Why Must Wufei Torment Me So?

[windandwater]

Hands reached out from the darkness, spinning Wufei around and slamming him against the wall. The blood pounded in his head and Wufei had to close his eyes as he swallowed back the nausea the action caused. A hard, warm body pressed up against him and Wufei couldn't think past the alcohol haze, couldn't defend himself as his arms were pinioned above his head.

And did he want to? Wasn't this what he wanted?

"Where were you?" Heero growled into his ear, the sound rumbling through his chest and making Wufei gasp at the sensation. Heero shook him, slamming his shoulders into the wall for emphasis. "Where have you been?"

Something in the Chinese youth snapped. Rebelled. Where did Heero get off on acting like a possessive prick? Who was he to make demands on his life? It was *his* life. HIS. Wufei opened his eyes in a narrowed glare.

"Didn't know you cared, Yuy," he spat out, yanking on his wrists in an effort to remove himself from Heero's grasp.

But Heero snarled, leaning in to trap Wufei against the wall with his own body. "Where have you been?"

"Out."

A twisting grip. Another shove.

"Where have you been?"

"What does it matter to you?"

A rougher shove. A hand on the throat.

"Where have you been?"

Wufei smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Heero glared -- and it was a truly frightening sight. But Wufei glared back defiantly, supressing the urge to wince as Heero's fingers tightened on his shoulder and throat.

"Look at you," Heero spat out, Prussian eyes raking down Wufei's disheveled form, "You reek of smoke and alcohol and sex."

"Yeah," Wufei replied with a grin, "I had a good time."

"So is that where you were? You whored yourself out to whoever would have you?"

Wufei caught the intense emotion gathering in Heero's Prussian eyes. He could feel the tension that was so tight through the other man's body that it made him seem to shake all over. And then Heero forced his denim-clad leg between Wufei's and the Chinese man knew what was going to happen next. And, of course. Wasn't this what he wanted, Wufei thought as Heero's lips captured his in a brutal, punishing kiss.

Wasn't this what he wanted, Heero throwing him across the small apartment to land in a heap on the bed?

Wasn't this what he was aiming for, as Heero literally ripped the clothes from his body and caught him in a grip like iron?

Wasn't this all he was worth, as he returned Heero's kiss just as savagely?

And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we having fun yet?"