Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ After School Club ❯ Duo, Heero, and the Auction ( Chapter 8 )

Gundam Wing Hentai

Side Story 2: After School Club

Chapter 8: Duo, Heero, and the Auction

 

 

The auction came a little bit sooner than I would have wished it to. I felt so anxious, I couldn't sleep, my appetite was practically non existent, and what hurt the most was that Heero never noticed any of this. He ignored me, even when we were out on dates and that made me feel unwanted. Why should anyone at the auction want me when my own boyfriend didn't? Over the weeks, we had grown distant. Even Hilde had noticed the change in our relationship. But, despite her constant nagging, I couldn't bring myself to confront Heero about his strange behavior. What if he was still with me because he thought I didn't notice? What if we would fight and he would break it off with me? Hilde was starting to annoy me with her speeches of `there are other fish in the sea' and other clichéd ideas. But, I loved Heero! And… I thought that he had loved me… Maybe it was easy for her to just move on, but not me! I had never felt like that before and I didn't want to let Heero go, especially when I couldn't figure out why this was happening.

The auction took place in the school's auditorium. It was Saturday and the doors were locked and would not be opened until the event was over. The place was packed with teenagers and adults alike, though every person was wearing a mask that kept their identity hidden. I only got a glimpse of the crowd before going to the dressing room with my fellow slaves. There were about ten of us and, since our captain did not believe in things like levels or status, we were going to be led out and, hopefully, sold in alphabetic order. As I put on the outfit that was identical to everyone's outfit, I felt my mind wander. I felt so panicked. What if I was the only one that hadn't been picked? Would I get kicked out of the club if I wasn't picked? I couldn't remember what our captain had said about that. Hell, I couldn't remember a damn thing that she had said! I could feel myself start to shake as I flicked at one of the o-rings on my collar.

“Don't worry,” a long, silver haired, brown eyed boy slave next to me patted my shoulder, “someone like you will get a high price for sure!” he said cheerfully, then walked off to get his hair styled by one of the girls that was fixing us up (1). I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw my pale skin, wide violet eyes, and long, shimmering chestnut hair in a braid. I was thin, but not scrawny, my limbs long, but not freakishly so, my cock was above average for someone of my size, and the black leather outfit with no crotch, open chest, and spandex like tightness fit me well and my violet color with silver rings and the thinner rings that pierced my nipples of the same color as the ones on my color glittered in the bright lights. I couldn't see what everyone else saw in me. I looked drab, normal, nothing that my boyfriend should be proud of.

“Stop fidgeting,” Treize demanded as I tugged at the strap of my outfit. I blushed and forced myself to stop.

“Sorry, I'm just nervous,” I admitted.

“You'll do fine,” I heard a rich, feminine voice say from behind Treize. He spun around and smiled as the captain of the SSC stood behind him. She looked beautiful as always with her dark, long hair, soft brown eyes, and tall figure. Yet, her entire personality exuded power and demanded respect. Mistress Une was not a slave like the rest of us, I knew that for sure, but she took good care of us.

“However, I think that what is on your mind the most right now is not the auction, is it, Maxwell?”

My blush darkened as her kind brown eyes bore into me.

“I-I'm sorry,” I stammered, “I'll keep my mind on the event, I promise.”

She shook her head.

“I know you will, you have always been wonderfully professional, the best that I have ever trained, but I want for you to do me a favor.”

“I will, Mistress,” I promised. She smiled softly.

“No matter how this turns out, promise me that you will talk to Mr. Yuy.”

I stared at her with wide eyes. I shouldn't have been surprised. It wasn't a secret that Heero was my boyfriend and if Hilde could see that something was wrong, Mistress Une would have seen it, too.

“The last thing I want is for my favorite student to be so unhappy,” she said with a friend. I looked at the ground.

“I'm scared,” I confessed, “even if things turn out ok here, that doesn't change the things between us. I don't even know if we are together anymore.”

“Even more of a reason why you should talk to him. You should tell him the truth. At the very least, it will make you feel better,” Treize said. I nodded. If Heero and I were finished, then at least he should know what I had been doing.

“I'll talk to him,” I promised. Mistress Une's watch went off.

“It's show time.”

 

“To our esteemed audience, both familiar and unfamiliar, we thank you all for coming to this auction being hosted by this club today,” I could hear Mistress Une say as I stood in line behind the curtain, “today we have picked out the finest selection of slaves, trained thoroughly for you enjoyment. Please take your time and enjoy yourselves and we thank you for your contributions!”

I took a deep breath. It had begun. In the middle of the line, I didn't have too long to wait before I was introduced. I let everything else wash over me, the other slaves, who was being sold and for what prices, and just forced myself to relax. I heard my name called and I walked out on stage.

 

The lights were blinding, but I walked out with as much grace and sexy saunter that I could muster without it looking staged or foolish. My arms had been bound behind me like the other slaves with leather strips, giving the vision of total submission. Both men and women in the audience started to whisper to one another, but I couldn't tell if it was good or bad. I took my place by Mistress Une's side.

“My name is Duo Maxwell. I'm a sophomore at Seito High and a proud member of the Sex Slave Club. I'm looking forward to having a Master to take care of me, I'll do anything that my Master tells me to, and love him unconditionally,” I said with a cheerful smile. With that, my part in my sale had ended. I was taken aback as men left and right stood up and started to yell out amounts. Mistress Une just smiled in an obnoxious way as though she was saying `I told you so.' I couldn't believe it! My price escalated into several grand and I felt overwhelmed. After a few minutes, the bidding war became between two brunette men and it reminded me of two dogs fighting over a bone. I wished I could see their faces as they were probably previous customers of mine, but though their voices were familiar, I couldn't place them. Well, they should be familiar as they were probably fellow students. Soon, one of the men backed off and a winner was declared. I didn't catch the price, but considering Mistress Une's proud expression, it was probably quite a bit. Treize came on stage and led me off like he had the others.

I was silent when he brought me to a private dressing room, but when he stripped me and handed a long, white, button up shirt and nothing else, I couldn't help but speak up.

“What happens now?” I asked, buttoning up the shirt, but kept the rings on my nipples and collar on as Treize brushed away my hands as I tried to undo them.

“Your Master will meet you here and then he will take you home. Your parents have been contacted and you are officially on a retreat with the Moral Committee,” Treize said. I couldn't help but smirk at that. The Moral Committee indeed.

“But why…” I looked down at myself. It was startling changing from something so flashy to something so drab. Treize shrugged.

“It is what your Master suggested. But, Duo, you'll remember your promise about Heero, won't you? Once you make a decision with this Master, you have to speak with your boyfriend.”

I nodded, looking away from Treize.

“I know and I will. Whether or not I decide to stay with this man, I'll tell him everything.”

Treize nodded and left, closing the door behind him. As I waited for my new Master to arrive, I realized that this truly was the first time I had accepted it; Heero and I were breaking up. Until that point, I had acknowledged the possibility, but I hadn't really believed in it. But, Heero was hiding something from me and I was hiding something from him. How could such a relationship possibly exist? It wouldn't be a healthy one at the very least and I was sure that Heero would not want to be with me when I told him what I had been doing. I didn't even think that he would care about why I had done it, just the fact that I had cheated on him would be enough. The fact that I had met him after joining the club seemed stupid to my ears and it wasn't an excuse, it was just a sad fact. I should have quit the club before dating him, but I had been just as scared then as I was now. Heero wasn't the type of boy to cater to my odd sexual desires and the way he had treated me after we had kissed confirmed that. If he was so uncomfortable with something like that, I wouldn't be able to confess something so personal. I had never truly had any intention of hiding it from him forever, but I had never had the courage to approach him with it. But now that we had drifted so far apart, I knew that I had to tell him. I wondered how he would react. Would he scream at me, hit me, or were we so distant now that he wouldn't care? And what was he hiding? Would he tell me? I felt bad about shocking him. He thought that I was some vanilla, shy virgin, I couldn't imagine how he would react when he found out what I slut I was.

I heard the door to the room open and knew that my Master had arrived.

“Duo,” a breathless voice said and my eyes widened. In the close intimacy of the private room, I knew that voice. I turned to look at my so-called Master.

“Heero.”

 

We stared at each other for what seemed like hours. He was so handsome, wearing a grey suit that, to most his age would make them look like he was some little kid trying to play grown up, but on him, it suited him perfectly. His blue eyes stared at me and I almost tried to hide my bare legs from him, but the familiar mask clutched in his hand reminded me that he had asked me to wear this. His eyes flared with lust as he saw me and my heart soared in the realization that I attracted him, the lust mixed with a sort of aching tiredness that made me want to hold him, but I soon realized that I was the one that had put that tiredness there and pain shot through my chest. Still, as I searched his eyes, there was no shock or anger in them. He had known… he knew everything, which meant that Une and Treize had also known that he had known…

My head spun with that implication. That was it, wasn't it? He hated me, I disgusted him. He couldn't even bear to touch me or kiss me because of what I had done. And though that hurt, I could only blame myself. He moved towards me and I took a step back. I looked down at myself. I felt small and ugly once more. Was this why he had wanted me to dress this way? So I would feel vulnerable and naked as I stood before me dressed in some fancy suit like I was a piece of trash and he was the only thing that mattered? It didn't matter if it was the truth, it still made me feel betrayed. Hurt flashed in his blue eyes as I stepped away from him and I wanted to take it back, but I didn't. I laughed bitterly.

“Have you come here to mock me?” I accused and he winced.

“No, I would never do that.”

“Then why?” I demanded, but the force of my words fell flat as my voice cracked with tears. Wouldn't he let me have any dignity.

“You know what this is! You know what I've been doing!”

He nodded.

“Then why did you come here today? You say you didn't come to mock me and you already know the truth, so why even bother? Or do you just want me to confess? If that's why, then yes! All this time, I've been a whore for a majority of the male student body, right under your nose! And I liked it! Not the cheating on you, but the sex and, dammit, choosing between the boy I love and something that makes me happy wasn't easy, so I didn't! And I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, but you wouldn't understand! You don't know how I feel…” I murmured, “you always thought I was this pure thing and I didn't want you to know how wrong you were…”

He sighed and ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair.

“I know all that,” he confessed.

“Then why didn't you just break up with me the second you found out?” I whispered. He gestured to the couch.

“Sit with me and we'll talk, just like we used to, no raised voices, no screaming and bitter feelings, we'll just sort things out, ok?”

I almost laughed again. Here I was on the verge of tears, and Heero was being just as rational as he always was. So, I sat next to him on the couch. It was small, but I made sure that I wasn't touching him. He sighed again and I realized that he noticed that I had done that intentionally, but he let it go.

“How?” I asked. He stared straight ahead at the wall, gathering his words.

“A little while ago, I got a text from a boy named Chang Wufei.”

With his words, my blood rang cold. Somewhere, deep down inside, I had always known that those pictures would come back to haunt me, so why did I feel so blindsided.

“He showed me some pictures of you and him… my first impulse was to beat the shit out of him. I was so sure that he had doctored those photos and was trying to blackmail me. But, he said that he was showing me them to wake me up. He said that you deserved a boyfriend who understood your needs and would take care of you and if I didn't do it, someone was going to take a catch like you away.”

I decided right then that the next time one Chang Wufei and I met, I was going to show him what a `catch' I was. I mean, I had always known that Wufei was a little bit naive, but this was just stupidity on his part. What had he thought would happen? Heero sweeping me off my feet and us having some passionate, all week sex-a-thon? My hands curled into fists on my lap.

“Now what?” I asked, “you said that you knew all those things. You probably asked around, so I doubt that there's anything else I can tell you. I assume you spoke to Mr. Khushrenada?”

Heero nodded.

“He told me why you joined and how you were when you were… you know,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “at first I was pretty pissed at you, but if you're to blame, then so am I. I should have known that you weren't the blushing virgin that I thought you were. I made assumptions that I shouldn't have. Why didn't really know each other well, did we?”

I shook my head. His admission that he wasn't angry anymore didn't make me feel any less anxious.

“Then why are you here tonight, Heero? If you don't like how I really am, then why not just break it off? Why drag everything out like this?”

I had expected anger, harsh words, even fists, but what I had not been prepared for was when Heero leaned over and kissed me. It was nothing like our first kiss, which had been quite soft and plain, just a simple pressure of his lips against mine. This kiss was still soft, but he moved his lips against mine and his tongue played with my lips until I opened my mouth to let him taste me. There was no battle for dominance, I was more than happy to let him lead. When we parted, we were both flushed and could taste each other on our lips.

“I'm here because, despite how bitter I was at not being your first and how betrayed I felt that you couldn't bear to tell me what you wanted from me or even at how you couldn't trust me to understand, I still love you. I wanted to yell at you at first, but now, I just want to see what all those other boys have seen. I came here tonight, because I couldn't bear to think of another man being your Master.”

I was stunned into silence.

“Heero…” I finally managed to choke out, “what are you saying?”

He smiled brightly at me and I felt an enormous weight lift from my heart.

“I'm saying, can I be your Master? Not just now, in this room, or even just for the rest of the school year, but for as long as we still love each other?”

I should have thought it out. After all, I wasn't entirely sure that I could be exclusive with just one man as I had never tried it before and I knew that that was what Heero was asking from me. But, I didn't stop and think, I just nodded.

“I'd like that, a lot.”

I didn't ask him if he knew what he was getting into or if I was his first or any other of the stupid questions that filled my mind. I knew everything I needed to; Heero loved me and he was willing to take me, even with my idiosyncrasies. So, I melted into his embrace, pressing my face against his warm shoulder. I felt so happy I could cry. His arms wrapped around me and he nuzzled my hair.

“Can I make love to you?” he asked. No one had ever asked me that before and I blushed, but nodded.

“Please… Master.”

 

I reached behind me and fulfilled the promise I had made to myself a long time ago, I took off the elastic from my braid and unraveled it, the long strands falling down my back and over my shoulder. Heero's eyes darkened in lust as he saw my hair loose and his breath hitched as I knelt between his legs.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, running his fingers through my silky hair. I smiled up at him.

“I want to taste you,” I said, spreading his thighs with my hands and pulling down the zipper to his pants. He watched me, his eyes half lidded, refusing to look away. I gently pulled his cock from his boxers. He was perfect, hard and dripping, his length tanned and large without a single imperfection. I nearly drooled at the thought of how he would taste. I wondered if his dick would taste the same as his tongue. I pressed my tongue to the underside of his engorged head and lapped it lightly, gathering his precum on my tongue and tasting him. He was salty and only a little bitter, even his precum was thick and his balls were already heavy as I cradled them in my palm.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his member and drew the head into my mouth, suckling on his silky skin. Heero breathed in sharply and moaned as I licked and teased him. I could feel his rapid heartbeat in my mouth and hand. I pumped slowly, wanting to savor the feeling of him. His moans were sweet and deep as I pumped and licked, moving my tongue around his head and length, moving my mouth up and down on him until my nose was pressed against his soft slacks. I slid my lips off of his penis and pushed down his pants so I could give proper attention to his balls, sucking on into my wet mouth and sucking on it, popping it back out and licking at the soft skin of his sack in between both testicles. Heero jerked and grabbed at my hair tightly, but I didn't mind. I trailed my tongue back up his length and suckled on his head.

“Gods, Duo…” he gasped, thrusting into my throat. I pumped the base of his cock again, noticing how his balls drew tighter against him. That image brought me a secret sort of pleasure, knowing that I was bringing the man that I loved to climax. Suddenly, his grip on my hair tightened and he pulled me off of his cock.

“Enough, I want to come inside of you,” he said breathlessly. His slightly tanned cheeks were deeply blushed and his blue eyes were dark and sexy. He patted his thigh.

“Come up here.”

I smiled at him, feeling oddly shy with those deep eyes on me, though I wasn't even naked yet. I stood and straddled him, resting on his lap. He shifted me so that I was sitting on his leg and I felt hot as his strong muscles rubbed against me. He unbuttoned my top and slid it off of my shoulders, leaving me naked except for my black collar. His large hands moved over my body, caressing my chest and stomach, feeling every inch of me like a blind man. When his thumbs stroked my nipples, I moaned and he paused.

“Keep going, please,” I begged. As he returned to my nipples and toyed with them with patient, almost nervous ministrations, I realized that I was going to be his first and that filled me with a strange yearning that I had never felt before during sex. It made me hot and hard like nothing else and I pressed my body against every part of him that was touching. Fire raced through me as his hands roamed over my back and slim fingers crept in between my butt cheeks, ghosting over my puckered entrance. I bit my lip to keep from gasping. I kept my arms at my sides, not wanting him to stop or think that he was doing anything wrong. Mostly, I was just scared that if I moved at all, things would change, so I let him do whatever he wanted. I realized that the rules didn't apply here. Heero could hurt me very badly, but I wouldn't mind, as long as he still told me that he loved me. But, he wasn't hurting me, he was being wonderfully gentle.

“H-Heero!” I moaned as he slipped a finger inside of me.

“It's so soft,” he said in wonder, moving the digit inside of me, pressing his lips to the side of my neck.

“Does it hurt?” he asked curiously. I shook my head and flexed my inner muscles, squirming on his leg.

“It feels really good, more, please,” I spurred him on and gave an inarticulate cry as he worked two more fingers inside of me, stretching me slowly. I could feel his wet cock rubbing against my leg, leaving trails of precum. His fingers slipped from me and he grabbed my hips, lifting me slightly so he could impale me on his length.

I screamed, but even Heero could tell that it was not out of pain. Liquid fire filled me as my boyfriend entered me, his thick head stretching me wide and his length slipping into my body. I tightened around him and felt him shudder, grabbing at his shoulders for something to anchor to. He slid into me all the way until his balls rested against my skin. We were both completely still as we adjusted to the feeling of filling and being filled. As he wrapped his arms around me and pressed me against his chest, I could feel his wild heartbeat. His heart was going so fast, it was amazing, but I knew that my heart was the same. I wanted to move so badly, to bring the both of us to a pleasure that make him scream as well, but at the same time, I wanted to stay just the way I was, feeling him and just breathing. It was the greatest torture that I had ever known, but we were both too tense and it had to end.

Heero was the first to move, thrusting hard into me and making my back arch.

“You ok?” he somehow managed to ask, though I knew in minutes, neither of us would be capable of words.

“Yes…” I gasped, thrusting my own body back down onto him. I cried out as one lucky thrust struck my sweet spot and my whole body tightened and I bowed my head, letting my long hair blanket both of us. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as his thrusts started to become deeper and stronger and I felt the fire inside of me start to build.

“So good…” I heard myself say, but it sounded like it had come from someone else. Why was this so intense? I felt him kiss me, stealing away my cries and it felt like we were sharing breath as well as heat and skin. His hands pressed against my back, traveling around to my front. My fingers were tight on his shoulders as he wrapped a hand around my cock, pumping gently and his other hand caressed my chest. He groaned loudly in my ear and his hand tightened. As his cock hit me deep and hard and white hot pleasure shot through me, lights danced across my eyes and I screamed one last time, feeling his hot liquid fill me.

 

I was almost dead to the world, cradled on his lap, his head resting on my shoulder, when he finally got control of his own limp body and rolled us over to lie on the couch. His breath was hot on my skin and I felt him grasp his hand in mine. I heard him say “I love you.”

 

 

 

Well, there's nothing much left to tell. It's true that my first two years in high school were the most eventful. Mistress Une tells me that I was lucky to find the one person that I could truly call my `Master' at such a young age. When we entered junior year together, we were still a couple and I had made the decision to make Heero my only Master. I stayed in the club, mostly to train others and help Mistress Une with future auctions. I had always believed in love and finding the place that I belonged and all the other `feel good' stuff that guidance counselors had drilled into me over the years, so I suppose the only thing that I learned from the whole ordeal was that, in the future when I would be going to college, I would have to make a lot of sacrifices, but when it came to Heero, that would never be an issue. I guess it's not the typical high school love story is it? But, I sure enjoyed it.

 

 

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