Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Renouncing Rituals ❯ Chapter 2
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By: KentraShinataku02 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 361 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.23.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 361 | 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^-^
Summary: Duo's lonely lifestyle seems to only bring him pain, not
the love he's longing for. When he encounters a dancer in a night
club, will he be rewarded with true love, or just more pain?
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Renouncing Rituals: Part Two
Duo’s first thought of the room could only be worded as ‘tacky’. Sure, there was an attempt to make it appear sexy, but the white walls and lonely pale light bulb decorating the ridge textured ceiling, the spongy, hotel-like bed, and the sex toys, including handcuffs and a whip spread out on the little table just didn’t kick it for him. There was an ice bucket with champagne, seeming completely out of place. It had probably been thrown in for the price he had paid. Though, in other places, two hundred dollars wouldn’t have been enough for even a private ‘meeting’. If two hundred was enough to get him any sort of special treatment, he was afraid to find out what a suitable price was in a place like this.
He couldn’t imagine going through this, night after night, man after ugly man, and not even earn decent wages for it. Nobody deserved to live that way. Images of the man he had seen ten minutes before came flooding back to him, the way he moved, dripping with seduction while his eyes screamed in terror. No, nobody deserved it, especially not someone so beautiful, somebody who so badly dreaded it.
Duo sank into one the mismatched chairs that rested near the table, propping his elbows casually against the back, and threw his feet over the other chair. One of the decorative ties on his rolled-down brown boots had worked it’s way undone during some point in the evening, but fixing it wasn’t one of his top priorities at the moment. He couldn’t keep his thoughts from the exotic man who had just danced his way into his life. He snorted to himself; he didn’t even know the guy’s name, but he couldn’t get his face, body, and the way they moved out of his head. He never let himself fall for a guy that easily, situations like that could only cause pain. He had learned that lesson the hard way, and he didn’t want to relive the mistake. A shiver ran down his spine. He didn’t need to think about past relationships right now.
There was a timid knock on the white washed door. Perfect timing.
“Come on in,” he purred casually. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep such a dominant tone when the beautiful man’s face peaked into view; even though the man was obviously a natural submissive- his silk fluid body language practically screamed it- something about his honey-languid body seemed to keep control.
Duo’s eyes raked his tanned and toned skin, wondering how he could dare to deny anything to this erotic display of sex on legs. He was no longer clad in the midnight dark leather that blended flawlessly with the colour of his hair and eyes, but was draped in thin, white pants hanging in loose folds around his legs, and a very sheer black shirt, clinging tight to his arms and torso. Duo was almost disappointed to see the change in wardrobe, but one glance at a tantalizing garment of black visible through his pants, and he realised that the leather garments would have been the downfall of his resolve in this private little room. The pathetic, tacky furnishings no longer seemed to matter, all that he could see, all that was around him was the aura, the scent, the very essence of the beautiful being, deep charcoal eyes staring into his.
He stepped into the room almost shyly. To think that someone who made money from displaying his skin could still dream of hiding his body just seemed a little… _off_ in Duo’s book. But it just proved his character more, and the wary actions helped Duo to talk his thoughts down from the ledge where they were waiting in anticipation to jump on the Asian man. He knew that many of the older guys, like the ones that had been out in the crowd, enjoyed a nervous display, made them feel like a big man screwing a little virgin boy. Luckily, Duo had screwed his own share of virgins and was pretty damn sure he could find another one if he really wanted. The way the man moved wasn't an act. He really hated what he was doing.
Duo's eyes finally, cautiously met his. He could almost physically feel the pain trapped beneath the glossy gaze. He was certain now, as he hadn't been before, that the man was Chinese, and lifted him out of the generic 'Asian' category. He hadn't been able to tell what definite nationality his features displayed from the distance that had previously separated them.
The Chinese man narrowed his eyes in what was intended to be a seductive manner, but couldn't quite mask his unease. His eyes never left Duo's as he moved toward him, his body possessed by pure grace, flowing as if he were merely liquid shaped into a molded form of perfection.
He paused aside the chair where Duo's feet were propped. Duo's breath caught when the man let his eyes flicker down his legs and back to his face in a heartbeat.
"Here, allow me to make you more comfortable," he whispered, sinking to his knees and running his hand along the ties of Duo's boot. The words rolled from his tongue as fluidly as his body moved and Duo was impressed that he spoke as articulately as his beauty shone. Most guys like this, though never as beautiful, talked like the trash they were.
Before Duo could fall under the spell, he drew his feet back and set them on the floor, slightly amused at the skeptical look etched on the man's face.
"That won't be necessary," he said, pleased to have maintained a dominant edge in his voice, "Why don't you have a seat?" He held out his hand indicating the chair his feet had just occupied. He felt rude offering the seat which probably carried dirt from the soles of his shoes, but in a place like this, everything was dirty anyways. Besides, the man had come in contact with things much dirtier than shoes, no question.
The man sat, following the odd request, but once seated, he shifted his chair nearer to Duo. Duo didn't make any motion to stop him, though he was severely testing his control.
"What's your name?" Duo asked casually.
"What does my name have to do with anything?"
Duo could feel his irritation; he probably just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible.
"Just tell me."
The Chinese man looked at him hesitantly, his eyes narrowed, this time in annoyance.
"Wufei," he said reluctantly, glancing away from Duo's eyes for a moment.
"Wufei..." Duo mused, "A beautiful name to match a beautiful man." Wufei's eyes hardened.
"What do you want? Are you going to do it or what?"
Duo was inwardly surprised at the outburst, but didn't let it show on his face. He thought the man would welcome a break from an endless sea of sex and sweat he didn't want anything to do with, especially a man like him whose eyes screamed in pain.
"'Do it'?" Duo echoed, keeping the dominant figure, "Who says I'm going to _do_ anything?"
"You had better be doing _something_ because I really need that money," he returned haughtily.
Now Duo understood; Wufei was afraid he'd just demand his cash back and walk out the door. Like that was going to happen.
"Don't worry, Wufei, the money's all yours. In fact," he fished another bill from his pocket, "take another fifty." Wufei stared at him, incredulously fingering the money that had just been thrust into his hand. "There. Now, is that enough to buy some of your time?"
Wufei nodded slowly, uncertainly. "So, you're not here for...?"
"No," Duo answered, a harsh edge piercing his voice, before the question was even finished, "No, I just wanted to give you a break. You may be the most beautiful guy I've ever seen and one _hell_ of a great dancer, but I know you're not exactly enjoying what you do."
The sharp glare in Wufei's eyes faded to a soft ember. It was a good guess that nobody had ever done anything like this for him before.
"You can tell that easily?" A sort of sad smile curved softly over his lips.
"No, actually I can't. Your eyes are the dead give away," he answered honestly, "but, you know, none of the slobs here would be paying attention to something like that."
Wufei's head cocked slightly to the left, giving him the sort of expression similar to that of an inquisitive puppy.
"...Exactly. So, why do you?"
Duo smiled, mimicking the sad expression Wufei had just displayed. "Because I'd like to think I'm not like the other guys that come around here."
"You're not. I don't even understand _why_ you're here. It's rare to see guys like you around." Wufei must have finally realized that Duo wasn't just going to grab him for a quick fuck, because his body relaxed visibly and he let his back ease against the wood of the chair.
"Because as much as I like to think I'm different, I'm really just the same."
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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^-^
Summary: Duo's lonely lifestyle seems to only bring him pain, not
the love he's longing for. When he encounters a dancer in a night
club, will he be rewarded with true love, or just more pain?
**********
Renouncing Rituals: Part Two
Duo’s first thought of the room could only be worded as ‘tacky’. Sure, there was an attempt to make it appear sexy, but the white walls and lonely pale light bulb decorating the ridge textured ceiling, the spongy, hotel-like bed, and the sex toys, including handcuffs and a whip spread out on the little table just didn’t kick it for him. There was an ice bucket with champagne, seeming completely out of place. It had probably been thrown in for the price he had paid. Though, in other places, two hundred dollars wouldn’t have been enough for even a private ‘meeting’. If two hundred was enough to get him any sort of special treatment, he was afraid to find out what a suitable price was in a place like this.
He couldn’t imagine going through this, night after night, man after ugly man, and not even earn decent wages for it. Nobody deserved to live that way. Images of the man he had seen ten minutes before came flooding back to him, the way he moved, dripping with seduction while his eyes screamed in terror. No, nobody deserved it, especially not someone so beautiful, somebody who so badly dreaded it.
Duo sank into one the mismatched chairs that rested near the table, propping his elbows casually against the back, and threw his feet over the other chair. One of the decorative ties on his rolled-down brown boots had worked it’s way undone during some point in the evening, but fixing it wasn’t one of his top priorities at the moment. He couldn’t keep his thoughts from the exotic man who had just danced his way into his life. He snorted to himself; he didn’t even know the guy’s name, but he couldn’t get his face, body, and the way they moved out of his head. He never let himself fall for a guy that easily, situations like that could only cause pain. He had learned that lesson the hard way, and he didn’t want to relive the mistake. A shiver ran down his spine. He didn’t need to think about past relationships right now.
There was a timid knock on the white washed door. Perfect timing.
“Come on in,” he purred casually. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep such a dominant tone when the beautiful man’s face peaked into view; even though the man was obviously a natural submissive- his silk fluid body language practically screamed it- something about his honey-languid body seemed to keep control.
Duo’s eyes raked his tanned and toned skin, wondering how he could dare to deny anything to this erotic display of sex on legs. He was no longer clad in the midnight dark leather that blended flawlessly with the colour of his hair and eyes, but was draped in thin, white pants hanging in loose folds around his legs, and a very sheer black shirt, clinging tight to his arms and torso. Duo was almost disappointed to see the change in wardrobe, but one glance at a tantalizing garment of black visible through his pants, and he realised that the leather garments would have been the downfall of his resolve in this private little room. The pathetic, tacky furnishings no longer seemed to matter, all that he could see, all that was around him was the aura, the scent, the very essence of the beautiful being, deep charcoal eyes staring into his.
He stepped into the room almost shyly. To think that someone who made money from displaying his skin could still dream of hiding his body just seemed a little… _off_ in Duo’s book. But it just proved his character more, and the wary actions helped Duo to talk his thoughts down from the ledge where they were waiting in anticipation to jump on the Asian man. He knew that many of the older guys, like the ones that had been out in the crowd, enjoyed a nervous display, made them feel like a big man screwing a little virgin boy. Luckily, Duo had screwed his own share of virgins and was pretty damn sure he could find another one if he really wanted. The way the man moved wasn't an act. He really hated what he was doing.
Duo's eyes finally, cautiously met his. He could almost physically feel the pain trapped beneath the glossy gaze. He was certain now, as he hadn't been before, that the man was Chinese, and lifted him out of the generic 'Asian' category. He hadn't been able to tell what definite nationality his features displayed from the distance that had previously separated them.
The Chinese man narrowed his eyes in what was intended to be a seductive manner, but couldn't quite mask his unease. His eyes never left Duo's as he moved toward him, his body possessed by pure grace, flowing as if he were merely liquid shaped into a molded form of perfection.
He paused aside the chair where Duo's feet were propped. Duo's breath caught when the man let his eyes flicker down his legs and back to his face in a heartbeat.
"Here, allow me to make you more comfortable," he whispered, sinking to his knees and running his hand along the ties of Duo's boot. The words rolled from his tongue as fluidly as his body moved and Duo was impressed that he spoke as articulately as his beauty shone. Most guys like this, though never as beautiful, talked like the trash they were.
Before Duo could fall under the spell, he drew his feet back and set them on the floor, slightly amused at the skeptical look etched on the man's face.
"That won't be necessary," he said, pleased to have maintained a dominant edge in his voice, "Why don't you have a seat?" He held out his hand indicating the chair his feet had just occupied. He felt rude offering the seat which probably carried dirt from the soles of his shoes, but in a place like this, everything was dirty anyways. Besides, the man had come in contact with things much dirtier than shoes, no question.
The man sat, following the odd request, but once seated, he shifted his chair nearer to Duo. Duo didn't make any motion to stop him, though he was severely testing his control.
"What's your name?" Duo asked casually.
"What does my name have to do with anything?"
Duo could feel his irritation; he probably just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible.
"Just tell me."
The Chinese man looked at him hesitantly, his eyes narrowed, this time in annoyance.
"Wufei," he said reluctantly, glancing away from Duo's eyes for a moment.
"Wufei..." Duo mused, "A beautiful name to match a beautiful man." Wufei's eyes hardened.
"What do you want? Are you going to do it or what?"
Duo was inwardly surprised at the outburst, but didn't let it show on his face. He thought the man would welcome a break from an endless sea of sex and sweat he didn't want anything to do with, especially a man like him whose eyes screamed in pain.
"'Do it'?" Duo echoed, keeping the dominant figure, "Who says I'm going to _do_ anything?"
"You had better be doing _something_ because I really need that money," he returned haughtily.
Now Duo understood; Wufei was afraid he'd just demand his cash back and walk out the door. Like that was going to happen.
"Don't worry, Wufei, the money's all yours. In fact," he fished another bill from his pocket, "take another fifty." Wufei stared at him, incredulously fingering the money that had just been thrust into his hand. "There. Now, is that enough to buy some of your time?"
Wufei nodded slowly, uncertainly. "So, you're not here for...?"
"No," Duo answered, a harsh edge piercing his voice, before the question was even finished, "No, I just wanted to give you a break. You may be the most beautiful guy I've ever seen and one _hell_ of a great dancer, but I know you're not exactly enjoying what you do."
The sharp glare in Wufei's eyes faded to a soft ember. It was a good guess that nobody had ever done anything like this for him before.
"You can tell that easily?" A sort of sad smile curved softly over his lips.
"No, actually I can't. Your eyes are the dead give away," he answered honestly, "but, you know, none of the slobs here would be paying attention to something like that."
Wufei's head cocked slightly to the left, giving him the sort of expression similar to that of an inquisitive puppy.
"...Exactly. So, why do you?"
Duo smiled, mimicking the sad expression Wufei had just displayed. "Because I'd like to think I'm not like the other guys that come around here."
"You're not. I don't even understand _why_ you're here. It's rare to see guys like you around." Wufei must have finally realized that Duo wasn't just going to grab him for a quick fuck, because his body relaxed visibly and he let his back ease against the wood of the chair.
"Because as much as I like to think I'm different, I'm really just the same."
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