A/N: For the Accidental Sex Prompts, this request was from Luvsanime02 (my Ro), for "I didn't know you were a sub and when I called you a good boy you almost cried" sex with 2x5 (although I was VERY tempted to go for the Mx5. Maybe another fic lol).
A/N2: And THANK YOU Ro, being being such an amazing beta reader.
A/N3: Title from the song by Andrew MacMahon
Warnings: angst, language, sex
Pairings: 2x5
High Dive
"Oh yes- Yes, yes. Good job. Good boy. That's my good boy. That's my best boy. There we go, there we go."
The damn dog was finally crouching down over a patch of grass, finally preparing to take a dump, and Duo was ready to buy him a porterhouse as a reward.
After thirty minutes of walking around the park, wandering aimlessly and sniffing every single blade of grass and turning up his nose at every single spot he had found worthy of his shit earlier that week, Hermes had finally deigned to end Duo's torture.
Still, Duo had to stand there, leaning up against a tree, leash in one hand and baggie in the other, and wait for Hermes to finish his business. And Hermes appeared to be just a little constipated.
Duo was seriously regretting agreeing to walk Trowa's dog. Trowa, Duo's college ex and ever-since best friend, lived in the same apartment building. He had picked up another shift at the bar - filling in after the lunch and afternoon bartender had given his notice last week - and Duo had, stupidly, agreed to walk Hermes when he got home from work.
Hermes didn't seem to particularly like Duo - which was fine. Duo didn't particularly like him. Trowa had gifted Duo a very expensive bottle of gin in exchange for him walking Hermes - and until today, the overcast sky unleashing a constant drizzle that was no doubt wreaking havoc on Duo's hair, Duo had thought it was a fair trade.
With a sigh, Duo looked away from the dog and his intelligent, judgemental eyes that seemed to say can you just give me a minute, and found himself looking directly into another set of eyes.
Human eyes. With a very different expression.
Wufei Chang lived across the hall from Duo, and they had exchanged maybe ten words in the six months that Wufei had lived there.
So Duo wasn't entirely sure why Wufei was staring directly at him, cheeks pink and lips parted and eyes clouded with an expression Duo had never seen on his face before.
"Hey."
Duo's voice seemed to startle Wufei. He shook himself, cheeks coloring even further, and his throat worked several times before he spoke.
"Duo."
"Wufei."
They continued to stare at each other. That was the extent of Duo's repertoire when previously interacting with Wufei.
"That's Trowa's dog."
"Yeah." Duo had a sudden flare of jealousy - did Trowa and Wufei know each other? Did Wufei deign to talk to Trowa?
Wufei scowled, but then his face cleared and he made a dismissive noise.
"Of course."
Duo arched an eyebrow at him, wondering at the change in tone. He and Wufei weren't exactly friendly, but neither had they ever been openly hostile towards each other.
And then he realized.
Right. Of course.
Wufei had a thing for Trowa. Wufei assumed that Duo and Trowa were a thing.
"It's not- We're just friends. Trowa and me. I'm just doing him a favor. He's single," Duo added, feeling like some kind of weird and deeply awkward yenta.
Wufei frowned and shrugged, as if he hadn't just been jealous over the assumption that Duo and Trowa were dating.
Hermes finally finished his shit.
"Oh, thank fuck. Good boy, good fucking boy," Duo told the dog.
The dog gave him a look that made it clear he wasn't buying Duo's act, no matter how gentle and enthusiastic he made his voice sound when he said 'good boy.'
Wufei, on the other hand, was back to staring at Duo, cheeks flushed and biting his lower lip.
He looked sexy as hell, doing that. If they were anywhere else; hell, if Wufei was anyone else, Duo would have assumed Wufei was turned on - would have assumed Wufei was turned on by him.
But all Duo had done was call the damned dog a good boy and, apparently, somehow irritate Wufei.
With a grimace of his own, Duo turned away from Wufei and used the bag to collect Hermes's accomplishment. He tossed it into the bin and led the dog away, back towards the apartment building across the street from the park.
Wufei fell into step with him, Hermes trotting just ahead of them.
"You don't like dogs," Wufei said, apropos of nothing.
"Not really. But Trowa's my friend and… Hermes isn't so bad. He's a good dog, actually."
Duo held open the door to the building for Wufei, who accepted the courtesy with a ducked head.
They were alone in the elevator, and Duo reached out to press the button for Trowa's floor at the same time that Wufei pressed the button for their floor.
Wufei jerked his hand back, flushed again, and Duo was sure he wasn't making this up in his head.
"Speaking of good boys," he drawled, and Wufei's eyes cut over to him anxiously, "I've got a bottle of Nolet's gin and could use a drinking partner."
"I don't drink gin."
Okay. Maybe Wufei wasn't attracted to him.
The elevator doors opened on Trowa's floor.
"Right. Well." Duo gave him a wave, forcing himself to meet Wufei's gaze as the doors closed between them.
"You're a fucking idiot," he muttered to himself after the elevator rose.
He walked Hermes to Trowa's apartment, letting the dog in, hanging up the leash, making sure the dog had food and water, and then washing his hands in the kitchen.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he told the dog, who had already curled up on the couch and started to gnaw on what looked like one of Trowa's shoes.
Duo briefly debated whether or not to remove it - decided he liked his hands attached - and left the dog to it.
He locked up and walked back to the elevator and pressed the button.
While he waited on it, he wondered just how awkward his one-word conversations were going to get with Wufei now.
He shook his head, mystified at himself. Wufei was hot, and of course he wasn't interested in Duo. Of course he hadn't been aroused hearing Duo say 'good boy', and of course he didn't want Duo to call him that and-
The elevator doors opened and Wufei was standing there, still in the elevator car.
Duo frowned.
"Hey, Wufei."
"Duo." Wufei licked his lips and then shoved his hand out to catch the elevator door as it started to close.
Duo stepped into the elevator with him, brushing against Wufei as he did, and the other man looked up at him with dark, unreadable eyes.
"You called me a good boy."
Wufei sounded a bit breathless as he said the words.
There was no mistaking the look in his eyes this time.
Duo crowded Wufei against the wall of the elevator, and neither of them paid attention as the doors closed.
"Yeah, I did. Are you?"
"Wha- what?" Wufei was staring at Duo's mouth, and Duo smirked.
"Are you a good boy?" He dipped his head down and spoke the words against Wufei's cheek.
Wufei shuddered.
"Yes," he breathed. "Yes."
The elevator doors opened and Wufei squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks aflame once again.
Duo took a leisurely step to the side, smirking as Wufei drew in a deep, unsteady breath and squirmed past him.
They walked down the hall in silence, and when they arrived at their respective apartments, Duo leaned against his doorframe and watched Wufei fumble with his keys.
"You don't have to drink gin, if you want to come over."
"What?" Wufei looked at Duo over his shoulder.
Duo shrugged one shoulder and straightened up. He unlocked his door and let it swing wide.
"You said you don't drink gin. I don't mind that."
Wufei looked from Duo's face to the open doorway and back.
Duo remained silent, waiting for Wufei to make up his mind.
The other man smoothed his fingers over his keys and then slipped them into his pocket. He crossed the hall and walked into Duo's apartment.
With a smirk, Duo followed him, closing and locking the door behind them.
Most of Duo's partners were more into vanilla sex, and it had been awhile since he had been with anyone who leaned towards any kind of kink.
And Wufei… looked a little nervous.
Then again, there was nothing wrong with that, as long as Duo didn't scare him.
"What do you drink?" Duo asked him.
"I- I'm fine."
Wufei was still holding his briefcase, and he looked out of place in Duo's sparse yet brightly-decorated apartment. Black clothes, black hair, black briefcase - a slim, dark shadow that stood out against the bright reds, blues and yellows of Duo's furniture and the art on the walls.
Duo walked forward and reached down, wrapping his fingers around the handle of the briefcase.
"Let me," he said.
Wufei's fingers loosened, and Duo eased the case out of his grip and deposited it by the door.
"Mind if I have a drink?" Duo asked him.
Wufei shrugged, a single lift of his tense shoulders that had Duo wanting to smooth his hand over them.
So he did, running his fingers over the black suit jacket Wufei wore, feeling the other man tense and then minutely relax under his touch.
Duo stepped away and walked into his kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water, and saw that Wufei was watching him.
He took a sip from the glass and considered the other man.
"It's been awhile since I've… had anyone to play with."
Wufei swallowed hard.
"It's been awhile for me too," he confessed.
Duo nodded and finished off his water. He set the glass in the sink and then turned back to Wufei, still standing uncertainly in the living room.
"What are you looking for? In a Dom? What do you want?"
Wufei was blushing again, and Duo had to smirk. The pink stains on the man's golden skin were both adorable and sexy as hell.
He gestured to the couch behind Wufei.
"Sit with me?"
Duo sat down on one corner of the couch, stretching his arm across the back and crossing his legs, leaving plenty of room for Wufei to sit wherever he wanted.
Wufei knelt down on the floor at Duo's feet.
He felt his mouth grow dry at the sight, at Wufei's bowed head and the shift of his loose hair over his neck.
"You are a good boy," Duo managed to say. He reached out and ran his fingers through Wufei's hair, a gentle caress to demonstrate just how much he appreciated Wufei's position.
"I'm not looking for a romantic relationship," Wufei said, his voice slightly muffled.
Duo almost told him to look up, but he imagined it was easier for Wufei to do this part without looking at him.
"Okay." Duo had only ever delved into D/s play with romantic partners, but… there was a first time for everything, he supposed.
"I'm not good at relationships," Wufei continued, sounding a little bitter, and Duo wondered who the hell had told him that. "I work too much, and I don't- That's not what I'm looking for."
"That's fine," Duo assured him, and he stroked Wufei's hair again.
"What do you want today?" Duo decided to back things up - to set up just this one scene, instead of thinking in the terms he was used to. If Wufei didn't want to think about relationships, then talking in generalizations wasn't going to get them anywhere.
Wufei tilted his head slightly, nuzzling against Duo's palm.
"I…" Wufei hesitated.
They didn't know each other, at all, and if this went badly, well… If this went badly, they would both regret it. Duo could definitely understand Wufei's hesitation, and he had a bit of trepidation himself.
There was some D/s play that he simply wasn't into, and if Wufei wanted something like that…
"If we don't want the same things, then it's not a big deal," he told Wufei, trying to soothe both of them. "Tell me what you want."
"I enjoy physical humiliation," Wufei breathed.
Duo could have guessed that, but he hadn't wanted to assume anything.
"Good." Duo continued to pet Wufei. "That's good."
Wufei adjusted his knees slightly, spreading them further apart.
"And… sexual domination. I… I want that."
"Greedy, aren't you?" Duo teased, tugging on a strand of Wufei's hair hard enough to make the other man hiss.
Their eyes met, and Wufei's were filled with heat and anticipation.
Duo smirked.
"What are your safewords?"
"Red for stop." Wufei licked his lips. "Yellow for slow down."
Classic, simple. Easy to remember. Duo appreciated that.
"Limits? Hard nos?"
"No blood. No scars."
"Good." Duo sat back on the couch, dropping his hand away from Wufei. "Strip."
Wufei immediately moved to obey, and Duo felt a thrill at that, at Wufei's eagerness, at the sight of his fingers tugging impatiently on buttons, belt and zipper.
He knelt down again, once he was naked, and Duo let himself appreciate the view for a moment.
Wufei was gorgeous. All lean muscle and golden skin, his upper chest flushed with arousal and embarrassment, his cock half-hard already.
"Very good," Duo praised him again.
He let Wufei remain kneeling as he considered his options. Physical humiliation could take a lot of different forms, but Duo didn't want to take anything too far.
After a moment, Duo rose from the couch.
Wufei's eyes followed him, even though he managed to keep his head bowed.
"Wait here," Duo instructed before walking out of the living room.
"Yes- Yes, sir," Wufei added the title a little hesitantly, and Duo made a mental note to encourage him regarding that.
He grabbed the lube from his bedroom and then returned to the living room. He set the lube down on the end table just to the left of the couch, directly within Wufei's line of sight.
"Condoms." Wufei looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
Duo held up a hand.
"I'm not going to fuck you. I'd use a condom, I promise."
Wufei relaxed a little at the reassurance, and Duo was relieved that the other man was willing to trust him.
"Go pick out a book."
"What?"
Duo crossed his arms and arched one eyebrow.
"You heard me. Go pick out a book. And remember to address me as Sir if you want me to keep treating you like a good boy."
Wufei swallowed hard and rose to his feet.
He crossed the room and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that covered one entire wall of the room.
Duo had a problem - an obsession, really - when it came to books. He had an iPad, and he read digital books just as voraciously as he read physical texts, but there was something about being able to hold a book, to feel the weight, to turn the pages, that a tablet simply couldn't match.
Also unmatched, in Duo's mind, was the view of Wufei's back and ass as he perused the shelves. He took his time, and Duo was amused, watching him, seeing Wufei trace over the spines of some of the books, catching the faint curve of a smile on his lips as he looked at more and more titles.
Eventually, though, Wufei selected a book and walked back towards Duo.
He made to kneel again, but Duo stopped him.
"Over here," he gestured to the back of the couch. "Hands here." He demonstrated, spreading his hands wide and gripping the back of the couch.
Wufei nodded, and Duo stood aside so that he could take Duo's place.
He accepted the book from Wufei's hands, letting their fingers brush as he took it.
Duo looked at the spine of the black hardback book and had to laugh.
Sex and Punishment. Berkowitz's book wasn't small, and it had a decent heft to it.
Duo wondered if Wufei had guessed at his intentions, or simply felt the need to make a bratty selection.
Wufei was holding onto the back of the couch, but he was standing upright, as Duo had done.
"I'm going to adjust you," Duo told him, warning Wufei before he touched him.
Wufei was tense again, as Duo smoothed his hands down the length of his spine, applying pressure by his shoulders so that Wufei bowed down again, until he was bent over the back of the couch and his ass was perfectly presented to Duo.
"Good," he said again. "Good boy, Wufei. Good boy."
He didn't need to see Wufei's face to know he was blushing again.
"Now, you wanted physical humiliation? I think you need a decent spanking."
Wufei's fingers tightened against the upholstery.
"Yes," he agreed.
Duo ran his hand lower, over the curve of Wufei's ass, briefly massaging the skin before he raised his hand.
Wufei's entire body went rigid as he waited in anticipation.
The blow knocked Wufei forward, and his grip on the couch was so tight his knuckles were turning white.
"Well?" Duo asked him, fitting his palm over the red mark he had just left.
"Yes," Wufei said again. "Yes, sir. Please."
"Please? Oh, you are a good boy."
He delivered another blow to the same place, gave Wufei a moment to draw in a breath, and then he switched to the other cheek.
He alternated back and forth, pink and red blooming under his fingers, until Wufei was whimpering in pleasure.
Duo had counted out ten blows, had delivered each with enough force that his own hand stung, and he took a moment to trace over his work.
"Very good," he said. "Your ass looks perfect, Wufei. Your ass was made to be tortured, wasn't it?"
Another whimper.
"Wufei?"
"Yes, yes, sir. It was."
Duo smirked at the rushed words.
He ran his hand over Wufei's hip and around his thigh, and tangled his fingers in the short, coarse curls that decorated Wufei's groin. He was fully erect now, head weeping precum, and when Duo smoothed the bead over the heated flesh, Wufei sighed.
Duo gave the shaft a few gentle strokes, curling his fingers around it loosely, but when Wufei started to rock into his embrace, Duo dropped his hand.
Wufei made an irritated sound, but he didn't verbally complain, and Duo, smirking again, picked up the book Wufei had selected earlier.
He rested it against Wufei's right cheek.
"Shall we continue?" he asked, doing his level best to sound as disinterested as he could in whether or not Wufei wanted more.
He wanted more.
Wufei released a shaky, ragged breath, and Duo saw him readjust his grip on the couch.
"Yes, sir," Wufei finally said. "Please."
"So well-mannered," Duo complimented him. "I like that. I'll have to reward you, I think. What would you like - five more? Ten?"
Duo tapped the book lightly against Wufei's skin.
"Ten," Wufei answered immediately and enthusiastically.
Duo chuckled.
"Ten. Mm. Well, let's see if I can give my greedy little pet what he wants, hm?"
He didn't use as much force, allowing the weight of the book to do the work for him, and the resounding thwack of the book connecting with Wufei's ass shocked the other man more than hurt him, Duo was sure.
He switched to the other cheek, putting just a bit more force behind it, and Wufei grunted with the impact.
"Too much?"
"No, no, sir. It's perfect."
Duo's tongue felt thick in his own mouth. It had been months since he had done something like this, and he didn't think he had ever had a partner who was so enthusiastically this submissive. It was heady stuff, hearing Wufei's appreciation, the words delivered without a hint of sarcasm or unease.
Wufei might have hesitated at the beginning, might have been afraid of Duo rejecting him, but once he committed to the scene, Wufei seemed to be very much all-in.
As he returned to Wufei's right cheek, he checked his swing again, decided to alternate the strength of the blows, and Wufei seemed caught between anticipation and relief with each one. By the end, as Duo drew back to deliver the final hit, Wufei was trembling slightly, and Duo paused.
He ran his hand over Wufei's spine, soothing and commanding.
"You've done very well, Wufei. Should I stop now?"
Duo was pretty sure Wufei was going to be limping for a few days, after this. The face of the book was larger than Duo's hand, and while he had done a good job aiming for the meatiest part of Wufei's ass, it was going to hurt tomorrow even more than it likely already did.
"No, finish. Sir." Wufei tacked the title on clumsily, and it was a clue for Duo just how much the beating had affected him.
Wufei wasn't in any deep sort of headspace, that was clear, but the physical sensations, combined with the strain of anticipation and his own embarrassment, clearly had him worked up.
Which meant he still needed to be pushed over the edge and brought down.
Duo delivered the final impact with bruising force, and Wufei whimpered, the sound catching in his throat as he tried to bite it back.
"Good, Wufei. You did so well." Duo set the book down on the end table and ran his hands over Wufei's ass, now a uniformly dark pink, patches of red highlighting areas that had taken the worst abuse.
"You're a fucking work of art," Duo breathed, watching the way Wufei trembled under his hands. "And you did so well. You're such a good boy, such a good pet."
He reached for Wufei's cock again, a little surprised that he was still hard after all of that, and very pleased.
Duo urged Wufei to stand erect again, tucking up against the other man, fitting Wufei's naked body to his own.
"What do you want now, Wufei? Want me to take care of this for you?" He gave a teasing stroke to Wufei's cock, looking down to see the dark, angry color of the neglected flesh.
Wufei drew in a shaky breath, but he didn't answer.
"Or would you prefer to take care of this for me?" Duo rocked his hips against Wufei's ass, letting the other man feel the erection trapped inside Duo's trousers.
"Yes, sir. Please."
Duo chuckled at his enthusiasm.
"On your knees, then, pet."
Wufei adopted the position gracefully, sinking down and staring up at Duo with dark, wanton eyes.
Duo unfastened his belt and the fly of his trousers. He shoved his boxers and the trousers down his hips only far enough to free his cock, and he sighed in relief as the restricting fabric moved away.
Wufei licked his lips as his eyes roamed down to the thick, flushed shaft and the broad, slick head.
"See something you want?" Duo asked him.
"Yes, sir."
"Mm. Go on, then, give it a kiss. Show me how much you want my cock."
Wufei sat up straighter and pressed his lips to head of Duo's cock, flicking his tongue out to swipe at the bead of precum and the narrow slit on the crown.
The teasing caress wasn't nearly enough, but it was a hell of a lot better than what it had felt like to ignore his erection for the last twenty minutes while Wufei writhed under him.
Duo reached down and tugged on Wufei's lower lip, guiding his mouth open, and Wufei looked up at him, holding eye contact, as Duo slowly filled his mouth.
He could feel the curl of Wufei's tongue, the scrape of his teeth, and he watched Wufei's cheeks bulge as he slid deeper and deeper into the hot, wet sheath of his mouth, until he was nudging the back of Wufei's throat.
Wufei adjusted his head, tilting back just a bit, and Duo groaned as he sank even deeper.
"Fuck, oh fuck, Wufei. That feels incredible."
And it did. It felt so good, and Duo gave a gentle, experimental roll of his hips.
Wufei almost gagged, but Duo eased back, letting him relax and swallow, before he pushed forward again.
"Good boy," Duo murmured. He reached out and stroked Wufei's hair away from his face, and then wrapped his fist in a handful of the fine strands.
He set a slow, steady pace, shallowly thrusting into Wufei's mouth, careful not to go too deep, yet never pulling out enough to let Wufei fully relax or catch his breath.
Wufei was breathing through his nose while at the same time taking short, panting breaths as Duo moved in and out, his throat working to swallow air and cock at the same time.
The sensation was intense, and Duo let himself fully enjoy it, let himself hold Wufei's dark, pleading gaze and use the other man's mouth for his own pleasure.
He looked down and noticed that Wufei was still hard, saw that his fingers were digging into his thighs.
"Touch yourself," he growled. "I want to see you come for me."
Wufei didn't need any other encouragement.
Duo saw his knees spread farther, saw Wufei take himself in one hand, grip firm and sure. His strokes were short, quick, erratic and urgent.
Wufei moaned from his self-pleasure, and it vibrated along Duo's cock.
"Yes," he crooned. "Fuck, yes, pet. Come for me. Come for me, and I'll fill your mouth. Do you want that? Do you want me to come in your mouth?"
Wufei's eyes were huge, and he nodded awkwardly, eagerly, bobbing his head forward to meet Duo's thrusts.
Duo chuckled.
His climax was building, slowly and steadily, the sight of Wufei struggling to swallow him, combined with Wufei frantically working over his own cock, was getting him closer and closer. Each moan, each flutter of Wufei's eyes, each desperate gasp for breath, drove him onward.
Duo lost his pace, rhythm completely abandoned, when Wufei keened, the sound just barely audible, throaty and primal. He looked down and saw that Wufei was coming, thick ropes of cum landing on Wufei's chest, thighs, and the leg of Duo's trousers.
He groaned at the sight and pushed forward, thrusting deeper, pulling back and repeating the motion, pistoning his hips forward and backwards, until Wufei had to reach up and hold on to Duo's legs to steady himself, until Wufei's face was red and wet, until Duo could taste the pounding of his own heartbeat, could hear the roaring pulse of his lust, could feel the throbbing weight of climax bearing down on him.
Duo came with a cry and a savage thrust of his hips, burying himself in Wufei's mouth as he came and came and came, until it felt like he was empty, until there was nothing left to give, until Duo felt numb and loose with pleasure, with completion.
He let go of Wufei and staggered back, holding onto the couch to steady himself as he tried to remember how to breathe.
Wufei, still on the floor, gasped in relief.
He was still looking up at Duo, dark eyes still intense, but there was something more there now, more than eagerness and arousal, more than need.
Duo reached down and stroked Wufei's hair again, eased Wufei forward so that his cheek was pressed against Duo's thigh.
"Good boy," he repeated again. "Good boy, Wufei."
He wasn't sure how long they remained like that, Wufei on the floor, Duo stroking his hair, but eventually Duo's back protested at the angle.
He stepped away as he straightened up and set his clothes to rights. Wufei regarded him cautiously.
"Sit with me," Duo repeated the earlier invitation.
This time, when he sat down on the couch, Wufei joined him. Duo positioned the other man against his side, smirking a little when Wufei pressed his cheek to Duo's chest, just over his heart.
Duo stroked his hair, massaging Wufei's scalp as he carded through the long, fine strands.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked the other man. "Something to drink?"
"What is your obsession with getting me to drink?" Wufei grumbled, voice low, and Duo could hear the hint of laughter in it.
"I'm just trying to take care of you," Duo said. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Wufei's forehead, realizing too late that it probably wasn't something the other man would be comfortable with.
Sure enough, Wufei tensed in his arms.
"Habit. Sorry," Duo sighed.
"It's fine," Wufei said. But it clearly wasn't.
"No romance. No relationships. I won't do it again."
Duo moved from Wufei's hair to his back, stroking the smooth flesh until Wufei had relaxed again.
"I've got some aloe, if you want me to-"
"No, I've got some in my apartment," Wufei interrupted him.
Duo fought back his irritation at Wufei's distance. He was frustrated with himself, frustrated with whoever the hell had told Wufei he wasn't good at relationships and had managed to spook him off of simple affection in the process.
"Sure," Duo agreed. "Thank you, for this. I enjoyed it." It felt like the wrong thing to say, the words clumsy on Duo's tongue.
"Thank you," Wufei repeated. "So did I."
He shifted away, and Duo let him go.
Wufei pulled his clothes back on, keeping his gaze averted from Duo's as he did so, and by the time he was fully dressed, he had completely retreated into himself.
Duo stood up when Wufei shrugged back into his suit jacket.
He walked Wufei to the door, and reached down to pick up the other man's suitcase.
As he passed it over, he kept his grip on it, forcing Wufei to touch his hand.
"I'd like to see you again, Wufei."
The other man huffed.
"You see me almost every day."
"That's not what I meant."
Wufei glared up at him.
"If you aren't interested, tell me, and I'll respect that. We'll go back to just saying hi and pretending we aren't checking each other out every time we ride the elevator together."
Wufei swallowed hard.
"But if you want me, if you want this, all you have to do is ask, Wufei. Because I want you."
The other man looked away, his cheeks once again pink.
"I- I need to go."
Duo released the briefcase and opened the door for him.
Wufei walked across the hall and reached into his pocket for his keys.
Duo watched him open the door, watched him hesitate, and then Wufei looked over his shoulder.
Their eyes caught, and Duo smirked.
-o-
That's the end. No, seriously. I'm not starting another damn WIP. This is it.