I Need a Gangsta to Love Me Betta

Chapter Six

He belonged to Wei Qian.

The words left his mouth before he could stop them, bold and raw, like tearing off an old scab to expose the wound beneath. Xiao Yuan's words hung in the air between them, the silence that followed heavy and charged. He had spoken before he could stop himself, the possessive need within him flaring to life, desperate to lay claim to Wei Qian in any way he could.

Xiao Yuan's words had struck a nerve, and he could see the wheels turning in Wei Qian's mind.

Wei Qian's face twisted at his words, the brief flicker of emotion in his eyes quickly shut down, his expression hardening once more. But he didn't say anything, didn't agree or disagree.

And Xiao Yuan couldn't back down now. Not after everything that had happened.

Xiao Yuan could see the flicker of emotion behind Wei Qian's stoic gaze, the brief crack in his controlled facade. He reached out, his hand slowly reaching for Wei Qian's.

"I mean it," Xiao Yuan muttered, his voice firm. "Completely and utterly yours."

Wei Qian's face was still unreadable, but Xiao Yuan thought he saw a flicker of something in the other man's eyes - something that looked vaguely like surprise and pain.

But soon his eyes hardened and a shutter crashed over Wei Qian's face, locking his emotions away as the man looked at him.

"No. Do not stoop so low, now."

Xiao Yuan felt the sharp sting of Wei Qian's words in his chest, a pang of hurt and anger welling up in him. He wanted to protest, to argue, to tell him that it was the truth, that he did belong to him, that he always had and always would.

"Stoop?" Xiao Yuan repeated, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "What are you— I'm being serious, can't you see that?... I've bared my heart. Can't you at least give me a response? A real one."

For a moment, Wei Qian's eyes softened, a hint of what seemed like vulnerability flickering across his face. But just as quickly as it appeared, his expression hardened again, his eyes like steel, his face an immovable mask.

"What response do you want?" Wei Qian asked, his voice low and even. "What do you want me to say?"

"The truth! I want to know how you feel, not this damn robot mask you're wearing! I want to hear the truth, straight from your mouth!"

Wei Qian's eyes flickered with a hint of irritation.

"And what makes you think I feel anything at all?" Wei Qiane retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're delusional for thinking that I would feel anything except hatred for you or disgust. And I refuse to play this stupid game with you. I am tired of your drama and how you are fucking up my life."

It was utter bullshit and Xiao Yuan knew that.

Wei Qian was too stubborn, too proud to even consider the thought that there was something brewing between them. So Xiao Yuan simply clenched his jaw, forcing himself to hold his tongue.

Xiao Yuan could feel the heat of Wei Qian's body against his, the hard, muscular planes of his chest pressed against his back, their skin slick with water, making them slide against each other easily.

God, he missed having him in his arms.

He missed having him moan, clench, and arch in pleasure. Wei Qian in the throes of passion was a beauty to behold.

Xiao Yuan's mind was a maelstrom of desire, his body screaming to claim the body in front of him. He needed to feel the heat of Wei Qian's skin, to make him burn for him just as he did for him.