Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ IV - F - Xctasy ( Chapter 32 )

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

How these 4 `s' words are intertwined

By Masamune Reforged

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Warnings: Yaoi (tons of pairings, but mostly 1x2, 3x4 and implied former 13x6. Lemons amuck.), cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, racism. All the bad shit you'd expect in real life.

 

Page IV: A Crow Left of the Murder

Part F of Page IV

“Xctasy”

 

Heero and Duo had spent just under an hour scoping out various ways to access the second, underground level of The Crow. Unless you were rich, famous, or with part of an entourage of someone who was, it wasn't going to be easy. For the most part, the two didn't speak to each other, only when it was required to point out the location of orange-clad security guards or doorways. It would have been hard to hear over the general din of the music and the people.

 

It was on their fourth pass of the far southern wall that Heero really started to feel different. The alteration had started gradually, growing slowly at first. In the early going it was steadily more noticeable, but mostly benign, heightened awareness, unusual sensitivity, increased energy. The strangest thing was what can only be described as awareness. It was an awareness only directed towards the outside world, towards others. Heero began to notice things, things he would normally never pay any attention to.

 

Heero noticed that Duo swung his hips as he walked, sauntering almost; a decidedly provocative gyration that would have been easily missed if it weren't for Duo's skin tight pants and thin frame. Heero noticed how pleasantly soft his undershirt felt against his skin, like freshly dried sheets to a baby's touch. He noticed the looks in other peoples' eyes. He could almost feel their feelings, as if they were sitting on a shelf in a display case.

 

That woman was horny. That man was lonely. That orange was tired. Duo was...

 

Duo stopped, leaning against a table for two, facing the far southern wall on the very opposite end of the club from the entrance. He'd chosen a tall table bolted into the floor where someone had spewed up a vast amount of vomit. The smell and the mess was keeping people away.

 

Heero leaned against the table too. Duo immediately said, “I'll be right back; stay here.”

 

And Heero did, largely because this inconspicuous spot gave him a good vantage point to watch the security door against the far wall. It was guarded by two oranges. One orange was short, fat, and old. From time to time he would open the door with a keycard attached to his pants. It didn't escape Heero's observation that Duo hadn't just arbitrarily chosen this table, as another nearby was vacant, and free of vomit, but would have offered a viewpoint largely blocked by one of the structure's pillars.

 

Heero was cold, despite the ridiculous nightclub heat he'd been sweating from before. In fact, he was still sweating. Maybe it was because this area had less people because of the puke?

 

At the table next to him a couple was flirting. The girl had a lovestruck, glassy-eyed look. The guy murmuring in her ear had his hand up her skirt, doing God knew what to God knows whatever women had down there. Heero certainly had no idea.

 

He watched them and the security door for a few minutes, growing impatient at Duo's absence. From time to time he would rub the front of his suit. It felt very very good to touch. It was so smooth.

 

“I'm back.” Duo finally reappeared, smelling strongly like liquor and carrying two enormous glasses filled with a clear fluid. “Here, drink up.” He offered one to Heero, who hesitated.

 

“What is that?” Heero eyed the glass dubiously. Duo stank like Bacchus, but his amethyst eyes were still keen and sharp, seemingly unaffected by it. It was at this very moment, looking into Duo's large pools of off-blue surrounding the iris, that Heero took more than cursory notice of his companion's eye color, and how devilishly beautiful they were.

 

After what felt like forever, Duo answered, “It's just water.” He took a big gulp, placing Heero's glass on the table in front of him.

 

“Just water?”

 

“Just water,” Duo said again, taking another big gulp. He certainly was drinking it like it was water.

 

Heero picked up his glass. It was like the coldest winter's snow in his hand. He put the glass to his sweating forehead. The pleasant chill was so strong that it made him shiver all down his spine, closing his eyes in pleasure. Once he realized how silly he probably looked, Heero immediately removed the glass from his forehead, opening his eyes. Duo was smiling at him like a fox does the hen.

 

Heero took a sip. It really was water. He took another gulp, another. He was very parched. Duo was positively beaming from behind his quickly emptying glass.

 

That made Heero ask, “Why water?”

 

“It's important to stay hydrated...” Duo answered seriously.

 

Heero took another thirsty gulp.

 

“...when you're rolling on E,” Duo added.

 

Heero put down his glass. “Huh?” He must not have heard that correctly.

 

“E. Exctasy. Candy. X. You're tripping on it right now. I cracked two geltabs of it in my mouth right before I kissed you,” Duo calmly informed.

 

The mental process involved in Heero digesting and accepting this new information as reality was a painful one, but mercifully fast. In a lot of ways, everything that had been growing stranger and strangerer now had a logical root and cause. And that cause was a devil-eyed youth named Duo Maxwell that Heero suddenly wanted to choke the life out of.

 

And Heero noticed that the devilish mischief in Duo's eyes was tinged with an unspoken dare for him to do just that. He felt something stir deep down in his sex at the thought. But it was squashed by his remaining reason. There was the mission.

 

“Omae o korosu.” Heero was so preoccupied with all these mental faculties that he did not even bother to translate.

 

“I don't know what that means.” Duo shrugged, finishing his glass. “But you should just relax and enjoy it. I'm fucking flying here.” Here, Duo ran a hand over his bare, flawlessly flat stomach, eyes blinking rapidly and letting out a breath. “You'll thank me later.”

 

“I'm going to kill you later,” Heero spat as he resumed drinking his water.

 

“Hey, don't forget I'm helping you out here,” Duo reminded, infuriating Heero even more.

 

“Drugging me is helping?” But Heero was sort of happy, in a strange way matching the situation itself. In fact, he was enjoying this more than any mission he'd had in a very long time. There were so many challenges and unexpected obstacles. It was riveting and exciting. Or maybe that was just the X and Duo Maxwell...

 

“Plus, think of how hot the sex will be,” Duo said, causing Heero to have trouble swallowing. “That's what I've decided I want in return for helping you out.”

 

“I have to report in after the mission,” Heero said automatically. He immediately regretted it.

 

There was an awkward silence between the two. Duo looked down at the table, hair covering his face. Regardless, Heero couldn't ignore the impression that Duo was angry, or perhaps that was the wrong word... but it was surely a negative emotion emanating from the long-haired youth at him. The music blared and people danced, laughing. The couple next to them left, arms interlocked.

 

Then Duo looked up, accused, “So that's why you never answer my calls. It's always 'the mission' to you, that's all you care about.”

 

And Heero saw it. It was a kind of pain that he got no pleasure from giving. It was probably the drug that let him see it, as clear and evident as if Duo's eyes were clear, sad pains of glass. Duo had feelings for him. Duo-

 

Heero's watch beeped. He only had an hour left to complete the mission. Shit.

 

“It's because you're a distraction,” Heero scowled, burying the emotion like a skeleton.

 

“A beautiful distraction.” Duo forced a smile. He always had to laugh, always try to never be brought down.

 

Heero didn't say anything. Instead he finished his glass of water. It had been refreshing.

 

“Are you really going to just leave after this is over?” Duo asked seriously.

 

“Yes.”

 

“No nonsense, no fun. Always business, always masturbation.” Duo's joke came out sounding forced, which it was

 

“I do masturbate regularly, to do my job correctly,” Heero took him seriously.

 

“Do you think of me?” Duo asked, jokingly, seriously, mischievously, hopefully. He smirked.

 

Heero, caught off guard, didn't answer. Duo's smirk widened. He went back to looking at the security door. The squat, fat orange was the only one there.

 

“Alright, if you want to get this done, this is how it's going to work,” Duo suddenly started, sounding serious. “That one fatass in the orange, go over near him, not too close, act natural. Just stand there and wait, you'll know.”

 

And Heero did just that. He got up and walked over, hands in his pockets, enjoying the texture of his handkerchief. The soft linen took his mind off of Duo Maxwell and his big, sad amethyst eyes. He leaned against the wall a few feet from the guard and pretended to survey the crowd.

 

Duo walked over to the squat security orange, saying loud enough for Heero to hear, “I'll suck your dick if you let me into VIP.” Duo got very close to the security guard, hands making a fondling grab at the large man's pelvic region.

 

“Get outta here, ya' queer fuck!” The guard pushed him away.

 

Duo walked over to Heero, grabbing the other's hand, a delightful warmth.

 

“Let's dance.” Duo pulled Heero out onto the dance floor. Duo immediately began moving to the music, arms in the air, hair whipping around like a cobra. Heero simply stood and watched him, unmoving. “Don't worry, it's relevant to your precious mission,” Duo said, with more than a small note of scorn. “Just dance.”

 

Heero tried. It was actually a great application of all the energy swelling up inside of him. As you can imagine though, Heero was not a very good dancer. It was like watching Steve Urkel trying to be smooth with women. Duo bit his tongue to keep from laughing, and, seeing how hopeless the hunky half-Japanese youth was, decided to help and take the lead.

 

“Here.” Duo put his hands on Heero's shoulders, sliding down to his wrists.

 

It felt good to have Duo's hands on him. They quickly pulled Heero closer, subjecting his calloused fingers to the smooth bliss of Duo's tight leather pants.

 

“Hold my waist... there. Now just move with the music.” Duo kept his hands in the air, swaying frantically to the lyrics. “Relax, don't worry about screwing up or getting everything right. Just have fun,” Duo advised.

 

Heero was trying. The pulsing beat of the techno. The care-free, energetic environment. The gorgeous boy in front of him, looking at him with those devilish eyes. Heero had to admit, grudgingly, that it was all pretty enjoyable. The tension of the time restriction on the mission left his mind completely. He even smiled a little.

 

Then the beat changed suddenly and Duo shifted, turning around so that his back was to Heero. Heero stopped in surprise, and his hands briefly lost their grip on Duo's waist. Heero tried to grab back on, but caught Duo's bare midriff instead. The hot sinewy flesh was bliss in Heero's hands. Something in him took over, primitive and wanton. His hands began to rove recklessly over Duo's bare chest, Duo's perfectly flat stomach, Duo's firm ribcage, Duo's rockhard nipples.

 

Duo gasped and arched back into Heero. If Heero thought Duo felt good, then he had no idea how good his touching felt to Duo. The horny youth reached his hands backwards, one gripping Heero's back, the other clenching the firm cheeks of Heero's ass. Duo ground his rear into Heero's rock hard sex, grinding to the beat of the song.

 

Now that, Heero Yuy concluded, as his hips began to move in time with Duo's and the friction began to work its inevitable magic on his member, was ecstasy. Duo immediately felt the passionately full heat in Heero's pants, and the hand that had clenched Heero's ass shifted to clutch the throbbing (and long and wide, as Duo was very thrilled to find) hardness through Heero's pants.

 

Heero literally saw sparks and almost jizzed himself. Nobody (except for Duo, that one time in the convenient store) had ever touched him there. That was going to have to change.

 

Duo bent down, all the way parallel to the floor, and began to buck his backside up and down against Heero's most sensitive area, riding him over the goddamn fabric of his suit pants. Heero swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

 

By doing so, he missed Duo retrieving a matchbook from his pocket, pulling one out, then flicking it, sending it flying out of his hand just as it sparked on the coarse red phosphorous.

 

So you can imagine Heero's surprise when he opened his eyes-Duo had suddenly stopped dancing-to see that the floor a few yards in front of him was on fire. That was why Duo had stunk of alcohol a minute before.

 

People started screaming. Security came running. Duo turned around to Heero. “Let's go.”

 

He pulled him towards the now unguarded security door. Duo pulled out the keycard he'd stolen from the security guard's back pocket, swiped it, and then the two were descending a staircase down into the bowels of The Crow.

 

Heero had to adjust his pants to accommodate the lingering boner Duo had left him with. If Heero had known what a cocktease was, he would have surely cursed Duo for being the best there ever was. The Ecstasy kept the boner going for another good twenty minutes.

 

-end “Extasy”, Part F of Page IV in

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation: How these 4 `s' words are intertwined

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Next: “Target Acquired”

 

Let's hear it for 1x2! (Oh yes, there is much more of it to come!)

 

Note: I am trying to portray the effects of MDMA as accurately as possible, despite never having taken it myself. Numerous symptoms of the drug will continue to appear in both the characters (and somewhat in the narration) for the rest of this segment.