Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ III - H - Bad Habits - Duo's - Sex ( Chapter 23 )

“Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation”

How these 4 s-words are intertwined with one another

By Masamune Reforged

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Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Gundam 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 (graphic lemon in this part, primarily 1x2 and 3x4, multiple multiple pairings) cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, sanity.

 

Note: I know many many people go nuts about Duo being stereotyped as a skank/slut, but out of the five pilots, who else would you pick to be the most promiscuous?

 

Part H of “In the Concrete Jungle”, Page III in the s4 arc.

Bad Habits - Duo's - Sex

Duo's POV

 

It was another late night at the Scrap Yard, the strip club I work at every now and then. The Scrap Yard's on the STD infested cock hanging off of Roosevelt Island, smack in-between Gotham and Metropolis, right on the water facing south out into bay. Once upon a time, Roosevelt had been all roses and strawberry-smelling farts, one of the richest parts of Metro. Then it became “cool” to live in Gotham proper, then in the burbs. Then, the government stepped in and starting building public housing on Roosevelt.

 

Today, the Island sure wouldn't appear on any episode of 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous'. Now it was one run-down, cramped as shit collection of us poor folk living in the government operated projects. Misery in a sardine sized tin.

 

The Scrap Yard is a sorta typical celebration of Roosevelt Island's shitiness. And it's also the place where you can stuff singles in my G-string every couple nights.

 

Shit, it was already 2AM by the time I finished dancing, to mixed results, as usual. You see, Scrap Yard is a “gentleman's club”, except for Tuesdays which is Ladies' Night (aka. Male dancers night), so the customers are mostly dudes. And there really is nothing gentle about the dudes. What kind of 'not gentle' are we talking? You ever get groped with a lit cigarette? That kind of gentle... Which I think is part of why I work there...

 

So you can imagine the shock newcomers get when the leggy piece of ass with the long chestnut braid strips off the stuffed dress to reveal the truth underneath. “It's a man baby!” for real. Howard, the owner of the Scrap Yard, and some of the regulars get a huge laugh out of the popping eyes of the unsuspecting when they get a load of old Duo Maxwell. The super rare chicks that show up also love me. Unfortunately, the occasional broad is about the only person who slips any money into my black g-string after I reveal my true sex. So, I try to really milk the pre-revelation part of my show.

 

Tonight I had my eye on this one young guy. He had paid a lot of attention to me during the show. And even after I stripped off everything but the thong, shaking my barely hidden package in his face, he still eyed me pretty good, even if he was blushing and trying to hide it. A closet case or `just curious' guy is fun once and awhile, I'd decided.

 

And, as I shuffled through the crowd on this Friday night, I got it into my head to find this guy. Heero had returned my call to his pager once, and only once, hanging up soon as he figured out who it was. It had been late; I had been shitfaced and near the place we'd met. Of course I was going to call him! But the gorgeous psycho had brushed me off again. Fucking loser...

 

“Hey there, sexy.” I snuck up on my prey from behind. He was short and young, and his wavy brown hair needed a haircut; I love messy hair. He turned around, his big green saying everything that his inebriated mouth couldn't.

 

Holy shit, it's the male dancer! Why's he hitting on me? ...not like I mind... Or some shit like what you'd find in some teenager's gay romance fantasy.

 

“Um... hi.” He was very shy, most of them are before they lose that 'been with a man' part of their V-card. And, as you can tell, I was a man on a mission, a de-virginizing mission. The kid glanced around nervously, checking to see that nobody was looking at him. All the eyes were glued to the girls on stage. I mean, come on, it's a friggin' strip club!

 

“Wanna private dance?” I got right to the point. “I'll make it extra cheap for a cutie like you.”

 

“I- um, um, I- you,” he stuttered hopelessly. I was going to have to hold his hand through this one. Rookies... “You know, I'm actually n-... Um... well. You know Millie? Right? Well...”

 

Finally to the point! Millie Haw was one of the part-time girls at the Scrap Yard. She was from a poor family, a struggling photographer (if she had any brains she'd figure out she'd make more money posing for the pics instead of taking them), so she danced and did tricks to pay the rent. She was a young redhead who was never afraid to tell everyone her opinion. She frowned on the fact that the rest of us did drugs. She was a real annoying bitch sometimes.

 

“It's not cheating if it's with a guy,” I tried to convince the kid. “Besides, Millie's giving a private dance to some old guy up on the second floor. Actually, it's been going on a little long-”

 

“It's cause we're both poor and-”

 

I clapped my hand over his mouth; not hard, just enough to shut him up. I leaned closer to him, whispering into his ear, “It's against the rules; but you can touch all you like.”

 

I pulled away to see his reaction. I could see the one in his pants, I just needed to check if his brain was going to follow. His mouth hung open. He was breathing heavily. His bleary green eyes looked at me to give him direction. I took him by his hand and pulled him up from the bar stool. He didn't resist. This was different, yet familiar all at the same time. I was the dominant one. I was the aggressive one.

 

“What's your name?” I asked as I led him towards the private booths.

 

“Tolle,” he answered.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I've seen you in here on nights that Millie dances. You come with that fashion designer, what's his name?”

 

“Sai, Sai Argyle.”

 

“You all friends or something?”

 

“We grew up together in the R2 Projects.”

 

“Roosevelt Islanders for life, huh? Take a seat there, baby.” I pushed him into a silk armchair.

 

There we were. Private room #5. The four previous rooms were all occupied, music blaring from each in an attempt to hide whatever got whoever was in there off. With a set of loud, grainy speakers and a rickety CD player, private room #5 was no exception to the Yard's standard of excellence. I picked “The Warmth”, by Incubus. Not the best song to dance to, but quite fitting for the moment. Any exotic, Eastern style dance can be used to fill the first minute of spacey instrumental.

 

“I-I'm not sure this is a good idea,” Tolle tried to protest, eyes rapt on my swaying hips. “I have a girlfriend and-”

 

So I just leaned forward and kissed him. He leaned into it, and his mouth opened easily to my advancing tongue. I batted his pink fleshy organ back and forth for a few seconds, applying a gentle pressure on his lips. They tasted like Bittersweet Schnapps, delicious.

 

I stood up, pelvis thrusting directly in front of his face, running my hands through my hair, down over my chest, onto his. He sucked in a helpless breath as I played with his nipples, plucking and massaging through his T-shirt until they were hard.

 

~I'd like to close my eyes, go numb

But there's a cold wind coming from

From the top of the highest high-rise today~

 

“Take off your shirt,” I told him.

 

~It's not a breeze cuz it blows hard

Yes and it wants me to discard, the humanity

~And I watch the warmth blow away~

 

I shivered slightly in the cold room, now naked. I turned around. Tolle had his shirt in his hand, without a clue what to do with it. A submissive one for certain... I grabbed it out of his hand and began to dance with it. I knew what to do. Stretching it across my chest, pointedly smelling it for his scent, rubbing it in between my legs, dangling it from in between my legs.

 

~So don't let the world bring you down.

Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.~

 

“Take off your pants.” Again, I was the one giving the commands. Tolle obeyed.

 

~Remember why you came;

and while you're alive,

experience the warmth before you grow old.~

 

One of the problems with picking up drunks is that sometimes the combo of pressure, excitement, and the booze stops them from getting hard. From Tolle's flushing cheeks and the minuscule cocklet sticking out from his bush, I could tell I was going to have a time getting him prepped and hard.

 

I sauntered over to him, moving to the music unabashedly. I turned around and bent over, sticking my ass up at him.

 

“Go ahead,” I encouraged, hands on my knees, hair falling into my face.

 

Slowly, slowly, Tolle's hands reached out towards my pale, white cheeks. I could hear him breathing hard, and the pounding of a chair against the floor in the next room. Finally, he placed his hands on my flesh, burning hot in the unheated room. I gasped. Tolle kneaded my bubble butt with his hungry fingers, growing bolder every second.

 

~So don't let the world bring you down~

 

He stuck a finger into my pucker. I made it twitch, and his digit sunk into the knuckle. I started to get hard. Nothing like nice hot flesh in my ass to start me up. Taking a firm hold on my hips, Tolle began to pull me backwards. I looked over my shoulder at him.

 

“Can I taste it?” he asked, the little fag.

 

I grinned, swinging my legs up into the air so that they straddled the armchair, my knees over his shoulders, presenting my ass to his face as asked. The chair groaned, but I knew it would hold at least three times the weight we had on it. “Eat me,” I demanded.

 

~Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.~

 

Tolle's tongue tickled my shaved ass playfully. It lapped at the salty skin, no doubt a little sweaty from the long night of dancing. Getting up on one hand, I took my now erect cock in the other, slapping it backwards between my cheeks and hitting him on the chin. Tolle's tongue snaked its way into my tight ass, flicking over my insides like it was ice cream. I imagined it belonged to Heero.

 

~Remember why you came; and while you're alive~

 

Sprawled backwards over his shoulders, I was purposefully facing Tolle's semi-flacid cock. Leaving my own rigid length alone, I switched my supporting hand and started pumping his dick with the other. I licked at Tolle's length vigorously, a meat flavored lollipop. He let out a surprised breath, teeth nipping into my ass. A drop of precum dangled from my cock. I love being bitten, I'm just a slut that way.

 

Tolle got over the alcohol fast, cock swelling as I nursed it with my wet mouth. I made sure to flick the sensitive tip with my tongue ring as often as possible. Tolle's was on the small side, less than six inches and not very thick. But it pulsated with heat and began to steadily churn out a healthy leak of jizz. I slapped his dick against my face, layering it in the tepid stickiness. He began to eat my ass for real, jabbing his tongue in as far as it would go. Like a good whore, I began to deep throat his meat, fondling his balls as I sucked hard and circled his length with my tongue like a snake. It pulsed in my mouth like a burning log.

 

I wanted it inside me.

 

“I want you to fuck me.”

 

~Experience the warmth before you gro~~~w~

 

 

Beneath the left arm of the chair was a little flip-down compartment. Inside it was a small dildo, lube, and a button, `Press three times for Security', just in case things got a little too kinky. Besides customers withholding payment I've only called security once, and that was to make it a little more kinky.

 

~co~~~ld~

 

Anyhow, out comes the lube and the dildo. I smeared a small glop on the dildo, a third of the tube, to grease my right hand. I knelt down in front of Tolle, who was quivering and licking the inside of his mouth with his Maxwell-blessed tongue. I crammed the dildo up in between my legs. It goes in without resistance; let's be honest, I've had plenty of things, plenty bigger, up there in the recent past. Still, the sensation, the feeling of being fleshed out made me gasp and shudder, even though the fill faded quickly.

 

I worked Tolle's cock with long, deliberate strokes, coating his length. The squishy, semi-aqueous sound filled the room. There was a brief gap between the song looping. Squish, squelch, slop. I jacked his dick three times, paying special attention to his knob, slobbing it up with my caresses. Tolle's head was against the back of the chair, his breathing hard, dick throbbing in beat with his heart. Squish, pulse, moan, squish.

 

~I'd like to close my eyes go numb...~

 

I pulled the dildo out of my ass, standing up. Tolle's eyes flew open as I let go of his dick. It flopped against his stomach, the lube and precum slime sticking to the few faint hairs there. I stared him in the face. He returned the look through glazed, lusty green orbs. I waited; I wanted to hear him say it.

 

~And I watch the warmth blow away~

 

“Please,” Tolle begged. I was going to be the one doing the fucking. “Please.” He was such a cute, submissive fag. Hah! A girlfriend... what a waste of a bottom bitch.

 

~So don't let the world bring you down.

Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.~

 

I threw one leg over the side of the chair, the other over his opposite shoulder, straddling, aiming. Tolle leaned forward so I could wrap an arm around his neck. I hid the dildo in my other, slack at my side. I began to lower myself down. His tip pushed against my pucker, his breath was hot on my neck, his hands roved over my back.

 

~Remember why you're here; and while you're alive~

 

I let out a sharp gasp of breath as all of Tolle's five-something inches were swallowed up inside of me in one quick motion. My hips began to work on their own, greedily back and forth, hungrily up and down. Tolle let out a string of meaningless grunts and vowels as his eyes went wide. I stared deep into those big emerald pools of faggyness and leaned forward, darting my tongue into his mouth.

 

~Experience the warmth before you grow cold~

 

“Yeah, you like that. Uh, uh, yeah~” I murmured porno encouragement to the boy, whose balls I could already feel tightening up, already getting close to climax. “Christ, your cock is so big. Oh! You're the best. Jesus. Oh, ugh, yeah, yeah.” Somewhere deep down in the darkness of my soul all this lying got to me and I couldn't resist commenting, “I'll bet Millie isn't half as tight as me, is she?”

 

~So don't let the world bring you down.~

 

I began to buck my hips harder and faster, milking Tolle for everything he was worth, which really wasn't much. Not only was he small for my tastes, but I could tell he was going to blow his load any minute now. No stamina, a shame. He was already grunting, his eyes glazed over in that pre-cum bliss.

 

I pulled up off of him just a moment before he would have exploded inside of me. His dick wetly flopped against his stomach. I lay out on the floor, legs wide, like the whore I was. I shivered against the tile, teasing Tolle over to me with a beckoning finger.

 

~Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold~

 

The kid jumped on me like I was the last piece of meat in the world. The boiling swirl of lust and desire had shut down all the meekness and timidness from earlier. Tolle grabbed his cock and thrust back inside of my waiting body without holding back. He began pounding into me for all he was worth.

 

~Remember why you came and while you're alive~

 

Tolle shut his eyes, hips pumping into me, frenzied, hot. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him deeper inside. His eyes fluttered open at the touch, but he shut them quickly, escaping into some fantasy again. To him my hands were probably Millie's hands, my ass her cunt. I wondered what he imagined my cock, rubbing into his chest, was? Moving down to his waist, my hand fingered the small dildo.

 

I smiled. I wasn't Millie.

 

~Experience the warmth~

 

I shoved the plastic cock into Tolle's ass. His eyes opened wide. It was a pretty small one, but I doubt that made a difference to him. I squirmed my arm against the resistance, pushing it in a little further.

 

“Oh fuck!” Tolle's body locked up, his eyes squeezed shut. The sensations from his prostate pushed him well over the edge. He thrust in one last time, his balls spasming against my shaved asscrack. He came.

 

~Before you grow cold~

 

Tolle's cock shot the hot seed inside of my bowels. I loved the slick heat that slowly spread through my gut. I pulled the dildo out of him and he opened his eyes.

 

~Experience the warmth before you grow cold~

 

Satisfaction. At that moment Tolle could have looked at a baby being fed to piranhas and still had that completely satisfied look in his eyes.

 

But it was only one moment.

 

Not quite satisfaction. His mouth opened dumbly. There was something wrong. What was it?

 

Sadness. He frowned now as it dawned on him: It's over and you won't be able to get back to that moment for at least another twenty minutes (unless you're on Viagra or X or something).

 

Guilt. His eyes were open now and the fantasy couldn't hold up. He wasn't looking down at Millie. He was looking down on a whore, another guy even.

 

Anger. It was to be expected. Yeah, I might have been a little aggressive, but the kid had gone along with it on his own. And to bitch about the dildo in the ass thing, well, come on, he liked it, even if he'd never ever tell any of his friends about it.

 

And then he shuddered, his body still gasped in the post-orgasm spell. All the emotions came together.

 

~before you grow cold....~

 

The track began to repeat again.

 

-end Duo's POV

-end “Bad Habits - Duo's - Sex (with Tolle)”

Part H of “In the Concrete Jungle”, Page III in the Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation arc.

 

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ID Notes:

Tolle Koenig is a minor character in Gundam SEED. He is a friend of the show's main character and a pretty normal guy. I always thought he was cute (in a sorta dorky/goofy way), so I've put him in a lemon!

 

Howard is Howard. Yup, Hawaiian shirt Howard from Gundam Wing. He rocks.

 

Millialia Haw (Millie) is another minor character in Gundam SEED. She is damn cool and a pretty sexy woman. She actually is Tolle's girlfriend in SEED.

 

Sai Argyle is yet another minor character from the same group of friends in Gundam SEED. He is nerdy as hell and dresses in these crazy outfits that made me cast him in this story as a fashion designer.