Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Renouncing Rituals ❯ Chapter 1
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By: KentraShinataku02 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 836 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 836 | Status: Completed
Title: Renouncing Rituals
Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 2x5x2
Archive: http://www.deathandpassion.cjb.net
Category: Romance/Angst
Rating: R/NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Warning: AU, prostitution, language, angst-ish, past NCS, citrus, probably some 'Fei-torture (or mentions of it…)
Disclaimer: I don't own Duo or 'Fei. Get it? Got it? Great, now we can get along. I will be owning the OC's, but hey, they're not a huge part in this story, they're just there for the plot. ::shrug::
Feedback: You betcha, positive and negative are both encouraged^-^
Notes: Part one is shorter than I plan on making each part. I just didn't want _too_ much to happen yet. I've got to reel you in first ^-~ This fic was inspired by my recent trip to Myrtle Beach, SC, where, although I visit every summer, I've never quite noticed the ridiculous amount of clubs, bars, and sex toy/video/accessory stores until last week. I thought this up in the car, go figure.
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Renouncing Rituals: Part One
The night was the same as any other; it was still humid, windy, and hot, and the stench of alcohol and sweat encircled him, the way it did every night. Another town, another night, another bar. Duo Maxwell was getting bored. The lonely lifestyle was really getting to him. He hadn't been in town long, but as soon as he arrived, he realized there were enough clubs and bars to last him at least a month. Some he had returned to for a second chance, and some he'd walked out of without a second glance. But here was something new, something different, here was something that intrigued him, and wasn't leaving until he found it.
He hated the way that this club was filled with older men, just like oh-so-many of the gay clubs before it. They were just old perverts who came to watch the young and beautiful boys pole dance. He hated that they stared at him with the same lust-glazed eyes, him, clad in skin-hugging, chocolate leather pants, a tight khaki shirt revealing his midriff and cutting down his chest in a deep, sharp V, the light silver shimmer smudged around his violet-blue eyes and the cherry gloss on his lips. Could they possibly think he would be interested in _them_, or did they think he was part of the entertainment? As most of them were about twenty years older, he assumed the latter; he was dressed to kill, if he did say so himself, and strangely enough, the boys in this club looked about his age or younger, and he was sure that most of them weren't legal since he was barely over twenty-one himself. No wonder there were so many old perverts hanging around, they just wanted a piece of young ass. It wasn't the sex that caught Duo's interest, though, not entirely. He was looking for love, however cliché that sounded, and for a young gay man, love could be one of the hardest things to find.
Which is what lead him to his current situation, cruising a different bar or club each night, moving on to a different town when there was no where else to continue his search. He worked odd jobs at fast food restaurants and such, no where that required him to lay down roots, but money wasn't such an issue. He came from a rather rich family, but being the only child when his parents died in a car accident, he had inherited everything. And sold everything, at least everything but his trunk of possessions and the car he lugged it around in, traveling city to random city.
The current random city happened to be Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The heat was nice, though the humidity was a bitch to his long chestnut hair which surpassed the length of his back. He wore it braided tightly, in places like this, to keep it somewhat manageable. However, the heat inside Midnight's Sunset had to have been more than the weather. A place couldn't smell more like sex.
Duo had reached his sixth or seventh drink and still wasn't drunk as he'd like to have been, he was just bored, wondering why he hadn't left the shitty place. Maybe he was just staying to watch the rather enticing boys pole dance. He happened to have a taste for Asians, and all the boys here were very, very Asian. One in particular had caught his eye; the slick way his body flowed, as if he knew nothing but this dance that seemed more to have created the music than vice versa, how his eyes were ablaze with a fire that was both seductive and rebellious at once, his silk sheen raven hair that fell just at his shoulders, everything about him was perfect. Yet everything about him intrigued Duo, because, like himself, the Asian had a look about him as if it were the last place he'd prefer to be. Well, whoever said a guy had to love his job? Cash is cash. But Duo wouldn't just leave it at that.
Discarding drink-number-whatever on the bar, he stood and walked toward the commotion laid before the sexy man he had both eyes on, smoothing his leather over his legs as he went. He wasn't a tall man, reaching just over 5'5", which made crowd navigation a bit more difficult for him than for some, but he managed to shove his way through, not without protests from his older, heavier, and hairier companions. He was more startled than alarmed when a hand clapped on his shoulder. He turned to see a fat drunk grinning stupidly at him. Oh, the people he had to endure.
"Say, I'd pay to take _you_ to a back room."
Duo was sure he didn't want to be in any back room, no matter how much he was paid, with this fool, but he was curious, so he threw on a coy smile and played along.
"I'm sure you would, big fella," he ran a quick glimpse up and down the man's unattractive body, "but how about I give you this and you tell me a little bit about these 'back rooms'." He slipped a bill he guessed was a five from his pocket and into the man's. The guy grinned stupidly some more, then peered at Duo, squinting as if the light was too bright.
"New roun' here, aint'cha? Thought so. I s'pose I coul' tell ya 'bout the back rooms," he aimed a wobbly finger at the young man who seemed to be becoming more beautiful by the second, "See them?" After being satisfied with Duo's impatient nod, he continued, "Well, af'er they done their dancin' , we pay 'em to go to the back rooms. Natchally, they take the highes' bidder, but a cute guy like you shouldn' have no trouble gettin' 'im."
Useful information. Definitely useful.
"Well then," Duo smiled amiably, "" guess if I'm worth the likes of him, I should try my luck with somebody worthwhile." He disappeared through the crowd before the poor fool could work out his words.
Slowly, he made his way toward the 'stage', which was actually more of a platform with three steps. Smoke machines from some obscure point in the ceiling were just giving Duo a headache. Or maybe that was from the drinks. Whatever the case, he was proud to say that he was as composed as a straight man in the erotic Asian's presence, unlike the dogs around him who could barely keep their erections in their pants. For God's sake, the man was actually doing more dancing than stripping. Duo wondered why such pigs of men existed.
Obviously, the dancer was thinking a similar thought, because somehow, out of all the bodies there, his eyes fell on Duo, and for a moment their gazes locked. The eyes that had, at first, seemed so alive with fiery eroticism now only seemed trapped and pleading. Looking into his eyes, even from the slight distance, left Duo hypnotized, and he found it difficult to think when the magnetism between them was broken.
He watched each movement the exotic man produced, every motion, every tremor that touched him, he saw it, he felt it. It felt wrong to be yearning in such a physical sense for a man whose eyes swore that instead of dancing, he was being raped.
The song died down, finally to a close, and immediately another began, the lights shifting to shine upon another Asian body, farther down the platform. The second, however, looked much younger. He was only a boy. Duo looked away in disgust, unable to lust over someone whose voice probably hadn't even changed. His eyes fell once again on the first man who had been dancing, only now he was moving down from his platform and into the crowd of overactive hormonal beasts on the floor before him. Brilliant lights of blue, violet, magenta hues raked his copper skin, but the lights weren't all that were invading his private space. Hands and faces and lips of men, drunk men, fat men, men who couldn't realize pure beauty if it stabbed them in the eye, were all around him, thrusting limbs and cash into every available space. How could they not see that this was killing the poor man, their jeering and prodding making him sick in his loveless heart? Duo could see, he could see it all too well. This man didn't want or deserve this, some twist of fate had tossed him into a life he hated, a life that made him sick.
Duo didn't know if he was simply love-struck by the man's beauty, like every other drooling pig there, or if the drinks were starting to have an influence, or if he had just grown far too bored, but he wanted to help. He wanted to help this man even more than he wanted to get in his pants. In fact, though the idea of having this erotic stranger in bed was quite enticing, the idea also disgusted him as much as the sight of this beauty freely offering his lips and body to all the random jackasses stealing feels of him.
Duo saw him hanging around the neck of the man that had earlier introduced him to the idea of the back rooms, their lips intertwined, and the Asian's leg tangled around the drunk's knee. All the man put into the band of black leather around the dancer's flat stomach was the five dollar bill Duo had placed in his pocket not long ago. Amazing what someone would do for five bucks. Duo wondered how two hundred would captivate him.
He pushed past the sweaty crowd, working his way towards the angel doing the devil's work, and approached him from behind, his arms snaking around his chest. He had two bills rolled between the fingers of his right hand.
"They call me Duo," he murmured against his ear, holding the money at the level of the Asian's charcoal eyes, "Does two hundred get you and me one of these back rooms I've been hearing about?"
The dancer's eyes followed Duo's hand and cash to the waistband of his leather pants, where Duo made sure it was very securely tucked.
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Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 2x5x2
Archive: http://www.deathandpassion.cjb.net
Category: Romance/Angst
Rating: R/NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Warning: AU, prostitution, language, angst-ish, past NCS, citrus, probably some 'Fei-torture (or mentions of it…)
Disclaimer: I don't own Duo or 'Fei. Get it? Got it? Great, now we can get along. I will be owning the OC's, but hey, they're not a huge part in this story, they're just there for the plot. ::shrug::
Feedback: You betcha, positive and negative are both encouraged^-^
Notes: Part one is shorter than I plan on making each part. I just didn't want _too_ much to happen yet. I've got to reel you in first ^-~ This fic was inspired by my recent trip to Myrtle Beach, SC, where, although I visit every summer, I've never quite noticed the ridiculous amount of clubs, bars, and sex toy/video/accessory stores until last week. I thought this up in the car, go figure.
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Renouncing Rituals: Part One
The night was the same as any other; it was still humid, windy, and hot, and the stench of alcohol and sweat encircled him, the way it did every night. Another town, another night, another bar. Duo Maxwell was getting bored. The lonely lifestyle was really getting to him. He hadn't been in town long, but as soon as he arrived, he realized there were enough clubs and bars to last him at least a month. Some he had returned to for a second chance, and some he'd walked out of without a second glance. But here was something new, something different, here was something that intrigued him, and wasn't leaving until he found it.
He hated the way that this club was filled with older men, just like oh-so-many of the gay clubs before it. They were just old perverts who came to watch the young and beautiful boys pole dance. He hated that they stared at him with the same lust-glazed eyes, him, clad in skin-hugging, chocolate leather pants, a tight khaki shirt revealing his midriff and cutting down his chest in a deep, sharp V, the light silver shimmer smudged around his violet-blue eyes and the cherry gloss on his lips. Could they possibly think he would be interested in _them_, or did they think he was part of the entertainment? As most of them were about twenty years older, he assumed the latter; he was dressed to kill, if he did say so himself, and strangely enough, the boys in this club looked about his age or younger, and he was sure that most of them weren't legal since he was barely over twenty-one himself. No wonder there were so many old perverts hanging around, they just wanted a piece of young ass. It wasn't the sex that caught Duo's interest, though, not entirely. He was looking for love, however cliché that sounded, and for a young gay man, love could be one of the hardest things to find.
Which is what lead him to his current situation, cruising a different bar or club each night, moving on to a different town when there was no where else to continue his search. He worked odd jobs at fast food restaurants and such, no where that required him to lay down roots, but money wasn't such an issue. He came from a rather rich family, but being the only child when his parents died in a car accident, he had inherited everything. And sold everything, at least everything but his trunk of possessions and the car he lugged it around in, traveling city to random city.
The current random city happened to be Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The heat was nice, though the humidity was a bitch to his long chestnut hair which surpassed the length of his back. He wore it braided tightly, in places like this, to keep it somewhat manageable. However, the heat inside Midnight's Sunset had to have been more than the weather. A place couldn't smell more like sex.
Duo had reached his sixth or seventh drink and still wasn't drunk as he'd like to have been, he was just bored, wondering why he hadn't left the shitty place. Maybe he was just staying to watch the rather enticing boys pole dance. He happened to have a taste for Asians, and all the boys here were very, very Asian. One in particular had caught his eye; the slick way his body flowed, as if he knew nothing but this dance that seemed more to have created the music than vice versa, how his eyes were ablaze with a fire that was both seductive and rebellious at once, his silk sheen raven hair that fell just at his shoulders, everything about him was perfect. Yet everything about him intrigued Duo, because, like himself, the Asian had a look about him as if it were the last place he'd prefer to be. Well, whoever said a guy had to love his job? Cash is cash. But Duo wouldn't just leave it at that.
Discarding drink-number-whatever on the bar, he stood and walked toward the commotion laid before the sexy man he had both eyes on, smoothing his leather over his legs as he went. He wasn't a tall man, reaching just over 5'5", which made crowd navigation a bit more difficult for him than for some, but he managed to shove his way through, not without protests from his older, heavier, and hairier companions. He was more startled than alarmed when a hand clapped on his shoulder. He turned to see a fat drunk grinning stupidly at him. Oh, the people he had to endure.
"Say, I'd pay to take _you_ to a back room."
Duo was sure he didn't want to be in any back room, no matter how much he was paid, with this fool, but he was curious, so he threw on a coy smile and played along.
"I'm sure you would, big fella," he ran a quick glimpse up and down the man's unattractive body, "but how about I give you this and you tell me a little bit about these 'back rooms'." He slipped a bill he guessed was a five from his pocket and into the man's. The guy grinned stupidly some more, then peered at Duo, squinting as if the light was too bright.
"New roun' here, aint'cha? Thought so. I s'pose I coul' tell ya 'bout the back rooms," he aimed a wobbly finger at the young man who seemed to be becoming more beautiful by the second, "See them?" After being satisfied with Duo's impatient nod, he continued, "Well, af'er they done their dancin' , we pay 'em to go to the back rooms. Natchally, they take the highes' bidder, but a cute guy like you shouldn' have no trouble gettin' 'im."
Useful information. Definitely useful.
"Well then," Duo smiled amiably, "" guess if I'm worth the likes of him, I should try my luck with somebody worthwhile." He disappeared through the crowd before the poor fool could work out his words.
Slowly, he made his way toward the 'stage', which was actually more of a platform with three steps. Smoke machines from some obscure point in the ceiling were just giving Duo a headache. Or maybe that was from the drinks. Whatever the case, he was proud to say that he was as composed as a straight man in the erotic Asian's presence, unlike the dogs around him who could barely keep their erections in their pants. For God's sake, the man was actually doing more dancing than stripping. Duo wondered why such pigs of men existed.
Obviously, the dancer was thinking a similar thought, because somehow, out of all the bodies there, his eyes fell on Duo, and for a moment their gazes locked. The eyes that had, at first, seemed so alive with fiery eroticism now only seemed trapped and pleading. Looking into his eyes, even from the slight distance, left Duo hypnotized, and he found it difficult to think when the magnetism between them was broken.
He watched each movement the exotic man produced, every motion, every tremor that touched him, he saw it, he felt it. It felt wrong to be yearning in such a physical sense for a man whose eyes swore that instead of dancing, he was being raped.
The song died down, finally to a close, and immediately another began, the lights shifting to shine upon another Asian body, farther down the platform. The second, however, looked much younger. He was only a boy. Duo looked away in disgust, unable to lust over someone whose voice probably hadn't even changed. His eyes fell once again on the first man who had been dancing, only now he was moving down from his platform and into the crowd of overactive hormonal beasts on the floor before him. Brilliant lights of blue, violet, magenta hues raked his copper skin, but the lights weren't all that were invading his private space. Hands and faces and lips of men, drunk men, fat men, men who couldn't realize pure beauty if it stabbed them in the eye, were all around him, thrusting limbs and cash into every available space. How could they not see that this was killing the poor man, their jeering and prodding making him sick in his loveless heart? Duo could see, he could see it all too well. This man didn't want or deserve this, some twist of fate had tossed him into a life he hated, a life that made him sick.
Duo didn't know if he was simply love-struck by the man's beauty, like every other drooling pig there, or if the drinks were starting to have an influence, or if he had just grown far too bored, but he wanted to help. He wanted to help this man even more than he wanted to get in his pants. In fact, though the idea of having this erotic stranger in bed was quite enticing, the idea also disgusted him as much as the sight of this beauty freely offering his lips and body to all the random jackasses stealing feels of him.
Duo saw him hanging around the neck of the man that had earlier introduced him to the idea of the back rooms, their lips intertwined, and the Asian's leg tangled around the drunk's knee. All the man put into the band of black leather around the dancer's flat stomach was the five dollar bill Duo had placed in his pocket not long ago. Amazing what someone would do for five bucks. Duo wondered how two hundred would captivate him.
He pushed past the sweaty crowd, working his way towards the angel doing the devil's work, and approached him from behind, his arms snaking around his chest. He had two bills rolled between the fingers of his right hand.
"They call me Duo," he murmured against his ear, holding the money at the level of the Asian's charcoal eyes, "Does two hundred get you and me one of these back rooms I've been hearing about?"
The dancer's eyes followed Duo's hand and cash to the waistband of his leather pants, where Duo made sure it was very securely tucked.
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