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Quatre walks into the office and is surprised to see Wufei’s squared shoulders as he looks down on the colony from the large ceiling-to-floor window. Quatre always hated looking out of it, but Wufei looks good there. As if surveying the land before him.
Wufei doesn’t move when Quatre enters his own office at WEI, but he sees Quatre’s reflection.
“Oh, Wufei,” Quatre greets him, shocked. “Uh, sorry, I wasn’t planning on going out with everyone tonight. Last night was, er, enough fun for me. But I have work to do, so…I think the others are going out for dinner-”
“Let them,” Wufei says, still watching the cars make their way through the curve of the colony. “I’m not interested in going out again. I’m more interested in something else…”
“Oh?” Quatre asks and feels like it would be pompous to sit at his chair, so instead he leans against his desk. “Is there something I can help with?”
A smirk rises on Wufei’s face, which he offers to Quatre, looking at him for a moment, before fixating back on the window. The smirk looks good there, like it’s always been there, hiding behind a million frowns and recently uncovered. Wufei changes his stance, crossing his arms loosely.
“Last night,” Wufei says, “you were watching me.”
“Uh, oh? Um? Was I?” Quatre asks, taken a bit off-guard.
“Yes, you were. I watched you watching me, especially when you thought I wasn’t. And I have to admit, I was surprised. I thought your tastes were fixated towards more… jovial . But…”
Wufei turns his body, the work of art and discipline that it is. His eyes are dark and appraising. “...I was curious.”
Quatre’s still not sure what to say or how to react. He might have been caught. So, does he play into it, or deny it?
To be honest, it was the first time he’s looked. And he would like to put the blame onto Wufei. The few years that they’ve been weaving in and out of each other’s lives in the peripheral, Quatre never felt close to Wufei. But last night, Wufei was poised. He no longer seemed as angry or bitter as he had been during the war.
Wufei had worn a leather jacket. His hair grew out, placed in a loose ponytail. His face lost the baby fat and awkwardness of teenage years. And the way he pulled out his reading glasses, his hands gently holding onto them…Yes, Quatre had looked. Thought there was no harm in looking.
“Curious?” Quatre asks, crossing his own arms and leaning more fully against the desk. “How so?”
Wufei gives him a look of, ‘Don’t play stupid.’ Shamefully, Quatre looks down a moment and tries again, “Okay…Maybe I was looking. You look good. Take it as a compliment, perhaps.”
“And not take it as more than that?” Wufei asks, his tone balancing between arrogance and playfulness. “My, Winner, have you lost your teeth? Business that emasculating?”
Quatre’s face pinches in irritation or perhaps insecurity. “Sorry, besides being a tad rude to an old friend, what are you seeking? An apology?”
Wufei sighs and his eyes return to the window, the little people about their day, and he and Quatre several floors up. “I thought you were the brains of our little group…This view…does it make you feel powerful or like a voyeur? Do you look down and see the people you’re helping or do you look down and wonder what their lives are like?”
“I’d like to think both,” Quatre answers, still defensive.
Wufei chuckles and shakes his head. “You haven’t changed much, have you?”
“I suppose not.”
“I have,” Wufei says softly, “I’ve changed.”
Slowly, he turns again, to Quatre, taking a few steps towards him. Quatre’s still and allows it, remaining confused and wondering what he’s in for.
Wufei stops just a few centimeters from their knees touching. Wufei’s eyes are direct on Quatre when he says, “Maybe besides watching you watching me…I was watching you, too.”
That does takes Quatre by surprise and his face tries to hide it, but his eyes can’t. His mind is racing because Wufei isn’t…Or is he? Quatre was only looking, he hadn’t meant anything by it. But…
“Nothing to say to that?” Wufei asks after a few seconds. “Your gentility or your shock? Figuring out if how you look at me is the same way I look at you?”
Slowly, lithely, Wufei leans forward, hand on Quatre’s desk and body heat colliding with Quatre’s. Quatre can smell his cologne, can see how dark Wufei’s eyes really are, and can feel the muscles of Wufei’s thigh pressed against him. There’s a faint line of a smirk on Wufei’s face like an erased pencil line. Wufei’s voice resonates its way into Quatre’s beating heart, “I do. I do look at you the same…So what are we going to do about it?”
“Why me?” Quatre asks without really meaning to. He doesn’t want to disbelieve whatever this is, but he also doesn’t understand it.
“I’m not interested in people who can’t handle what I want. I can’t waste my time with that.”
Quatre feels like his heart is walking into the lion’s den as he takes a breath and his hand slides up Wufei’s. His voice is lower than he meant when he asks, “And what do you want, Wufei?”
Wufei has an answer that doesn’t have any words, instead he crashes his mouth onto Quatre’s. His thigh pushes between Quatre’s as his mouth is hungry and demanding. His pace commands Quatre to keep up or give up. It’s a challenge. ‘Show me what you’ve got, what you can handle or don’t waste my time.’
And while Quatre is about community and communication and kindness, he has the thrill of competition and provocation as Wufei’s tongue demands his. As Wufies hands clutch at his suit and try to jerk him from his position on the desk.
‘Ah,’ Quatre thinks warmly, no, hotly, melting , ‘He wants me like this. He wants to try to take it from me. This is part of the game. He wants me .’
Because if Wufei wanted to fuck him, it’d be an easy task to push Quatre against the desk instead of pull him. Oh, how interesting. How provocative. Wufei has changed. And maybe he’s changed, too, because he’s ready to meet this challenge.
‘Come and coax me. Try to take my affections, Wufei.’
And Wufei does. His thigh grinds against Quatre’s groin, his hands tug roughly at Quatre’s tie, and his mouth swallows every moan and gasp Quatre makes. Wufei wants and will take when he wants; and Quatre’s more than happy to play along and to eventually give.
Pulling back, they gasp for air as Wufei makes no fumbling attempts to unzip and unbutton Quatre’s pants. There’s an abrupt sound from Quatre as he’s being opened and his cock pulled out. But Wufei’s eyes give a warning. ‘Are you not up for this ?’
“Put down your hair,” Quatre says instead as Wufei strokes him tightly.
“Not. A. Chance.” Wufei counters before stealing another forceful kiss and Quatre can taste blood.
Stroking Quatre with a determined pace, Wufei bites Quatre’s lip hard enough to steal a grunt from Quatre.
Feeling the sting and the adrenaline, Quatre grabs Wufei’s hair and pulls him away. The soft blue eyes are dark and nearly dangerous in their arousal. Wufei hisses as the hand in his hair firmly grips him and those eyes find him. Yes, this is the Quatre Raberba Winner that hardly anyone sees.
“What do you want, Wufei?” Quatre asks.
“What do you think?” ‘Make me want it more.’
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Do you think you could? With your gentle sensibilities-”
Quatre grabs Wufei’s groin, feels the hardness there and squeezes. “I think you don’t have a choice.”
“I could break your wrist,” Wufei counters as he pants from Quatre’s squeezing hand.
“Sure,” Quatre says, easily. “Just walk out. Go ahead…”
Setting his jaw, Wufei doesn’t have a quick retort and Quatre feels a small victory. He won’t tease too much, though. Licking the sore lip, Quatre offers, “Or you could suck me off? Would you want that? Because I can handle that, plus a lot more.”
“You didn’t lock your door. Could you handle the scandal?”
“You really want to stop now?” Quatre asks and loosens his grip of Wufei’s hair. ‘I really want to see it down.’
That smirk finally surfaces fully on Wufei’s red, swollen lips. Again, his answer doesn’t form in words, but in the way he pushes Quatre onto the desk. And the way he lowers his head to suck the head of Quatre’s cock, running his tongue under the foreskin.
Quatre groans, trying not to react too much, but is losing. Losing so much. Because the way that Wufei’s tongue is enjoying him is too interested and too sudden.
He holds Wufei by the ponytail again, allowing himself to keep the pace of what he wants. Wufei takes it as a different question. Slipping back the foreskin and sucking there a moment, he relaxes himself and sets to the question he thinks he’s being asked.
Taking a breath, he slowly lowers his mouth down Quatre’s length, all the way to the base.
It’s not exactly comfortable for Wufei in this position, but the way that Quatre squirms and gasps (and swears!), spurs Wufei on. Carefully, precisely, he starts to deepthroat Quatre. He loves the way it makes Quatre sound. Because it sounds like Quatre’s losing it. The challenge, his mind — Quatre’s absolutely losing it.
And Quatre is. Because this feels like nothing he’s ever felt before. The heat and wetness, the suction and vibrations as Wufei tries to accommodate him. It feels like magic. It feels like stars in his eyes. It feels incredible and far, far too good.
“Oh, God,” Quatre gasps as Wufei pulls back to take a breath and stroke the cock as he prepares himself again. Wufei’s eyes watch Quatre’s as his mouth slowly descends again, sucking the whole length down.
As soon as his lips are to the base of Quatre’s cock, Quatre moans and whispers, “Oh, you’re so good at that. You’re so good. Just like that, oh, Wufei. It’s-...You’re so amazing.”
Wufei pulls back again, slurping his way up and down Quatre’s dick, before breathlessly adding, “You don’t need to say that. I don’t need to hear that.”
“I do,” Quatre says, quiet but direct. “You’re not some casual fuck in my life. You’d never be just some casual fuck in my life.”
Wufei’s eyebrows crickle together like foil, all sharp angles. He wants to disagree in some way. This is just a fuck, just an opportunity. Wufei has needs, so does Quatre. Right?
But maybe he knows, deep down, if he just wanted a fuck, he could have gone to Trowa or anyone else. If he just wanted a fuck, he wouldn’t have gone to the nicest pilot, the softest one, the one who still sends him cards every new year. And maybe it wasn’t just yesterday that he started watching Quatre.
But maybe it was the first time he saw Quatre watching him.
Quatre’s hand touches Wufei’s face, thumb wiping away the excess saliva. “That felt so good, but I didn’t want to come. Can I fuck you? Here? On my desk?”
“Fine, but I’m standing, not being bent over,” Wufei concedes and his eyes are aloof to Quatre. “I’ll lean against the desk.”
“Or we can in front of the window,” Quatre asks gently and his thumb traces Wufei’s lips.
Sucking in Quatre’s thumb, tracing the thumbprint pattern with his tongue, Wufei nods. He stands and chooses. “Let’s do it by the window. Let’s watch the people, hmm?”
Quatre’s smile is between somber and affirming. He kisses Wufei this time, but softer. “I always carry a condom and lube in my briefcase.
“Hmm, I retract my earlier statement. Business isn’t emasculating, it’s sordid,” Wufei quips as he unbuttons and pulls down his black jeans.
Chuckling, Quatre says, “Yes, but not because of this. This isn’t business, just pleasure.”
Quatre fishes out the small tube of lube that almost looks like a medicinal capsule and a condom from a hidden pocket. Glancing back as Wufei continues to undress, he asks, “Shall I undress?”
“No, keep your clothes on. I prefer to be nude during sex.”
“But you don’t want me to be?” Quatre asks curiously, making his way to Wufei and the window.
“No,” Wufei answers, “I like your clothes. You look good in them.”
“Hmm,” Quatre hums and kisses Wufei again, hands ghosting over Wufei’s body. “You look incredible.”
Wufei knows he does, but he can’t help but feel pride when Quatre compliments him. In gratitude, he kisses Quatre, but not like before, he mimics Quatre’s soft and gentle kiss. Like petals of a flower and not the hungry bite of an animal. Arms wrap around Wufei as Quatre envelopes him, leaning into the kiss.
It’s an interesting dichotomy – clothed and nude. Hard and soft. Fast and slow. Direct and coy. Gentle and rough. It makes Wufei hard, thinking of these opposites. Because he finally understands what kind of man he needs. He needs that obviously opposite or contrary force to act as complementary, interconnected. The duality and the paradox of that interrelation are needed in his life.
To make him strong, he needs someone just as strong, but as his opposite. Balanced. In order to become less vulnerable, he needs a man who can absorb his energy and redirect it. He needs someone with as big of an energy as he holds, but as his foil.
Quatre slowly turns him to face the window, watching people going about their night, as Quatre’s hands stroke down his body in their care.
“You’re body is so gorgeous,” Quatre breathes, kissing and licking his way down, kneeling and feeling frisky enough to gently bite the rise of Wufei’s buttock.
Wufei lets out his breath, hands against the cold glass. Just feels, just absorbs this energy. Just allows himself to enjoy Quatre’s hands spreading him and the heat of that mouth on him.
Wufei swears against the glass, steaming it. The lights outside flicker on as Quatre’s mouth and tongue explore him. It’s so careful and indulgent. That mouth is so hot and curious.
Slowly a finger eases in, wet with cold lube, as Quatre bites him again.
“More. You’re putting me to sleep,” Wufei chastises because he’s not used to it like this. It makes him feel like the small and quiet boy he used to be.
“Indulge me,” Quatre says with a little bit of attitude, and enough to warmly resonate in Wufei.
Quatre fingers him with experience and confidence, only vaguely pressing into Wufei’s prostate. Only enough to show Wufei not to complain and the promises of pleasure to come. Smiling the whole time as he prepares Wufei. “Did you…prepare yourself beforehand?”
“What do you think?”
“Hmm, that’s considerate…or perhaps a bit presumptuous.”
“I saw how you looked at me.”
“And how was that?”
“Like you wanted me, obviously.”
“Ah,” Quatre says, withdrawing his fingers and standing again. “But maybe it’s a little more than that…”
Wufei doesn’t want to ask any questions, especially because he’s still pretending he doesn’t have any questions to ask. He’s just here to fuck. He’s just here for someone to cancel him out. He’s just here not to feel so lonely tonight when the rest of the idiots go out and talk about the war fondly.
And he still can’t.
Wufei widens his stance as Quatre kisses his shoulder. Quatre holds Wufei’s leg up, trying to find the right angle to enter. “Sorry,” Quatre apologizes, “I’ve never done it like this.”
“Just shut up and do it. I’ve been waiting.” Wufei sounds testy, but his reflection in the window betrays his words. There’s a blush there on Wufei’s face as this colony begins to darken for the night.
Quatre is slow and steady to press into Wufei, both of them gasping in unison as he begins to fuck Wufei. It’s a few tries to get the right angle and Wufei holds his own leg up until suddenly Quatre’s all the way into Wufei.
Grabbing Wufei by the hips, and Wufei leaning against the glass, one forearm bracing him there, Quatre begins to thrust into Wufei. And it hits just right for both of them. Quatre shivers and pauses, trying to ground himself.
“Don’t fuckin’ stop,” Wufei grunts, pushing back against Quatre.
Quatre slaps his thigh lightly. “We’ve got all night, don’t rush me.”
“If you’re not going to do it right, I’ll show you how.”
Quatre bites Wufei’s shoulder and wraps an arm around Wufei’s waist, thrusting deeper. “Just let me do this and enjoy it.”
Wufei doesn’t want to admit it, but it feels so good, feels so big and so deep. Quatre’s cock is curved just enough to nudge against where it needs to. Wufei feels like he’s on top of the world and in a way he is, getting fucked while people walk down below them, completely oblivious.
Quatre’s pace is earnest and direct, pushing deep in Wufei, first fast and then slow, and then fast again. Like a song, it keeps changing, keeps the baseline and beat. He adapts to Wufei’s breathe and body, playing him like a goddamn fiddle.
“Fuck,” Wufei grunts, still trying to push himself onto Quatre’s cock, thrilled at each thrust and grunt from Quatre. This is what he’s needed for a while. Someone to fuck him silly, someone to ignore all the bullshit and just fuck him.
Suddenly Quatre pulls Wufei into his lap, thrusting hard, hard enough that Wufei’s seeing stars and struggling to breathe. No more little snarks, no more barbs, Wufei is shaking and gaping for air as Quatre fucks him so rough and fast — just like he’s wanted. Just like his kiss was.
It’s hard to hold Wufei like this and pound so fast into him, but the sounds Wufei’s making is incredible. Quatre can feel each quiver of when he hits Wufei just right and it’s intoxicating. Wufei is intoxicating. How could anyone not want him? How could someone not “handle” his desires? Quatre could do this again, could do this in so many ways and so many places. He could make Wufei come a hundred times and it’d never be enough. Not when Wufei’s grunting and moaning like that.
“Shiiiiiit,” Wufei hisses, spouting something in Mandarin like a plea. Jerking his own cock, he can’t even get the words to his mouth that he’s coming. He just does, in a whirlwind, in a blinding explosion of oxytocin and dopamine. He does, louder than he or Quatre expected. Shaking like chasm opening.
In the chaos of Wufei’s orgasm, Quatre reaches his own, gasping against Wufei’s back. He shudders against Wufei, stumbling a bit as his legs shake. He gulps for breath, tries to calm his pounding heart, and not fall over.
And they stay there, leaning onto each other for support, heaving for air and shaking like a fever.
With a sigh, Quatre pulls out and Wufei presses his face against the cool glass of the window. As Quatre wordlessly pulls off the condom and goes to throw it out, he keeps glancing back at Wufei. He hates how good Wufei looks, how soft and gentle he looks now.
Quatre’s tongue traces the tear on his lip that Wufei made as he continues to watch Wufei.
Coming closer, he confesses to Wufei, “You know, I don’t really look out the window. Not at the people. Not at the colony. In response to your question from earlier – do I feel powerful looking out or do I envy them – the answer is neither. I’m not above them, nor am I part of them, but I don’t envy it. I prefer to see people face-to-face rather than from these heights.”
“I don’t see them at all,” Wufei confesses, closing his eyes. “I don’t have the right to. Either way.”
Wufei sighs and peels himself from the window. He begins to pick up his clothes. For some reason, he seems somber to Quatre. Almost regretful.
As Wufei dresses silently, Quatre puts himself away and zips up. It’s awkward. They both don’t know how to extend this. But Quatre’s much better than Wufei is at this sort of thing.
“You know,” Quatre says to the silence, nodding to the clock, “It’s the end of my work day.”
“Ah,” Wufei responds, wondering if that means round two.
“And the others are going to a bar, which really isn’t my scene,” Quatre adds, trying to spell it out. “But there’s this charming little pita wrap place near here…and I’ve worked up a bit of an appetite, so…”
Finally Wufei understands and that small hint of smirk rises. “So, you’re saying that what we did was too exhaustive for you?”
“Hardly,” Quatre jokes and smiles. “But maybe…maybe I should replenish my strength?”
Wufei slips his hands in his pockets, a shy smile tickling his sour face. “I guess I could make sure you at least get there unscathed since you’re so depleted.”
“Ah, thank you, Wufei. I’m in your debt,” Quatre says, nodding towards the door. They begin to depart together, Quatre turning off the light of his office; the window now black and empty, but the future full of stars.