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"Sacrilege"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: smut, language, sacrilege? Literal sacrilege.
Angst. I swear to fuck it wasn’t going to happen but at the end
it just APPEARED out of NOWHERE and I couldn’t… I had to.
I’m sorry. Pairings: Rx5, 1x3, 2x6 Summary: Duo had always hated Halloween parties. But maybe he had just never had the right costume before. A/N: For Ro, who wanted Zechs in lingerie. I cannot ever express my thanks to you for encouraging me and putting up with my dozens of unfinished stories and my emails at all hours about the most random shit and for your friendship. Thank you so, so much.
A/N2: un-beta’d because I finally fucking finished something and wanted to post it and also as a surprise-gift-”see I did something” for Ro.
"Sacrilege"
With his earbuds shoved painfully far into his ears and his shoulders and head hunched so far over his desk and the open Journalism Ethics textbook on his desk, Duo could almost block out the sounds and sights of Heero and Trowa doing way more than just making out on Trowa's bed on the other side of the dorm room. They had already been kicked out of Wufei and Heero's room - two days in a row of Heero and Trowa apparently being attached at the hip, mouth, hand and any number of other locations had apparently been Wufei's limit, and the two had shown up an hour ago, groping each other even as Trowa opened the door to the room, ignoring Duo completely while they stumbled through the room and onto Trowa's bed. They had stopped, once they came up for air and realized Duo was in the room, and the most bizarre and awkward conversation had followed, lasting for almost half an hour, before Duo noticed Heero's hand start to creep over Trowa's thigh. So Duo had shoved his earbuds in, cranked up his music, and turned around. There was an in-class essay-exam in his ethics class the next day - his professor believing that, as aspiring journalists, they should have to write perfectly on the fly - and Duo had the textbook open, as well as his notes, his laptop and a stack of highlighted case studies and handouts. He was in full panic mode, and the groans he heard, coupled with the flailing limbs he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, weren't helping at all. They weren't helping because it was distracting as fuck. But also, well, also they were a pretty loud reminder of the debacle on Halloween, still fresh in Duo's mind only three days later. Hell, it would probably be fresh for all eternity because what the fuck had he been thinking? He'd had an incredible, earth-shattering hand job - just a fucking hand job! - from Zechs, the Sex God, and he'd fallen to pieces and let the blond haired man hold him, and then... And then there had been a loud and rather terrifying crash from downstairs, and they had rushed down to see that some idiots were surfing down the fucking stairs and, well, that had been the end of the party. Quatre had turned from glowing, delicate and gorgeous to thunderous and terrifying in an instant, and the partygoers had melted away - or fled - before his aquamarine glare skewered them. Zechs had moved to help Quatre kick out the more drunk and disorderly miscreants, while Duo's instincts had kicked in and he had fled because what the fuck had he just done? Three days of thinking about Zechs, of that fucking hand job, of his fucking smirk, of his eyes and his satin panties and his sculpted torso and the way he had looked at Duo, the way he had touched him and held him, and it was terrifying that Duo had so quickly become so vulnerable and wanted so, so much more than that- what? Hour? It hadn't been long enough. And, at the same time, it had been way too long. Someone made a sound - Duo thought it was Trowa, but he sure as hell hoped it was Heero because Duo did not need to think about that sound in relation to his roommate - that was between a moan and a growl, and that was it for Duo. He crammed as much of his crap as he could into his backpack, grabbed his laptop, shoved his phone into his pocket and stepped back into his shoes, not even bothering to lace them. "Please don't have sex on my bed," he snarled over his shoulder as he slammed the dorm room door closed behind him and stormed out. He was out of the dorm room and halfway across campus, shivering in the chilly November night air, shoulders braced against the wind and berating himself for not grabbing a sweater or something to put on over his t-shirt, before he decided where to go. It was almost eleven, which meant the coffee shop across the street Duo favored was already closed. It also meant that the study lounge in the Mass Comm building was closed. The only place on campus that was still open was the library study lounge. Not his favorite place, considering that it was almost always packed - a hint that admin should really consider opening more than one twenty-four hour study lounge sometime this century - but it was better than hiking the half-mile to the nearest Waffle House. Especially considering Duo's t-shirt and the Waffle House's spotty internet. So, he hefted his bag, wiggled his feet around until they were in his shoes better, and resigned himself to a really shitty night. He ducked his head to avoid the wind stinging his face and glared at his sneakers as he made his way across campus, every frigid step a reminder that he was an idiot, that Heero and Trowa owed him, and that he was an idiot. By the time he made it to the library, wrenching the outer door open with enough force to combat the wind and demonstrate his frustration with the world, he was cold and cranky and not paying any attention to where he was going. No sooner had he stepped through the massive metal door before Duo collided with something equally solid. "Damnit." An avalanche of books rained down on Duo, and he dropped his laptop as he tried to protect himself from them. And then he realized, because he was an idiot and because the world fucking hated him - that the solid object he had run into wasn't just a tower of library books, but a man holding them. A familiar man. With blond hair and a sneer. And clothes, which was new. And glasses, which was also new. "Zechs?" The sneer twitched a little. "Duo." "I, uh... what are you doing here?" Zechs arched an eyebrow and cast a glance at the array of books on the floor between them. Duo flushed. Right. Of course. It was a library. "Sorry," he mumbled, and knelt down to start gathering up the books. Zechs joined him on the floor, on his knees and not even two feet away, and stop thinking about that fucking hand job. Their fingers touched as they both reached for the same book, and yep, still felt incredible just to touch Zechs's skin. Still a fucking idiot. Duo jerked his hand away and instead reached for his laptop, letting out a relieved sigh when it appeared undamaged. It looked like it had landed on top of two books. "You disappeared." Zechs was back on his feet, books stacked in front of him like armor or a weapon - maybe both - and Duo looked up at him. Huh. This was definitely a position he had been fantasizing about. Of course, in his fantasies, Zechs hadn't been wearing glasses, or a cardigan, t-shirt and jeans. Or a scowl. Duo was okay with the glasses, they were sexy as hell. But the rest, he definitely could have done without. "I... yeah. I did." Zechs arched an eyebrow, and Duo decided he should really stand up. He wasn't, after all, some supplicant kneeling at the altar of Zechs. Not yet, anyway. And probably not ever, judging by the look on Zechs's face and the chill in his words. "Why?" Zechs sounded pretty pissed, and Duo realized, as he looked him in the eye and shivered at the emotion he saw, that Zechs was hurt. Duo taking off had done more than irritate him. Well, shit. "I, uh, well... I panicked. There was a lot going on, and I, well, you know - you were fucking there. I lost my shit and I was embarrassed, and I just... took off." "Hoping to never see me again." "Yeah. No- no. I mean. Fuck. I just..." Duo ran a hand through his hair. This was not how he had wanted tonight to go. Certainly not how he needed it to go. "Look. You're hot as hell. You- you're a fucking sex god and you know it. I'm just... a fucked up idiot with a lot of studying to do, and Halloween was like... maybe the best thing that's happened to me in... a long, long fucking time, but I just- I mean, you should be fucking relieved that a fucked up idiot like me ran away instead of hanging around." Duo sucked in a deep breath. He'd said too much - definitely not a first for him - and he was pretty sure that if he looked at Zechs's face again he would see disdain and disgust. "What are you studying for?" The question caught Duo completely off-guard, and he looked up at Zechs with a frown. "What?" Zechs was doing the sneer-smirk again, and it was doing funny things to Duo's belly. "You said you had a lot of studying to do. What are you studying for?" Zechs repeated the question slowly, patiently. Duo adjusted his backpack. "Exam in my Journalism Ethics class. If it's anything like the midterm, half the class is going to end up crying and staring at their blue books for two hours while the other half tries to fight the TAs off when they collect the damn things." Zechs's lips twitched. "Which half are you?" Duo sighed and shrugged. "During the midterm, I was the second half. Tomorrow... I might be the first half. My roommate and his... I don't know, soul mate? are trying to turn our dorm room into a porn studio or something, and I just really need to study." Zechs raised an eyebrow. "And you came to the study lounge?" He looked over his shoulder, at the open door to the twenty-four hour study lounge, and Duo had to cringe. Even just standing out here, it was obvious that it was packed. Obvious that studying was not exactly a priority judging by the volume level. Duo sighed and nodded dejectedly. "Well. Good luck with that." Zechs started to walk past him, and Duo felt as if all of the wind had been knocked out of him. That's it? All that - everything on Halloween, and now Duo making an ass of himself again, and all Zechs can say is 'Good luck with that'? "Unless." Duo turned around to see Zechs propping the library door open, a speculative look on his face. "Unless?" Duo echoed stupidly. "Unless you want to take me up on the offer I made on Halloween." Duo frowned. What the hell was he- Oh. Right. Zechs had offered to take Duo home. It had been the first thing Zechs had even said to Duo, after presumably listening to him talk to himself like a psychopath for who the fuck knew how long. "I... seriously?" Zechs shrugged one shoulder. "I can guarantee my apartment is more quiet than that hellhole," he nodded towards the study lounge. "And, if you want, I can promise not to try to turn it into a porn studio." Duo felt his face turn red. Zechs clearly loved turning Duo's own words around on him. Of course, before, Duo had been complaining about Trowa and Heero. Now, though... Now, all Duo could think about was giving Zechs a blowjob while the blond haired man filmed it. Get a fucking grip, Maxwell. He cleared his throat and forced himself to think of the time he had accidentally walked in on Sister Helen in the bathroom at the church as a kid. "You really don't mind?" Zechs arched an eyebrow and sneered again. "I rarely do things I don't want to do, Duo. If I minded, I wouldn't have offered in the first place. Or the second place." Duo found that very easy to believe. "Okay. I guess... yeah?" Zechs smirked a little, his expression brightening so much that Duo was reminded of Halloween, and his brain started going down dark and dirty paths all over again. And then Zechs frowned. "You don't have a jacket?" "No. I was kinda in a hurry to get out- What are you doing?" Zechs set his stack of books down and started to unbutton his cardigan. Duo watched, completely unable to look away from the play of Zechs's muscles as he pulled off the sweater and revealed his lean arms in just a long-sleeved t-shirt. "Here." Zechs held out the cardigan and Duo just stared at it. "It's cold outside." Zechs sounded impatient. "I know?" "It's about a ten minute walk to my apartment." "Oh." Duo frowned. "Won't you be cold?" "I'll be fine. Take my sweater." Duo shrugged. "I'll be fine too. Keep it." Zechs's eyes narrowed. "Take the sweater. I don't want to listen to you complain about being cold for ten minutes when you could just put it on now and save me the irritation." Duo felt his hackles rise at the words. "Keep the sweater. I don't want to have to listen to you tell me what a hero you are for sacrificing your sweater just so I can be warm for ten minutes." Zechs glared, and Duo was pretty sure the invitation to come over and study was about to be revoked. "Fine." Zechs draped the sweater over his arm and picked the books back up. Apparently 'fine' meant they would both be fucking cold. "Fine," Duo agreed. Zechs nudged the door open with his ass, and held it open for Duo. Duo wanted to roll his eyes, but he forced down his innate defiance and instead walked back out into the cold night air. -o- As it turned out, the ten minute walk was spent in silence. With each step, Duo waited for Zechs to tell him to forget it and just fuck off. But he didn't. When Zechs veered towards an old brick warehouse, Duo had to hesitate. "Are you about to murder me?" he asked, when Zechs looked over his shoulder and saw that Duo had come to a stop. "No. The hypothermia will probably finish you off, in any case." Duo glared at him, but Zechs just smirked. "You, uh, live in a warehouse?" Zechs frowned, looked at the warehouse, and then back at Duo. He chuckled. "It's been renovated - used to be a textile factory, and now it's just a bunch of studio apartments." "Oh." Duo felt like an idiot, nothing new there, and cautiously followed Zechs inside the warehouse. It was warm, and it was bright. And, just as Zechs had said, had clearly been renovated. Duo followed Zechs up two flights of stairs and down a short hallway before Zechs came to a stop beside a door. Zechs wedged his books between his hip and the door jamb, and fished in his back pocket for his keys. Duo watched, biting back the urge to offer to do it for Zechs. The other man finally retrieved them and unlocked the door. He let it swing open and then stepped inside. Duo paused, wondering if, all jokes about murder and death aside, this was still a really bad idea. But then Zechs flicked on a light and called out to him. "Lock the door behind you. There's a guy two apartments down who gets drunk and thinks he lives here." "Great neighbors," Duo muttered, but he stepped into the apartment and closed and locked the door behind him before looking around. It was bigger than Duo's dorm room, but it wasn't huge. The concrete floors, brick walls and huge windows were about the only thing that resembled a warehouse. The open kitchen looked well-equipped, and the furniture - from the bed that dominated one wall to the 1950s style metal and vinyl kitchen table and chairs to the desk, chair and computer against another wall - all looked modern and expensive. Duo arched an eyebrow at Zechs. "How much are the graduate stipends worth? I have got to get myself one." Zechs chuckled, and set his books down on the floor beside his desk. Duo watched him stretch and flex his arms and realized the books must be heavy as hell. He also realized that he had a free hand and definitely could have volunteered to help Zechs carry them. "The stipends are pathetically small," Zechs assured him. Duo nodded and looked around again. That meant Zechs was rich. Rich and sexy and why was he wasting time with Duo? "Can I get you anything to drink?" Zechs moved into the kitchen. "No, I'm okay. Thanks. I- thanks for inviting me over." Zechs pulled out a beer from the fridge and twisted off the cap. He smirked at Duo again. "My pleasure." The look he sent Duo's way was pure heat, and Duo shivered. Fuck me. Seriously. Please. Fuck me. Zechs nodded towards the laptop in Duo's hands. "You can use the kitchen table to set up your computer, if you want." "Oh. Right. Thanks." Because he was here to study. And not study every inch of Zechs's naked body, but to study for his Ethics exam. Focus, Maxwell. Duo sat down at the kitchen table and started to unpack his things. To his surprise, Zechs sat down across from him, snagging Duo's textbook and flipping through it. Duo was a little mesmerized by Zechs's fingers, remembering how they felt, wondering just how talented they really were. "Anything I can do to help you study?" Since turn into an ogre and stop reminding me that you're a Sex God wasn't really something Duo could say aloud, he just shrugged his shoulders. "No, I need to review the case studies." Duo sighed. "He usually makes up some bogus scenarios and then has us explain why the situation is total bullshit, and we have to reference as many case studies as possible and then give an example of what would make the case actually useful." Zechs's lips twitched. "Your favorite class, I'm guessing?" Duo shrugged again. "It's okay. I dunno. I like it. But it's just... It's a little frustrating reading about these assholes who are involved in some seriously fucked up shit play the fucking victim because they decide to come clean and like... What? I'm supposed to feel bad that they've got their millions of dollars of blood money to fall back on but because they ratted out their bosses now they won't make enough to buy a private island?" Duo shook his head. "Or you get the shit about journalists not following through on background, and it's just... It's all frustrating sometimes. There's just a lot of bullshit." "Why do you want to major in it, then?" Duo sighed. "Because... because it matters. Despite all of the bullshit. No, because of all the bullshit. It's like... did you ever read The Jungle?" Zechs frowned. "Upton Sinclair?" Duo nodded. "Yeah. I read it in middle school - I used to live in the public library, and one of the librarians got frustrated when I kept asking her for more action hero books and told me to read it. She was just messing with me - or maybe she wasn't. I dunno. But it... I mean, he changed America with that. He saved lives, he brought an entire industry to its knees, and I just... Knowledge is power, you know?" Zechs had a strange, soft expression in his eyes that made Duo squirm. "Alright," Zechs said, and took a long sip of his beer. He flipped the book open to a random page. "Tell me about Timothy McVeigh's confession." Duo lifted his eyebrows. "You... really want to help me study?" Zechs gave him a patronizing look. "We've been over this," he said. "If I didn't want to help, I wouldn't." "Right. Right. Sorry. I just- Nevermind. Timothy McVeigh." -o- It was after two when Zechs flipped back to the front index and smirked. "That's all of them." "What, seriously?" Duo grabbed the book back and looked at the table of contents himself. It felt like there were hundreds of cases in there - thousands, even. But Zechs was right. Duo had described all thirty-odd case studies. "I thought I'd be going over these until my eyeballs bled," he mumbled. In reality, he hadn't even needed to consult his notes - hadn't even cracked his laptop open. Instead, he'd been able to tell Zechs about every single case, giving him enough snarky details to make Zechs smirk or sneer, even chuckle a few times. And, on top of that, Duo felt... good. He felt confident. He knew this. He wasn't going to be left staring blankly at the blue book and crying tomorrow. Zechs arched an eyebrow. "Did you want to go over them again?" He was on his second beer, and at some point had grabbed a bag of pretzels and waved them in front of Duo's face until he took a handful just to appease him and angrily munched on them. "No," Duo said after a moment's hesitation. "I actually feel really good about it. I think... this really helped. I appreciate it." Zechs finished off his beer and rose from the table. Duo watched him cross to the other side of the kitchen and toss the beer into a recycling bin. "Like I said before, my pleasure." Pleasure. The way Zechs said the word made it perfectly clear that Zechs was in no way referring to a joy for studying. Duo swallowed hard, and he felt his palms tingle. Before he could say or do anything, however, a yawn caught him completely off-guard. It was the jaw-splitting, ear-popping kind, and Duo blushed when he saw how amused Zechs was by the performance. "I, um...." Zechs smirked. "Three in the morning isn't usually when I do my best work," he said with a shrug. "Maybe we can turn my apartment into your porn studio another time." Duo flushed even more. Zechs seemed to have an uncanny skill in making Duo turn red. He decided, all in all, that discretion was the better part of valor - or whatever - and he started to gather up his notes and books. Zechs frowned. "What are you doing?" "Um... packing up my stuff?" "Stay the night." It was Duo's turn to frown. "But you just said-" "I'm perfectly capable of sharing a bed with you even if I don't fuck you every way I've dreamed about doing first." That had Duo blushing yet again. It was good to know he wasn't the only one who had been dreaming about it. "Every way?" he repeated, unable to stop himself. "Just how many ways are we talking about?" Zechs smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "That depends," he drawled. "Are we limiting the discussion to the ways I want to fuck you in my bed, or in general?" Duo's mouth went dry. Despite the fact that it was three in the morning, despite the fact that he was fucking exhausted, if Zechs suggested going even one round right now, Duo would happily comply. Before he could even think of begging to try out at least one way, Duo yawned again. Zechs chuckled and walked over to him. He took Duo's hand and tugged him close. "Spend the night with me." It was almost not a command. "Only if you let me buy you coffee in the morning." Zechs's lips twitched, but he reached out and tucked a strand of Duo's hair behind his ear. "Fine. But you have to give me your phone number. In case you decide to run away again." "Fine," Duo agreed with a roll of his eyes. -o- End note: As requested by Downwardspiral, there WILL be another part of this - but from Zechs's POV. So... stay tuned I guess.
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