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"Diary of a Protected Witness"Written By: Snowdragonct Disclaimer: Don’t own any part of Gundam
Wing or the characters, more’s the pity. This is for fun...no
profit involved. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU , yaoi, swearing (lots), some OOC
(probably), violence, drugs, sex, Pairings: 1X2X1, 3X4, 5XC, (past 2X3X2, 6X2) Summary: Ever wonder what was running through Duo's mind at certain points in"Witness Protection?" Here are snippets of his point of view...a companionfic, that will not rehash the entire plot, but offer a new perspective ofcertain events. A/N: This fits with chapter eighteen of Witness. " Diary of a Protected Witness"
“For you, sugar—no cover.” He even held the door for me, palming my ass with one big, beefy hand as I strutted past. Yeah, they knew how to treat Shinigami in a place like this. I sidled up to the bar and smiled engagingly at the hot ticket working it. “Water?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow and plunked down a glass of water. Yeah, I know it sounds silly—but one of the best tricks Trowa ever taught me was staying hydrated while you drink and dance. Keeps away a killer hangover the next day—and with all the yelling and screaming those two cops were gonna do, I did not need to be hung over. Now hung all over, yeah. And the guy with short, sandy hair who asked me to dance was doing exactly that an hour or two later, after I’d let him buy me a couple of shots. He reminded me of Solo, just a bit, with sandy hair and grayish-green eyes—but I didn’t hold that against him. On the contrary, I held me against him, enjoying the hard planes of his chest under my hands and the firm way he grabbed my ass and pulled my groin up against his. It felt good—good to be touched and to move with another body. Dancing is almost like sex, y’know—two bodies moving together in the same rhythm—touching and sliding against one another—. Fuck, I missed Zechs! The sandy-haired guy didn’t seem to realize as I turned my back and let his arms slide around me from behind, that I was seeing my dead lover’s blue eyes an’ that fuckin’ arrogant smirk he used to wear. Of course, then I glanced across the room and saw the fierce blue eyes of Heero Yuy all but burning holes into me with their intensity. For a second there, I couldn’t tell if it was anger or lust making those eyes so luminous. Yeah, right. Try fury. I was fucked—and not in a good way. But I kept dancing with Mister Roaming-Hands, and the more he pawed me, the more irritated I got that he wasn’t Zechs—and he wasn’t a blue-eyed cop I’d been subconsciously drooling over for years, and blatantly lusting after for days. “C’mon, Sugar—let’s go somewhere private,” Sandy-Haired Loser murmured in my ear, taking my wrists and trying to lead me off the dance floor. “Sorry. No,” I said flatly, giving him a quick, insincere smile to soften the blow. He tugged harder—the idiot. “Hey, you been leadin’ me on for hours,” he said kind of peevishly. “An’ you’re as hard as I am. I know you want it.” He kept pulling, nearly dragging me, towards the bathrooms at the back of the club. “If you’re shy, Sugar, it’s okay. I’ll loosen ya right up—.” I pulled back and planted my feet. I’d lost sight of Yuy, but I had no doubt the hot cop would be right on my heels. Tired of screwing around with Mister Wrong, I freed up one hand and slipped the switchblade from the top of my boot, tucking it up under his rib cage and allowing him to hear the “snick” as I did so. He froze, his face going pasty white at the feel of the sharp point pricking his skin. Yuy shoved through the last of the crowd just a few feet away. “Max.” Oh yeah. The nickname he’d chosen for me at the diner where Rhonda had worked. “Not your fight, Yuy.” He reminded me it was, and why—and after I sent my dumbshit dance partner packing, he caught my arm in a bruising grip and hustled me out the side door into an alley. “You fuckin’ duck out like this again, Maxwell, and I’ll kill you myself.” “I was bored out of my ever-lovin’ mind!” I exploded at him, unloading a bunch of my frustration in a rant about the wilderness and the quiet and isolation and how crazy it was making me. He didn’t seem particularly impressed as he shoved past me and headed for the car. “How’d you know where to find me?” I finally thought to ask. “The same way Oz’s hired assassins would.” Fuck. He had a point.
I thought about it on the ride back to the cabin, and the only conclusion I could reach was that Chang and Yuy had been treating me like an idiot because I was one. Didn’t mean I hadda like having it thrown in my face, though, and I’ll admit, I sulked the whole way home. And as soon as we got there, I went for the liquor cabinet—still raw from realizing that my self-pity over losing Zechs had made me risk both my life and Yuy’s. I shouldn’t have brought up his name, ‘cause sure as shit mentioning Zechs was a great way to get Yuy on his high horse. But he didn’t have to mock the way Zechs had made me feel. He deserved to have a drink thrown in his face. And as I headed for the door, this time I was not planning on coming back. The first time had been a lark—sneaking out like a dumbass kid. This time, however, I meant to go back to my original plan to avenge Zechs’ death on my own, and fuck the cops’ case and their rules. I couldn’t believe it when I heard him cock his gun, and I looked at him in frank disbelief. “Sit down!” “Make me.” Ah yes—finally—he lost his temper. And the next thing I knew, we were dancin’ our way around that kitchen trading punches and taunts. And I think we were both kind of enjoying it. At least, I was—until he got hold of me and swept my legs out from under me—pinning me to the floor with his body. His weight was both oppressive and arousing, as his hips ground down onto mine. “Let me the fuck up!” I squirmed and bucked underneath him, wishing I could get a hand free so I could rip off his balls and feed ‘em to him—he looked so fuckin’ smug. “Give it up, Maxwell. I’m not gonna shoot you—you’re not gonna leave. You’re going to testify against Khushrenada and put him away for a long, long time.” “I ain’t gonna do jack shit for you!” He stared into my eyes for a long moment, and then he kissed me—and fuckin’ fireworks went off in my head. Jesus Christ—the guy could kiss! Those lips just devoured mine, and I relaxed in his grasp, savoring the hot, moist mouth on mine and the heat of his body—the feel of his tongue plunging between my teeth. Goddamn! As he pulled away, leaving me feeling ice cold in his wake, I shook off just enough of my daze to slip his gun out of its holster. And the look on his face as I leveled it at him after he’d gotten up and brushed himself off was just priceless. “Oops.” I fired a shot past his ear just to get his attention. Oh—I had it. He twitched with the urge to attack—I could tell—but he held back, unsure of me, waiting to see what I’d do. Fuck—I dunno what possessed me—but when I told him to strip, I thought he’d spontaneously combust. A second shot told him I meant business—or convinced him I was a freakin’ lunatic. “You’re a freakin’ lunatic!” Yep, the latter. But he stripped. And he looked so fuckin’ fine like that; my original idea to just tie him up for his partner to find flew right out the window. My candid appraisal got enough of a response that I couldn’t resist—I knelt in front of him, keeping the gun trained on his knee, just for effect. I had the safety back on—but with my thumb over it, he couldn’t tell that. Of course, after I ran my tongue up his cock, he probably couldn’t have told you his own name. If there was one thing I’d learned from Solo, it was how to give a truly impressive blow job. I’ve brought more than one man to his knees that way—Zechs included. And the hot, blue-eyed cop was no exception. I felt his fingers slide into my hair, and braced myself for him to try to push me away, but he didn’t. In fact, I think he was using me for balance and support. Poor baby. Did his legs not wanna hold him up any more? No problem. I was in my element, savoring the salty tang on my tongue and his musky scent in my nostrils. It was over too soon, at least for me—but I wasn’t sure how long I could keep him from realizing my own knees were a little weak. I really wanted him badly—had wanted him since I first laid eyes on him three years earlier. And to have him gasping, groaning deep in his chest and biting his lip so hard it bled as he shot his load down my throat—it was a heady sensation. He was fuckin’ delicious—and as I sat back he actually did sink to his knees, his face flushed and eyes practically aglow. And those lips! They were damp, swollen from being chewed and bitten into near-silence—I just hadda kiss ‘em. Well, if that didn’t open the floodgates! Next thing I knew, he was peeling me out of my clothes and pressing me to the floor, his lips and hands everywhere. And I just went with it—enjoying the harsh feel of his hands on my skin—taking—demanding—almost punishing. So I got a little thing for pain. Not that S&M kinda shit—but sometimes I liked it a little rough. And Yuy was too long denied to be gentle. He’d obviously been holding back a shitload of repressed desires—and I think he poured ‘em all out at once. Lucky me. I almost forgot the condom and lube; I was so out of my mind from his touch. But—freakin’ Hell! Once he was inside me, I knew I was lost. I’d just never felt so—complete. And with a cop who hated my guts—how sick was that? How fuckin’ ironic! “Harder, dammit! Harder! Fuck me like you mean it!” And he did. Oh God, did he ever! I couldn’t have asked for more, as he just let go and literally pounded me into the floor. It felt incredible. Wild. All consuming—like I was just burning up, from the inside out. I never wanted it to end. But of course, it did. Eventually the buildup of heat and friction and passion had to find a release. And what a release it was! I nearly passed out when I came, grabbing his shoulders so hard I’m sure I left marks. Goddamn! He was amazing. I’d never seen anything as beautiful as the expression of rapture on his face when he came for the second time. I’d been at a bad angle before—y’know? Hard t’see a guy’s face when you’re on your knees with his cock down your throat. But with it buried inside me, I got to see it all! And he was just plain breathtaking. Literally. Even as the gleam of panic entered his eyes and he rolled off me, I was fighting for air. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I wanted to cry. Why’d the best sex I’d ever had, bar none, been with a cop? I kept my back to him as I grabbed for my clothes. “Told ya it’d help pass the time.” I was amazed at how casual my voice sounded, when I was so choked up I could hardly speak. I made my escape as quickly as I could, shutting the door to my bedroom and leaning back against it, closing my eyes and swallowing to keep the tears at bay. Fuckin’ cop. And what was I thinking—letting him get that close? I was so fucked! I got my lecture later from Chang. He ranted for quite a while, but my mind kept drifting back and I kept glancing at the floor where Yuy had fucked me senseless. Would I have liked a repeat performance? Damned straight! But as he’d said, I’d gotten all I was getting. As I stripped down for bed, I was haunted by a pair of intense blue eyes, reaching all the way inside to my soul while I was being fucked through the floor. Goddamnit, Yuy—what did you do to me? tbc... |
