WARNINGS: lemon... probably bad words... DISCLAIMERS: standard disclaimers appyly, I own no one recognizable.. DEDICATION: to Obsidian Seraphim who wanted to see this and to Mel and Christy who I know like this pairing a lot... *grin*   ÜbereinstimmungSchlag   Function. He looked around and wondered why they called it that. It wasn't as if any of these people were functional. They were barely decorative. He scanned the room again, wincing as his eyes took in the veritable sea of pastels. Everyone looked the same. The men in dark suits and the women clad in the painful mode du jour. It seemed that they all wanted to look like the former Queen of the World. Oddly enough he didn't mind the look on Relena. The varying shades of pink and other pale hues she generally chose to wear suited her somewhat insipid colouring. It was downright nauseating on some of these other women though. Some too mature for their current choices, others with complexions that turned sallow and jaundiced appearing when paired with such girlish colours. Even wildchild Dorothy had fallen prey to the current craze and was wandering the room in an eye searing yellow concoction that appeared to have daisies embroidered on it. What was the world coming to? He sighed heavily, mentally preparing himself for a long night of tedium. He didn't want to be here, hadn't wanted to accept the invitation. Some things are unavoidable. He nodded greetings to other highly placed personages, once again amazed at who could be brought out of the woodwork for one of these tiresome affairs. Presidents and Preventers. All trotted out for display like exotic zoo creatures for the amusement of the aristocracy. Meet and greet. Peddle your latest idea or ambition. Attempt to convince yourself that the conversation you've been roped into is fascinating despite the overbearing pompousness of the cigar-chewing cretin who thinks he's seen battle because he once missed while cutting his toenails. Smile and nod and provide vacuous answers to even more vacuous questions. He felt himself slipping into dissipation, one too many glasses of what was actually a very fine wine. He was bored. Dead, stunned, thick as a plank bored. He wanted some action, something to stir his blood. He wanted something... dangerous. There was a stir in the room that recalled him from his stupor. He gave himself a mental shake, zoning out here was an unwise proposition. Who knew what one could end up being cornered into if one wasn't alert to the signs. His gaze sought the source of the disturbance and saw Relena dash across the room to greet a newcomer with warm welcoming tones. "Duo!!" Duo? He hadn't seen him in some time and suspected he would be a welcome distraction. He was not the type to suffer fools gladly nor would he prattle on about inane things. His head turned slowly toward the door where he stood waiting for Relena to reach him. His breath caught as he drank in the delicious contrast his appearance made. Unlike the other revellers he did not appear either floaty, ruffled, embroidered or pastel nor was he noosed within an inch of his life in a suit and tie. He was velvet. Such an odd fabric for a man. It was inky in hue, dark side of the moon black. He could see the richness of it from where he stood, thick fibers that bespoke tactile longing and his fingers suddenly twitched with the desire to test the softness of it. The outfit was devastating in its simplicity. Black velvet surrounded a graceful neck and stretched across sculpted planes of chest an abdomen yet left firmly muscled arms bare and white. Black velvet jeans clung to every curve of calf and thigh, climbing up impossibly long legs to surround slender hips and meet lovingly around the proof that even though the fabric was feminine the wearer certainly was not. It was attitude attire. Attire that required an inate knowledge of one's own physical charms and how to best display them without appearing tawdry. His eyes wandered again and caught still more details. The wealth of hair woven in a loose plait, the new sharpness of adult cheekbones and the smooth leather of boots, their small heels causing a shift in posture that pushed those hips outward slightly. With the swiftnss of a match strike he was hard, face flushed and heart pounding, the suddeness of it leaving him breathless and anxious. He realized with morbid fascination that his eyes were glued to Duo's crotch and he tore them away though the image would forever be burned in the vaults of his memory. The want left him weak-kneed, desire coursed through him with unfamiliar strength, belying the cool indifferent facade he presented to the world. The muscles of his lower abdomen clenched and he whirled almost drunkenly and fairly ran to escape into the night. The terrace was dark and deserted. Even so, he moved to a hidden corner and clutched at the railing as the cool air soothed his flaming face. He bowed his head as he took in great draughts of air, fighting down the wayward urgings of his out of control body. His focus on his struggle was complete and he did not hear the quiet click of a closing door or the soft tap of boot heels on stone. HIs gasp was sharp as arms surrounded him from behind and a chin was propped upon his shoulder. A long lean body pressed firmly against his back and warm moist breath danced as a low voice purred into his ear. "Well well. If it isn't Preventer Chang." Those lips brushed intermittently against the outer edge of his ear as they formed each syllable. The vibrations of sound slipping through a quivering ear drum to shudder through his limbs, his voice a breathless whisper. "Duo..." He shifted in Duo's grasp and began move to turn around when that maddening voice shivered through him again. "No. Don't move." The order was soft yet it held him fast as though it had been barked out by the loudest of drill sergeants. Those lips breathed and spoke into his ear as nimble hands brushed over his chest and abdomen till one settled over the erection that tented his knife creased suit pants. "Running away Preventer Chang? That's not like you at all. And what is this? Why Preventer Chang, I didn't know you had it in you. Is it for me?" The voice was low and amused, the hand pressed and squeezed. "Such a proper boy you are Preventer Chang. Always showing up where expected, always dressed correctly, always speaking correctly. Always so upright and conventional, so proper. You know what? I'm going to do something to you Preventer Chang. Something improper. And you're going to let me. Aren't you?" His hips bucked into that squeezing hand, alternately moving forwared into the hand and back into the arousal pressing against his cheeks, its strength apparant even through the thick fabric between them. "Aren't you? Tell me Preventer Chang. Tell me." His head dropped forward as he struggled for breath and voice, his body deciding for him as it spoke the word that would get it what it wanted. "Yessss." The voice was once again amused and its laughter was soft yet predatory. Skilled hands, thief's hands, moved effortlessly to flick open a few buttons, unbuckle a belt and slowly lower a zipper. "Good boy. Now keep your hands exactly where they are and you'll get your reward." He gasped sharply as his pants were slid down over his hips to fall around his ankles and a hand slid up the back of his thigh to cup a firm buttock. "Well well Preventer Chang, no underwear? Aren't you a naughty boy, who would have thought?" His jacket and shirt were pushed up carelessly to expose the better part of his back and that velvet was pressed against his fevered skin, brushing at evey accessible square inch of it. He moaned, his hands clenching on the railing and his head falling back. The feeling was even more exquisite than he'd imagined and it teased at his nerve endings as it brushed and caressed with deliberate intent. Those hands were once again on the move and they slid up to palm sensitive nipples till they rose in hard points to be grasped in firm fingertips. He cried out as they were twisted just a little harder than he was accustomed to but was soon moaning again as the slight pain raced through him to settle in his already throbbing cock. "Ahhh... you like that don't you, naughty boy." He wanted to protest, to say that he was neither naughty nor a boy but his mouth seemed incapable of forming the words, his usual disdain lost to him as another wave of heat flowed around him. Then those hands were moving again, sliding down and around to grip tightly at his buttocks. Velvet slipped down his back as the figure behind him crouched and lips were pressed to the indentation at the base of his spine. He felt the wet touch of a tongue before he was spread wide by those hands and that tongue began to follow down the path from his back to dance briefly at the spot just behind his sac. He moaned loudly and rose up on his toes, the sensation unbelievable. His hands gripped the railing tightly, a fine tremor running up his arms at the tension. Then that tongue was on the move again, slipping upward in wet traces before circling with persuasive touches and finally stabbing inward. He cried out, shuddering from head to toe, mind whirling and settling on the only word he could think of. "Oh god... evil... god... you are so evil Duo... god... so good..." The shoulders behind him shook in silent laughter, the tongue relentless in its stimulation and he bucked back into it as it slid to and fro in mimicry. Then it slipped away and his cry was mournful at the loss. He attempted to regain some semblance of control, breathing deeply until he felt the touch of hot slick flesh pressing at him. A hand snapped the band on his hair and fingers threaded through it before using it to pull his back in range of those lips and that voice yet again. The breath across his ear was ragged though the words were steady. "Now then Prevernter Chang. I'm going to fuck you. Feel free to be as loud as you like, no one will hear you out here. And even if they did, I won't stop. Just think what a pretty picture you'd make, pants around your ankles, your sweet ass pounded into next week. What do you think they'd say?" Before he could process those words in his lust fogged mind he was being slowly opened. Thick, hot and slick, flesh pushing forward to stretch and impale. Determined, steady, careful but relentlesss. He'd never felt anything quite like it in his life. His moan was loud and long as his knuckles grew whiter still around the railing. He felt those velvet clad thighs brushing the backs of his own and was tempted by the sensation to push back and brush his sensitized skin against them. The hand remained in his hair, occasionally tugging to add the spice of pain to the mix and soon he was a quivering mass pulled this way and that with nothing to anchor him but his hands on the railing and the flesh buried deep within. There were no preliminaries, they were both far beyond that need, there was only the pounding thrust of cock and ass. Their voices rose as their bodies sped, pushing against each other in an age old race. A hand moved from his hip to grasp tightly at his cock, stroking in rough counterpoint to the the thrusts within. A tight squeeze, a firm pull and a final bruising thrust and it was over for them both. Twin screams echoing out over the night shrouded gardens as he released in white jets that spattered hot droplets down on his pants and up across his suit jacket. He could still feel the pulses within as they sagged slowly to the terrace floor, breathless and replete. In time they calmed and he winced slightly as the flesh within him was withdrawn slowly. He shifted as though to turn around but was once again forestalled. "No Wufei." His head dropped, beginning to feel used and cheap if Duo wouldn't even let him look or share a kiss. Lips pressed once more to his ear before whispering. "I have rooms upstairs, wait 10 minutes then find them." "What? Why should..." "Because Heero is there and I'm sure he'd like to reward you too. And then I want to reward you again." With another press of lips to ear he was gone, disappearing into the night as though he'd been a mirage. Wufei sat back stunned then threw back his head and laughed. Hell of a cure for boredom he thought as he straightened his clothes and checked his watch. The door opened on darkness as Duo slipped back into his opulent set of rooms. The door was barely closed before he was tackled and pushed back into it. Lips crushed hard against his own before pulling back to emit a low growl. "You smell like sex. How was it?" "Yummy. He should be here in about 5 minutes if I know our Wu-man." "Good. I look forward to it. I'm glad I let you talk me into coming here." "What did I tell you Heero? Giving in has its rewards." _owari_ SteelSong 09/2001

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