August 18, 2000
a counter gift
warnings: pwp, evil, lemon, lemon, lemon, lemon, yaoi, bdsm, ncs, angst, good samaritans, au, !!OOC!!
comments: this...oh my.
pairings: 5x1, 2x1/1x2
He could still taste him on his lips. He paused, savoring the taste, eyes falling shut for a moment. Someone large and bulky bumped into him, rocking him back on his heels. "Watch where you're going!" he snapped, cocking back a fist. But the man melted into the crowd, and he was left with an upraised fist and no one to use it on.
//Remember why you're here,// he scolded himself, making a great show of adjusting his shirt, though it was perfectly straight. The noon sun was a beacon in the air, frightening away the various denizens of the night. As he walked through the sandy town, he couldn't help but notice how people stopped to stare at him.
He tried to run his hand nonchalantly over his face; nothing seemed out of order. Perhaps it was his Asian descent? The entire population seemed to consist of blonde haired, blue-eyed cherubic visions. Wufei, that part that came out at night, the part that took sex for money and picked young boys off the street corners in the shadowy ends of streetlamps, found it more than mildly erotic that they all seemed to be from one large family.
Business before pleasure, he reminded himself. He didn't ask questions, just followed orders. And then he would seek the company of one of these blonde innocents. A young man wearing a skimpy tank top and short cutoffs arranged and rearranged his legs, watching him with hungry eyes.
He walked into the old-style bar, frowning as a drunken man fell forward into his arms. "Off," he said, disgusted. A pair of violet eyes peered up at him through a chestnut curtain, wide and unguarded. "Get a hold of yourself." Then he tossed the drunkard aside and proceeded to the bar. The bartender was a young woman with soft, blonde curls. Her name labeled her as "Silvia".
"I've got a message for the owner of this place--" He stared to give a name, hoping he wouldn't turn out to be the man he'd dumped onto the floor in a pile of beer and his own vomit.
"Sir," said a soft, nasal voice. He turned around, about to give him a piece of his mind for interrupting 'business', then froze. A slight, Japanese girl wearing a loose silk shirt to match her brilliant eyes and a wide, sweeping skirt, stood behind him. "I believe you're talking about my...accountant."
"Accountant?" asked Wufei, amused. //Is that what they're calling them these days?//
"He takes care of my money," she elaborated, wide eyes skimming over his Armani tailored suit. "Come with me." Then she turned, sending a soft lock of dark brown hair his way like a signal. She wove her way through the tavern, ignoring the jeering laughter and lewd motions, though he saw her jerk as the same violet-eyed man that had accosted him earlier grabbed her arm.
"Let the lady go," he growled. The younger man hiccuped hysterically.
"This ain't no lady!" he laughed, yanking her hard against him. She looked at him helplessly, soft mouth shaped into an 'o'. //What would it be like to have that mouth around my cock?// He was suddenly assaulted with an image of the young girl on her knees, naked save for a strip of cloth hiding her nipples, though her breasts strained against the meager binding, head bobbing up and down. Sweat trickled down his forehead; it was suddenly very hot...
"Give it up, Duo," she snapped, kicking him hard. "You don't have anything I want." At that, many of Duo's drinking buddies burst into laughter. "Let's go...?" //She's beautiful.// A need to simply stand back and appreciate from afar warred with a desire for her soft curves, something he'd never felt before. //I'm gay, I'm gay...//
"Wufei," he supplied hastily, shifting from foot to foot as he felt a sharp gaze stab into his back. "I believe she wanted you to take your hands off her." Duo snickered.
"I bought *her* for an hour." Even Wufei noticed the way the girl paled. He jeered at the slender whore, reaching up her skirt with an almost casual movement. "So back off, buddy." Misty eyes focused at the threat to his purchase.
"Business first," she whispered apologetically, reaching out to squeeze his hand. Wufei smiled. He understood.
But that didn't mean he wasn't going to watch. Keeping one hand over the precious message he'd been sent to deliver, he exited the saloon and headed around back, where the young girl was leading Duo. He had to stack a few crates, but if he stood just so and didn't rock too much, he had a perfect view of the little bedroom.
A few moments later, the girl and the man came through the door. He wasted no time, gently pushing her to the bed, hands creeping up past her thighs. She shifted, flashing him with a lovely visage of willowy thigh. He urged her to lean forward, reaching around her to tug off her shirt.
"Yes," whispered Wufei, his hand trailing down to the bulge in the front of his pants. He shouldn't be watching... He was grateful that the window was situated at the back of the bar, where no one came through. //Unless they're watching a whore with her fuck,// he thought. That in itself was almost more exciting than the act.
He looked back into the room and nearly fell off the crate. The 'girl' was a boy! A flat, tanned chest slowly melted into narrow hips and long, thin thighs. Between those thighs was a long, slender erection, red with the first heat of arousal. Duo didn't seem surprised at all.
Their joining was hard, fast, and furious, all animal and heat and desire. He watched the rounded cheeks of Duo's ass pumping hard, thrusting forward with none of the tenderness lovemaking should have endowed it with. His eyes were squeezed shut, red lips parted in ecstasy as he stiffened, the velvet muscles tightening in his back.
End Part One
Ariana
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