see part 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
I came outside the club, shrugging
on my coat. Bunches of people ebbed round me, making their own way in
- the lights from the entrance desk shone behind me; bursts of music followed
me, every time the door was opened to let someone in. Heero stood at the
base of the steps, leaning back against a car. It looked expensive, and
well-kept; midnight-blue paintwork, like his shirt tonight. Seat covers
black as his hair. Woodwork on the dashboard as dark and bronzed as the
colour of his skin. I had this thing bad, eh?
I looked round; no-one was asking him to move his vehicle on. And I thought
it was a restricted zone, even for cabs. The bouncers stood at attention
by the doorway - shades hid their eyes. I couldn't see if they were looking
at him or not.
"Your car, Heero?"
Was he gonna ask me to ride with him? Was I finally gonna see something
or somewhere that told me more about him? Or would we just drive to some
lay-by somewhere, pull in, and fuck away in the back seat, seeking frenziedly
to sate our desperation? I knew I could speak for mine...
"Something more to say, Duo?" He sounded a little tense, but he didn't
move. "I see it in your eyes. In the way you stand there."
I thought on what Trowa had said. He'd obviously picked up on something
about Heero - even in that brief time. He was worried. Was I worried?
"Do you live round here? My friend thinks you're kinda familiar, but he
can't think from where."
I admitted to myself that I didn't really know what I was trying to get
at. I walked down the steps, and halted a yard or so away from him.
"What are they saying, Duo? These friends of yours? They trying to run
your life for you?"
"No way!" I replied, heatedly. "But they care about me, and that's fine
by me. You've got friends, haven't you? You know what it's like, when
you meet someone new, when it's someone they -"
" - know fuck all about. Yeah, I know." He stared at me, as I fidgeted
there on the sidewalk. I could feel his eyes burning through my clothes.
I could feel my body opening up to him - my cock straining for him. He
shifted a little, and I wondered with a glorious wildness whether he was
feeling the same excited discomfort. But then - why should he? He'd called
all the shots so far. I was the patsy, wasn't I?
He sighed. His eyes drifted, very slightly, as if he looked elsewhere.
Then they snapped back, staring at me, before I had a chance to follow
any other direction. "Yeah. The interference. It used to be like that
for me, too."
He shrugged. The muscles under his vest rippled gently, promising so much
that I felt the painful heat in my groin. "Don't tell 'em anything; I
never do, now. It's my own affair, what I do. Who I do it with. Nothing
to do with anyone else."
"You got friends, Heero?" Don't know what made me ask it, but I
somehow wondered. He was so singular. He was so self-contained. He didn't
need anyone else. Didn't need me...
He didn't answer directly, though his mouth twisted at the side, like
he smiled at the thought. "That blond one - are you his?"
I knew he meant Quatre. Everyone knew Q at the clubs - he was the dancer.
He was the streak of light and speed that turned heads as he passed. He
was the one who drew the crowds - not me.
"Yeah, Quatre's a friend. But I'm not his, as you say, and neither
is he mine. Just friends..."
The smile on his face broadened. There was a twinkle in his eye - a kinda
mischief. "Yeah, I guess not. He blew me out a coupla months ago - I just
wondered why. If he was taken."
"He is!" I blustered. "He's with my other friend - you saw him at the
table." Q rarely went out without T, but there had been times... Jeez...
I was horrified at the wave of nausea that had engulfed me. For several
reasons. "You made a play for Q -?"
"Hardly that," drawled Heero. He twisted his body to ease the car keys
out of his jeans pocket. It was an elegant, sensual movement. It looked
like he was trying to be careless, but from the way his face turned, sneaking
a look at my expression out of the corner of his eye, he musta known he'd
shocked me. I think he was enjoying it. "Just got my messages mixed, OK?
He looked like he was on his own - looked available. And his body screams
it, doesn't it? Screams sex, and men, and need... Guess I thought
it was me he was aiming at."
Arrogant prick! I thought. Shit, was I jealous? I'd never been
here before - in direct competition with one of the guys! It'd be amusing
if it wasn't so - so -
"I'm glad I waited, though," Heero was saying. He'd turned back to face
me. He rolled the keys around in his hand, aimlessly. His eyes ran up
and down my body, trailing hot slices of frustration and need in their
wake. "The messages are a damn sight clearer from you. The screams are
a damn sight louder..."
It's just sex, I told myself. My head whirled. I'm just a piece of ass.
Look how he talks about it...about me.
"Get in the car."
I paused. I wanted something else, I guess. Some other word. Whereas my
cock - I sighed to myself, wearily - just wanted him. He snapped his head
back suddenly, stretching his arms out behind his shoulders. Popped his
fingers as if he'd been still for too long and needed action. He moved
with the restrained energy of a wild cat - like something feral. Something
predatory. He spoke, as if he'd heard my thoughts, and was angry or tired
"You just wanna talk some more, then?" he growled. His hand snaked out
suddenly, and grabbed my neck. "Or do you wanna fuck?"
I opened my mouth to reply and sucked on his tongue instead. He had his
answer. People were staring at us, as they passed on the sidewalk, as
we ate each other hungrily. I thought I saw the bouncers move uneasily,
out of the corner of my eye.
I got in the car.
I don't need to explain anything else, probably. We never went anywhere
- no party, no bar; no sight of where Heero may live or work. But no bleak,
windy lay-by, either. He pulled into the tree-lined garden car park of
a quiet motel, turned off the lights, and flipped the seats back. There
was no noise or movement anywhere around us. We were shaded from the motel
itself, and every sane person had left their car and gone into the warm
rooms, long before now. I made some feeble joke about him having no money
left for a room.
"I like you better right here," he hissed. "I do it when I want it. Where
I want it. Where no-one else sees me. Follow the impulse; the sudden impulse!
It's so much more exciting. Don't you agree, Duo? Ahh... but I know you
do - because you came with me again..."
His mouth was on my neck, and I wriggled myself out of the seatbelt, trying
to get some kinda comfortable position. He had hands up under my shirt,
wrenching it out from my pants, pulling the buttons apart with such force
that one of them sprang off into the depths of the car. His palms were
damp with sweat; his fingers rough. He ran them up my chest, across to
my left nipple, and he twisted it. I yelped.
I lay back against the cool seat covers, and I panted. "No..."
I felt the smile on his lips against my flesh. He was licking up from
my navel, up to the other nipple. He flicked it back and forth with his
tongue, inside his mouth. I felt the vibration down to my toes. My legs
instinctively stretched apart.
He laughed softly, running his free hand down between my thighs, teasing
at the material of my jeans, cumbersome now, sticking to my skin with
my own sweat and desire. "Soon, Duo... soon I'll fuck you." He cupped
at my groin, rubbing firmly so that he could feel the swelling there.
He made it much, much worse! I heard a zip go, but to my disappointment,
it wasn't mine. His hand slid up to grasp me by the neck again, and for
a few long seconds his mouth was back on mine, thrusting his tongue into
me, moaning his lust into me.
Then he fell away from me, gasping. He lay himself back on his own seat,
tugging my head after him, over his prone body. He pulled at the open
flies of his jeans, impatiently. I saw then that he had no underwear on
tonight. The cloth parted, and his cock was there, straining to get out
into the night air; weeping for attention. My mouth watered.
"Suck me again, Duo. It was good..."
I bent myself awkwardly at the waist, avoiding a minefield of buttons
and switches, and leant over his body, trapping his nearer arm under me.
I went down on him. He jerked at my first touch, and my head banged back
against the edge of the wheel. But I sucked back down towards the base
of his cock and began the slow savouring of him. I licked and sucked from
the balls, up to the hot tip, shining in the dark. I could taste the drops
leaking out - feel the ripple of excitement along the shaft. I wondered
how long this rock hard rod had been aching for this; how the hell he'd
managed to concentrate on his driving with this in his pants, clamouring
to get out.
His free hand clutched at my hair, pushing my head up and down. Damn,
but he liked it...
Things were bubbling deep in his groin. I could feel the tightening of
his balls against my chin - the throbbing of the cock in my mouth. I opened
my throat to take it all in.
But like the first night, just as his climax was beating a path to escape,
he tugged at my head, trying to pull me away. Tonight, though, I wasn't
gonna take it like that. Perhaps I was getting bored with the whole submissive
thing... I growled in my throat, tightening my lips on his member, and
I resisted. He faltered; nervous, perhaps, that if he pulled at me too
hard my teeth would scrape a deep and angry passage all the way up that
very, very sensitive flesh. I continued my sucking - I wanted to
"No!" he hissed. I could feel him struggling with the need to climax -
the rising ecstasy. He tried to slap my head away - I caught his hand
and gripped him by the wrist. I pressed the free arm back against the
window. He was trapped now. And still I savoured him.
"You want me to fight you?" I murmured into his soft skin, dragging it
up over his slit, then peeling it back down. He whimpered. "Is that what
"Stop..." he moaned. But his hips bucked up into me.
"I wanna swallow it, Heero," I gurgled. "I wanna swallow you."
He looked confused - even a little shocked. "That's not - oh fuck
-!" I was swirling my tongue around the swollen tip. It was reaching for
my throat, I could feel it. Damn, but I remembered now how I always gave
really good head...
"No-one ever done that for you, Heero? No-one ever tasted you? Drunk you?"
His silence was enough answer.
"Good..." I hissed, and then he gasped and the flood came. His
hips crushed me up against the steering column, his fingers gripped my
scalp painfully, and he keened his essence out into my mouth, pumping
again and again, hot and sharp-tasting and richly thick.
Damn, but I also remembered how good cum tastes!
There was an awkward moment, then. He lay, gasping for breath, the after
shocks still coursing through him. I nibbled a while at his softening
cock, then I levered myself back on to my seat. Wiped my mouth, carefully.
Teased a thin, remaining thread between my lips. I lay back, aware of
the pain in my own groin.
Something had changed. The balance of things. Perhaps because he'd lost
absolute control at the last minute. Perhaps because I'd done something
for him no-one else ever had. Perhaps because we were stuck out here together
and if either of us was unhappy with it, well, what would we do? I, for
one, didn't know where the fuck I was.
Perhaps I think too much.
He was listening to my harsh breath, but not moving nearer. I reached
a hand to my jeans, and slipped it inside. I wanted the touch on my swollen
cock. Yeah, I wanted Heero, but above all, I wanted the touch. I slipped
the zip down, breathing relief, and I started to rub myself, up and down,
as tortuously slowly as I could stand.
My eyes slid half shut with pleasure, but I knew he was watching me. He
lifted himself up on one arm and looked down on me.
"Heero..." I murmured. His name sounded good on my lips.
"Take them off," he whispered. "Keep touching yourself, but take the jeans
It was a challenge, OK, but I somehow managed to wriggle the jeans and
boxers down my legs, and to pull one ankle out. I could move more freely
now. I lay back, bending the leg nearest the window at the knee - I could
get a better grip now. The windows were steaming up nicely - I was panting
heavily as I worked myself up and down - the car rocked very slightly.
"Gonna come soon..." I sighed. "You just - gonna - watch?"
"No..." came the silky reply. He seemed to have recovered his composure.
Possibly his libido as well - I had no idea what sorta stamina this guy
had. "Turn over - towards the window. On your side."
More wriggling, and I lay on my side, watching the window, now opaque
with our lusty breath. I kept pumping - the movement was slick and fast
now. I was leaking all over my hand. Then I felt Heero's hand close over
mine, and I paused for a painful second.
"Keep pumping," he hissed in my ear. He nipped at my lobe, mixing the
sudden pain with the increasing pleasure. He moved my hand aside, and
ran his own up and down my length a coupla times. He cupped his hand over
my tip so that I gasped aloud with the thrill. Then I realised what he
was doing - he was collecting the pre-cum on his fingers.
My heart nearly stopped with anticipation.
"Keep pumping I said!" he growled. I did. I wasn't far off now.
And then I felt it - Heero's fingers up between my cheeks, ghosting at
my hole; teasing the soft skin behind my balls. I strained to reach him;
strained to receive him. A fingertip slid into me.
"That'll do it..." I groaned. Even as he probed for my prostate, his palm
flat against my skin, another finger seeking entrance - I felt the uncontrollable
throb in my cock, and the seed burst out over me and the seat beneath
me. I shook - I gasped. The car's suspension bounced under me.
Panting, I spiralled down from my climax. I felt some calm returning to
my spinning senses. But Heero was still fingering me. He'd dragged himself
half off his seat and half into the space between us; musta been really
uncomfortable. I dreaded to think where the gear stick might be resting.
His chest was pressing against my back - I could feel his thigh nudging
hard against mine. I wondered if I should suggest moving into the back
seat for anything further. I could feel the heat behind me now; the thick,
solid column of flesh, his cock, sprung back to eager life. Rubbing itself
up against my ass. It felt like he'd pulled his own pants down - I couldn't
feel that nagging nuisance that was his zip. His leg prised itself in
between mine, lifting my upper leg until it hung over his hip.
"Here?" I gasped.
"Now..." he replied. His voice was hoarse. Even as I wondered what
the hell lube he was gonna use, and how in God's name I was gonna get
my leg far enough over on this narrow seat - even as my cock throbbed
sadly in the afterglow of its climax, he removed his fingers from my ass
and nudged his cock up there instead. I moaned. I stretched my upper leg
up and forward, so that my knee touched the door. I grabbed at the handle,
my nose almost up against the upholstery.
I heard him flip open the glove compartment, and then felt him fumble
with a condom. When his cock came back up against me, it was cool and
dry. Not like that, you don't, I thought. "Use my cum," I hissed. No-one
was gonna rip me apart, however much I wanted him. His hand snaked round
to my groin, where the sad puddle sat in my lap, dripping now on to the
seat beside me, and he scooped it up. There was a gentle shaking of the
seat behind me, as he rubbed my seed over him. He'd be smoothing it impatiently
over the red-angry flesh. I could see that through those eyes you're meant
to develop in the back of your head. I could imagine every detail going
on behind my back. My own flesh was blinking back to life at the thought.
Then his breath was harsh on my neck again; he rolled hard against me,
gripping my waist, forcing his hip under my upper thigh. And he pushed
his cock into me.
Guess I like being uke. Guess I hadn't had the option of anything else
yet. Guess I wasn't bothered, because it was so damn good! It was
briefly painful, there wasn't much room to manoeuvre, and my leg started
shaking from the tension of holding it up and away. But he musta been
quickly recovered from my sucking, 'cos it took him less than three minutes
to thrust into me and to come again. Less than three minutes, and a few
stifled groans, and more abuse to the car's suspension.
I was half erect again but, to be honest, the way I was cramped against
the side of the car wasn't conducive to another climax. When he shuddered
inside me and finished, I let him ease himself out and fall back on to
his seat. Something creaked, and I don't know if it was the gear stick
or the steering column. Or me. My erection was dreaming of past glories,
and very shortly it'd sink away to mere memories.
"You're fantastic, Duo." The words were spoken almost dreamily. It didn't
sound like Heero's harsh, aggressive tone at all. And that's the only
way I'd ever heard him.
I felt shaken. I'm not sure he meant me to hear it.
I was silent for what seemed like a long time, looking at the window.
It was as if neither of us knew what to say now. I was in turmoil. I wanted
to sleep. I never wanted to sleep again. I wanted to touch him again.
I wanted to push him away. I wanted just to hold him...
I wanted to leave.
"Take me back to town," I said. My voice was stark in the cold, clear
air. The car was chill now - our bodies were starting to shiver.
"Take me back."
It sounded like he held his breath for a few seconds. Then he shifted
himself carefully, pulling the condom off into a tissue, and pulling his
pants back up to his hips. I was doing the same, cursing the narrow space;
ignoring the awkward imprint of the seat belt clasp on my thigh. He started
My eyes were still confused with the dark outside. The side windows were
still fogged. But I thought I saw a pair of car headlights spring alight,
just as we pulled out of the car park. There was no other traffic around.
They seemed to follow our path for quite some way until they finally turned
off, just as we drove back into areas I recognised.
Heero dropped me off near the club. Drove away swiftly. Since I'd asked
him to go back, everything had been in complete silence.
It was eating away at me. He was. I dreamt him. Breathed him; heard
him; tasted him. I woke up nights, holding myself so tightly it hurt,
and begging for it to be his hand on my cock, his fingers up inside me
I listened to the guys making love at night along the hall, with a guilty
I masturbated silently; a little ashamedly, but always exquisitely.
And I sought him out again.
Quatre had one of those looks on his face. One of those looks I hadn't
seen since I was a kid, and was first caught stealing. A mixture of admonition
and understanding. Very difficult to balance, those two. I sighed to myself.
"You're in very deep, Duo. I'm concerned about you."
"In what way, Q?"
He peered at me, a little suspicious of my calm. "This guy you're dating
Is that what I'd call it?
"He has a reputation for being..." He paused, confused by my open expression.
"He's unusual, Duo. He's a little wild - reckless. He's a loner. No-one's
quite sure where his money comes from, but he has plenty of it. And little
enough work to keep him occupied. And rumour is - he dates a lot. Doesn't
usually go beyond a couple of times with one guy, though."
Damn, he was being like my mother! If I'd remembered her at all.
And he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know, or had guessed.
Except, perhaps, the bit about the 'coupla times' dating. Looked like
I'd already blown that one out of the water. Though I wasn't necessarily
counting how many times we'd been together...
"You been checking up on me, Q?"
He had the decency to blush. "Not on you, Duo!"
"On Heero, then?"
Trowa appeared at his shoulder. "Don't be so damn difficult, Duo! Of course
we checked up on him. You seem totally obsessed by him..."
That was true, of course. I couldn't wait for the weekends to come along,
so I'd started hanging out at the club during the week as well. I did
Ladies' Night; I did Tarts 'n Vicars Night; I'd been nearly humiliated
at the under 21s-night. But it had been worth it. In all cases, Heero
had appeared at the bar within an hour of my arrival.
I didn't know how to take that. Did the man hang out there every night?
Or were there some other kinda jungle drums that called him there?
Did I care? Each time, we'd exchange some empty talk that I could never
remember properly afterwards, then he'd take me somewhere - back out into
the alley; in his car; sometimes to the silent shell of a deserted store
in the shopping mall. Anywhere; just so's we could fuck. We took a motel
room once, but only because I complained about my ass being stripped and
pounded in the pouring rain one too many times. I hate the rain!
I was always uke, but it was fine by me. The feel of him inside me; the
desire that sprang from him like an electrical charge; the imprint of
his hands on my body - it was the best I'd ever known. We liked it that
way, I guess; we were both high on the excitement and the risk involved.
We weren't so desperate that we wanted to be caught - it wasn't that kind
of recklessness. But it seemed that we felt the need for each other like
breath, and we weren't gonna wait for the feather bed to satisfy it.
"Duo - are you listening?" Trowa's voice cut in. "It's just such a change,
to find you clubbing and out every night. You're drinking again - you
Different, he was gonna say.
I stared back, but I softened it with a slight smile.
"Yeah..." sighed Trowa. Q was meant to be the intuitive one, but it was
Trowa who understood the look in my eye. "I understand. OK, man, it's
up to you."
"Wha -?" Q was protesting at the silent conversation that he seemed to
"He's going to continue seeing him, Q, love. He likes him. It's not for
us to tell him who to see, is it?"
"Trow..." I began, slowly. "You say you found out who he is -? Heero?"
"Not - exactly..." T raised an eyebrow at my question. "I mean
- you know his name is Heero Yuy - don't you? - and he seems to do just
what he likes at the club. They know him in town only where he spends
his money. The stores - the garage. The restaurants. But no-one is saying
"What d'you mean - not saying?"
"Damn, I didn't mean it was sinister or anything!" laughed T. "Just that
no-one seems to have met him socially - or worked with him - or -" he
looked at me, appraisingly, "- or dated him. He has a place in the Royal
Q whistled softly. Even his family only had a small pied-a-terre
"- and that's as much as I know." T stared at me - I knew what he was
thinking. Like, is that as much as you know, Duo?
I bit at my lip. Curiouser and curiouser. But I was going out again. I
was going out to find Heero, and to offer my body for him to use, and
it was all I wanted at the moment.
"Duo, you won't leave again, will you?" That was Q - ever the blunt, seemingly
ingenuous questions. "Not without telling us..."
"I'm OK, Q," I said. His bright blue eyes were wide; damn guy looked like
a teenage kid! No wonder the groupies chased him. "Chill. I'm seeing Heero,
and it's good, and I know what I'm doing." I thought that I did, now.
Maybe not at first - when it had been my physical desire and Heero's lust
that had propelled me on. They were strong instincts, indeed. I'd known
them all my life, and fought them for a slightly shorter time. Yeah -
I'd been down that hellhole before, and I wasn't gonna be sucked under
again. Not in the same way.
"The sex... the physical attraction. It's - it can consume you, Duo -"
"Yeah," I agreed, with a grin. I knew that. I'd never had so much before
- never felt so alive to it, before. Despite the sore ass, and the scratches
on my back, and the aching limbs... "You jealous?"
Q flushed even deeper. Trowa grinned.
"Things are turning out well for you, Duo. Have been for a while, eh?
We just don't want to see things turn back. For your sake, not ours."
"I know, T," I replied. It was a warning, perhaps, as well as a comment.
He recognised it as such. Quatre would soon, too. "You're gonna have to
trust me on this one, guys."
I grabbed my jacket and left.
I never made it to the club that night. Not that I had a better offer
- no, I couldn't call it that.
I shouldn't have cut across the back of the silent mall, though it was
a shorter route by twenty minutes. And I'd never had any problems there.
There were two of 'em - taller than me, twice as broad, in casual gear
and wearing shades at night, which was a strong indication of the IQ accompanying
them. Probably shared between 'em.
For a sudden, shocking moment, I thought that I recognised one of 'em.
From a miserable life that I thought was long-past. The realisation was
too awful to consider - I felt the nausea rise up in me even at the thought.
How could it be him? I was terrified at how easily it could all come flooding
back, when I'd done so much to keep it well down...
But I didn't have time to swap reminiscences. They were tough. Fucking
tough. I'm no gentle flower, y'know - I learnt a lot over the last year
or so, and it wasn't always how to negotiate. It was how to respond when
the guys facing you looked just like these two.
But I was outta practice - I was caught unawares. 'Praps I was becoming
a model citizen after all, and never expected to face this kinda confrontation
again. Anyway, after a few ineffectual punches from me, they smacked my
head and abdomen about for several minutes, like it was some kinda entertainment
for them - like I guess it may have been. I fell to my knees, retching
out over the sidewalk, and clutching my stomach like it was straining
to escape from my body. I wondered how small I could roll myself to keep
away from the kicks and the fists. I wondered if this was just a taster
- whether there was gonna be any weapon involved.
"Back off," one of them grunted. He knelt - surprisingly quickly for his
size - and smashed his fist into the side of my neck, so that my breath
fell away in shock.
Back off - from what? I only had a little cash with me in my wallet. My
jacket was old - and I had no expensive jewellery to speak of. What did
"Keep your fuckin' fag hands off Mr Yuy," growled the other one. Maybe
the same one. I wasn't hearing too well. Then another boot caught my ribs,
landing squarely on a patch that was already bruised beyond sensation
- my groaning drowned out anything else.
And they were gone. As fast as they'd appeared
Christ, I thought, as I rolled in agony on the ground. If he wanted
to dump me, couldn't he just vanish into the night himself? Or dammit
- he could tell me he was tired of my ass, and wanted to find another.
Did he have to send Mountain and Co. to thump the message out on my ribcage?
Is that what Heero wants? ran the thoughts in my head. Did he send them?
Or what the hell else is going on?
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