Author: Blue ^__^
Category: AU, 1x2x1, 2x2
Warnings: Lemon, language, yaoi, mind game BDSM (aka mindfuck . . . what
fun!), PWP, POV, (what is it with all the capital letters... ?)
Spoilers: Still none.
Notes: Still for Dacia. Everything else is written in the first part,
and I'm too lazy to write it out again. Not surprising, is it? I could
cut and paste...but I'm too lazy for that too. ^__^
Play My Game + Part Two
Breathe and Burn
Quarter to ten that night I pulled up in front of the Pyro. I had finally
settled on a pair of form-fitting black leather pants, low riding, and
a tight red tank. When I moved it exposed only a bit of my stomach, and
it was cut in a low V, of course. I had rebraided my hair and topped the
look off with a black choker and my favorite boots. I decided to leave
my coat at home. If I had it my way, I wanted as little material between
my body and Heero's as possible.
I crawled out of the Maserati, glancing at the ID that the valet held
out. Satisfied, I nodded. The valet was a slight, very luminous looking
man. Don't laugh. He WAS luminous. His blond hair glowed in the lights,
and his large aqua eyes sparkled. His skin itself seemed to glow, it was
that pale. He didn't hand me a claim token, or even ask for a name before
he engaged the vehicle and, throwing me a smile, drove away. I chalked
it up to the private status of the Pyro. I climbed the stairs, trying
to contain my eagerness. The man at the door looked me over slowly, his
deep green eyes partially concealed by a fall of vibrant brown hair. I
shifted a little, not quite posing for him but close to it. He smiled
appreciatively as he nodded, giving me permission to enter. I walked up
to the blackened doors and paused before entering. Turning to him, I leaned
forward and brushed my lips over his briefly. I pulled back and winked;
then quite deliberately licked my lips. I watched as his eyes clouded
over a little. Laughing softly to myself, I walked into the entrance hall
of the club, barely noticing when the doors slid quietly shut behind me.
I needed that. The little encounter at the door helped me regain some
of my composure and confidence. Perhaps Heero played the game too well,
I was never put off balance like this. Calm for the moment, I ventured
further into the building. And tried not to gape.
Two bars lined the first floor walls. Pedestal tables with stools were
scattered around, and the floor was covered in liquid crystal tile that
swirled continuously with the press of human feet. The dance floor was
set in the center of the spacious main floor, obstructed by the bodies
of the clubbers. My eyes fell on a stairway, and they followed it up.
The second and third floors were open balconies, each with its own bar.
The second floor was dominated by larger tables for bigger groups, while
the third floor was covered by what looked to be hundreds of pillows,
all arranged into comfortable places to recline. People were everywhere.
My mind balked at the sheer number of them in this single club.
A small woman approached me while I was busy gawking. I gave her a quick
look which told me she was attractive enough. Slender with small blue
eyes and startling dark red hair. And dressed similar to the two men outside.
She was smiling at me, and I managed to tear my eyes away from the room
to return it.
"And your name would be?" she asked. Ah, she worked here. Looked
like a nice job.
"Maxwell. Duo Maxwell." I turned up the wattage on my smile
just a bit.
Her eyes glowed. "If you'll follow me, please . . ." she said,
turning away and heading for the stairs.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders and followed her. When in Rome . . .
She led me to the third floor, and on the way up I noticed that there
was another stairwell leading to a fourth. The top floor wasn't a balcony,
though, and I had no idea what it looked like. At the top of the stairs,
the woman motioned towards the back wall. "Your party is waiting
for you there," she said simply, walking back down the stairs.
My party? Odd, I didn't think Heero would bring anyone else. I made my
way to the back, noticing with an amused chuckle that the numerous cushions
scattered about hid low tables from anyone on the first or second floors.
I caught sight of Heero, resting on a mound of pillows, at the back corner.
I slowed my walk a little and added a slight sway to my hips. And then
I drank in the sight of him.
Heero was partly lying on his side, leaning against one of the larger
pillows. His head was tilted to the side, supported by his arm. One leather
encased leg lay flat against the soft floor; the other was raised, bent
at the knee. One word instantly came to my mind. Delicious. Then he looked
up at me.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My pants had gone instantly tight when he
let the full force of his gaze strike me. He had smudged kohl around his
eyes, highlighting them. His lips were glossy, begging to be kissed. I
let my heated gaze run over him. The black leather pants were partly covered
by thigh high black boots, which had been rolled down to just below the
knee. He wore a deep blue shirt that served to call further attention
to his eyes. The shirt was loose, the top few buttons left undone, and
he had rolled the sleeves up to the middle of his forearm. A glint of
silver at his neck turned out to be a chain sporting a single charm: an
I watched him smile at me, and it wasn't just a friendly look. It was
intensely sexual. I felt like he was touching me with his eyes, the force
of it was so great. I closed the distance between us and stood above him,
looking down. Don't ask me how I managed to not come in my pants, because
I wouldn't be able to tell you.
"Hello again, Duo," he said softly. His voice practically dripped
A quick flick of my eyes told me that there were pillows arranged beside
him. I assumed that I was to sit there. I moved around the table, and
settled myself back against the pillows. He shifted a little, handing
me a drink. Hiding my surprise, I held it negligently in one hand.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "I chose the wrong drink?" He didn't
sound like he believed his words. Then his mouth curved up into a decidedly
decadent smile. He leaned forward and took the drink away from me, dipping
his finger into the glass and bringing it to his lips. His tongue darted
out and licked both sides of his finger; then he tilted his head and took
the tip into his mouth. I watched his finger slide past his lips, and
I took an involuntary sharp breath of air.
He was still looking at me as he drew the tip of his finger out of his
mouth and dipped it in the drink again. "It's safe to drink,"
he whispered, leaning closer to me and placing his wet finger over my
lips. Letting my eyes close partly, I let my tongue snake out and taste
the tip tentatively. When his eyes drooped, half closed, I opened my mouth
and drew his finger inside, lapping at it with my tongue. I dipped my
head, running my hands up his arm to grasp lightly at his wrist. Then
I pulled back, nipping the tip of his finger with my teeth.
I heard a shaky intake of breath. Opening my eyes, I saw him draw his
hand away and run his finger over his lips. He let out a low groan, licking
both the tip of his finger and his lips again. I sat in stunned silence,
amazed at the effect this man had on me. Decadent was the perfect way
to describe how I felt right then.
When I could finally move again, I had an idea. I rose to my knees, moving
closer to Heero. He watched me the same way a starving man would look
at a banquet: hungry . . . and greedy. I straddled his thighs, then crawled
up a little further, settling just above his groin. I took my glass from
his hand, this time dipping my finger inside and licking away the liquid.
"Tell me, Heero," I said, trailing my finger over the bared
skin of his chest. The skin quivered slightly under my hand. I wanted
to see more of him; the tiny bit of flesh shown by the few loosened buttons
suddenly wasn't even close to being enough. "If it's your game,"
I continued, "what are the rules?"
His chest was rising faster now as I continued to undo the rest of his
buttons one-handed. He watched my hand intently, shifting slightly under
me. I felt the burning hardness of his cock press against my ass. I bit
back a moan and pushed the material of his shirt away from his chest.
I let my eyes roam over the hard planes, ghosting my hand across his nipples.
He sucked in a deep breath again as they hardened to peaks. I smiled down
at him and dipped my finger into the drink again, this time letting the
alcohol drip onto his chest. The muscles jumped from the shock of cold
liquid against hot skin.
"The rules, Heero," I repeated, tracing little wet circles around
one of his nipples. "What are they?"
He shifted under me again, pressing his covered erection more insistently
against the cleft of my ass. I let out a long moan of pleasure, and he
moved his hips again. "Two rules," he said finally, still moving
his hips in small thrusts.
I leaned down over him, moving my hips back to settle more firmly over
"Mmmhmm . . .?" I let a tiny puff of air strike the wetness
I had spread over his chest, and the muscles jumped again when he groaned.
"All pleasure," he growled out when I closed my mouth over his
nipple, laving it with my tongue and rolling in around in my teeth. I
pulled back, drawing a circle around the dusky skin with my tongue and
said, "And?" before closing my lips over it again.
His arms came around me, grasping my hips firmly and pressing our throbbing
erections harder together. I groaned around the flesh in my mouth. His
thrusts became even more insistent as I moved further up, nipping on the
tender skin at the junction of his neck and collarbone. I pushed my hips
against his, rocking them in small circles.
Abruptly, the increasing tempo of his thrusts slowed until they were maddeningly
shallow. My eyes flashed in anger. "What are you doing?" I hissed
from between clenched teeth.
He looked at me, an evil glint to his eyes. "You didn't finish your
I stared at him, then felt an evil grin slide onto my face. I tipped the
glass a little, sending droplets of the liquid splashing against his skin.
His fingers tightened their grip on my hips, but his kept his movements
"This drink?" I asked. I trailed my finger through it, then
bent my head low over him. I licked a path up his chest, lapping up the
drink that ran in tiny rivulets down the hard planes and valleys. Heero
let out a long, low growl as my tongue traveled over him.
"Drink it," he said again, pushing his hips against mine.
I threw back my head and arched my back, my mouth open as I gasped for
air. He was too damn GOOD at that; each time he moved my nerves exploded
with pleasure. I eyed the drink in my hand. There was still quite a bit
It was stupid, reckless and definitely NOT safe, but I did it anyway.
I drank the entire thing. And he watched me, eyes burning with lust. One
of his hands came around and began stroking my ass, pressing on my entrance
every few strokes. He started rocking his hips again. The effect was mind
blowing. I felt my cock twitch in response to his every move. Dimly, I
remembered I had asked him a question, one that he hadn't yet answered.
I brought my hands up on either side of his head to brace myself as I
lifted my body, shifting around. I rocked my hips in time with his, quickly
losing whatever shred of control I had left. My face was barely inches
away from his.
"What's . . ." I panted, ". . . the second rule?"
Heero ground his cock into me, and I spread my legs wider. My mouth was
open again, and a steady stream of pants and moans reached my ears. Most
of them were mine. My focus narrowed to the hot friction of his erection
stroking mine. All I could do was feel. I felt my muscles tense and I
swear my vision was blacking out around the edges, so intense was the
pleasure he sent coursing through me.
"Heero . . ." I groaned. "You're going . . . to make me
. . . make me . . ." I was so close, I could feel it coil in my stomach,
just waiting to be released.
"All pleasure . . ." he groaned, grinding against me harder.
". . . make me come!" I cried at last, my voice lost in the
heavy pounding of the club's music.
His hands griped the cheeks of my ass, bruising in their force. "All
pleasure . . . my way!" he growled finally, his blue eyes burning
into mine as he thrust up against me again. I heard him dimly through
the haze in my brain, and I threw my head back again when I felt my orgasm
rip through me. Wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed over me. I kept
moving my hips in small circles against him, trying to make it last longer.
Finally I collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath. I dully recognized
the fact that I had just come in my pants, but my last thought before
I passed out was fuck it, it was worth it.
"Mr. Maxwell, you're home," a voice I didn't recognize said
". . . huh?" I said intelligently. In my defense, I WAS just
waking up. I opened my eyes to see the blonde valet touching my shoulder,
leaning across the center console of my Maserati.
"I said you're home, Mr. Maxwell."
Looking around further revealed that we were indeed parked in my garage.
I struggled to right myself, and my skin cringed away from a wetness in
my pants. I quickly looked down. Thankfully, nothing showed through the
leather. It'd be a bitch to clean, but I didn't think I'd complain. Too
Finally my brain fully grasped the situation. The console said it was
only quarter to twelve. I looked questioningly at the blonde.
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Maxwell, it's part of the service. Trowa
followed me in another car."
"Good, I was wondering how to get you back . . ."
The blonde got out of the car, securing the controls. Then he walked around
to the passenger side and opened my door. "Would you like a hand
getting inside, sir?" he asked.
I managed to climb out of the car and stood holding onto the door. "No,
no, thank you," I replied, "I'm fine."
The valet smiled again. He was a few inches shorter than me, and I couldn't
help but think he was quite attractive. It was the aura of innocence that
surrounded him, I think.
"Alright then, Mr. Maxwell, he said with a smile. "I hope
you enjoyed your time at Pyro, and we all look forward to seeing you in
action again." He turned away then, and walked to a black car waiting
on the curb. He waved before opening the door and climbing in. When the
light flicked on, I noticed that the driver was the man from the door.
He winked at me once, then put the car in gear and drove away.
I was gaping. Not so innocent after all, was he? In more ways than one.
I snapped my jaw shut and closed the door of the car, making my way to
the entrance of my house. The door slid open after a few seconds. Somehow,
I made my way up the stairs to the bathroom, leaving a nice trail of clothing
behind me. The pants were in a mess anyway, it didn't matter if I cleaned
them now or later. At least, that's what I told myself.
Now that I was awake, my brain was working at a fabulous rate. One: barely
two hours had passed. Two: I had passed out. I don't think it was because
of the drink either, although that was always an option. Three: Heero
had sent me straight home. At least, it was probably Heero. That was the
part that made me doubt my loss of consciousness was caused by the drink.
Why drug me if you're just going to send me home right away? Then again,
it did end the entire day nicely. Nice and neat, really.
I showered quickly, then went back to collect my clothes. When I picked
up my slightly messy pants, something dropped out of the pocket. Picking
it up, I realized it was a holosphere. Without a second thought, I sprinted
off to my home office, sliding the sphere into the projection slot of
Seconds later, Heero appeared in the middle of the room. Or, more precisely,
his image did. A very delicious image too, if I may say so. He was wearing
the clothes he wore to Pyro, so I assumed he created the disk just before
meeting me there.
"The game goes on, Duo," Heero's image spoke, turning to face
me. Ooooh, nice touch. Orientation programming. Heero was good. Even as
a hologram, he was gorgeous. I sat back in the chair, listening to the
"You know the rules now." Hmm, that was interesting. How did
he know I'd ask about the rules? Either he had excellent foresight, or
he was planning on working it into the conversation. Well, what little
conversation we did have, anyway.
"All pleasure. My way," the image continued. I felt a twinge
of excitement at the way Heero's hologram said 'my'. "I will contact
you again. If you think you can handle playing my game. Remember, Duo.
How far will you go?"
The image disappeared from the center of the room, with Heero's final
words echoing in my mind. Holy fuck. Heero was good at this. I took the
holosphere out of the compartment, holding it in my hand. How far will
I go? I tossed the sphere in the air and deftly caught it. Wrong question,
I wandered back to my room, crawling under the sheets. How long would
I have to wait until Heero contacted me again? I knew the waiting was
part of the game. And the anticipation only made it better.
The next day was one of my days off. I woke up around ten, grabbing a
cup of coffee and a bagel for breakfast. No, I am NOT a morning person.
I eventually got around to cleaning up my leather pants. I made a little
mental note to myself to never do that again. And if I ever got into that
situation again, well, I'd be taking off my pants. Problem solved. I spent
the rest of the day mulling over work and preparing several client folders,
but my mind wasn't on my task. No, I was thinking about Heero. The man
certainly knew how to get under your skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Duo: Okay, bravo. Very nice. Now, go write more.
Blue: He's demanding, isn't he?
Blue: Don't you find that a little annoying?
Heero: Hn. Usually.
Trowa: We ignore him.
Quatre: He's . . . well . . .not all the time.
Duo: Hey! I'm right here!
Blue: Why, so you are . . . look at that.
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