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K.Y.G.--4
Here it is, I've decided to spare you of my incessant ramblings and just get to the fic........oh shit, guess I just blew that hope to pieces......*shrugs*
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Dorothy sighed, bored of waiting for Relena to come up. She'd already played
with all of the other girl's toys; now she wanted someone to play with her.
"Lena..." she whined to the blonde who wasn't present, "I want to fuck..."
Coming to a decision, she crawled out of the bed, slipping into a see-through
nightgown and made her way down the steps.
"Lena...?" she called out softly. "Lena, where -"
She froze, eyes widening so that nothing was visible except the whites. Her
nostrils flared. Blood. Blood _everywhere_. Blonde body limp and full of
wholes like some kind of demented pincushion. Blue eyes frozen in time. What
was left of them, at least. Relena?
Dead.
Dorothy wasn't aware of opening her mouth. She wasn't aware of the neighbors
who came to check her. She wasn't aware of the people who milled around her,
the paramedics whose very presence was a joke. She wasn't aware of anything,
and when they sedated her to stop her screaming, she welcomed the darkness
with relief.
***
"What are we going to do now, Duo?"
Together they stood in the doorway of some wayward apartment building. It was
cold and damp out and the alcove provided them with much-needed shelter. Duo
inhaled a lungful of smoke, and Heero wrapped his own jacket tightly around
his body. He continued quietly.
"We've been in the city for _hours_. It's getting late. What are we going to
do?"
Duo shrugged, his eyes scanning the streets. There was a predatory gleam in
them that made Heero shiver, a shiver that had nothing to do with the
below-zero temperature. "Don't worry about it," the braided youth said.
"Something'll turn up."
The amethyst eyes narrowed. "There. Do you see that guy across the street?"
Heero nodded, taking note of the older man, probably in his forties, who was
leaving the building across the street. A long, gray trench coat covered him
from the neck down.
"Come on."
***
Mr. Gerald (better known as Dr. G to his... friends) looked up as a young
brown-haired boy approached him. Wide, naïve, blue eyes met his and the boy
took a sharp breath, then said, "Excuse me, sir. There's been a terrible
accident..."
"What?" Dr. G blinked, "What do you...?"
An empty vodka bottle hit him squarely on the top of his head, shattering
into one hundred prisms of light, broken pieces of different shapes and
sizes. The older man slumped to the ground, letting out a soft gurgle, and
proceeded to bleed all over the sidewalk.
Heero stared at the neck of the broken bottle in Duo's hand, then down at the
man. "Is he okay? He's not moving."
Duo knelt by the still form, cigarette dangling from his lips. Placing a hand
over the man's heart, he blinked, "I don't _believe_ this. I think he's had a
heart attack. He must have had a bad heart..." The boy looked up to Heero,
his mouth quirking slightly. "That's not so bad then. He would have died
anyway. He could have even died at the wheel and caused a horrible accident."
A pause, then, "It's not real murder; we've probably saved innocent lives."
"What do we do with him?" the shorthaired boy questioned, scanning the empty
street. A soft exclamation of surprise drew his attention back to Duo and the
old man.
"Here, look!" Duo peeled back a flap of the man's trench coat. "He's wearing
women's clothes under here. He must be someone important." He shook his head.
"Poor bastard. What a tragic, undignified way for a man to die..." The
braided boy hooked his hands onto the coat and hauled the old man up over his
shoulder. "Tell you what; there's an alley over there. I'll dump him in the
garbage bin."
// Wait... // Heero followed Duo to the alley, then placed one hand on the
other boy's shoulder. "Wait... he must have money or something." They
searched the gartered and pantyhosed body quickly, and while they found no
money, Heero did come up with a set of keys.
They made their way to the building, the one they'd killed him in front of,
and walked in. There was a number on one of the keys and they matched it to
its door, a room on the fourteenth floor. Heero's hand searched for Duo's and
he clung to the other boy tightly.
// First murder. Now breaking and entering. // Heero mused, // At what point
do you stop being a young offender and become a hardened career criminal? //
The inside of the apartment was nice. Someone had taken the time to
tastefully decorate, and the clutter was minimal. In short, it was nothing
special. However, there was one closed door in the apartment that caught
their attention, the door that led to the bedroom. As they entered the
pitch-black room, Duo swore, "Christ! Smell that perfume? It's like a big
fluffy toy died in here or something..."
The braided boy flicked the lights on. Taking in the scene, his eyes widened
and he simply said softly, "Wow."
In the center of the room stood a large canopy bed covered in pink, silk
sheets. Dirty magazines and porno movies littered the floor. The walls were
covered in posters of men and women in various states of dress and undress.
Shelves were lined with whips and chains and handcuffs, some metal and some
padded. A camcorder had been set up in one corner on a tripod, near the
television and the sound system.
"Look at this! It's like some kind of shagging palace!" Duo said as he made
his way through the room, examining whatever caught his eye. "Told you
something would turn up. I've always been lucky with accommodation."
Heero felt a grin threaten his mouth and he went over to play with the
camcorder. It was state of the art so he said the first thing that came to
his mind. "All of this stuff... it's like Hollywood."
The braided boy picked up one of the magazines and flipped through its
well-worn pages. "Aww, look! It's all men dressed up like women. That proves
it; he must be a member of Congress."
"Does high office and female impersonation go hand in hand?" Heero asked
quietly, browsing the video selection. His eyes widened at the cover of one
of the porno movies and he murmured, "This is another world, isn't it?"
"It's biblical," Duo shrugged, moving to stand by his side. "Sodom and
Gomorrah, y'know?"
After a few more minutes of poking around the room, Heero walked to the
closet and opened it. The inside was lined with all sorts of clothing, all
sizes and styles. Animal print, leather, vinyl, chain mail, and plastic were
the most prominent themes and Heero whistled softly. "These wouldn't fit
him... he must have other people up here, dressing up. Probably the whole
cabinet."
Duo followed him, eying the clothing as he agreed, "It's funny to think that
decisions affecting all our lives are being made by men in crotchless
panties."
"Aa. But it's all from catalogues. You can tell."
"Hee-ro." His name was spoken on a sigh and, without warning, two strong arms
encircled his waist securely, and Heero was pulled up against a hard, very
_nice_ chest. A warm mouth that wasn't at all nasty, like Relena's had always
been, moved slowly down his neck, and the hands slid sensuously down his
sides.
Duo murmured against his skin, "I wouldn't mind seeing you in some of this
stuff. You'd look even more beautiful."
The blue-eyed boy whimpered softly as teeth grazed his throat, and just as
abruptly as he'd been accosted, he was released. Duo turned away and as Heero
stared at the rippling back, sheathed in black, he thought, // Why not? //
He blindly grabbed a couple of hangers of clothing and made his way into the
bathroom. The countertop was littered with various cosmetics, condoms, and
lubricants. Remembering the old man who was now in the dumpster, Heero
suppressed the insane urge to laugh.
// Well, why not? There's a whole world out there. A world of drinking and
drugs and dancing. A world of taxis driving you home at five in the morning
with the memory of lights and colors and pounding music. Why should I study
for exams when I could be out with Duo, dancing in the studio audience of
some late-night TV program for the under-25's? //
His hands seemed to know what to do and he found that he didn't need to
concentrate on dressing up. It was instinctual.
// I want... I want to be someone who everyone looks at and _wants_. I want
to be a wild kid before it's too late and I'm married with fifty brats and a
wife who hates me. I want this. //
Staring at his reflection, he picked up a tube of glitter from the
countertop.
// So... why not? //
Back in the living room, Duo continued to search the area. Finally he paused
and knelt by the cabinet beside the bed and popped open the top drawer. He
grinned.
"I knew it!" His hands picked up one of the many carefully packaged sets of
pills. Under his breath he murmured, "There's all sorts of stuff in here:
poppers and pills and everything. You could open a fucking _pharmacy_ with
this."
He'd just finished sorting through all of the drugs, finally settling on one
of the small, neatly labeled bags when he heard a noise behind him. Without
turning around, he said, "That you, Heero?"
"Aa. It's tight and I feel weird. I feel like a transvestite."
Duo turned to look at the other boy, his breath catching in his throat.
Heero twirled with a smile. "How do I look?"
The shorthaired boy looked like something out of a wet dream. His slender
legs were sheathed in supple, black leather pants that hung low on his lips.
His Doc Martins were a match for Duo's. His shirt was a blood red, sleeveless
mesh that pulled tautly across his chest; it did nothing to conceal his skin.
In one hand he held a transparent-blue plastic jacket and fingerless mesh
gloves that matched his shirt encased his hands. The skin at the base of his
neck seemed to shimmer and Duo realized that there were several tasteful
streaks of glitter there.
Softly, almost in awe, Duo told him, "You're beautiful."
Heero ducked his head shyly. When he looked back up, Duo was still staring at
him appreciatively.
"What you have to understand," Heero told the other boy, "is that I'm not
_real_ anymore. I'm just a figment of _his_ imagination. I'm no longer
responsible." He ran one finger across his lower lip. "That means I can do
_anything_."
The braided boy took two pills from the plastic baggie he held and extended
his hand to Heero. "It's E. There's five taps in here. Let's get high and go
dancing."
"Okay," Heero nodded, smiling at Duo. While he was dressier than Duo, the
other boy still looked gorgeous. He wondered how many stares they'd get.
"I've seen all the documentaries but I've never actually taken drugs before."
Heero knelt beside the other boy. "What does it do?" He opened his mouth and
Duo placed one of the tablets on his tongue.
"You'll see," Duo smiled, popping the other tab into his own mouth.
***
"Oh my God!" Heero grinned insanely, eyes wide. "Oh, WOW!"
Hands linked, they walked down a crowded street full of men and women dressed
in bright, flashy clothing that revealed everything. Every once in a while,
someone would whistle at them or call out, "Hey, gorgeous!"
They laughed together and Heero babbled, "Everything's all full of light!
It's beautiful. This is the most amazing thing! I can't stop talking!"
"That's alright," Duo told him, giving his hand a little squeeze. "You're so
totally sexy."
The braided boy paused for a moment, then pulled Heero to him and claimed his
lips. The kiss was sweet and Duo's taste lingered in Heero's mouth, only
heightening his desire. The hand linked with his tightened a little more,
possessive, and Heero nearly purred.
Pulling back, Duo said, "C'mon! Let's find a club. "
So they did.
***
The crowd pressed in around them, swaying to the music. Heero was pushed
against Duo, but he didn't mind. Their bodies moved to the pulsating sound,
grinding and bumping against one another. The violet-eyed boy threw up his
arms and lost himself in the beat, and Heero couldn't stop smiling.
Everything was wonderful. Brilliant! The lights seemed brighter as they
flashed and twirled. The music permeated his very soul. Duo's scent, heady
and musky and so good, filled him and he could still taste the other boy on
his mouth. Every touch made him want to grab Duo and go back to the room and
fuck until he was satisfied.
Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's neck, and two hands settled at the base
of his spine. Holding on to one another like lifelines, the shorthaired boy
whimpered softly as Duo nuzzled the juncture at the base of his neck lightly.
"Take me home."
Duo glanced up at him, eyes dark with passion (or was that E?). "What?"
"Take me home," Heero repeated. "I want to fuck you 'til you scream."
***
The door to the bedroom they'd acquired burst open, and Heero and Duo
stumbled in, assaulting each other with their hands and mouths. They stumbled
across the room and fell on top of the bed, mindless of the magazines they
crushed.
"Oh, God," Duo groaned, hands fumbling with Heero's leather pants. "This your
first time?"
Heero barely had the presence of mind to nod. He watched through hazy eyes as
Duo's hand fumbled around for something. The braided boy managed to find a
half-used tube of lubrication and, once the rest of their clothes had been
thrown haphazardly across the room, he went to work.
"- want you -" Heero breathed, exploring the other boy's body with his mouth.
"Nn," came the response, "God... a lot of guys can't get it up on E... guess
we're lucky..."
"Lucky," Heero echoed.
And they were.
Twice.
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