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Duo looked at the scrawl on the crumpled piece of paper in his hand.
Was that a 3 or an 8? Damn this messy handwriting anyway. It didn't
help that it was his, either, so he had no one to complain to. Well,
if it was a 3, he must be here. He looked up at the sign. It read:
Kitty in the House.
Was this the right place, he wondered? Weird name for a flower shop.
But there were definitely flowers in here... How he had gotten
saddled with this task, he didn't know. Trowa and Quatre were
getting married, and the other three pilots were arranging the
simple ceremony. He had been assigned the task of getting flowers by
Wufei. Duo had protested, but Wufei had looked like he was about to
go into rant mode, so Duo decided to accept graciously and got the
hell out of there.
Now, standing outside the shop, he had doubts. He was trained to fly
a Gundam, and now he was a commander in the Preventers. What the
hell did he know about flowers? He was just reaching for the door
when it burst open from the inside, and three giggling schoolgirls
bounced out, talking rapidly about some boy. Then they saw Duo, and
they stopped, eyes wide, taking in the long chestnut braid, wide
violet eyes and slim body. They looked at each other, whispering
(Duo was sure he heard the word kawaii at least 10 times) and burst
out into giggles again. They were headed toward Duo, who stood with
his hand on the door, trying to adjust to the shop's relative
dimness, when a deep, teasing voice rang out. "Now, girls, don't go
scaring off the rest of my customers. Off with you, now!"
The girls giggled and complied, waving over their shoulders as they
went, and Duo breathed a sigh of relief. He walked in, turned to his
savior, and said, "Thanks, man. I felt like a piece of meat for a
Yohji smirked, letting his eyes travel surreptitiously over the
stranger; he could be subtle when he wanted to. No wonder the girls
were all over him; that hair, that body... Yohji clamped down on his
own body's reaction and waved him in. "They're mostly harmless. You
should come around more often, so they'll leave me alone."
Duo's eyes had adjusted, and he was doing some mental drooling of
his own. He looked up at the tall slim blond, taking in his cropped
top, low-slung painted-on jeans... the man had an air of sensuality
about him that was almost tangible. His own black jeans felt too
tight as he dragged his eyes back up to the blond's handsome face.
He laughed. "Uh, no thanks, I'll pass. I'm not into..." he stopped,
realizing he was about to admit to this stranger he liked boys, not
girls. There was something about this man, and it was affecting Duo.
Either that, or he was just really horny. He decided, fuck it, and
finished his sentence. He would probably not ever see the other guy
again. "I'm not into girls."
Yohji peered over the top of his sunglasses at the smaller man,
eyebrow raised. Was this his lucky day? This gorgeous creature swung
the same way as he did? How to handle this... Yohji decided to jump
right in. He looked around; he was alone in the shop. "Well, that
makes two of us, then," he drawled, taking off his sunglasses and
looking directly into those violet eyes. His full lips curved up in
a sexy smile. He lounged back against the counter. Well, it was
true. He wasn't into girls at the moment.
Duo looked back; he couldn't believe this was happening. Things
didn't go this easily, you had to dance around and drop hints and
tread carefully. The sexual tension in the room increased, as did
his heart rate. "So what are we gonna do about it, then?" Duo
"Would you like to go out tonight?" asked Yohji.
Duo thought about it. He had just met this guy; he was a total
stranger. A tall, blond, handsome stranger with a gorgeous body...
was there even a question? Duo dragged his mind back to the question
and said, "I'd love to."
"Great!" Yohji grinned. "You like to dance?"
"I love to dance," Duo answered.
"I know the perfect place then," replied Yohji. "Shall I pick you
Duo considered. "Well, since I already know the way here, why don't
I meet you here? What time?"
"How does 8 sound?"
Duo agreed, and he finally remembered why he was there. He explained
what he needed, and ordered the flower arrangements. They finished
their official business, and as Duo turned to go, Yohji caught his
hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing it softly, he said, "You
have no idea how happy I am that you chose this shop today, Duo."
Duo shivered from the gentle caress of the other man's lips on his
skin. "Show me tonight, then, Yohji," he murmured.
"Oh, I fully intend to," Yohji smiled, and then they said goodbye, both anticipating the evening.
Yohji and Duo walked up to the club door. A line of people waited
outside; the club, oddly called the Cow, was obviously a popular
one. But Yohji bypassed the line and went straight up to the
bouncer, who grinned widely when he saw the blond, and waved them
both right in. The bouncer favored Duo with a lascivious leer as
they passed, and he grinned cheekily back.
Duo followed Yohji into the club, admiring the taller man's ass in
the skintight brown leather pants. The pants poured into matching
boots, and were topped by a vest that hung open and showed off
Yohji's smooth chest. The ever-present sunglasses were there, up on
top of the blond hair, and Duo thought he looked incredibly hot.
Long and lean and cool, Yohji looked like a walking ad for sex, and
Duo fully intended to take him up on it.
Yohji led Duo to the back of the club, toward the bar. He walked
along the mirrored wall, and surreptitiously looked Duo over in the
reflection. The longhaired boy looked even better than he had
earlier; that incredible hair was loose from the braid now, and fell
in silken waves down to his ass. And what an ass it was; firm and
encased in painted-on black pants that hugged every curve. The red
sleeveless top and the pants left an expanse of toned midriff bare,
and Yohji itched to touch that silky skin.
They arrived at the bar, and ordered drinks; Yohji looked at Duo and
said, "Want to dance or sit?"
Duo answered, "I want to dance," and drained his beer in one gulp.
Yohji laughed, did the same, and slid his arm around Duo's slim
waist. "Let's do it then." He led Duo to the dance floor. Bodies
writhed to the music, an unidentifiable mix of techno, trance and an
undeniable beat. Whatever it was, it gripped the two men
immediately, and they started moving. Duo looked around, glad to see
a freeform crowd that included both same-sex and mixed couples. The
only thing that mattered seemed to be the music and the dancing.
They moved together, brushing against each other more and more
often, their temperatures starting to rise.
Dancing was almost as good as sex to Duo. It was foreplay, and
sometimes it was all he got. But not tonight, he was pretty sure. It
was kind of refreshing, actually, not to have to pretend. They were
just two horny men, and that was all it had to be. Duo's job didn't
facilitate romantic involvements. But everyone needed an outlet for
Yohji's life didn't leave much room for love, either, and he wasn't
looking for it. Just stress relief, and this was working wonders.
Duo was easily the hottest person in the place, male or female, and
the two of them were attracting admiring glances from all corners.
Slowly, the two men gravitated closer, and Yohji put his hands on
Duo's hips. Duo looked up into Yohji's eyes, and very deliberately
ground against him. Yohji gasped, his half arousal firming fully,
pressing into Duo's stomach. Duo smirked, and moved so he was
straddling one of Yohji's muscular thighs, and he rocked so that the
taller man could feel he was affected similarly.
Now that they were both hard and they knew it, the dancing took on
new meaning. Yohji spun Duo around so he was pressed against his
back. He wrapped his arms around Duo and they moved as one. Duo
leaned his head back against Yohji, and he raised his arms in the
air as he moved sinuously against him. This position was making him
even hotter, and it reminded him of how long it had been since he'd
gotten laid. Luckily, it seemed as if his dry spell was about to end.
Yohji finally couldn't take it any more. He leaned down and bit
gently at Duo's ear, then said, "You wanna get out of here?"
"Fuck yeah," Duo groaned, and he reached down to take Yohji's hand
and he tugged him off of the dance floor.
Yohji led Duo out the back door into an alley. As soon as they were
clear of the door he pulled the smaller man hard against him and
captured his mouth roughly. Duo surrendered to the kiss, already
guessing how this encounter would go, and who would be on top. That
was fine. He liked to bottom, if it was to a tall, sexy man like
Yohji. He reached and wrapped his arms around Yohji's neck and
pressed the length of his body against him.
When the kiss broke, they were both panting. They looked at each
other and said at the same time, "Can we go to your place?"
Then they both laughed. Neither of them could bring someone home,
not discreetly. Duo looked around at the alley; it wasn't bad as
alleys went. "Looks like this is the place then," he grinned, and
reached out to unbuckle Yohji's belt. "Why don't you show me what
you got for me there?" He left the buckle loose and slid his hand
down over the slick bulge in Yohji's pants.
Yohji groaned and pressed against Duo's hand. He unbuttoned his
pants and unzipped them, then reached out to grab a handful of the
other man's long hair. He tugged on it, and slid his other hand over
Duo's ass. "I got what you need, baby," he purred. "Everything you
need." He let go of Duo's hair, but not his ass, and reached into a
pocket to pull out a small, travel-sized tube of lube.
Duo laughed. "Was I such a sure thing, then?" he grinned. "Or were
you just so confident in your own charms?" He wasn't insulted at
all; he was glad the other man was prepared.
Yohji shrugged self-deprecatingly. "Hope springs eternal," he said,
and pulled Duo in for another deep kiss.
Somehow they ended up against a wall, neither man caring how dirty
it was. Duo pulled back, panting, and turned in Yohji's arms to face
the wall. He slid his pants down to mid-thigh, spreading his legs
apart as far as he could. "Give it to me, Yohji, I need it so bad,"
he begged in a soft, sing-song voice that was completely unlike his
usual confident tones. He was deeply in lust. He braced his arms
against the wall and looked back over his shoulder at the taller man.
Yohji could only groan at that sight, and he wasted no time slicking
himself. "You ready for this?" he growled, hoping Duo didn't want
prep because he didn't want to wait a second more.
Duo figured he probably wasn't, but he could take it. "I'm more than
ready," he breathed, bending over to offer himself more
enticingly. "Now hurry before some pervert comes to watch." Not that
he'd care much, as long as he got to come.
With a soft chuckle, Yohji positioned himself. "They'll get an
eyeful then," he promised, and he entered Duo in one smooth
stroke. "Fuck," he groaned. Duo was tight. Perfect.
Any smart remark Duo might have made was lost in the shuddering moan
that was ripped from him as Yohji slid inside. "God," he gasped,
willing himself to stay relaxed. "Feels like you got a telephone
pole back there, baby..." He loved every excruciating inch, though.
He couldn't help it if he was a size queen.
Yohji grunted as he started to thrust, and hissed through his
teeth, "Just 'cause you're so tight, gorgeous.... You like my big
cock in you?" He thrust deep and hard, just this side of violent.
Duo loved every second, and he told the blond man that over and
over. He also begged for more, harder, faster, until they were both
gasping for sir, completely oblivious to their surroundings.
Yohji knew the end was near, so he reached down to stroke Duo's
neglected cock. That was all it took; Duo howled like a banshee and
came hard, over Yohji's fingers and the brick wall.
Yohji just hung on as Duo clenched around him, then he found his
release as well, slightly more quietly but no less intensely.
The two men stood still for a long moment, their harsh breathing the
only sound in the dark alley. Then Duo straightened up, wincing as
Yohji slid out of him, and he pulled his pants up again. "Wow," he
whispered, his voice harsh from screaming.
"Yeah," Yohji said faintly, rearranging his clothing as well. "You
ok?" he asked, slightly dazed.
Duo pushed his slightly sweaty hair out of his face, and
grinned. "Fuck yeah, I'm great. You?" He was rapidly recovering his
"I'm good," Yohji replied, understating the case quite a lot. He
offered Duo his arm. "You ready to head back?"
Duo took the proffered arm, and said, "Yeah. But I don't think I'll
be able to see an alley without getting hard, ever again."
"You and me both, baby," Yohji smiled.