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[For 50scenes]: Coffee break
Title: Coffee Break
Author: Shirahime
Fandom: Infernal Affairs
Characters: Wong & Yan
Prompt: 039 - Sugar
Word Count: 470
Rating: PG
Summary: A break from the usual business.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don’t own the IA trilogy or its characters, and I’m not making money from this story.



The sun had just begun to peek out from behind the clouds when Yan heard the footsteps that heralded the arrival of the man he’d been waiting for. Yan rose from the ledge on which he sat, turning in the direction of the approaching figure. Sunglasses glinted as rays of light reflected from tinted lenses as the dark-suited Wong approached. The light winds blowing across the rooftops caught short black locks, tossing them slightly.

Wong nodded to Yan, taking a seat on the concrete ledge by the stairs to the lower level. The other man followed suit, noticing that his boss was holding a small brown bag.

“What’s that?” Yan asked, indicating the bag. Wong was always bringing some new form of spy equipment or other.

The bag crinkled noisily as Wong opened it to reach inside, pulling out a white Styrofoam cup. “Coffee,” he answered, holding the container out for Yan to take. “I got thirsty on the way, and thought that you might like some.”

Yan smiled faintly as he took it, shaking his head. Boss was so casual about this sometimes. At any time, the two of them might be spotted together, cover blown, lives possibly over. Much of the time, it was with trepidation that Yan headed to the heights of the Guangdong Investment Tower. Yet Wong acted so nonchalant about it most days.

He watched Wong tear the packet of sugar, white crystals cascading into the swirling black liquid as he stirred. Yan’s eyes followed the thin brown straw as it was placed in his boss’ mouth, the remnants of sweet liquid drawn off by suction.

“Hey,” Yan said. “Got anymore?” he asked, referring to the sugar.

He watched the other man’s eyebrows furrow in question. “I thought that you took your coffee black?”

“I do most days,” Yan answered, wondering why it was that the man knew this. They’d never drank coffee together before, if memory served.

Yan took the packet from the other man, pouring the contents into the cup nestled between his legs. He looked up, surprised initially to find the other man gazing at him. He could almost feel the strange intensity of it, even though brown eyes were hidden behind dark glasses. He brushed his apprehension off quickly, since Wong usually gave his surrounding a similar form of scrutiny.

“Do you have another…?” Yan trailed off, pointing at the thin straw held between Wong’s lips.

The bag rustled as Wong fished within it before removing his hand to pluck the straw from his mouth. “This seems to be the only one.”

Yan glanced at it a moment before taking it from the man’s hand. “It figures,” he remarked as he used it to swirl the warm fluid.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wong smirk faintly.


End