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FIC: Manipulation Chapters 1-5 of 9

Hi all, I've been working on a 3x5 for a while, and since I just joined this community, I thought I might post it here. This is my first time posting and I really don't know if I'm doing this right, so forgive me for any mistakes.

pixie

Title: Manipulation
Author: Pixie Smith
Pairing: 3x5
Rating: NC-17
Chapters: 1-5 of 9
Summary: What Trowa wants, Trowa gets. And since Trowa wants Wufei, Wufei he will get.



Key:
*…* = Emphasis.
//…// = Thoughts.
"…" = Speech.

Chapter One:

"Yeah baby, that's it. Give to me. Yeah. Ah!"

Wufei stared. //Yeah baby?// He felt his throat constricting and forced himself to take a deep breath. //Okay, don't panic, don't cry, don't get angry yet. Just think! What would Duo do in this situation?// Wufei gave a sardonic snort. //Yeah, like Duo would ever be in this situation.// Still, Wufei took another deep breath and took on Duo's persona. Never in his worst nightmares had he ever imagined he'd be borrowing that idiot's persona. Still, he had to admit, in this one moment, Duo's personality would come in handy.

"I know you're busy and all." Wufei drawled. "So I'll make it quick."

He watched as his fiancé froze and then as two seconds later she climaxed. His heart throbbed at the sight. She was beautiful when she climaxed, always had been and he believed she always would be. It was just too bad he wasn't the man who'd brought her to such heights. Wufei waited until he saw her shivers die down and he was sure she was lucid enough to understand his words before continuing. "Our engagement is off."

"Wufei!" She hastily pulled herself off of her lover and moved towards him, her hands reaching for him.

Wufei stepped back distastefully and grimaced.

"Wufei." She paused with her hands outstretched, lips trembling beautifully, eyes beginning to water. She was a delicate creature, and seeing her stand there in so much obvious pain almost made him change his mind about calling off the engagement.

"Give me a chance. I know I was wrong, but think about it, you were always working and I got lonely. I made a mistake, please don't call the engagement off. I love you! I'll die if you leave me!"

It was a pity her words weren't sincere. He'd almost been persuaded.

Wufei raised an eyebrow and drawled sardonically. "Forgive me if I don't believe you." He saw her flinch but ignored it and instead made a big show of looking down at his watch. "Well, look at the time, work calls again. Goodbye Lih Ling."

Then he tossed the extra set of house keys to her before turning and walking out.

"Wufei!" He heard her call just before the door closed behind him.

"Goodbye." He whispered quietly.

--x---

Exiting the house, Wufei didn't notice the man with a mobile phone tucked under his ear lurking in the alleyway watching him. Any other day and Wufei would have noticed such a suspicious creature immediately.

Wufei walked thee blocks before he allowed the Duo-like persona to drop. When he did, it felt as though he'd suddenly lost all of his strength and he sagged weakly against the side of a building.

Wufei had truly loved Ling. Loved her as a man loved a woman, loved her the way he'd been unable to love Meiran. Believing that Ling was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he'd proposed to her and when she'd accepted, he'd thought he was the happiest man in the world.

One hand came up to cover his eyes and he gave a harsh chocked sob. What a fool he'd been. For that one moment in his life, he'd allowed himself to believe in happy endings. Had believed that he'd found his happy ending. The tears began to seep through his fingers and he slid down to the ground, crouched against the wall and unable to stop the tears from flowing. //Pathetic, Wufei!// He berated himself. //Real men don't cry.// But those harsh words did little to stop the tears, and instead they flowed harder. //Just this one time.// He promised himself. //Then no more.//

Contrary to whatever Wufei may have believed, the tears did eventually stop flowing, although the throbbing in his heart had not lessened.

//Cry me a river.// Wufei thought with a small smile. //That's what Duo would say.//

He stood up from his impromptu crouch and looked around him properly for the first time. A little way off there was a men's restroom, and with a speed Wufei normally reserved for his field missions, he made his way there.

Thankfully there was no-one inside to witness him washing the tear stains from his face. He was already humiliated enough as it was.

Wufei didn't linger long in the bathroom. Once he was sure there were no traces of tears left on his face, he was out the door and once again on his way to work.

He chose to walk to work instead of taking a cab.

He wanted some fresh air.

He needed some time to compose himself.

Wufei had only been walking for fifteen minutes when he noticed a sign.

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Hi all, I've been working on a 3x5 for a while, and since I just joined this community, I thought I might post it here. This is my first time posting and I really don't know if I'm doing this right, so forgive me for any mistakes.

pixie

Title: Manipulation
Author: Pixie Smith
Pairing: 3x5
Rating: NC-17
Chapters: 1-5 of 9
Summary: What Trowa wants, Trowa gets. And since Trowa wants Wufei, Wufei he will get.

<lj-cut text="More of my fic">

Key:
*…* = Emphasis.
//…// = Thoughts.
"…" = Speech.

Chapter One:

"Yeah baby, that's it. Give to me. Yeah. Ah!"

Wufei stared. //Yeah baby?// He felt his throat constricting and forced himself to take a deep breath. //Okay, don't panic, don't cry, don't get angry yet. Just think! What would Duo do in this situation?// Wufei gave a sardonic snort. //Yeah, like Duo would ever be in this situation.// Still, Wufei took another deep breath and took on Duo's persona. Never in his worst nightmares had he ever imagined he'd be borrowing that idiot's persona. Still, he had to admit, in this one moment, Duo's personality would come in handy.

"I know you're busy and all." Wufei drawled. "So I'll make it quick."

He watched as his fiancé froze and then as two seconds later she climaxed. His heart throbbed at the sight. She was beautiful when she climaxed, always had been and he believed she always would be. It was just too bad he wasn't the man who'd brought her to such heights. Wufei waited until he saw her shivers die down and he was sure she was lucid enough to understand his words before continuing. "Our engagement is off."

"Wufei!" She hastily pulled herself off of her lover and moved towards him, her hands reaching for him.

Wufei stepped back distastefully and grimaced.

"Wufei." She paused with her hands outstretched, lips trembling beautifully, eyes beginning to water. She was a delicate creature, and seeing her stand there in so much obvious pain almost made him change his mind about calling off the engagement.

"Give me a chance. I know I was wrong, but think about it, you were always working and I got lonely. I made a mistake, please don't call the engagement off. I love you! I'll die if you leave me!"

It was a pity her words weren't sincere. He'd almost been persuaded.

Wufei raised an eyebrow and drawled sardonically. "Forgive me if I don't believe you." He saw her flinch but ignored it and instead made a big show of looking down at his watch. "Well, look at the time, work calls again. Goodbye Lih Ling."

Then he tossed the extra set of house keys to her before turning and walking out.

"Wufei!" He heard her call just before the door closed behind him.

"Goodbye." He whispered quietly.

--x---

Exiting the house, Wufei didn't notice the man with a mobile phone tucked under his ear lurking in the alleyway watching him. Any other day and Wufei would have noticed such a suspicious creature immediately.

Wufei walked thee blocks before he allowed the Duo-like persona to drop. When he did, it felt as though he'd suddenly lost all of his strength and he sagged weakly against the side of a building.

Wufei had truly loved Ling. Loved her as a man loved a woman, loved her the way he'd been unable to love Meiran. Believing that Ling was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he'd proposed to her and when she'd accepted, he'd thought he was the happiest man in the world.

One hand came up to cover his eyes and he gave a harsh chocked sob. What a fool he'd been. For that one moment in his life, he'd allowed himself to believe in happy endings. Had believed that he'd found his happy ending. The tears began to seep through his fingers and he slid down to the ground, crouched against the wall and unable to stop the tears from flowing. //Pathetic, Wufei!// He berated himself. //Real men don't cry.// But those harsh words did little to stop the tears, and instead they flowed harder. //Just this one time.// He promised himself. //Then no more.//

Contrary to whatever Wufei may have believed, the tears did eventually stop flowing, although the throbbing in his heart had not lessened.

//Cry me a river.// Wufei thought with a small smile. //That's what Duo would say.//

He stood up from his impromptu crouch and looked around him properly for the first time. A little way off there was a men's restroom, and with a speed Wufei normally reserved for his field missions, he made his way there.

Thankfully there was no-one inside to witness him washing the tear stains from his face. He was already humiliated enough as it was.

Wufei didn't linger long in the bathroom. Once he was sure there were no traces of tears left on his face, he was out the door and once again on his way to work.

He chose to walk to work instead of taking a cab.

He wanted some fresh air.

He needed some time to compose himself.

Wufei had only been walking for fifteen minutes when he noticed a sign.

<<Burkley's Bar.>>

Wufei had seen this place on his way to work before, but had never visited it. And why would he? He had the perfect life with his decent paying job and loving fiancé. Only losers and low-lives frequented this place. Wufei gave a little bitter smile. //Well there's a first time for everything.// And he pushed open the doors and walked in. Within moments he was seated at the bar.

The bartender stared at him. "You old enough to drink?"

Wufei glared at him. Hard. Why was he still being asked that question?

"Forget I asked." The bartender muttered. "What'll it be mister?"

"A scotch." Wufei growled.

He watched the bartender pull out a tiny glass and begin to fill it.

"Oh give me that." Wufei snapped and snatched the whole bottle from him.

The bartender didn't resist, merely stated, "As long as you pay for it."

Wufei pulled out a handful of notes and threw them onto the counter. His temper tantrum was unfortunately not as dramatic as he'd hope because the notes merely floated lazily down to land on the surface of the bar. The bartender calmly collected the notes and put them in the till. "I'm Hutch, call me if you need anything else mister."

Wufei gave a snort, as he took a swig from his bottle. "You're not Burkley?"

The bartender smirked. "Oh? You noticed? Not many do. Burkley is my wife's name."

Wufei's eyes clouded over and he took another swig from the bottle.

"Sensitive topic huh?" Hutch said before moving to serve another customer and leaving Wufei alone with his own thoughts.

Wufei nursed his bottle for half an hour and it wasn't until he caught a glimpse of his watch that he realised it was 8:30 am and that he had to be at work by nine o'clock. Reluctantly Wufei stood up. Normally he was at work by 8:30, preferring the half hour solitude before the rest of the workers began pouring in at nine o'clock sharp.

His stomach lurched and he staggered on his feet. //There really is a first time for everything!// Wufei thought with a bemused smile as he stared at his feet curiously.

"You okay mister?" The bartender asked moving closer.

"Yeah." Wufei slurred and waved his hands wildly before making his way unsteadily out of the bar.

It only took Wufei five minutes to lurch and stagger his way to his workplace. //Didn't realise this place was so close. Gotta remember that.//

The ride in the elevator was a pretty horrible experience for Wufei, and he was glad no one was around to see him turn green. Somehow through sheer willpower, Wufei managed to keep the contents of his stomach down as he staggered his way to his desk.

Sitting down he proceeded to hiccup. He gave a little giggle and hiccupped again.

He hiccupped and giggled again.

He was still sitting there doing that five minutes later when a shadow fell across his desk.

Wufei looked up to find Trowa staring at him.

He hiccupped.

"Chang." Trowa said. "Come to my office." Then Trowa turned and walked out.

Somehow Wufei managed to stagger to Trowa's office, although the walk did nothing for his nausea. He covered his mouth with his right hand. Once again, he somehow managed to keep it down.

Sitting down in Trowa's office Wufei stayed silent. Trowa was a big wig now. Above hundreds and under only one – Une. Trowa was Une's right hand man. Wufei gave a little giggle as he wondered if Trowa was Une's right hand man in everything. He wiggled his eyebrows to himself suggestively.

A stack of papers land with a thump in front of him. He glared at them and hiccupped again.

"These are the details for the mission Bart and Steven will be taking tomorrow. I want to know what you think of their chances of getting in."

Wufei reached for the stack of papers. It took him three tries before he could pick them up, but he felt vaguely proud of himself that he could.

He hiccupped again and the words swam before his eyes.

"Chang." Trowa was sitting on the desk beside Wufei's chair and leaning down towards him. "What do you think?"

Wufei blinked large doe eyes at him.

What was wrong with the man? Couldn't he see that Wufei was drunk? Preventers weren't allowed to drink during work hours. Why didn't the man hurry and fire him already?

He'd just opened his mouth to ask Trowa those very same questions, when his stomach rebelled. And this time, Wufei couldn't keep it down. He leaned over and threw up all over the ground and all over Trowa's shiny black shoes.

He looked up with dread only to find that Trowa's face hadn't changed at all, which was odd because Trowa was rather finicky about such things.

Was the man blind? Had he really not noticed that Wufei had vomited all over his shoes and two thousand dollar carpet?

"Chang." Trowa said gently.

And then it was too much, the gentleness, the alcohol, everything! And Wufei was shaking his head hysterically as the tears once again began to fall.

//No! Only once! I said only once! I don't want them to know yet!//

He felt warm arms wrap around him pulling him into a tight hug.

"Real men don't cry." He slurred even as he continued to shake his head.

"Bullshit." Trowa retorted, and that made Wufei laugh. Trowa hardly ever swore.

And then Wufei was getting dizzy and lightheaded and then – nothing.

Trowa was left standing there with an unconscious Wufei slumped in his arms and vomit all over his shoes and carpet.

He sighed and leaned over his desk to press a button on his intercom.

"Belinda."

"Yes sir?" His secretary's chirpy voice came over the phone.

"Come in here please."

Two seconds later his secretary appeared by his side, her sharp eyes taking in the situation.

"Get someone to clean up this mess." Trowa told her.

She nodded, even as she took some tissues from the box on Trowa's table and leaned down to wipe at Trowa's shoes. Within seconds, Trowa's shiny black shoes were once again clean.

"Thanks." Trowa said as he swung Wufei up into his arms and walked to the door. Pausing briefly at the door he turned back and said. "Belinda."

She gave him a bright smile. "I understand sir. No one will find out about this."

He nodded. "And Belinda."

She gave him another smile. "You won't be back so I'm to cancel all of your appointments."

He flashed her a smile. "That's why I hired you."

She waved.

Walking to the underground garage with his slight burden in his arms, Trowa took in Wufei's tear-stained face.

"She must have meant a lot to you Wu." He opened the passenger door of his sports car and carefully settled Wufei in.

"But you're strong. You'll be fine."

Then he started the engine and began the journey to Wufei's apartment.

Even as Trowa drove, his eyes kept being drawn to Wufei's tear-stained face. At a red-light, he reached over and brushed some stray strands of hair from Wufei's face.

"She didn't deserve you." He whispered harshly.













Chapter Two:

Wufei awoke to a pounding headache which was exacerbated by the fact that he could hear Ling yelling.

It seemed as though she was having a one-sided argument with herself.

"Let me in! I have every right to see him! He's my fiancé."

Wufei could only hear silence.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I love him and he knows it!"

Still more silence.

Through his pounding headache, Wufei wondered whether his leaving Ling had made her crack. He hadn't thought he meant that much to her, not after the scene he'd witnessed, but perhaps he'd thought wrong. Perhaps she really did love him that much.

Gingerly he slid himself out of bed and moved out to the hallway with hope fluttering in his chest.

//Oh. Perhaps not.// The disappointment felt like a ton of rocks in his stomach.

Trowa was leaning against the doorjamb of Wufei's front door with his arms crossed and blocking Ling from entering his apartment. Ling in return was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips yelling into his face. Trowa didn't appear to be the least bit perturbed by it.

Seeing Wufei over Trowa's shoulder Ling immediately yelled. "Chang Wufei. You tell this creature to move right now!"

Wufei nearly threw up as the loud holler reverberated through his pounding head and the pain intensified ten-fold.

Immediately he began inching backwards into his bedroom.

"Wufei!" She yelled.

He closed the door behind him and climbed back into his bed, tugging the blankets until they covered his head. As an afterthought, he piled the pillows on top too. He didn't know what Trowa was doing at his apartment, but he could deal with Ling. Wufei was going back to sleep.

--x--

Outside in the hallway Trowa gave Ling a cold smile. "As you can see, he doesn't want to speak to you."

Her eyes narrowed. "Why are you so eager to prevent me from seeing him? You don't know anything about our relationship. Or did he tell you something?" She questioned suspiciously.

Trowa gave a smile which didn't reach his eyes. "I don't need him to tell me anything. I see everything, I hear everything, I know everything."

Looking into his cold eyes, Ling didn't doubt his words for an instant, but Wufei was her meal ticket, and she couldn't let him go. "I don't care what you think you know. Let me see him." She hissed.

He shook his head slowly and gave a playful smile. "Be a good girl and I won't have to hurt you." He told her gently.

Ling sniffed. Like this scrawny guy could hurt her.

Trowa continued to smile. Then he shifted slightly on his feet and two men melted out of the shadows. Moving forward they grabbed hold of Ling.

"Now." Trowa murmured. "I believe he told you the engagement's off."

Ling stared at Trowa, truly afraid for the first time. "How did you know?" Ling knew Wufei wasn't one to talk, and Wufei had called off the engagement while they were in her bedroom. There was no way this man could know.

Trowa just gave a secretive smile. "You will respect his decision. Or do I need to start breaking bones?" He inquired.

A flick of his finger, and the men holding Ling began to tighten their grip.

Ling's eyes widened as she realised something with surprising clarity. "You're a monster." She whispered through the pain.

Trowa's expression didn't change. "Well?"

Ling swallowed thickly. He *would* break her bones. "I will." Immediately the pressure on her arms slackened.

"Good." Trowa purred as he held out his hand. "Now give me the keys."

She glared at him hatefully but obediently handed over her set of keys to Wufei's apartment.

Trowa nodded in satisfaction. "Oh, and one last thing."

Ling eyed him suspiciously. "What now?" She sneered.

Trowa stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She opened her mouth to scream in pain but found it covered by a big burly hand.

She heard a swish, felt the pressure release and saw Trowa step back. In his hand he was holding her beautiful long hair. The hair she'd been growing since she was a child, the one part of her body she was most proud of.

"He liked this hair didn't he?" Trowa murmured thoughtfully as he stared at the black mane in his hand.

Ling didn't answer, too stunned for words.

Trowa looked up, cold smile once again present. "I'll give you a few words of advice. You see Chang, you turn and run. I find out you've been near him again and next time it won't just be the hair."

His eyes leisurely raked over her body leaving her with no doubts as to what he'd do to her next time. //Or rather,// she thought internally, //what he will have done to me next time. He doesn't look like the sort of person who would do his own dirty work.//

"Now go." Trowa ordered.

The fear radiating from Ling was palpable now, and the tears were falling in small streams, but Trowa just stared at her impassively. She backed away from him, one hand covering her trembling mouth, and then she turned and ran away.

Trowa waited until she'd disappeared from his sight before turning back to the two men still standing there silently. He dropped the hair to the ground in disgust. "Clean up this mess then return to your duties." He ordered.

"Understood." They saluted sharply.

Trowa turned and walked back into Wufei's apartment tugging out his mobile as he closed the front door behind him.

--x--

The next time Wufei woke, it was late in the afternoon and his pounding headache was thankfully gone. However, it was now replaced with a dry throat. In attempting to sit up in his bed, Wufei was forced to fight his way out of his enormous duck-down blanket and numerous pillows.

He found Trowa sitting beside his bed with a glass of water in his hand watching Wufei expressionlessly. Although the man's face was as blank as a white piece of paper, Wufei got the impression that he was amused.

He searched Trowa's face, but could not see anything that would explain why he was getting that feeling. Ignoring it, he held out his hand, hoping to Gods that the water was for him.

Trowa's face didn't change as he handed the glass to Wufei, but Wufei got the feeling that the bloody man was even more amused.

Deciding that it was in his best interest to ignore Trowa, Wufei did just that and proceeded to gulp the contents of the glass down.

"Why are you here?" Wufei asked once he'd finished his water and replaced the glass on the bedside table.

Trowa looked at him carefully. "You don't remember?"

Wufei stared at him.

And then felt the red start to spread across his cheekbones, covering his whole face before creeping steadily down his neck. Unfortunately, Wufei remembered turning up to work drunk before breaking down and the warm arms holding him close. No prizes for guessing whose arms he'd been in.

"I'm sorry." He eventually managed to grate out.

"Don't be." Trowa replied. "It's not every day a man breaks up with his fiancé."

Wufei stared at Trowa wide-eyed. He told Trowa that? Everything was hazy, but surely he hadn't told Trowa that. He hadn't known how to tell the other pilots. They'd been so excited about his impending nuptials. He'd thought that surely in his shame, even drunk he'd have kept something like that quiet. Well, at least until he could gather the courage to tell the others anyway.

"When you were crying." Trowa murmured. "You told me you caught your fiancé cheating on you so you called off your engagement."

//Oh please won't the ground open up and swallow me now?!// Wufei begged the gods.

But the ground didn't open up to swallow him and Wufei was left sitting there plucking at his blankets feeling worse than he'd ever felt in his entire life. It was bad enough that Wufei had been caught crying like a girl, but to have Trowa know why he'd been crying, and to spill everything out like that. Well, at least it was over and he didn't have to tell the other pilots. With any luck, Trowa would already have told them and he could avoid the shame of telling them face to face.

"While you were sleeping I took the liberty of calling Quatre." Trowa continued.

Wufei just continued to pluck at the threads on his blankets.

"He said he'd call everyone to tell them the wedding's off. That includes your friends and Ling's friends and family."

//Well, that solves that problem too.// For once Wufei was glad Quatre was the way he was. Wufei didn't think he'd be able to make all of those phone calls without going crazy, or even worse, shamefully breaking down in tears.

Except that now Wufei was sitting here with everything solved and he didn't know what to say. Hell, after this humiliation, he didn't ever want to have to see Trowa's face again.

"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked.

"Like shit." Wufei grumped.

Trowa gave a low chuckle. "I figured. Are you hungry?"

Wufei shook his head.

"How about you get some more sleep then?" Trowa offered.

"I might." Wufei answered not looking at Trowa.

They both waited.

"Well?" Trowa asked when Wufei didn't move.

"Shouldn't you be going now?" Wufei replied tartly.

Trowa shrugged. "I was going to make sure you could sleep."

Wufei growled.

Trowa looked at him carefully. "Maybe you should take the next few days off work."

"I don't need to." Wufei retorted. "I'm still fit for missions."

There was silence and then Trowa shrugged again before standing up. "Okay, I'll see you at work tomorrow. Also, Ling's keys to your apartment are on the kitchen table."

"Hn." Wufei grunted.

Wufei waited until he heard Trowa's footsteps recede before scrunching his eyes up tightly. He'd never been so humiliated in his life. He hated Ling! Hated her! Hated her as he'd never hated anyone in his life!

But a few minutes later Wufei knew that was a lie. He didn't hate Ling. He was disappointed with her. The anger slowly faded and in its place Wufei was left with an aching sadness.

//I truly loved her.//













Chapter Three:

The next day, as according to his usual schedule, Wufei walked to work. His apartment was only a ten minute walk from work. The fact that it was close and cheap was the reason he'd bought that particular apartment after having looked at so many others.

However, this day differed from his pre-breakup days in that instead of walking past 'Berkley's Bar', Wufei pushed open the doors and walked in.

"You again mister." Hutch called out. "What'll it be today?"

"Vodka." Wufei murmured.

"Sure thing." The bartender took a bottle off of the shelf and handed it to Wufei.

Sitting down, Wufei took a long swig from the bottle and was pleased to feel the familiar burn coursing through him along with the haziness drinking alcohol brought about. Wufei never did have a high tolerance for alcohol.

This time Wufei drank just enough for his mind to go blissfully hazy before he put down his bottle and stood up.

"That all?" The bartender asked as he watched Wufei get unsteadily to his feet.

"Yesh." There was the slightest slur in Wufei's voice.

As he stumbled to work, Wufei discovered that if he concentrated he could walk relatively straight and he figured that as long as he kept out of people's way, no-one would know he was slightly buzzed.

Walking along and biting his lips in concentration, Wufei prayed for a solo mission. He wanted to get out in the field and forget all about Ling, and if something happened to him on his mission, well, life was just full of risks wasn't it? He could just as easily get hit by a bus when crossing a busy intersection.

Arriving at his work desk however, Wufei was disappointed to see that he had no missions and that instead his desk was overflowing with paperwork.

With a sigh, Wufei got stuck into his paperwork. He couldn't expect a mission everyday. Instead, he prayed for a solo mission the next day.

At lunch, Wufei received four phone calls. One from Sally, one from Heero, one from Duo and one from Quatre. None of them spoke of his failed wedding for which he was thankful.

--x--

The next day was the same as the previous day. Wufei stopped off at 'Burkley's Bar' before making his way into work.

He was rather proud of the fact that no-one noticed he was drunk, although that may have been because he'd been given another stack of paperwork to do so no-one spoke to him. He sighed and got stuck into his paperwork.

At lunch, he received four phone calls: one from Sally, one from Heero, one from Duo and one from Quatre. None of them spoke of his failed wedding for which he was thankful.

--x--

And Thursday passed in much the same manner as Tuesday and Wednesday had.

--x--

Friday started off as the previous three days had. Wufei stopped off at 'Burkley's Bar' before making his way into work.

Again he was proud to note that no-one noticed he was drunk, although that may have been because he'd been given yet another stack of paperwork to do. He stared at the paperwork, teeth grinding and right eye twitching. And then he shoved back his chair and stormed to Trowa's office, brushing past the secretary and pushing open the doors.

"Sir! You can't go in there." Trowa's secretary called.

But Wufei was already inside.

Trowa didn't look up from his files. "It's fine Belinda." He said. "Return to your work and close the doors behind you."

"Yes sir." She turned smartly and left closing the doors behind her.

Wufei moved and sat down in front of Trowa's desk. Trowa didn't look up.

Wufei waited for all of thirty seconds before he bit out harshly. "Barton!"

Trowa looked up slowly and then he lazily leaned back in his director's chair. "What can I do for you Agent Chang?"

Wufei glared at him. "I want to know why I'm not getting field missions!"

Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Why you're not getting field missions you ask?" He gave a small smile and steepled his fingers. "Why don't you ask yourself that?"

Wufei glared at him.

Trowa made a 'tsk, tsk' sound which had Wufei grinding his teeth.

"Let me explain it to you then." Trowa murmured. "You've been coming to work *drunk*."

Wufei looked surprised.

"Yes. I noticed." Trowa said in response. "I've allowed it only because you've just gone through a rough time, but since you've come in here and called my attention to it, I'm afraid I can't ignore it any longer. You're going to have to pull yourself together or I'll have no choice but to fire you. You're a smart person Chang, I'm sure you can find some other way to make yourself forget."

Wufei glared at Trowa. Then he shoved back his chair and began pacing the room. Eventually he found his way over to Trowa's mini-bar.

"Pull myself together." He said bitterly. "Find some other way to forget. Ha! And what do you suggest Barton!" He hissed.

He looked over Trowa's bar. //This bastard's got it good.// Wufei glared balefully at the bar and then picked up a bottle of rum and poured himself a generous helping. Raising the glass to his lips he took a large gulp.

"Find yourself another companion." Trowa stated clearly from behind him.

Wufei laughed darkly. "Who?" He took another large gulp of the rum. //This is good stuff!//

"Me."

Half of the rum went down Wufei's windpipe, and the other half sprayed all over Trowa's two-thousand dollar carpet as Wufei started chocking.

He banged frantically on his chest to clear his air pipe.

He heard Trowa sigh from behind him and then his back was being patted forcefully.

Wufei jumped three feet in the air and then jumped forward out of Trowa's reach, the rest of the rum spilled from Wufei's glass.

Trowa raised an eyebrow at Wufei's actions.

He watched as Wufei pointed a finger at him. "You!?!" Wufei seemed too stunned to continue.

"You're gay!?!" He eventually hollered.

Trowa leaned back against his desk with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. "Bi actually."

Wufei made a face.

"You have a problem with that?" Trowa questioned.

Wufei frantically shook his head. "No. But I'm not that desperate either. I'm one-hundred percent straight thank you very much."

"Think about it." Trowa murmured persuasively. "Why would you want another woman? They're all bitches."

"Not all of them." Wufei defended. "And how can you say that? You seem to enjoy them just fine."

Trowa shrugged. "That's just it. I enjoy them, nothing more. You, on the other hand –."

Wufei shook his head. "No way! I know all about you, you're a fast mover. Out there they call you 'Lightning Trowa'. I would have to be an idiot to date you! You go through girls like I go through clean shirts, and I go through a lot of clean shirts!" Wufei added for emphasis.

"You're different." Trowa told him.

Wufei snorted. "Like you've never used that line before."

"Will you go out with me?" Trowa asked.

Wufei stared at Trowa wondering if he was thick. //Did the man just miss our entire conversation?//

"NO!" He snarled.

Trowa shrugged. "So be it. I expect you sober Monday morning. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to fire you."

"You're just pissed that I won't go out with you." Wufei snapped.

Trowa smirked. "Never let it be said that Chang Wufei is an idiot."

Wufei slammed his empty rum glass down and turning around stormed out of the office seething. How dare Trowa try to blackmail him? What right did he have? And after all that Wufei hadn't even gotten to drink all of his rum! In his shock he'd used it to decorate Trowa's carpet!

Wufei did an about turn and stormed back in.

"And you tell Sally and the other pilots to stop calling me!" He yelled before turning and storming back out again.

Trowa smiled as he watched Wufei leave. Wufei was practically hissing in anger, almost like a defensive kitten. When Trowa couldn't see Wufei anymore, he pressed on his intercom.

"Coming sir!" His secretary chirped.

Arriving at his office, his secretary gave him a bright grin. "From those little hissing growling noises he was making as he left, I take it he didn't acquiesce to your idea?"

Trowa smirked. "No, but he will. I need you to get someone to come in and clean the carpet again."

Belinda smiled as she looked at the rum stain on the carpet. "I'm onto it sir!"

Trowa nodded. "Good girl." Then he frowned as he noticed something. His best bottle of rum was missing from the mini bar. //I'm sure it was there two seconds ago. Hmm? Wufei you little sneak!//

Striding away cradling the rum bottle under his jacket, Wufei couldn't stop the little grin from crossing his face. Trowa wasn't as smart as he thought he was.














Chapter Four:

Monday morning found Wufei waking up bright and early courtesy of his front doorbell ringing. Wufei groaned and tugged his pillows over his head.

"Go away." He yelled.

The doorbell continued ringing. It almost sounded like someone had their finger pressed against it and was not letting go.

//How annoying.// Wufei thought grumpily as he clambered from his bed and stomped his way to the front door. Someone was going to pay dearly for this.

Wufei angrily yanked the door open only to find Trowa leaning against the wall, his shoulder pressed against the doorbell.

Wufei glared, envious of the bastard for having the height to be able to do that.

"I'm here to take you to work." Trowa told him calmly. "Won't you invite me in?"

Wufei slammed the door on Trowa's face and went to have his shower instead.

When Wufei came out of his bathroom, he blinked once. And then blinked again. Nope, Trowa was still there, larger than life and sitting on Wufei's couch.

"That's breaking and entering." He grumped.

Trowa just shrugged, appearing for all intent and purposes as though he didn't have a care in the world.

Wufei attempted to burn a hole through Trowa's head with his eyeballs, but when that failed, turned away instead in favour of caffeine.

Trowa watched as Wufei poured himself a cup of coffee and gulp it down before picking up his bag and moving towards the door.

Trowa raised an eyebrow. "What about breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry." Wufei muttered.

Trowa stood up and Wufei suddenly found his way to the entrance blocked.

"You'll eat breakfast." Trowa stated calmly.

"You can't make me." Wufei retorted.

Trowa gave a small smile. "You really think I can't?"

The next moment, Wufei found himself in a headlock being dragged back towards his kitchen.

Trowa stopped in the center of Wufei's kitchen and said calmly. "Now, will you be a good boy and eat your breakfast by yourself, or do I have to feed you?"

Wufei ground his teeth.

"Myself." He eventually snarled.

Wufei found himself released and straightening up, glared sourly at Trowa.

Trowa smiled and pointed to the cupboard.

Wufei muttered and mumbled under his breath as he stuck two pieces of bread into the toaster and wondered why it was that whenever he was around Trowa, he was always left without a shred of dignity.

Buttering his toast, he ripped into it viciously imagining it was Trowa's head he was chewing on.

He heard the bastard chuckle.

Somehow that morning, the two managed to make it out of Wufei's apartment without any bloodshed, though it took a lot of restraint on Wufei's behalf.

They walked to work silently.

On their way past 'Burkley's Bar' Wufei gave a wistful sigh. On this particular morning, Wufei felt he needed a drink more than anything.

Trowa, the bastard, merely chuckled.

Arriving at work five minutes later, Trowa walked Wufei all the way to his desk, and once he was sure Wufei was comfortable, left to go to his own office.

Looking at his desk, Wufei was pleasantly surprised to see that instead of the monotonous paperwork he'd had for the past few days, he had a mission plan to write up. Even though it wasn't his own mission, it was much better than filling in stupid forms. He got stuck into his work with a little smile.

--x--

At lunchtime, Trowa appeared at Wufei's desk. "Let's go eat." He invited.

"No." Wufei growled. He wasn't going to let the bastard woo him like a girl.

"Why not?" Trowa asked.

"I'm going to eat lunch with Raymond." Wufei was glad now that Raymond had invited him out for lunch earlier in the morning. Otherwise he'd be stuck with Trowa the bastard. He promised himself that next time Raymond invited him out, he wouldn't accept the invitation so ungraciously.

"Is that so?" Trowa said turning to look at Raymond.

His subordinate gulped.

"No." He stammered, ignoring Wufei's surprised look.

"I was going to tell Chang that I accidentally double booked. Sorry Chang."

Two seconds later Raymond had flown out the door.

Trowa smiled. "So you can have lunch with me now, or was there someone else you wanted to have lunch with?" He looked around the room.

Immediately all of his subordinates lowered their heads to their desk suddenly finding their paperwork interesting.

Wufei snarled annoyed before he pushed past Trowa and stormed out of the door.

Trowa merely chuckled as he followed Wufei. "I'm glad you're eager." He murmured.

Wufei's steps faltered.

"Don't flatter yourself." He grumbled as they left the building.

"I'm just happy you're having lunch with me." Trowa sounded amused.

Wufei glared at him from the side of his eyes. "You can pay for lunch."

"Of course." Trowa murmured.

Wufei suddenly gave a vicious grin. "I want to eat at the Mirage." //Take that bastard!//

"Whatever you say Chang." Trowa acquiesced.

Wufei just continued to grin. He was going to send the man to the cleaners. //One-hundred dollar dishes, here I come!//

Arriving at the Mirage, the two got a table immediately. That was odd seeing as how it was lunch time, but Wufei wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Wufei grinned as he looked at the menu the waiter handed him. "I'll have a coke, the special Mirage noodles, the sweet and sour fish and the lemon-grass beef. Oh, and I'd like a Peking duck, six of the chives and prawn yum-cha and the buttered chicken to go please."

He smiled at the waiter's surprised look and turned to Trowa saying sweetly. "Was there anything you wanted?"

Trowa smiled serenely. "I'll have an apple juice please."

Wufei looked at Trowa closely. He didn't seem to be the least bit perturbed that he'd be forking out over six-hundred for this lunch. Six-hundred! That was how much Wufei made in a week!

Trowa looked at Wufei. "Food to go?"

Wufei shrugged. "I can eat it for dinner."

Trowa nodded. "An excellent idea. I'll come over tonight and join you then."

Wufei smiled angelically. "I haven't invited you."

Trowa shook his head, lips curling up slightly. "That's really unkind of you Chang, especially since you're eating a quarter of my day's wage."

Wufei choked on his coke. "A quarter of your day's wage!?!" He managed to gasp past his strangled throat. //Only a quarter of his day's wage!?!//

Trowa smirked at him.

"I'm rich, powerful and good looking. Have you changed your mind yet?"

Wufei coughed once to clear the coke from his wind pipe before smiling sweetly. "Oh, you might have persuaded me. It's just too bad you're big-headed too. I have an aversion to big-headed people."

Trowa just smiled. "I'll have you eventually."

Wufei opened his mouth to refute such a preposterous statement, but before he could do so, their waiter returned with the food.

"Enjoy!" Their waiter declared as he set the food on the table with a flourish.

Wufei growled irritated and feeling cheated. He hadn't had the opportunity to blast Trowa yet! He stabbed at a piece of beef determined not to enjoy the food. However, that thought melted out of his mind just as quickly as the beef melted in his mouth.

Trowa watched Wufei amused even as he speared a piece of the fish.

--x--

Forty minutes later the two were done with their lunch. Wufei sat back with a blissful sigh. //Hmm… Good food.// Well, it was better than the two-minute noodles he cooked for himself everyday anyway.

He watched as Trowa lazily dropped seven-hundred dollars onto the tray and the waiter's eyes brightened.

//Hn. He can afford to be a big tipper.// Wufei thought irritated.

"Good bye sirs!" The waiter chirped as he handed Wufei his bag of take-out.

Now that Wufei was no longer being seduced by the food, he felt cheated. He'd spent his entire lunch trying to irritate Trowa, only to find that he hadn't even put a dent into the bastard's pocket.

He frowned. If the bastard showed up at his house that night, Wufei was not going to be happy.

The two walked silently back to work and once again Trowa walked Wufei all of the way to his desk before leaving to go to his own office.

//Probably afraid I'll pick up some alcohol when he's not looking.// Wufei thought grumpily as he stowed his takeout under his desk and once again got stuck into his work. It wasn't Wufei's mission, but it was better than filling in stupid forms.

--x--

At five o'clock that evening, Wufei stretched easily and packed his belongings. All around him his workmates were doing the same.

Wufei smiled and leaned down to turn off his computer. When he next looked up he was startled to see that he was all alone in the room.

//If they would just show that speed on the field, they'd be up there with the best!// Wufei shook his head ruefully and leaned down to pick up his takeaway. He ignored the shadow that fell across his desk and instead walked to the door.

"Ignoring me now Chang?" Trowa sounded amused.

Wufei sped up, pretending that he was alone.

He heard Trowa's low chuckle.

Almost running home now, Wufei determinedly ignored Trowa. //Why the hell does the bastard have such long legs?!//

Arriving rather breathlessly at his apartment, Wufei opened his front door before attempting to walk in and slam the door on Trowa's face.

Strong fingers holding the door prevented him from doing so and he watched as Trowa forced his way in.

"Why now?" Wufei demanded suddenly as they stood together in the hallway. "Why have you decided that you must have me now?"

Trowa smirked. "I've always wanted you. But you were engaged before and now you aren't."

"Have you ever heard of rebound?" Wufei demanded.

Trowa shrugged. "I don't mind."

"Whatever." Wufei turned and walked into his kitchen and began heating up the food.

"You can try as much as you want, but that won't change the fact that I'm one-hundred percent straight."

Wufei turned to find Trowa standing right behind him.

One hand moved to his chin. "Are you?"

And then Trowa's head lowered and Wufei found himself being thoroughly kissed.

His hands came up to push at Trowa's chest. But the bastard just continued to kiss him. It was a kiss that totally dominated him and made him want more.

Trowa pulled back slowly, his eyes bright. "Are you really?"

Wufei threw a punch.

Trowa caught his fist and pulled Wufei hard against himself, one hard muscled thigh moving between Wufei's legs to rub lightly against Wufei's erection.

He forced Wufei into another kiss.

"Are you really?" Trowa asked again.















Chapter Five:

The next morning found Wufei groggy. He'd been unable to sleep the night before thanks to that meddling bastard Trowa.

Wufei knew he was straight. He wasn't going to let anything Trowa do persuade him otherwise.

He conveniently ignored the fact that he'd gotten a hard-on when Trowa kissed him. Or the fact that he'd enjoyed the kiss.

He ignored the persistent ringing of his doorbell and instead moved forward to wedge a chair underneath the doorknob.

Pleased with himself, he left to have his shower.

When he came out of his shower, he blinked and wondered whether it was just a case of déjà vu.

That bastard Trowa was once again sitting on his couch looking like the cat that had gotten the canary. Wufei turned his head curiously to look at his front door.

"I've put the chair back at the kitchen table where it belongs." Trowa told him easily.

"The chair was there for a reason." Wufei grumped.

"Was it?" Trowa feigned surprise.

Wufei ignored him in the interest of making breakfast; he didn't want to be force-fed.

He ignored Trowa who insisted on eating half of Wufei's breakfast.

Eventually the two made it out of the house and once again there was no bloodshed. However, it must be mentioned, it took a lot of restraint on Wufei's behalf not to just pick up his katana and be done with it. The only reason Wufei held back was because he knew that it wouldn't be good for his record if it was discovered that he'd killed his superior and stashed his body in the park somewhere.

//Now that's a thought…// Wufei glanced at Trowa.

Almost as though reading his mind, Trowa chuckled. "I'm no lightweight."

Wufei blinked at him wide-eyed.

"But I am psychic."

Trowa turned away to hide his amused smile. Let Wufei think he was psychic. Trowa wasn't going to tell Wufei he could read Wufei's thoughts by the murderous expression on his face.

Once again they passed 'Berkley's Bar' but Wufei was so busy feeling annoyed at Trowa that he passed it without a second glance.

Trowa was pleased.

Wufei didn't notice.

Once again Trowa walked Wufei to his desk before going to his own office.

Sitting at his desk feeling quite cross, Wufei came to the decision that he wasn't going to have lunch with that bastard Trowa.

He pasted a smile on his face and walked up to one of his workmates. "Hi Mary." He said.

She blinked at him. The shock was evident on her face.

He tried for another smile.

Her mouth dropped open.

"Would you like to have lunch together?" Wufei asked.

"…"

"Mary?" Wufei persisted.

Mary coughed herself out of her stunned stupor and gave him an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, I promised my sister I'd have lunch with her today."

"Oh." Wufei nodded. "Never mind."

He moved on and tried Bob. "Would you like to have lunch together?"

It turned out that Bob was busy too. As was Stephen. Raymond. Katherine. Nadia. Bart.

By the time he'd done a round of the room Wufei was exhausted. He slumped into his chair unhappily. //What a day for them all to have prior commitments.//

What poor Wufei didn't know was that his fellow workmates seeing that Trowa was trying to woo Wufei had decided, quite wisely, to step aside.

No one was foolish enough to mess with their superior. He could be quite frightening when he chose to be.

Five minutes before lunch time came around, Wufei left to go to the toilet, and he never returned.

As the clock struck twelve noon, Trowa arrived to pick Wufei up for lunch, but he saw only an empty seat where Wufei was supposed to be.

"Free. Where's Chang?"

Mary looked up in surprise. "He was here a few minutes ago." She turned to Bob. "Moysten, do you know where he is?"

Bob shook his head.

Trowa turned to look at the rest of his subordinates. One by one they shook their heads. No one knew where Wufei was.

Trowa gave his subordinates a kind smile. "Well then, I guess you had all better go to lunch."

His subordinates all stood up gratefully.

Trowa shook his head wistfully. "How can I eat my lunch with Chang if I can't find him?"

His subordinates all sighed and moved off in search of Wufei.

Trowa smirked and sat down on Wufei's desk to wait.

Less than five minutes later, Katherine was making her report. "He's on the roof, Sir!"

Trowa nodded pleased.

"Enjoy your lunch then."

His subordinates all disappeared out of the door as fast as their legs could carry them. It was best not to mess with Trowa.

Trowa made his way to the roof and found Wufei sitting there eating his lunch.

"Nice view." He remarked.

Wufei started and then glared. "How did you find me?"

Trowa smiled kindly. "I forced your workmates to postpone their lunch to search for you."

Wufei started to splutter. "That's abuse of your resources."

"Yes." Trowa nodded. "And it will continue to happen if you disappear again."

Wufei frowned at him. "This is a side of you I haven't seen."

Trowa leaned forward. "Do you like it?"

"No!" Wufei shouted. "Are you crazy? Why would I like it?"

Trowa shrugged. "Who knows?"

He sat down beside Wufei, right in his personal space.

Wufei glared. Trowa smiled.

They sat there and ate their lunch.

--x--

The days that followed settled into a routine. Trowa would pick Wufei's lock and eat breakfast with him. In the interest of not starving, Wufei had become used to making breakfast for two people. He made Trowa pay for breakfast though. Trowa merely handed the money over with a serene smile.

At lunch, rather than making his workmates suffer, Wufei went willingly with Trowa and used the opportunity to try out the best restaurants in town. Trowa paid for Wufei's obscenely expensive lunches with a serene smile.

And then after work, Trowa would follow Wufei home to eat dinner with him. After all, dinner was always takeaway Wufei ordered during lunch.

And in this fashion, two weeks passed.

--x--

When his telephone rang at two o'clock in the morning, wait, make it night, Wufei answered it muttering death threats under his breath.

"Yo Wu!" A cheerful voice came over the line.

Wufei growled. "Maxwell, do you even know what time it is over here?"

"Uh, nope? But ya gonna tell me right?"

"It's two in the morning you idiot!" Wufei yelled.

"Geeze, sorry Wu." Duo sounded contrite. "But I just heard the good news on the grapevine and I was so excited I couldn't resist!"

"What good news?" Wufei grumbled. Who was he to pop the idiot's happy bubble? He wondered whether Duo had finally gotten himself a decent girlfriend, or even better, gotten himself a promotion.

"Someone from your office transferred to our branch. Name's Kat. She told us you were dating Tro, you sly dog."

Wufei very nearly hung up the phone, but he realised that if he did that, Duo might be stuck with his misinterpretation.

So instead he said sweetly. "I'm not actually."

"Don't lie to me Wu. I'm your best buddy, I even phoned your branch to check with the man himself!"

Wufei glared hatefully at the phone. "GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD I'M NOT!" He hollered. And then he slammed the phone down.

Then he picked up the phone and called Trowa. It was answered on the first ring. "Yes?" Trowa's calm voice came over the line. The fact that the bastard hadn't even been sleeping so Wufei hadn't woken him irritated Wufei to no end.

"STOP SPREADING RUMOURS YOU BASTARD!!!" Wufei howled before he slammed the phone down.

Left with the dial tone in his ear, Trowa sighed.
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