September 29, 2001
notes: no redeeming value whatsoever. completely au. *heero is a girl.*
pairing: 2x1
i was just doin my thang
hangin out at the spot
you know the place we go
the music's 'john blaze' hot
and everybody was feelin the dj
smoke cleared and i saw this beautiful lady
(*nsync, up against the wall)
Night. The typical club scene, girls sprawled at the bar nursing glasses of watery vodka, long lines stretching around the block, the people being admitted slowly and one at a time, trying to build the club's reputation to the point of elitist. Mild lasers flashed haphazardly on the dance floor, blinding those stupid enough to keep their eyes open. Every now and then, someone would pass out or drunken fools would try to start a fight, but that was why Duo employed the Specials as bouncers. They were the best security in the city, and Duo ran the best club on the East Coast.
Duo watched impassively from his office, feet propped on his desk. Monitors lined the walls, thin screens no thicker than a small novel, showing his prized possession from every angle. Hilde called him a voyeur, but she'd never understood him anyway, not when he was thirteen and in love with tap and jazz, not when he'd been sixteen and lost his virginity to her on the roof of her house after prom.
He was beginning to think that it was him. Doubts plagued his mind even five years later, wildly successful beyond everyone's expectations, even his. Duo would never admit it, but when he'd first leased the hubcap of a building, he'd nearly had a breakdown at the thought of all the things a nightclub manager had to do, let alone an _owner_.
Which was why he had Trowa to do all the dirty, boring work for him. The secret to owning anything was good delegation, and that meant good people. Trowa was one of the best.
Someone knocked at his door. "Speak of the devil," murmured Duo, buzzing him in.
"Duo," said Trowa, his dark green eyes flashing silver in the blacklight. "We're almost out of glowsticks and Catalonia didn't put in an order until last week."
"Fire her," said Duo, shrugging. Trowa nodded slowly and made as if to leave. Then, he smirked. "What?" said Duo.
"You'll never guess who Merquise saw," said Trowa. Zechs was definitely not the biggest bouncer that Duo employed, but he was the most intimidating, with eyes that threatened death upon minors who tried to get in. "An old friend of yours."
"Right," said Duo, rolling his eyes. He hadn't exactly been popular in high school. "Who?"
Trowa pointed at a screen high up behind Duo and exited silently.
Duo studied the image for a long minute, racking his brain. A young woman, clad in some kind of tubetop dress, sat in the corner by herself, occasionally sipping at her drink. The picture, even digital, was too grainy for him to figure out anything other than that.
Well. Duo was always up to a challenge.
He watched her from the other side of the room, suddenly glad for his six foot height, as it afforded him the ability to see over the dance floor. She had long legs that she crossed and recrossed, as if uncomfortable in her own skin, legs that disappeared under her dress with a giggle and a crooked finger. Dark bangs dripped into her face.
"Might as well," he said, adjusting his belt. It had been a long time since he'd slept with any woman other than Hilde, and now that they'd broken up, there was no reason that he shouldn't go over there and strike up a conversation. And if they got to talking and then dancing, there was no reason that he couldn't take her upstairs and introduce her to the private rooms reserved especially for club employees.
He stopped only when his shin bumped her foot, the elegant arch of it exposed by her slim heels. "Hey," he said, snagging a chair from the next table over. "Whaddaya think of this place?" The girl, her face impassive turned to answer and then went completely still as their eyes met.
"Duo," she said, irises shining. Duo marveled that even in the darkness, he could still see glints of blue, blue that reminded him of high school and how she'd tried to join the boys' basketball team, even binding her chest flat and shading her upper lip with charcoal to fool the coach. "Duo Maxwell."
"Heero," he said, his good mood deflating. "What brings you back in town?"
"You mean 'how dare I show my face in town again?'?" she said, taking another sip of her drink. "Times change," she said. "It's been four years."
"Five," said Duo, still blinking in amazement at the ease with which she handled herself. The last time he'd seen her, she'd still been trying to keep up the masquerade, growing angry when anyone reminded her of her real gender. "Five years. You look good, Heero."
"Thanks," she said. "You don't look so bad yourself."
"Do you--" He blushed.
"Do I still think I'm a guy?" she finished, raising a single eyebrow in amusment. "No. It was just a phase, I guess. You know. Unhappy times, wishing I were someone else. Adolescent shit."
"Yeah," said Duo, suddenly wishing he'd just stayed in his office.
"So what are you doing here?" she said, and Duo suddenly realized that she was _flirting_ with him. Moreover, she didn't even know that he owned the place.
She's not ugly, a voice in his head whispered. In fact, she's kind of pretty. Really pretty. She was even pretty in high school, and that was the ridiculous part of the charade. Those exotic, almond-shaped eyes and pouty lips, wasted on someone who would just as soon get a penis implant.
"Just hanging out," said Duo, leaning forward to get a closer look at the extremely feminine creature in front of him. "So what've you been doing all these years? You were really into the arts and stuff. So are you a writer, or something?" It was embarrassing how easily Duo became 16-year old bumbling Duo, the Duo that he'd desperately tried to get away from but reverted to in the presence of old friends.
"I'm a biochemist," said Heero, laughing just a little. "Remember? I got all the math prizes senior year and Relena tried to have me assassinated because she wanted her boyfriend to win." Duo nodded politely; he didn't want to think about how he'd skipped graduation because he hadn't wanted to get up there and have the principal hand him his diploma and then realize that no one was cheering for him. High school was a monster best left under the bed.
"So..." She blinked at him, and the hesitation there made him want to hug her and squeeze her and keep her safe. "You want to dance?"
"You can dance?" he asked incredulously.
"No," she laughed, "but I like to anyway. Come on."
It turned out that Heero wasn't a bad dancer, better than most, and when Duo tried to be a little creative, she went along with it. "You can dance," he teased, laughing as he suddenly dipped her low. "You've got natural flair."
Heero laughed, a throaty sound that shot straight to his groin, making him very aware that he had his hands on the hips of a very attractive young lady that liked him and maybe liked him a lot _that way_. "Want to get something to drink?" he said, groaning as the music changed to a pounding bass that drowned out his words.
"What?" she yelled, tilting her head so his mouth was near her ear. He could smell her perfume, some sort of fruity scent, maybe not perfume at all. Maybe bodywash, and shit, don't think about her rubbing her hands all over her body as hot water pours down on her, on that tight stomach...
"Let's go someplace where we can talk," he said, and even though it was clear she hadn't understand a word, he took her hand in his, the slightly moist palms combining to move slickly together. Fumbling with his keys, he opened a secret door and guided her upstairs. The music was only a dull roar then, pressing in on them.
"What did you say?" she said, looking uncertainly at him.
"I wanted to know if you wanted something to drink," he said, stopping on the stairs and looking down at her. In the brighter lights, she became more a tangible, desirable thing, her bronzed shoulders round and smooth, the very tops of her breasts peeking out over her dress. He felt a sudden urge to crush her to his body, run his hands through her tangled hair and kiss the breath from her lungs.
"Oh," she said, blinking again, breaking the spell. "Then why are we going upstairs?"
"I've got a private bar," said Duo, and they began climbing again.
But when Duo opened one of the rooms, it became very clear that the purpose of the room was not for having a sociable drink. Dominating the small cubicle was a large, queen-sized bed with red satin pillows and a single oil lamp. "Here," said Duo. "What do you want?"
"Just water," said Heero, placing herself gingerly on the edge of the bed as if ready to take flight at any moment. "This is...interesting."
"Yeah," said Duo, ignoring the underlying tone of anxiousness in her voice. She was free to leave any time; it wasn't like he were going to cut off her head and hide it under the bed. "Here." They drank in silence until Duo's hand strayed to her back, palming the warm flesh stretched over her shoulderblades. She was very warm, hinting at the heat within.
"Um," she said, looking around for a place to set down her glass. "Duo, I don't--" He plucked the glass from her nerveless fingers and kissed her, knocking his own glass off without a thought. Her mouth was slightly sweet, her tongue moving shyly to press against his.
"You can say no," said Duo, even as he urged her to lie down, mumbling into her mouth. "Just say, 'Get your hands off me, you pervert!' and you can go downstairs and pretend that we never saw each other." He pulled away to give Heero a chance to speak, but she said nothing, staring up at him with eyes that were blatantly lustful.
"All right then," said Duo, and reached up to turn the lamp off.
He kissed her deeply, licking at the crevices of her mouth, laughing as she squirmed, trying to push him away for breath. "Easy," he said, earning him a gentle nudge in the gut with her knee. "Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Shut up, Duo," she said, and he did so, kneeling over her prone form. In the darkness, he felt safer, he felt like this was less a meeting of desire and more just dirty, raunchy sex. He could do things in the dark that he wouldn't when the girl's eyes were hot on his face and she could _see_ him.
"What are you wearing under this flimsy little dress?" said Duo, holding her torso with one hand as the other slipped up the flared hem, playing over the little edges of her panties. "Cotton," he noted. "You really are a good girl." Before she could complain again, he pulled her into his lap, arranging her legs neatly around his waist, moaning as his erection rubbed against cloth. "Not good enough." Duo hiked up her dress around her waist, nipping at her neck as he stroked between her legs with the bulge in his pants.
"You're already a little wet," he teased, laughing as she made an indignant sound much like that of a cat. Duo felt around the back of her dress for a zipper, for a clasp, and sighed as he met only silky skin. "Guess this'll have to do," he said, pulling her dress up and over her head and then tossing the garment away.
"Asshole," muttered Heero, but her hips moved a little against his and goosebumps raised up on her breasts as he cupped them with his cold hands, flicking the little nubs with his thumbs. Sometimes it was hard to get a girl's nipples to harden; it was a pretty decent sign of whether or not the girl was really into it. He felt her shivers in her thighs, the muscles there trembling.
"You're wearing too much clothing," said Heero, unbuttoning his shirt with nimble fingers that he had always admired for their skill on the basketball court. Her hand brushed agaist his nipple as she undressed him quickly, making him gasp and arch.
"Not--don't," said Duo, capturing her wrists. He pressed quick kisses to her fingers and then placed them around his neck. "Too sensitive," he said, bending down to kiss and nibble at her nipples. Heero made a breathless little sound and ground her hips harder into his. The thing about breasts was that everything didn't always feel good, and even though a guy's first instinct was to grab them and squeeze, little spider web touches along the curves of them and against the nipples could drive a girl crazy.
"Ah--" she gasped. He could feel her heart beating under his fingers and the sensation was intensely erotic. It made Duo feel tender towards her, made him want to pleasure her until he was sure she would come back for more. She was trembling in his arms, unable to keep still for more than a moment.
"Enjoying yourself?" he finally murmured, pulling her close, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his. Those panties--white cotton?- -were becoming a greater annoyance to him. Shifting so they lay horizontally, his hips making space against her inner thighs, he daintily tore them down the seam and tossed them away.
"Duo," said Heero, sitting up, her voice annoyed, emerging from the haze of pleasure. "You--" He kissed her again, making sure to move inside her mouth with swiftness to show her who was taking whom. "Asshole," she said when he pulled away, their lips swollen and tingling.
"You love it," he said, and slipped a hand between her legs, wetting his fingers liberally. "Hold still," said Duo, moving so their bodies were pressed together and his hand holding her hips down. He touched her clit with soft motions, grinning as her knees turned inward and she seemed to melt, sinking against the bed. His stomach was pressed against the curve of her belly and he could feel her inner muscles working as she neared orgasm.
"Wait," said Duo, pulling away just before she would have come. She made a cute growling sound and moved to finish herself. He stopped her with a warning look. "Patience." He unbuckled his belt with tantalizing slowness, able to make out Heero's glittering eyes even in the darkness, then stripped off his pants. Duo was not wearing boxers.
"Shhh," he whispered, kissing her deeply as he positioned himself at her entrance, moaning as her wetness enticed him further. Any moment now, and he'd be sheathed in her wetness... "Heero--"
"Fuck," said Heero, shoving him off her. She sat up, tension wrought in her shoulders, and closed her legs almost demurely, almost funny since she'd been nearly screwing herself on his fingers before. "_Fuck. _"
"What is it?" Duo knew he was a tad too irritated for the situation, that he'd told her she could say no, but it was it too much to ask for a guy to get something in return? You're being an ass, he told himself. Stop it. "What's wrong, Heero?" He reached out to stroke her back, to try and plunge them back to that place of desperate lust when sex had seemed inevitable.
"You weren't going to use a condom?" she said. He could see her chest heaving a bit, those perfect breasts moving in time to her angry breath.
"Jesus." Duo threw up his hands and went in search of his pants. Upon retrieving one, he tore it open viciously and slid it on. "Everything all right now, Princess?"
"Asshole," said Heero, turning on the light. "Don't do me any favors; I don't need any sympathy fucks from you."
"Great!" said Duo, running a hand through his sweaty bangs and grimacing when the hair tangled. Even in the reddish light coming from the oil lamp, her skin still had a tan glow to it, her spine pushing out against her skin as she bent over to find her dress. "Just great."
"Asshole," she said for reiteration, looking at him with eyes that were glazed over with hurt and arousal. "Why I came upstairs with you, I don't know," she said, finding her dress and stepping into it. It was ill-fitting, Duo noted, too baggy at the hips and too tight around her breasts.
"Heero," he said, taking her hands. She tried to jerk them away, but he held fast. "Come on. I'm sorry." He kissed her neck, tasting salt and smoke there. "Come on. I'll be good, I promise. No more screwing around." He kissed her mouth, smiling at its pliancy and the way she seemed to melt into his arms, shuddering a bit. "I'm sorry," he said again, turning the light off again.
"Okay," said Heero. Her jaw trembled a bit, and he wondered if she were crying. Her voice sounded a bit grainy, but he didn't feel any wetness around her eyes when he kissed them shut, just the smooth wrinkles of her eyelids and her arching eyebrows.
"Let's get you out of that dress," said Duo, sliding it off her body like a long pair of jeans. She was still wet, still hot and ready for him, her lips clicking when he moved between her legs again. Taking hold of her hips, he lifted her body until only her upper back was on the bed.
"Ready?" he whispered, smiling as she responded with a shy kiss. The heat of her body enveloped his senses, and he caressed her all over, eager to feel her skin, to her her moan his name as she came. Duo slipped his arms under her, wrapping Heero in a strange kind of hug, and began to slide inside her.
She made a little whimpering noise, the incredible tightness of her passage clenching around his cock, and then said, each word shivering with the rightness of the moment, "Fuck me blind."
He began to move, his body straining with the effort, gliding faster and faster until fire exploded inside him, grabbing him by his cock and dragging him into a never-ending sea of ecstasy. The peak of release wrapped his loins in a wonderful haze, unknotting and scalding between his legs. "Oh God," he gasped, kissing her slowly, trying to keep his eyes open. "Oh God. I. Heero--"
"Um," she said, and she sounded a little disappointed. "Duo."
He pinched himself a bit to stay awake and buried his face between her legs, licking and suckling her clit like a nipple, tugging on the pink flesh, even biting it, because that made a little shiver run down her spine even if she cried 'ouch!'. She arched off the bed, eyes squeezing shut as she came, her belly trying to curl in on itself while pleasure had its way with her.
"Jesus," she gasped, pulling him down to her, desperate to feel his arms around her, bury her nose in his neck and taste his scent, feel that strangeness materialize on her tongue.
"Not half bad, eh?" said Duo, grunting as he pulled her to his chest, resting his chin atop her head. "It wasn't bad at all," he mused, stroking Heero's arm with timid fingers. "You okay, Heero?" She made a pleased half-moaning sound and wrapped her arms around Duo, reveling in the comfort of flesh against flesh. Duo watched her sleep until exhaustion and satiety pulled him down beside her. He dreamed of her face.
In the morning, Duo emerged from sleep to empty sheets and no sign that Heero had ever been there at all.
just get caught up
when you're up against the wall
(*nsync, up against the wall)
End
end notes:
1`There will be no sequels.
2`Always use a condom. Especially if you want to get some from Heero.
3`Buy NSync's album. This song is so blatantly about random sex, it's
kind of funny.
Bianca
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