Title: Takeover
Author: Kiarene
Pairings: 1x5
Rating: R. Very R.
Summary: AU. Corporate raider Heero Yuy has his sights on one Chang Wufei.

Published: 20th July 2005
Disclaimer: I so totally own them. Bwahaha.

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Last chapter…

A/N: Sorry, the original chapter I posted was not compliant with fanfiction net's regulations, so I edited it somewhat. Scroll down and see the last part. However, I also rewrote the ending and I think I'm actually more satisfied with this version. If you want the original version, please visit the Gundam Wing Fanfiction Archive at www(dot)gundam-wing-fanfiction(dot)net, where I am listed also as Kiarene. I will update my website shortly as well.

Takeover 13

I check to see if the coast is clear — in other words, if Sally isn't looking — and walk as quietly as I can out without actually creeping. She should be all right without me for a few hours; I mean, I have my cell phone and I did leave a note, on cheerful yellow post-it no less. And really, while I am the one with the big vision, and the company, I would readily admit that the person who does most of the work in the office is dear Sally.

I really should look into getting a back-door for my office.

Out the door, down the elevator, out into the carpark. However, just when I am almost clear, I hear a familiar voice.

"Heero!"

Cringing at the timing, I turn around. Duo flinches at my impatient look. "Wait, I need to talk to you—"

Ok, I know Duo had been a wonderful boyfriend to me, even if his kiss yesterday did ruin my company, and therefore, I'm not blowing him off. Holding up a palm, I interrupt him as politely as I can.

"Duo, look. I know what you're going to say but I'm not changing my mind."

"Why not? Aren't you going to give me a chance?" Duo looks pissed. He's also looking less than perfect today; his color is wan, lips pinched and eyes narrowed, and his hair is tied in a messy tail instead of a braid today. I recognize all the signs of a bad hangover.

"Because this relationship for me is different…from my previous ones…" I fumble for words, not the first time today I note wryly. "Because I did give you a chance, but I… I didn't feel anything special on my side. I'm sorry."

A look of hurt flashes across his face. Then he crosses his arms and sneers snidely. "And how is your new …boyfriend going to be any different from your past lovers? How do you know it's not going to be another quick fling? You go through boyfriends like people go through shoes."

This time, the right words come to me easily. "Because I love him."

Duo's face pales even further. I have never used that term before. Never. I use to laugh at the term and consider it frivolous, but I also consider myself a truthful person and so, I don't use the word 'love' in vain. I'm sure I have other qualities that would easily lure potential bed-mates, such as money and good looks. No need to sprout all the 'love' nonsense, I used to say.

"No you don't," Duo protests weakly. "You… You say you've never been in love? How would you know what love is?"

"Yes I do," I say tiredly. Suddenly, all the stress of the morning just crashed down on me. Not wishing to explain anything else to Duo, I turn and leave.

Duo does not follow.

---

Figuring that he would be coming back later in the day, Wufei opts to leave his bike at the university. The ride there to the circus is quiet as I don't feel like turning on the music system in the car. At this time of the day, there's not much traffic on the roads.

"You seemed much chirpier on the phone," Wufei notes, realizing that something is off.

"Yeah well, I had a bit of a bad morning. That was stress-induced chirpiness. I think I crashed since."

It's still early in the day so there aren't that many people at the circus yet, so I manage to find a parking space easily. I guess this is the sort of place that would come alive in the evenings.

"Want to talk about it?" Wufei asks hesitantly.

I think about it. "No, not really. I just want to forget about work for a while."

"All right."

Turning to him, I force a grin. He's casually dressed today in a pair of black jeans and a red linen shirt that has a black dragon printed on the side. I feel a bit overdressed in my suit, so I take off my jacket and leave that in the car. It's a warm day so I also release the top two buttons of my blue shirt and roll up my sleeves.

"Hey hey, I asked you out. I should be focusing on you."

He slips an arm around my shoulders. "Hey yourself. You don't have to be a big, tough business tycoon all the time. Let me take care of you too."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me," I protest. His arm around me feels very warm and secure; have I mentioned he's the same height as me? Simply perfect for kissing. And so I do.

"I'm sure you're more than able to handle the corporate sharks out there, but you can be clueless in many other things too." Wufei smiles, and pecks me on the lips again.

The attendant at the circus entrance gives us a knowing smirk when we walk past.

"Just because I didn't know how to set up a tent…"

"Not just that," Wufei says, grinning. His black eyes are lively, his cologne distracting. I kiss him again.

"What?"

Wufei shakes his head, chuckling. "Nothing. Let's just enjoy ourselves. You mentioned you had never been to a circus before?"

"No…" I look at the gaudy stalls and crowds around me with trepidation. It's all so noisy and chaotic. A clown walks by, his oversized shoes flip-flopping loudly, talking rapidly with a brawny guy in a skin-tight red and green leotard. I mentally add 'juvenile' and 'tacky' to the list of undesirable adjectives.

Wufei laughs at my horrified expression, his arm tightening around me comfortingly. "It's not so bad… Look, let's go and have lunch first. Trust me."

Shuddering a little, I follow him. "I'm regretting this already."

---

But surprisingly enough, I have a good time.

After a meal of assorted kebab-ed snacks and pastries, we walk around and Wufei wins me a prize at one of the game stores — he's quite a crack-shot. I hang the trinket on my cell phone.

Turns out his graduate student, the tall one, works part-time here in the main circus show. Despite the white clown make-up, the heavy fall of hair over his face is a dead-giveaway. After the show, in which I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would, he brings us round the back to pet the lions.

Then we went around to eat more snack and participate in more 'juvenile' activities. The Tunnel of Love is rather tackily named, but fun in its own way, for obvious reasons.

Wufei hops off the wobbly boat easily. When I move to stand up though, the swan threatens to tip me over and I end up clutching the neck in a very undignified manner.

"Hold my hand," Wufei coaxes. I can see that he's trying to hold back his laughter.

"I hate you. And your martial arts training," I declare sullenly. But I take his hand anyway and he helps me off.

Then Wufei gives a sudden yank and I stumble, sprawling into his arms. "We have a problem," he breathes into my ear. He pulls us under the shade of the trees, and we stand there for a few minutes, arms wrapped around each other.

I roll my hips against his, our erections bumping. "Is that why you were leaning forward and helping me?"

Wufei snickers. "At least I didn't almost fall off the swan because I was trying to get off the swan in a half-crouched position."

"Shut up." I find myself humping against him, instinctively trying to relive the tension down there. "So, what are we going to do now?"

"Nothing. We're in public and there are children about, for chrissakes," Wufei hisses. His strong hands grab hold of my errant hips firmly. "This is all your fault."

"Yeah? You were doing your fair share of groping too." I smirk. "Besides, what was I to think when you told me we were taking a ride down the tunnel of love?"

"It was supposed to be romantic. Only you would think of it as the tunnel of lust."

"Can't help it when I'm with you." Closing my eyes, I lean forward and press my lips against his. Partially hidden away under the trees and blocked by the fake tunnel structure, the noise of the fairground recedes, and it seems almost private.

He laughs in between kisses, and traps my arms against my sides. "Stop that. You do realize this isn't helping matters any?"

"What are you going to…" I taunt, wriggling suggestively, "do about it?"

Abruptly, Wufei flips me around, pinning me to the side of the tunnel. His lips curl up in a wicked grin as he purrs throatily at me. "What do you want me to …do?" His head dips, trails a wet trail down my jaw, suckles at the hollow of my throat.

I groan, low and needy. I wish my hands are free; my thigh pushes between his legs, pushes upwards.

"Stop that." His thighs grip mine. Hard. He nips me hard enough that I yelp.

"Not fair. Why are you torturing me like this?"

He doesn't reply because he's too busy sucking a hickey.

"Ohh…" My head lolls to the side and he proceeds to take advantage, nibbling a ruby necklace along my exposed collar. "What happened to the reticent college professor?"

"That's your stereotypical image of a professor." He licks a wet trail all the way up my throat, up along my jugular and fuck—

I wince at the bite on my ear lobe. And shiver as he takes the tender piece of flesh into his mouth and laves it soothingly, purring into my ear. "Really. Am I that sort?"

Thinking of the explosive interactions between us, of his fire and feistiness, I grin ruefully. "No. But you'd never seem so enthusiastic before…"

"I'm not a frivolous kind of guy." He turns his head, catches my lips again. "Wanted to see if you were serious."

"And, if I am?" I pant against his lips. Opens my eyes and drowns in his.

"Then I am as well. Be warned, Yuy. I am very serious." His voice drops to a rumble that just goes right through me. Gods. That bedroom voice of his, low and husky. "You're mine."

"Yours," I agree breathlessly.

"Mine," he repeats. Then he turns to look to the side and dazedly, I turn my head as well.

Duo is standing at the opposite side of the stream, the one that runs through the tunnel, eyes wide open and utterly shocked.

"….Duo?" What's he doing here?

"I guess you really do love him after all," Duo whispers, shoulders slumped. He sounds defeated. "You wouldn't let anyone else do that to you otherwise."

"Wha…?" I don't understand.

Wufei stares intently at Duo, arms around me like a dragon hording its gold, and slowly, Duo smiles in resignation. He gives a curt nod. "I understand. Goodbye, Heero."

I stare at Duo's retreating back and then it hits me. I should feel offended, but I'm not. Turning back to Wufei, I raise a brow. "Possessive, aren't we?'

"I don't share."

"I don't mind."

Wufei smirks, flashing the tip of his pink tongue and hinting at all sorts of obscene promises. "Let's go then. Your apartment is closer."

---

"Ugh. I think you broke me." Any attempt to move sent a searing jolt through me. Down there.

Wufei groans, turning over on his back slowly. He clutches one shoulder gingerly. "The damage was mutual."

I lie on my front, because it's impossible for me to flip on my back now, and contemplate the floor. "I hurt more."

I also have a sneaky suspicion that this is going to be a common occurrence. I'm normally the dominant one in a relationship, but when I'm with Wufei, I just can't think straight. He only has to look at me and….

I turn my head, and see Wufei gazing at me fondly, his expression at once possessive and tender as he pulls me close. Something warm and happy skips in me; something fundamental shifts. I feel like I've lost my foundations, that I'm falling, but that's all right.

Because I know Wufei would be there to catch me.

The End

A/N: Did anyone notice the irony — Heero starts off, planning to mount a hostile assault and storm Wufei's defenses, but was taken over in the end? But (mostly) everyone's happy in the end.

I know there are a couple of loose ends, but I felt like ending the story here. Term start next week. I'm not ready. buries head in sand

About Quatre, I'm sure Wufei would just order him to stop bullying Heero.

And Duo, well, I'm sure perhaps Wufei knew about him. After all, Heero's been chasing him for months and Quatre's not the only one who reads the papers.