friction on his engorged member.

A rough hand encircled the flesh and gave a solid pump, and Wufei's eyes closed as his hips quaked again. He knew what was going to happen, his body knew and it was tensing nervously, but everything was so clogged by lust that Wufei didn't even notice the first finger enter. But when the second one did, accompanied by a cold slippery substance, Wufei grit his teeth and let out a hiss, his stomach coiling tightly and gut wrenching with the sensation. Sure, he'd masturbated like this before, but having someone else do it was so much better. To not know what the fingers were going to do next--

"Oh, fuck," Wufei's hand shot out to tangle his fingers in chocolatey locks when he felt the fingers brush over his prostate at the same time Heero's mouth engulfed his cock. Feeling overloaded as the coil grew hot and tight in his stomach, his body started to shake and his breathing get uneven -- and then everything was gone. Slightly relieved that he hadn't come so soon, but feeling empty without the fingers, Wufei opened his eyes just in time to watch Heero slather his erection with the lubricant the Japanese man conveniently had.

To see those Prussian eyes hooded with lust, to watch the usually precise and steady hands shake as they grabbed at the Chinese man's hips; Wufei licked his lips and reached up to pull Heero down for another kiss. It was slower and more sensual than the mouth-fucking they had previously engaged in, passionate and full of a bit of promise. The electricity that shot through Wufei's body with the kiss was a bit of a surprise; to think that he was going to be with Heero, the Perfect Soldier, the most handsome man Wufei had ever laid eyes on... Wufei's body heated up instantly again and he keened in the back of his throat, making Heero let out a shuddery breath as the blunt tip of his cock pressed against Wufei's slick opening.

In one swift thrust 01 was seated within the Chinese man, Wufei's head dropping back and a howl of pleasure leaving his throat as Heero buried his face in the crook of the pliant man's neck. The pain of being torn inside and out so suddenly was definitely present, but Wufei thought it was delicious, his body squirming to try and take more of the impressive erection within him.

"Damnit Yuy, move."

It didn't need to be repeated, Heero pulling out nearly all the way and slamming back into the raven-haired man brutally. The desk jolted with the force and Wufei's hands gripped at Heero's biceps, clinging onto the other man as he was fucked into the surface of the wood beneath him. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the area, punctuated by Wufei's whimpers and curses, along with Heero's heavy breathing and occasional gutteral sounds of pleasure. Wufei's own erection was bobbing along with the movements, the tip leaking with precum that strung along to his stomach where the head was repeatedly bumping against his abdomen.

Heero's hands moved from Wufei's hips to the backs of the Chinese man's knees, pushing them up. In order to not slide back on the desk Wufei's hands moved to the edge of the wood, gripping as Heero pushed his legs up and towards his chest, changing the angle and lifting Wufei's hips a bit. The new depth at which is cock drove into the tight channel hit directly where they both wanted it to, and Wufei's back arched impossibly as his vision blanked for a moment. It felt like there were electric currents running from his fingertips to his toes, his body convulsing and feeling more alive than ever before. It wasn't long before the heat pooled in his stomach and the electricity completely shocked his whole frame, Wufei going taut as a bow and stilling as his orgasm washed over his body.

With the clenching of his inner muscles it only took Heero a few more pumps to finish as well, and when they were both sated they stayed in that position for a few moments, Wufei's legs slowly lowering to a more comfortable position. Both panting heavily, their eyes locked and Wufei couldn't resist the small smile that played on his lips.

"Amazing." He whispered, and Heero merely smirked before disentangling himself from the Chinese man and cleaning up, re-dressing and handing Wufei his clothes. Right when Wufei was getting ready to ask a few questions, he was silenced by Yuy's mouth on his own, and a firm squeeze to his ass.

"You deserve an applause." Heero spoke for the first time in their encounter, and then clapped Wufei on the ass a bit possessively.

A bit startled by the spoken words and the silent claim, Wufei merely blinked and watched as Heero left the dark office and slipped into the night.

Whatever had just happened had been the most erotic experience of his life, he decided as he used a sock to clean up the drying semen from his chest. Perhaps Heero would lose control a bit more often...

The Chinese man smiled and flipped his hair over his shoulder, glad that his little ploy to capture the Japanese man's attention had worked.

Well, needless to say, 'worked' was an understatement.

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A/N: Just wanted to write shameless PWP. Had an itch to write out some porn. It was gonna be a bit deeper to go better with the song but... ehhhh. Lazy. x] Review? Maybe you'll get a sequel~