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"Convincing Heero"Written By: Hemlock Inyx Disclaimer: This chick does not own any of the
Gundam Wing characters because they belong to Bandai and Sunrise.
I am borrowing them for this fict and will return them
in good (if somewhat sticky) condition. I also don't own Nora Robert's
Convincing Alex, on which this fict is heavily based (well more like
a fusion/translation). This fict is written out of love and not for
profit, don't sue. Thanks and enjoy! Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU Romance/Cop Drama, Cross-dressing/drag,
humor, romance, some OOC-ness, language, and murder- not main characters.
Pairings: 1x2, 4xC for added interest. More pairings
to come. Summary: Heero is a cop, Duo is a cross-dressing man who writes for a daytime soap opera. The pair meet when Duo is arrested doing 'research' for the soapie.
" Convincing Heero"
Duo was bent over the keys, rapping out a machine-gun fire of words onto the monitor. His fingers moved like lightning, but his eyes were far away. In Millbrook, Heero thought, smiling to himself. Duo had his legs crossed under him, up on the chair. The way his shoulders were hunched, Heero imagined Duo’s muscles would complain loudly the moment he came back to earth. He was wearing a skirt again, a little leather number in bold blue that was hiked high up on his thighs. The hot pink blouse he’d tucked into it should have clashed, but it didn’t. The blouse looked like silk and was carelessly shoved up to his elbows. A half-dozen gold bracelets clanged at Duo’s wrist as he worked. Rings flashed on his fingers, and the big gypsy hoops he wore at his ears were caught in the loose tendrils of chestnut hair that had escaped from Duo’s braid. Heero’s heart ached with love for Duo. And his groin… Heero let out a little breath. He wanted, quite simply, to devour Duo. Inch by delicious inch. What the hell was he going to do, Heero wondered, when Duo tried to slither out of his life? Heero was sure Duo would, as he’d done with others before. Heero could lock him up, carry him off. He could beg or threaten. Heero already knew he would do whatever he had to in order to keep Duo in his life. What had ever made him think he would one day find some nice, pretty woman with simple tastes and a quiet style? Someone who would be content to sit at home while he worked his crazy hours? With Duo, nothing was simple, nothing was quiet. He would never be content to sit at home but would badger him incessantly, picking at him until he gave in and talked about the darker aspects of his work, those pieces of his life what Heero wanted to keep locked away from everyone who mattered. Being in love with Duo left Heero helpless, made him stupid, brought him a kind of fear he’d never faced as a cop. Not fear for his life. Fear for his heart. Heero could only take his own advice and leave things as they were. Handle each day until Duo was so used to him he’d want to stay. As Heero watched, Duo stopped typing, lifted a hand to his neck for a quick, impatient rub. His skirt hiked higher as he shifted. It took all of Heero’s control not to lick his lips. Duo punched a few buttons; a moment later the printer beside him began to hum. With a smile on his face and lust in his heart, Heero closed the door quietly behind him. Locked it. Duo jumped like a rabbit when Heero’s hands came down on his shoulders. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to sit in a chair, Duo?” “Hee-ro.” Duo pressed a hand to his galloping heart. “You scared me—Oh…” Duo’s sigh was long and heart-felt as Heero massaged away the aches. “That’s wonderful.” “You’re going to do permanent damage if you keep sitting like that all day.” “I was planning on soaking in a hot tub for two or three days.” Duo leaned into Heero’s hands. “Where’s Hilde?” “She wasn’t feeling too terrific.” As the printer continued to rattle, Duo closed his eyes. “I told her I was leaving, too. Then I snuck back. I wanted to make a few changes for tomorrow.” Duo brought his hand up to cover one of Heero’s, skimming his fingers over it to the wrist. “You said you might have to work late.” “Lead fizzled. We’ll work on tracing the heart necklace down, but that’s better during business hours.” “Trace it down?” “Hit the jewelers,” Heero explained, “see if we can track down to where it was brought. Long shot, but…” “Do you think the heart has personal meaning for him?” “Like some woman broke his heart, so he gives them a symbol of it before he whacks them?” Heero gave a little grunt as he continued to knead Duo’s muscles. “It’s a little too obvious to dismiss. Psychiatric profile figures him as sexually inadequate on a normal level, so he pays for women to perform. He wants them and detests himself for that, as much as he detests them for being available. The fact that he goes though a short courtship routine shows that…” Heero broke as Duo reached for a pad. “Hold on, Maxwell.” Heero gave Duo’s shoulders a hard squeeze. “I don’t know how you do it. One minute I’m thinking about getting you out of these clothes and the next you’ve got me talking about a case.” Heero pressed a kiss to the top of Duo’s head. “No notes.” Duo’s fingers retreated from the pad, but with obvious reluctance. “I like hearing you talk about your work. I want you to be able to talk to me about anything.” “Apparently I can. Even the stuff I don’t want you to hear. I’ve got a problem with you, Duo. You won’t let me tuck you into the nice safe corner where I want you to be.” “You only think that’s where you want me to be.” Smiling, Duo tugged Heero’s hand around so he could kiss it. “You like me right where I am.” Turning Heero’s hand over, Duo pressed his lips to the palm. “I’m going to stay there.” Duo felt Heero’s fingers tense, then relax slowly as he spread them over his cheek. “I was watching you while you worked.” A rippling thrill raced through Duo as the words and at the shimmer of desire he heard in them. “Were you?” “And thinking.” Heero’s hands slid down over Duo’s chest, finding his nipples, thumbs flicking out to tease them. “Fantasizing.” Duo’s head fell back against the chair. His breathing quickened. “About?” “The things I’d like to do with you.” Through layers of silk, Heero caught Duo’s nipples, tugging gently. “To you.” When Duo tried to shift in the chair to face Heero, he increased the pressure, held Duo still. Duo’s dazzled eyes focused on the monitor. Duo could still see the ghost of himself there, and Heero’s hands moving. Sliding. Stroking. Impossibly erotic to see, and to feel. Dry-mouthed, Duo watched Heero’s fingers undo the buttons of his blouse and saw the dark shadow of Heero’s hair as he pressed a hot mouth to Duo’s throat. Duo lifted a hand, hooked it around Heero’s neck as he tilted his head back to offer more. “I can shut down in thirty seconds.” Heero bit Duo lightly, just above the collarbone. “I’m not going to give you a chance to shut down.” Duo laughed shakily, even as he lifted his other arm to capture Heero in a reverse embrace. “I meant the computer.” Heero would have laughed himself, but he’d stopped breathing. “I know what you meant.” “But I--” Heero slipped a hand under Duo’s skirt, and it was so sudden, so searing. Before Duo could gasp out in shock, Heero was ruthlessly stroking him towards completion. “I watched you.” Each word burned in Heero’s throat as Duo came in his hand. “I wanted you.” Half demented, Heero continued his assault, pressing his face into Duo’s neck as their bodies shuddered, and shuddered. “Do you remember the first time I found you in here?” “What?” Duo couldn’t remember his own name. There was only this need Heero was ruthlessly building inside of him. “Heero, please. Come home with me. I need--” This time Duo cried out as Heero’s fingers reached lower and sought entrance. “I wanted you then.” In one violent move, Heero spun Duo’s chair around and dragged him off it to his feet. Duo’s already weakened system went limp at what he read in Heero’s face. “Let me show you exactly what I wanted.” This wasn’t the smooth and patient lover of the night before. This man with the fierce eyes and bruising hand wouldn’t cuddle him and whisper exotic endearments. This was the warrior Duo had only glimpsed. Heero would plunder. Whether or not Duo was ready, Heero was showing him that dark, reckless side of himself that he kept so tightly controlled. In the moment when Heero stared at him, the look in his eyes hot and concentrated, Duo understood that excitement took a twist into the primitive when it carried a touch of fear. Heero fisted a hand in Duo’s hair and yanked him back against him. Heero’s body was like rock, vibrating from deep within, as if from an erupting volcano. For that moment, there was only the strength and fury of the inevitable. Heero’s mouth burned over Duo’s, his tongue diving deep, while his free hand tugged the snap of Duo’s skirt free. Heero wanted Duo’s flesh, craved it. That heated silk over steel, those alluring curves and taut muscles. Time and place had lost all impact. There was only here. Only now. Only Duo. Shivery fingers of fear ran up Duo’s spine. He hadn’t known what it was to be wanted in this way. It was so huge, so violent, so glorious. Before, Heero had given him more than Duo had ever dreamed of. Now, Heero seemed compelled to give him more than he had ever dared dream. Beside them, the printer stopped its practical clatter and dropped into a hum. The low, waiting sound was drowned out by the thundering of Duo’s heart. The bright working lights overhead seemed to dim as Heero took Duo’s hips and pressed himself hard against him. “You make a war inside me,” Heero muttered as his teeth scrapped roughly down Duo’s throat. “There’s no end to it. No peace from it. Say my name. I want to hear you say my name.” “Hee-ro.” When Heero’s lips crushed down on Duo’s again, Heero felt Duo breathe it, warm, into his mouth. "Take me. Now.” The wild need slammed into Duo so that his mouth became turbulent, his hands as frantic. Dozens of tiny explosions burst inside of his body, merging into one huge tumult of sensation that battered, bruised and bewitched. Duo was all but sobbing with it as he tugged and pulled at Heero’s clothes. Duo was quivering for Heero. He couldn’t stop. The power and pressure growing inside Duo was all but unbearable. And the heat, the furnace blast of heat, had Duo’s skin slicked and his head spinning. Glorying in it, Duo brought his mouth to Heero’s bare shoulder, savoring the taste of flesh. Heero’s busy hands had Duo bearing down with teeth and nails. Heero’s breath hissed in Duo’s ear as he reached down to curl impatient fingers around him. Confused and tangled phrases whirled in Heero’s mind. He heard them burst from his lips to hang on the thick air as he fought to catch his breath. On an oath, Heero gripped Duo’s shoulders and hauled him back. Duo’s face was flushed, his eyes were glowing. Heero had marked that ivory skin. He could see where his fingers had pressed, where his roughened cheeks has scraped. But the part of Heero that would have been shocked by his lack of care was far overshadowed by a dark and desperate desire to conquer, to consume. To mate. Heero saw them now as brands, signs that made Duo his. Only his. With a jerk of his head, Heero tossed his hair back. The way it swayed and settled had new emotion burning Duo’s throat. Naked, muscles bunched as if to fight, Heero looked so magnificent he dazzled Duo’s eyes. Then Heero looked at him, and the smile that had nearly form on Duo’s face froze into wonder. “No one makes you feel like this but me.” Heero’s accent had thickened, and the sound of it send chills along Duo’s heated skin. Duo could only shake his head. “No one touches you like me.” Heero took his hands from Duo’s shoulders and gripped the bodice of his chemise. “No one has you, ever again, but me.” “Hee-ro—.” But Heero shook his head. He could feel Duo’s heart pounding under his hands, and his own chest was heaving. “Understand me. You’re mine now.” Duo’s eyes widened with shock as Heero jerked his hands and ripped the chemise in half. “All of you.” Heero pushed Duo back against the table, watching the play of stunned excitement over his face. Yes, Heero wanted to excite Duo. And shock him. Stagger him. Heero’s fingers dug into Duo as he lifted him. Heero was braced, straining like a stallion at the bit. “Hold on to me,” Heero demanded, but Duo’s fluttering hands slid off his sweat-slick arms. Heero’s breath heaved out, his fingers pulling out of Duo’s tight flesh. “Hold!” Duo met Heero’s eyes then, and felt that wild whip of power. Drunk on it, Duo gripped Heero’s hair and wrapped his legs around him. When Heero plunged inside him, Duo’s body arched back, absorbing that first rocketing flash of heat. It was like being consumed from the inside out. Duo felt the cool surface of the table against his back first, then Heero’s weight on top of him. Greedy for more, Duo tightened around Heero, matching Heero’s fast, frantic rhythm, dragging his mouth down to his so that they could echo the intimacy with their tongues. Heero lost himself. There was only Duo now, and the need to possess him. The desperate craving to be possessed by him. Images reeled through Heero’s brain, all dark and sharp-edged, until he thought he would go mad. And went mad. In a frenzy of movement, Heero dragged Duo farther onto the table, crushing papers, knocking aside empty cups, scattering pencils. Heero couldn’t take his eyes from Duo’s face, the way his eyes clouded, like fog over water, the way his lips trembled with each gasping breath. There was a bloom on Duo’s skin now, a rose under glass. Heero was hammering himself into Duo, empowered by a rabid fury of emotion that had its razor-tipped fingers around Heero’s throat. Too much, Duo though frantically. Yet never enough. The harsh overhead lights fractured into rainbows that blinded Duo’s eyes. They seemed to arch around his head, but Duo didn’t think of angels. Heero’s eyes were so dark, so fiercely focused. Even as Duo’s own eyes grew leaden, Duo refused to close them. Oh, to watch Heero wanting him, taking him. Duo couldn’t understand that words Heero murmured, over and over again. But Duo understood what was in those eyes. They were tearing each other apart, and they couldn’t stop. The animal had taken over, and it had diamond-sharp claws and jagged teeth. There was nothing left but the sound of their mixed labored breathing, the solid slap of flesh against flesh, and the heady scent of hot, desperate sex. Duo felt Heero’s body go rigid, felt the rippling muscles in the arms he gripped turn to stone. Heero groaned out Duo’s name as his eyes sharpened like daggers. When Heero poured himself into Duo, Duo cried out in triumph, then once again in wonder as Heero’s sudden, firm grip on his arousal drove him over that crumbling edge. The strength that had screamed though Heero switched off like a light, and he collapsed, panting, his full weight on Duo. Fighting for breath, Heero wallowed in Duo’s hair, drawing in the scent of it and the fragrance they’d made together. Heero couldn’t find his center, the focus that was so vital for survival. Heero no longer had one without Duo. God, Heero could feel Duo vibrating beneath him, shuddering from the aftershocks. And there were tears mixed with the dew of sweat on Duo’s face. With breath still burning in his lungs, Heero levered himself on his elbows and shook his head to try to clear it. At the movement, Duo made a small, whimpering sound in his throat that both aroused and dismayed. Trying to find the gentleness that had always been so easy for him, Heero shifted their positions and began to stroke Duo’s hair, his shoulders, his back. Murmuring apologies, Heero cradled Duo like a child. “Koi, I’m sorry. I hurt you. I must have hurt you. Don’t cry.” “I’m not crying.” But, of course, Duo was. Heero could feel the tears fall even as Duo ran kisses over his face and throat. “Just tell me you love me. Please tell me you love me.” “I love you. Shh.” Heero covered Duo’s mouth tenderly with his. “You know I love you.” “I love you.” Duo pressed those wet, shaky kisses to Heero’s cheeks, to his jaw. “You have to believe that I love you.” A hot fist clenched in Heero’s gut, but he kept his hands gentle. “Just let me hold you.” Tearing up again, Duo pressed his face to Heero’s shoulder. “Even now you don’t believe me. Heero, what more can I do?” “I believe you.” But they both knew Heero said it only to comfort. “You belong to me. I believe that.” “You’re everything I want.” Duo relaxed against Heero, satisfied that he would take that much. “No more tears?” “No.” Heero tilted Duo’s chin up to search his face. “How badly did I hurt you?” “I don’t think the results will be in for days.” Duo smiled a little. “How badly did I hurt you?” Heero’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not…upset?” Duo’s smile widened. “About what?” “I was an animal.” With a hand that had yet to steady, Heero brushed Duo’s tumbled hair out of his face. “I took you on a table like a lunatic.” “I know.” After a long, satisfied sigh, Duo slid his body lazily over Heero’s. “It was wonderful.” “Yes?” Guilt began to turn to pride. “You like it?” After being so thoroughly ravished, it wasn’t difficult to stroke Heero’s ego. “It was like being dragged off by some barbarian. I couldn’t even understand what you were saying. It was exciting.” Duo kissed Heero’s cheek. “Frightening.” Then kissed the other cheek. “It was also the most erotic experience of my life.” “You were crying.” “Hee-ro.” Duo touched a hand to Heero’s face. “You didn’t just overpower me. You overwhelmed me. No one’s ever made me feel more wanted. More irresistible.” “I can’t resist you, but I’m sorry I put bruises on you.” “I don’t mind—under the circumstances.” After another luxurious sigh, Duo glanced around the room. “I don’t know how I’ll ever work in here again, though.” Duo grinned wickedly. “Maybe it’ll inspire me.” “There is that.” Duo shifted to straddle Heero and watched as Heero’s eyes skimmed down his chest. Possibilities, Duo thought. There were definite possibilities in that look. “Being a cop, I imagine you’ve been through arduous physical training.” The possibilities had occurred to Heero as well. “Absolutely.” “And you’d probably have amazing recuperative powers.” Heero’s brow lifted. “Under the right conditions.” “Good.” To be certain he created them, Duo ran his hands over Heero’s still gleaming chest. With a half laugh, Heero caught Duo’s wrists. “Maxwell, wouldn’t you rather pick this up in bed?” For an answer, Duo leaned over Heero, letting his lips hover a breath away from Heero’s. The tip of Duo’s tongue darted out to trace the shape of Heero’s mouth, to dip teasingly inside, then retreat. Slowly, Duo tilted his head. Softly, he tasted Heero’s lips. Achingly, Duo deepened the kiss. “Does that give you a clue, Detective?” tbc...
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