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"Catch Me"Written By: ELLE Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing (unfortunately) and they were used without permission, but all the words are my own. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, m/m sexual situations, cursing,
a wee bit of violence? Nothing too bad though, really. Pairings: 2x3 Summary: "I let you catch me – didn't I?" Duo baited, tilting his face up a little, pouting out his lower lip a little, trying to play at being a 'good boy' even though he knew nothing of the term. But he knew how Trowa liked that – liked to think there could be something good there, hidden and shoved away under layers of danger and a lifetime of bad decisions. Notes: I'm just going to say, this is probably
the most difficult pairing for me to write. ^^;; But it is one of
Miss M's favorites and this is in honor of her birthday so with the
fact that so very little of it exists, I have made the grand attempt.
;-P I hope I have done them some justice, though I know she can write
them better. Un-beta'ed and hastily edited – all mistakes
are my own!
"Catch Me " Wind whipped the hair back from his face, making his
eyes water, but Trowa kept the black motorbike in front of him in
the blur of his sight, ridiculous braid lashing out behind the driver
like a flag. He cursed under his breath as he shifted his own motorcycle
under his body weight, very aware of the danger of the speed in these
slick and narrow alleyways rarely traversed by more than pedestrians
and mopeds. It was impossible that Duo had an endgame that didn't
involve him smashed into a fucking brick wall – they were headed
deeper into the city and there was no escape. Sure Duo was an inventive
little shit but still Trowa couldn't figure it. It was the end of
the line for him now – there was no escape. Trowa felt something in his gut clench as he watched
Duo's tires falter, balance unsteady, and he nearly went down as he
took a corner too hard through residual water pooled on cobblestone
from the earlier downpour. But it required him to slow down and Trowa
calculated for the mistake Duo had made, taking the turn wide around
the puddle. Duo tried to make up speed down the long, dark corridor
but Trowa was already close, closer than he had been and then – Then Duo was inexplicably slowing down. Inexplicable
until Trowa glanced up as he slowed in unison, seeing the barred chain
link fence ahead, stopping would-be trespassers from entering the
government complex on the other side. Which perplexed Trowa further
because everyone knew the location of the compound and Duo surely
could've accounted for the gate. Unless... Duo slid to a stop on the bike, letting it crash uselessly
to the ground and continue its slide into the brick face of the building
to their left, the metallic clash grating Trowa's nerves and he ground
his teeth as he came to a more modest stop, staring up at his foe
from the seat of his motorcycle. Ask it took was the cocky grin Duo
employed, fists on hips, one eye closing in a wink and Trowa knew.
He fucking let him win. Part of his mind processed that he ought to proceed
with caution – that Duo was never so straight forward as this
and obviously had to have some kind of escape plan. But the rest of
his blood was boiling with anger, with lust, with frustration –
a million emotions he couldn't process and before he knew what he
was doing he was stepping off his motorcycle, fingering the handcuffs
at his belt with one hand, the other on his gun, and approaching Duo
with the ferocity of the storm continuing to thicken overhead. "Got me, eh?" Duo teased with that same damn
smile he always wore and Trowa pulled his gun, feeling a sense of
satisfaction when Duo's smirk faltered for a moment. He pressed the
barrel of the gun into Duo's chest, forcing him back hard into the
fencing, wide eyes staring out at him from that pretty face with a
little surprise but a lot more self-assured arrogance. "Do you realize what you did?" Trowa hissed
through clenched teeth as he jabbed the gun painfully hard into Duo's
chest, knowing the question as a stupid one. Duo might've been a lot
of things – egotisitcal, cock-sure, cunning, mischevious, slutty,
and yeah he was a thief – but he sure as shit wasn't stupid.
He knew the ramifications of the virus he planted, the impending stock
crash and backlash tomorrow morning when it was discovered that Odin
Technologies had been supplying weapons to the Iranians during tentative
negotiations. While Trowa couldn't figure how Duo benefited from that
directly, it was definitely the worst crime Duo had perpetrated to
date. Duo just laughed, rough and deep, not breaking eye contact,
deep blue shining at him as if he just told the world's funniest joke.
He fingered the barrel of the gun, stroking his index finger down
it and Trowa felt his anger peak, threatening to undo him, his control
faltering. It was never supposed to be like this between them.
Trowa didn't even know how it happened, really, as the first time
he saw him Duo was just a scraggly piece of shit punk, not quite eighteen
even, drug into the station in cuffs, a torn leather jacket, and dirty
jeans but that same defiant look in his eyes and Trowa really hadn't
expected anything when he was assigned to him. A repeat offender of
minimal crimes that could never truly be pinned on him – carjackings,
a few thefts, nothing major. But there was something in his eyes,
fucking footsie under the interrogation table, Trowa shooting back
away from the table with the clatter of chair legs on tile flooring,
Duo's laughter ringing through the room. And one day after months
of Duo treating the precinct like a revolving door, his tongue licking
his lips, his fingers brushing skin, looks given that left nothing
to the imagination and Trowa hit the cameras. It devolved from there,
Duo seeming to instinctively know each one of his little kinks and
he was helpless – knew he was being used but he couldn't fight
it. "I let you catch me – didn't I?" Duo
baited, tilting his face up a little, pouting out his lower lip a
little, trying to play at being a 'good boy' even though he knew nothing
of the term. But he knew how Trowa liked that – liked to think
there could be something good there, hidden and shoved away under
layers of danger and a lifetime of bad decisions. "First mistake," Trowa muttered as he leaned
in and kissed him hard, lowering his gun in favor of handcuffing their
wrists together in two fluid motions. He knew from personal experience
how Duo gave no shits about handcuffs and would run regardless and
he couldn't risk that now. Not with this crime. Not with actual evidence
against him this time. "Aww fuck man," he complained, jerking at
the chain as the kiss fell apart when he heard the click of the locking
mechanism. "Really?" "Not this time." There was no sympathy in
his tone and Duo whined, a pathetic little sound from the back of
his throat that made Trowa's gut twist. It was that same thing it
always was, that want to see the good in everyone, that stupid fucking
optimism. There was nothing good about Duo Maxwell. But that stupid
fucking pout, those stupid fucking eyes, making him seem helpless,
making him seem innocent despite single-handedly taking down a multi-billion
dollar corporation and possibly initiating a goddamned war. Trowa put his gun away, trying to avoid those eyes boring
into his, but Duo jerked their shackles hard, cool metal cutting into
the flesh of Trowa's wrist and he looked back over at him. His bangs
stuck to his face with the damp humidity, the light failing, making
his pale skin stand out in stark contrast to his entirely black attire
and really, he was beautiful, Trowa thought. Thought about what it
would be like if things were different, if he'd met him at a coffee
shop, a bookstore, if he were in college like he ought to be and not
committing felonies but then he supposed it wouldn't be the same.
Duo wouldn't look right in cleanly washed khakis and polos with the
collars tilted up. He wouldn't have his soul. And really it was only just in a single second that
he thought all of that before Duo was kissing him with a sense of
urgency that took Trowa's breath away so that he was panting into
the kiss, relishing in the feel of Duo's lips against his own, Duo's
tongue running thick against his bottom lip, teeth nipping it roughly
because Trowa knew – this would be the last time. His back up
would catch up, the FBI too would track them here and Duo would be
thrown into the back of a police car the way he had so many times
before but this time would be different. This time would be forever. "Isn't this inappropriate, officer?" Duo whispered,
each word emphasized like something out of a porno and Trowa moaned,
too fucking hard despite himself with Duo handcuffed to him, pressed
into a metal fence, kissing him with reckless abandon, whispering
those words... Fuck but the whole scenario was a fucking porno. Trowa felt Duo's thigh slide between his legs and he
allowed it as Duo reconnected their lips, free hand coming up to brush
the hair back over his face, tousled and wind-ruined but the feeling
of Duo's fingers made Trowa sigh into his body. He melted into Duo,
weight sagging against him bonelessly, fencing rattling under their
combined weight as Duo ground against him, shameless. He felt Duo's
fingers at his zipper, sneaking into his pants to pull him out into
the cold air and Trowa shivered, trying to fall into the warmth of
Duo's mouth. But then Duo was removing his mouth, sliding down his
body and onto his knees on the damp stone below. Duo's hand gripped
Trowa's wrist as he tried to touch his face, holding it still, the
cuffs biting into his skin again and instead his free hand tangled
in the chain link, steadying himself as Duo's tongue darted out to
tease that sensitive spot right under his head Duo knew would make
his hips twitch. He moaned, soft and low, as Duo swallowed him, two fingers
of his free hand wrapped around his base, helping him along. His pace
was fast, knowing they didn't have much time, and Trowa watched through
half-moon eyes, enraptured as his dick slid between full lips, the
warm wet sensation of his mouth and tongue, the suction, the situation
so incredibly erotic he found himself panting once more, fingers twisting
the chain link so hard the cool metal hurt. Then Duo groaned, the vibration deep in his throat combined
with a roll of his tongue causing Trowa to slam his eyes shut, rest
his forehead against the fencing, sparks and Duo's smirk swirling
behind his eyelids. "Fuck," he ground out through grit teeth,
his other hand reaching for the fence, knees weak as he felt the tell-tale
heat coil in his groin, the flutter in his stomach, and he didn't
have to warn Duo – Duo knew. Duo knew and swallowed with his
dick in the back of his throat, increased the tension, the speed for
just a minute and that was all it took for Trowa to fall over the
edge, hips jerking forward into Duo's willing mouth, his name exhaled
quietly into the night. Part of him wished it hadn't ended as this was it. Trowa
could hear the sirens in the distance, pinpointing their location,
and he didn't have time to do anything more than stare down in pity
at that face grinning up at him, licking his lips. But Duo was sliding
up his body, kissing him again, and it felt like it was okay, just
for a minute, and he wouldn't have to think about never seeing him
again on the free side of metal bars. "Don't feel bad," Duo murmured, hands on his
neck, in his hair, Trowa leaning into that touch, believing him for
a moment that it was okay, that he wasn't angry or upset with him.
It was just his job, it was just the situation – it wasn't what
he wanted. Duo's mouth trailed to his ear, his nose nuzzling it
just a moment before he whispered over the growing sound of sirens,
"Ain't nobody gonna ever catch me." Trowa snorted and drew back, wanting to look Duo in
the eyes at that preposterous statement to see if he really believed
it but Duo was just grinning again. And he removed his hands from
Trowa's neck at the same moment Trowa realized the issue in that,
that his own hand was now cuffed to the fencing and anger swept through
him, eyes narrowing on the conman between his arms but Duo was just
chuckling. He kissed him again, briefly, just a fleeting touch
of lips Trowa couldn't deny no matter his ire at being played so cheaply
and Duo winked, ran a thumb across his cheek. "Not even you," Duo stated, self-assured and
sinful and just like that he was gone and shimmying up the fire escape. Trowa cursed and rattled the fencing, watching Duo as
his fingers found purchase in the grouting between bricks to climb
the last few feet to the top of the building and he wasn't angry anymore.
Yeah, he was going to be reprimanded, as this was damn embarrassing
really, and fuck, maybe even fired. Suspended, at the very least.
But although the sirens were nearly on him now, alternating lights
visible down the long alleyway, throwing weird shadows across brick
– the only thing he felt as he watched Duo's braid slip away
over the top of the building was relief. He heard the shouts of his team muffled through the
pounding of rain against stone as the sky opened up once again. Trowa
turned, squinting against the lights, instantly soaked in freezing
rain, hair in his face, making him and despite everything – even
knowing he was probably never going to see Duo Maxwell again –
he couldn't help but smile.
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