How to get in between the rock and the hard place

DISCLAIMER: Due to a failed summoning attempt I am now in possession of one demented winged demon Duo who flies around trying to kill me when he is done corrupting me with these horrible plot bunnies. He also would like point out that I did not get the real GW boys so I can never /ever/ possibly make monies from this. Also if there happens to be somewhere in the world a club by the name of "The Building" or anyone other place that happens to have the same name or concept it was not intentionally used and is as previously stated /still/ not making any money from it. If you sue me you will only get a huge amount of debt which I would happily hand over if you would only ask.

A/N:: Well, here we are my dears. I have finally gotten my rear end off of my comfort zone and I am attempting another GW fic. I wanted to show my readers that I can do something other than dark and morbid. I will write lemons! I will! *scowl* I have no idea where this is going because for once I have not planned it out so we will just see how this goes, ne? This is a 2x3x5 or any other combination Duo-Muse can come up with fic so enjoy!

The beat of the music resonated with in his soul. If he closed his eyes he could see the story it spelled out. If he moved just so, he could intemperate a small part of it. If he let himself,  his heart could be lost in it. But he would not allow to it happen. Because when he opened his yes the story dissolves into mist. When he stops moving the interpretations is lost. If he let his heart be lost, then he would never find it again. So instead he moves past the hypnotic music coming from the building deemed “The Building” all for the sake of his sanity. The Building has been praised as the hottest club, in the entire state of Washington with 5 floors of clubbing all ranging from, country, Goth, rock, jazz, and just flat out dance. Each floor specifically designed to entice and capture you into the spider web of money, lust, and alcohol with elite sound proof technology that enables you to set off a bomb and the only way the other occupants  of the building finds out, is there is suddenly no floor at all. He should know because he built the damn thing. The building not the bomb, by the way.

Introductions are in order I do believe. Meet Wufei Chang leading architect and contractor in today’s cut throat society. He has designed and built 15 buildings in 4 different states all of which are so unique that others would die to get their hands on his mind. His latest conquest The Building was a tidy 2 million project that Wufei humbly accepted 20 percent of. He deserved it too. He is a genius graduated top of his class from college and everything he has touched has been gold.

Except for his life.

Wufei is 28 and still a virgin. Many would think that he has been too busy creating his empire to get lost in someone else’s body for a night. Others say he is saving himself for the right person and a few theorize that he is just too damn picky. All of these people would be ones who have never met Wufei, mind you. Because if you had met him the reason why he is still a virgin is stunningly clear.

Wufei Chang is an asshole.

He views life so shrewdly and undeniably mercilessly that no one can stand his presence for more than necessary. Even the most shallow of people are enthralled by his 6’2 frame corded with well-earned muscles from hours of Tai Chi and Judo are cut down by scathing remarks. If one could manage to sew his mouth shut, it would be easy to get lost in his body and strength despite the shoulder length ink black hair that inspires a softer image except for him keeping it in a harsh, tight pony tail at the nape of his neck. To this day no one has managed to find anything to keep him silent about his opinions of anything and everything.  Even if a miracle of all miracles happened and you could manage to shut him up, his pitch black almond shaped eyes would still inform you of how incompetent he thinks you are.

There are no known reasons why Wufei is so heartless to those around him. He had a simple childhood raised in a traditional Chinese household with a father and mother. Who raised their son in love that only he would recognize. It is not even because they passed away when he was still in college that you could surmise the cause of his atrocious attitude. Because he was just as ruthless before they died. He was not abused, swindled, or let down. He hasn’t even succeeded in everything he did so there is also no reason for him to be so arrogant. Just that he is.

It is not for lack of trying that he is still without a love life. Many have strived and ultimately failed in their pursuits of getting in his pants. Men and women alike have fallen short by football fields lengths. Until the day he met a group of men that changed him. Or is it that he who changed them? How bout I let you be the judge of that.

So we start with the story of Asshole Extraordinaire meets Oh Silent One and The Exuberant Homicidal Lover and how they fell together after the fateful event of a flying shoe.

Have I caught your attention yet?