Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ I - H - Fate is a Blowjob in a Bar Bathroom ( Chapter 8 )

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

How these 4 `s' words are intertwined

By Masamune Reforged

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Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, they are the property of Bandai, Sunrise or someone else, but not me. I use them for no-profit whatsoever, but for entertainment's gain.

Warnings: Yaoi (innumerable pairings. Lemons amuck.), cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, racism. All the bad shit you'd expect in real life.

 

Note: This is the first time I will use characters from Gundam shows other than Gundam Wing. However, the reader doesn't need to know ANYTHING about other Gundam shows, and I promise not to spoil anything. This is an AU story, the events and context of those other Gundam shows aren't worth jack here. I use these other characters as a little extra bonus for people who have seen the other Gundam shows, and because it's fun. I figure people would prefer this over the plethora of original characters I'd need to create to fill the cast of this story.

 

Part G of “Fate Works at a 24/7 Convenience Store”, Page I in the s4 arc.

“Fate is a Blowjob in a Bar Bathroom”

Duo's POV

 

Fuck Heero Yuy! I was a fucking idiot for ever thinking that a stiff like that would be any kind of fun. Going off and checking his precious little pager! I'll bet he's the kind who's closest to his frigging laptop!

 

Well, that just won't fly, not with Duo Maxwell it won't! Its not like I was even attracte- Ok, ok. Stop, that's an obvious lie. The guy makes me pitch a tent as hard as metal. And he's aggressive and mean and would probably fuck my brains out in some kinky, neighbors call the cops cuz they think I'm being murdered, sex.

 

Let's just try to forget him, shall we?

 

I walked over to this random guy, the only one under thirty in the whole bar. He was sitting alone, nursing a beer, looking glum, the usual late-night patron. He appeared to be fairly young, but frowning guys are always hard to peg. I guessed him to be about half a foot taller than I am, with curly, reddish-brown hair and a small nose. The reddish-brown hair curled into short sideburns.

 

“Mind if I sit here?” I pulled out the barstool next to him.

 

He turned and looked at me for a long moment, eyes scanning mine with scrutiny. They were very dark brown eyes, and they were full of stories that didn't want to be told. Looking into his face I could see that he was older, probably late 20s. But he gave off that air that only someone who is very old or has seen a lot does, a sadness from understanding the world far too well for their own good. Christ I hope I never get old fast like that!

 

“It's fine,” The stranger replied, turning back to his drink.

 

 

“Two shots of tequila, put it on my tab Enzo! I'll pay it off at the end of the night! Yes, the whole thing,” I told the bartender, who recognized me immediately. I had quite a considerable tab to pay off at Alibaba's, but it wasn't quite as bad as some of the other ones I'd run up all over Metro City.

 

“What's your name?” I tried to make small talk with the guy.

 

“Amuro, Amuro Ray,” He replied heavily, like the words hurt him. I caught a glimpse of something silver in his hand, through the nearly empty glass he was holding. It was small and rectangular.

 

“So what's a hunk like you doing all alone at a bar late at night?” I decided to make myself obvious. If this guy wasn't interested, I wanted to move on to the next one quickly.

 

“Just drinking,” Amuro replied airily. I thought he was trying to brush me off until he said, “I haven't had a lot of free time for a while...” It sounded like the beginning of a story.

 

“What do you do?” I asked. It was like prying a turtle from its shell, slow, grueling jerks.

 

“I am- I was a Major in the Army,” Amuro said. The silver object in his hand was probably a dogtag. I wondered if it was his or someone else's...

 

“A soldier boy!” I feigned being impressed. “Sexy!”

 

Amuro looked at me like I was growing horns. He shook his head, somewhere between disbelief and humility. “Not really,” He said darkly. “It's actually awful.”

 

“I'll bet it is,” I answered seriously. “I was just saying that I think soldiers are sexy. I don't know, something about them just totally gets me hot.” The only thing genuine about me was my directness.

 

Enzo put the shots on the bar, along with a little dish with salt and slices of lime. It was perfect timing. Heero was just coming out of the backroom where the telephones were. I laughed loudly at a joke that Amuro hadn't made. I was determined to make this guy jealous. Heero fucking Yuy, he was going to come crawling and I'd give him the cold shoulder, leaving him dangling like a puppet on the string of my pinky finger!

 

“I have to go,” Heero said quickly, hardly looking at me.

 

“WHAT?!” I couldn't stop the shout from coming out. That fucking callous, unfeeling, asexual, clueless piece of gorgeous motherfucker!

 

“Oh, that's too bad,” I tried to act like it was no big deal. How dare he! “Amuro and I were just going to have a few drinks and hang out together for awhile.” I elbowed Amuro chummily.

 

“Ok. Bye,” And Heero Yuy left. Just like that the fucker walks right out of my life!

 

Without leaving a way to contact him, without any acknowledgment of the volatile chemistry between us, without even a glimpse over his shoulder, he left. My cheeks burned and I was ready to chase him down in the streets, beat him to death and screw his rigamortis-stricken penis. I'd never been more furious with a guy in my life! He was an insensitive asshole. I wanted him so badly!

 

There was only one solution. “Let's do a shot,” I said quickly to Amuro, pushing the tequila in front of him.

 

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You know what they say, 'Tequila makes your clothes come off' [1]. Well, Amuro was really a lightweight, and it only took a few shots for him to start opening up. I had to hear all about his sob stories, the horrors of a youth in war (he'd been only 15 when he became a soldier, which didn't seem right to me), his buddies dying, his enemies retreating, the military jargon, the high tech gadgets. Seriously, only a fucked up otaku or someone with no life would have been interested by Amuro's stories!

 

“Fifteen years in the army, you ever get lonely?” I asked over probably our fifth or sixth drink in the hour. I still couldn't drink the image of Heero Yuy out of my head.

 

“Sometimes,” Amuro shrugged. “There'd be whores and shit at places we'd stop at for R&R and all that. But there was only one...” He trailed off dreamily. He was a man stuck in the past.

 

“How about you and I have some fun?” I proposed bluntly. “Your place?” Amuro looked reluctant. I didn't have time for his angsty wishy-washiness.

 

I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the small Women's room. There were never any girls at a place like AliBaba's, (I know Muriel tries, but he/she well, I don't know, which gender does he/she fall into anyhow?) so the bathroom was actually pretty clean.

 

Amuro just stared at me. So I made the first move. I leaned forward and kissed him. He didn't really respond, lips like a dead fish. I stroked at the front of his jeans. There was definite activity in there. Even if the guy was shell-shocked, his dick still remembered how things went. I fondled it roughly, abandoning the dead-end efforts of kissing him. Amuro's dick began to grow.

 

I looked into his eyes. Those dark brown eyes had a faraway, vacant glaze about them, not just from the booze. I unzipped his pants and fished his dick out of his trousers. It was about 7 inches, average width and not circumcised. I jacked it in my hand, and that finally got a reaction out of Amuro. His eyes fluttered shut. His body tensed, then went slack.

 

And when his eyes opened, they were something different. He focused on me now, but like a cat eyes a fly it's about to chase. His lips turned into an icy sneer. This was a very different person from the forlorn, sad kid who sat at a bar by himself. This was a hardened, bitter man.

 

“Get on your knees,” Amuro commanded. “Suck my dick.” He looked at me like he'd beat the living shit out of me if I refused.

 

I knew what to do. I only had myself to blame, approaching a stranger, leading him into a bathroom. I knew he wasn't all-right in the head, none of those soldier boys who'd seen any sort of real action were the same when they came back. You ever see “The Deer Hunter”? It's a really fucking long movie, but that shit really shows how crazy war makes people.

 

“Yes, sir,” I said, making the awkward situation into a joke.

 

“You don't need to talk.” Amuro didn't think it was funny. And he certainly didn't seem crazy. He was eerily in control, even if it was like a computer operating a human body. “Just get down and do it already.”

 

So I got down on my knees, on the floor of the bathroom in AliBaba's, and after jacking Amuro's cock to make sure I had a proper gage of its size, I stuck out my tongue and gingerly licked the tip. I licked again, then peeled back the foreskin and totally began to tongue-bathe the flare of Amuro's penis. I swirled my tongue ring (“If a girl has a pierced tongue, she'll probably suck your dick. If a guy has a pierced tongue, he'll probably suck your dick” [2]) over the tip like it was candy.

 

Now, I'm a pretty experienced cocksucker. I mean, I've had my fair share, and probably eight others' shares as well, of cock in my mouth. I like to think I'm pretty good at it. Now, when Amuro didn't shiver or throw his head back or respond AT ALL to my initial ministrations on his schlong, I was really surprised. Not many guys can get their dick sucked by Duo Maxwell and not react in some way. Hell, most fucking shoot their load right away...

 

So I stopped sucking and looked up at Amuro as if to say, 'Am I doing something wrong?'

 

And what does he do? He asked, “Why did you stop?”

 

“Um, no reason, I-” I really didn't know what to say!

 

“Then keep going,” Amuro ordered.

 

And, as if I didn't know what to do, he took his hands, grabbed me roughly by the hair, and forced his dick down my throat. And I don't mean just into my mouth, I mean all the way down my throat. I was taken by surprise and gagged, coughing around the meat choking me. Tears swam in front of my eyes. I tried to back off of Amuro's dick.

 

He wasn't going to let me off. Amuro's hands were clapped to my head like a vice, and he started fucking my face with long, deliberate stabs. He was much stronger than he looked. He smashed my nose into his pubes, cockhead popping into my throat. He would slowly pull me backwards by my hair until only the tip was resting on my tongue. Then he would force-feed me his dick again.

 

In-out, in-out, in-out, in-out. I started to breathe through my nose (I had to!) and flick at the slit of his cock when just the tip was in my mouth. I was quickly able to accommodate Amuro's length. In-out, in-out. It was really a very boring blowjob.

 

I reached up to stroke his cock, when it wasn't crammed down my mouth. He quickly batted my hand away. Amuro wasn't having any of it. He was in charge, and things were going to go his way. Amuro was in total control, which was fine with me. I like dominant guys, and Amuro's tough-guy act was actually starting to turn me on.

 

Amuro began to speed up. He announced this by suddenly pulling my hair forward again around the time I usually swabbed his flare with my tongue. The constant gurgling sound of his dick raking my wet mouth, the flap of his balls against my chin were the only sounds in the room. The wet see-saw sound was loud in my ears, obviously cuz it was me with the dick in my mouth. Amuro's cock started to leak precum. It pooled together with the spit gathered in my mouth. I couldn't swallow, obviously...

 

Faster, in-out in-out in-out. Amuro fucked my face like it was an inanimate object. A little faster. Gurgle gurgle gurgle. A gob of spit and precum began to leak out of my mouth. I made a motion to wipe it away, but Amuro slapped my hand down again. His dick was shining with my cocksucking juices, reflecting the light from the ceiling. The gob dripped onto my shirt. In-out in-out. Faster, faster. The precum flowed faster from Amuro's cock, the salty taste so familiar to my mouth.

 

You know, after a while a blowjob just starts to hurt the neck of whoever is giving head. That and the jaw starts to get mighty sore. And Amuro wasn't showing any signs of finishing any time soon.

 

As I was used to service the soldier's dick, my mind began to wander. I began to hope that the 24/7 store would get a new gay porn sometime soon. I began wondering if all rich kids weren't totally spoiled brats like Quatre Winner was. I was wondering how far that Chinese kid had run away from the police, and if he'd reveal Heero's identity. I thought about the fact that I was an eyewitness to the homicide of a Metro City police officer. My parole officer would not like that...

 

Goddamn, Amuro still wasn't done yet! If I could use my hands, a quick finger up his ass would probably do the trick. The prostate is a wondrous thing.

 

But Amuro was getting there. The precum began to get thicker, the thrusts faster and less accurate. I could actually hear Amuro's breath now. His cock pulsed and twitched, usually when it bottomed out in my throat. His balls were drawing together, ready to spew baby batter down my slut-pipe. I know what you're thinking, what's with the porno language? You think this is bad you should get inside my head for a day. It'll make you want to join the priesthood.

 

I started to suck like I really meant it. I rolled my tongue against Amuro's shaft. I began to suck harder, applying more pressure. But it was really all out of my control. Amuro was now pistoning in and out of my mouth at about as fast as I think a dick can go.

 

“Umph,” Amuro grunted. How romantic.

 

He grabbed the back of my head and absolutely speared my face onto his pole. His hips began to shake, his eyes closed. The log of flesh in my mouth began to shake and jerk involuntarily, swelling. Amuro's cock lurched in my mouth and unceremoniously coated my throat with his first load of seed. It lurched again, another rope of jizz, this time straight down my throat. I began to swallow, pharynx muscles gripping Amuro Ray tightly. He probably shot five or six jets of sperm straight into my stomach. A protein filled midnight snack.

 

Amuro pulled his dick out. I took a grateful breath through my mouth (finally) and the air burned my abused throat. He looked down at me with blank, expressionless eyes. Yeah, it was great for me too honey. Thanks for asking.

 

Then he tried to clean his dick off with my hair. That was the last straw.

 

“No!” I yelled, croaked rather. Speech was going to be hard on my ravaged voicebox.

 

And somehow that brought Amuro, the real human being Amuro, back to Earth. His eyes lost that vacant gaze, darting around confusedly like someone emerging from a trance.

 

“I, I'm sorry,” He stuttered suddenly. “I don't know what came over me, it just-”

 

“It's fine,” I told him. I really just wanted to get out of there. “It's fine.”

 

“I'm sorry,” Amuro said again. “I'll- I'll pay for your drinks.”

 

“Go ahead,” I told him, getting to my feet. My knees creaked, protesting being subjected to the hard tile floor for so long. “I have to take a piss. Be right out.”

 

I waited for Amuro to leave. I shook my head, hocked a creamy loogie into the sink and snuck out the bathroom window. It didn't really matter if Amuro paid for my drinks tonight or not, there was no way I was going to pay my tab.

 

-end Duo's POV

-end “Fate is a Blowjob in a Bar Bathroom”, Part H

-end “Fate Works at a 24/7 Convenience Store”, Page I in

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

 

Next: Page II “Wonder What's Next”. Page II will be more about the individual characters' lives and routines, as well as getting deeper into the setting of the story, Metro City.

Zechs gets the next chapter.

 

Feedback is greatly appreciated! MasamuneEHS@hotmail.com

 

ID Notes:

Amuro Ray is the main character in the original Gundam series, Mobile Suit Gundam. He is a young mechanic/engineering student who happens to come across the Gundam and get sucked into the war between Zeon and the Earth Federation. Here I've portrayed him as a young, but veteran, soldier who has seen one too many battles.

 

Notes:

[1] Not only is this a phrase I've heard said many times before, but there's actually a song now that's called “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off”, by some country singer called Joe Nichols. It's not that good a song, but worth a laugh.

 

[2] This is a direct quote from Chris Rock's “There's No Sex in the Champagne Room”. That man is hilarious, and that quote is just so fitting for slutty Duo.