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"Bottled Blue "Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Fantasy, Angst, mild violence, mild
language, fluff, borderline NCS (more like reluctant surrender), non-graphic
lemons, my corky humor lol Unbeta'ed Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5+all Summary: When Duo discovers an ancient bottle
his life his irreversibly altered by the beautiful, blue genie that
resides within. AN: This was written some years ago in response
to a fic I read. I so enjoyed the character dynamic’s I couldn’t
resist borrowing the idea and writing a fic of my own using a variation
of the character profiles. The original fic was Blue Bottled Belly
Dancers... by clarysage ^_^ I liked it so much I wanted more so I
wrote this but that was uh... years before I ever thought to post
anything. I don't really remember how closely mine follows the original
but I hope it's entertaining. ^_^ Thanks everyone! "Bottled Blue " Ch 2
Gentle and enticing as they nibbled along his ribs. The hands made their way over his shoulders, down his arms. The mouth that was currently driving him further into the pitch moved upward tasting the smooth texture of his chest, then each nipple in turn leaving them both erect and chilled by the surrounding air as the heat moved further upward still curving around the neck, under the ear. So hot, so gentle, so demanding as a delicious weight blanketed his body. It was so good, so utterly rapturous he groaned again under the sumptuous feeling and willingly, without thought or reservation spread his legs and the dream shuddered and shifted and he smiled knowing that he’d pleased it with his surrender. Happy with himself for the first time in awhile he reached upward and silently brushed his lips against those that were trembling above him. And they were trembling and he knew why. He delighted in it drawing them into a deep kiss that was quickly turned into the single most erotic thing he’d ever felt in his life as the hard presence of another’s rigid length pressed firmly into his ass. “What the…?” he breathed opening his eyes and for an instant he was staring into a pair of passion bright, sapphire eyes but he blinked and they were gone. Was it a dream? He took a moment to compose himself and let the blood that was pulsing in his groin disburse a little so he could think. The room was dark save for the soft bit of light that seeped through the heavy curtains. The cat had reappeared and lay curled in the chair he’d sat in earlier apparently asleep and the bottle remained on the end table where he’d left it. Maybe it had been a dream. He wouldn’t have put it past his muddled brain to have conjured up a dream Hiiro to comfort him but it had felt so damn real he wanted some reassurance so he got up and went to peer into the bottle. There was little light inside so he withdrew the lighter from the end table and struck it beside the glass. Hiiro lay quietly slumbering in the tiny bed half in and half out of the covers. His little face so peacefully serene Duo didn’t have the heart to disturb him. “My beautiful Jinn,” he whispered softly taking a moment to observe the slumbering boy. Just looking at him made his mouth water. He was starting to feel like he was watching a quarter peep show so he pulled away surprised by how shallow his breathing had become. The cat had lifted its head and now stared at him silently. “Think I need a cold shower,” he told it cocking his head at it when it seemed to snort and chuckle at him. “Brat,” he shot at it retrieving a fresh towel from the stack the bell boy had brought before and heading for the bathroom. A whole hotel full of hot water and here he was standing under the icy spray. Ahh… such is life. He was numb and disgruntled when he finally got out having only barely taken the edge off his mounting desires when he stepped out to find Hiiro once again lounging on the bed only this time he was buck naked and drowsy eyed and Duo instantly needed to go back into the shower. “Put some clothes on,” he grumbled turning his head from the delicious sight. “Yes, Master,” Hiiro said softly and when Duo turned back around to reprimand him his words stalled in his throat. He was now clad in a traditional harem garment complete with sheer pantaloon’s and a golden collar and Duo just about choked on his own tongue. “D…don’t call me... Master,” he ground out between gasping coughs. “And put on something more… modern,” he instructed. Even as he spoke the outfit shifted and became a tank top that much resembled Duo’s and a pair of skin tight jeans. Duo raised a brow surprised that he’d conjured up something so `now` but he only smiled and indicated a magazine that apparently came with the room. The picture on the front was an advertisement for designer jeans. He smiled. “Looks good on you,” he told him. “Hey,” he added on an after thought turning from his search for clean socks in his bag. “Can you make me a coat?” he asked “You know... something cool like in the Matrix?” Hiiro just stared at him. “Umm… well... never mind,” the longhaired boy shook his head. “It’s too hot for that anyway,” he reasoned finding his quarry and sitting to put his boots on. His mind went south when Hiiro literally crawled off the bed and made his way across the floor coming towards him. “What?” he asked stupidly staring into the Jinn’s smoldering, sapphire eyes. “Let me please you,” Hiiro purred slowly crawling into Duo’s lap, his head laying on his thigh as his hands slipped up the outside of his hips and grasped the flesh beneath his jeans firmly. “Y...you don’t have to do stuff like that,” Duo stammered unable to push him away. His heart felt like it was trying to burst out his ribs and run away it was beating so hard. “But I want to,” the exotic boy said softly turning to chew on his leg gently. Duo hissed and gripped the arms of the chair until his knuckles went white. He was already so hard he knew it wouldn’t take much to take him over the edge. Maybe nothing more than the feel of his breath on his skin. “I only want you to be happy,” Hiiro told him moving slowly up his thigh, his fingers creeping under his ass as Duo’s mind began to check out altogether. “I... I don’t… do... casual sex,” the longhaired boy ground out. “I know you want me,” Hiiro countered brushing his lips against the bulging evidence of his claim. “Ah!” Duo gasped squirming in his seat. “Stop,” he told him feebly pushing him away. “Why’re you... always trying ... to seduce me?” he asked breathily desperately trying to maintain control. “It’s what you want,” the exotic boy smiled moving to nibble again but Duo pushed him away more forcefully this time. “I’m not interested in your spells and enchantments,” he told him clamping down firmly on his need to dive on him. “What?” Hiiro gasped softly as he retreated willingly. “Succubi,” Duo breathed. “Enchantress, DJinnni,” he went on. “I’ve read about you,” he told him pulling himself fully together again. “You feed off the lustful emotions of humans.” “No,” the Jinn shook his head. “That is a myth conjured to rid the humans of their guilt for the lust they feel for our kind,” he told him. “And I’m just supposed to believe you?” Duo chuckled. “Just like that?” Hiiro didn’t respond. The truth was that Duo did believe him but he needed some leverage to help hold him in check or he was going to be so deep into him there’d be no turning back no matter what happened. “Listen,” he told him feeling very tired again. “I have to go call home and see what they want me to do about this Jordan mess. Why don’t you get a shower and order some breakfast?” he suggested. “I’ll be back in a few minutes and we can figure out where to go from there, ok?” “May I,” Hiiro began unable to lift his eyes from the carpet as he asked, “relieve myself?” For a moment Duo just sat there not understanding what in the world he was talking about then it hit him like a ton of bricks and his eyes flashed on Hiiro’s swollen crotch. “Oh! Umm, yeah... feel free… why not? Um… I’ll... be right back,” he told him dashing out the door. Son-of-a-bitch! He just kept thinking it over and over and over again all the way down the hall and into the lobby where he spoke to the clerk in what he hoped was Arabic and set up the relay call back home. Dorothy had seen to it he didn’t have his satellite phone on this trip as well the bitch. Now, he had to wait ten minutes for the link to be made before he got his ass chewed. Ten minutes in which his mind was totally preoccupied with the thought of Hiiro up in their room...relieving himself. “Sir?” “AH!” Duo jumped two feet in the air at the soft sound of the woman’s heavily accented tone scaring her half to death in the process. Had he been so immersed in his daydream? Considering the condition of his loins the answer was a resounding YES! “Sorry… thanks,” he told her accepting the small portable phone she offered him. “Hello?” “Duo? What in the hell’re you doing in RiYoudh?” “It’s kind of a long story,” the longhaired boy sighed. “You’re supposed to be in Al Karak. What happened to the interview I scheduled for you at the clinic?” Clinic? “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask the local militia since they’re the one’s that so graciously escorted me out of Jordon.” “Damn, you ok?” “Peachy,” Duo replied. “What about the bombing?” “Pierceton’s covering it since we couldn’t find you.” Great. “So what’s the plan?” “Can you get back into Jordan?” “Shit! You can’t be serious!” Duo snapped in frustration. How frigging important could Jordanian virgins be?! “Alright, alright… just stay put then. We’ll come up with something.” “How about I just come home?” he suggested hopefully. “And waist the resources it took to get you there! Are you nuts! Do you know how much time and…” Duo moved the phone from his ear and let the man rant. He’d heard this one enough times he had it memorized anyway. It should be over right about… “...plant your skinny ass right there for a couple of days until we get a damn story you got that pony boy!” Ug. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’ll check back in a couple of days then,” he sighed resigning himself to a short Arabian vacation. His mind wandered upstairs once again supplying him with nasty little images of Hiiro laying on the bed … relieving himself. Oh, man… two days in that little room with Hiiro. He needed a plan. In the long run he knew he was going to have to figure out a more permanent solution for his new predicament but for now he just wanted to get through the next couple of days. Sight seeing. That’d do it. He’d take him sight seeing. Then they’d be in the crowd and away from sensuously dark horizontal surfaces. It’d work. He really needed some time to work things out. It was really weird going back to the room. Was he finished yet? Did he really do it? Was he... still... doing it? His hands were sweating horribly by the time he took a deep breath and slowly turned the door knob. It had been his intention to rattle the thing loudly and announce his return but his traitorous body refused to obey and cracked the door open silently in the hope of possibly catching a glimpse of the exotic boy. What he saw when he peered inside took his breath away. He must have just finished. He was still lying on the bed just as Duo had pictured him, his golden skin shimmering in the dim light punctuated by the small beads of sweat that lined his chest and stomach. He was naked, gloriously naked and Duo noticed as his crotch swelled and throbbed to full life once again, there were the remains of his efforts still puddled like liquid pearls on his smooth skin. His chest rose and fell drawing in deep breaths of sweet air, he had one arm across his eyes and the other resting along his left hip, his fingers lingering along the bone as the cat jumped up beside him and began licking his chin and cheek. Duo’s brow creased when he turned his head into the feline’s affection allowing it to clean his entire face. His cheeks, his eyes, even his mouth then suddenly the cat’s blue/gray eyes shifted and were staring right into Duo’s. Hiiro started gently and turned to look as well as the braided boy flushed bright red and pushed his way into the room. “Looks like I’m stuck here for a couple of days,” he told him refusing to look into his smugly smiling face. The urge to glance at everything else that was so excellently displayed proved too much however, which only made him blush even harder as Hiiro smiled and cuddled the cat. “Get dressed,” he told him averting his eyes once again. “Are we going out?” Hiiro asked as blue/green smoke swirled around him and solidified into his outfit for the day. “Yeah, we’re... holy geez!” Duo barked grabbing his thumping heart. “Look,” he panted forcing his body to calm. “The jeans and tank will do,” he told him already regretting the words. He had to hand it to the ancient Arabians, they sure had knack for fashion but he wanted to be able to see something besides Hiiro’s firm little ass. “But you like it,” Hiiro grinned. “That’s not the point,” Duo countered backing away from him as he slipped off the bed and slowly advanced. “That is the only point,” the Jinn smiled. “You are my master,” he told him running a finger down the length of his jaw that sent Duo’s `jump him` gear into over drive. There wasn’t a beast or being in the whole of the planet that could have stopped him from kissing him when he looked up with such softly pleading eyes and sighed gently, “Your pleasure is my only purpose.” So he did. It took about two seconds for him to suddenly find himself flat on his back under the rampaging Jinni, his mind and body so hot from the confrontation he felt as if he would melt right into the sheets. What happened? A moment ago he was kissing him, holding him in his arms and contemplating how to go about satisfying himself and his partner when they were both male and now he was laying there being molested by the same boy that had so submissively seduced him. Something didn’t add up. Jinn… tricky little bastards. “Stop.” “No,” Hiiro whimpered realizing his plan had failed as he pressed onward anyway. “Please,” he rasped forcing his hips between Duo’s legs; the braided boy only just managing to resist him as his body once again betrayed him and reluctantly opened to the blue eyed boy. “Jesus,” he groaned arching back into the bed, Hiiro’s secure weight anchoring him in place. “S...stop,” he rasped again fighting to keep control of his rapidly fading will as he pushed weakly upon Hiiro’s firm, slick chest. “Why do you resist?” the blue eyed Jinn growled in frustration. “I... don’t even know you,” Duo reminded him. “I know what you want,” Hiiro told him then and Duo felt a tremor run down his spine that lit his fluids on fire. He could see sapphire flames burning deep in the Jinn’s eyes, so beautifully captivating he felt himself drawn into them until they lapped at his pupils and caressed his soul and he felt the delicious moaning escape his rapturous throat as he drew the sumptuous body above him closer, his body and mind sinking into complete and utter abandon as they slowly unified and reached out to this divine being. He could feel it, the melding taking place. A quickening of the souls as Hiiro began to absorb him into himself. Each kiss stealing away another little piece of him, each separation replaced and sanctified by a morsel of the Jinn’s own self until suddenly he couldn’t tell where he stopped and the other began and he knew in that instant if he didn’t do something he would loose himself forever. “NO!” he shouted, his heart bursting in stark terror at the thought of loosing himself completely to this creature and suddenly Hiiro was jerked from him by some unseen force and slammed against the far wall up near the ceiling where he hung gasping for breath after the collision as if imprisoned by invisible chains. Duo just sat there staring at him in astonishment for a long moment until he regained his wind and offered him a sheepish smile. “Willful human,” the Jinn grumbled sulkily. “Tell me something,” Duo chuckled but it wasn’t a jovial sound by any means. “If I don’t get three wishes then why in the hell should I keep you around?” he spat as his anger grew. “I know what you want,” Hiiro said softly then suddenly fell from the wall to thud on the floor which of course cracked Duo up and eased the tension. “O...ok,” the longhaired boy laughed. “Here’s the deal. You don’t do magic unless I tell you to and no more enchantments designed to get into my pants. Got it?” he asked raising a brow at this servant. “Yes... Massster,” Hiiro replied bowing low at the waist in a grand gesture. “Good,” Duo grinned. “Now, change into something that wont give the office girls a coronary and let’s go get some breakfast,” he smiled turning to the mirror to fix his muddled braid. “Well?” he asked turning back around to find him standing there still in those savory clothes. “I have nothing else to change into,” Hiiro told him. “How about those jeans you conjured up before?” “You said I wasn’t to do magic…” “Ok.” Well, he’d seen that one coming. “Puff up some jeans and a tank and lets go. I’m starving.” “I could make you...” “That’s ok,” Duo smirked. “Come on,” he smiled changing to an encouraging tone. “Don’t you want to see how the worlds changed in .. however long you’ve been buried in the sand?” “I have seen it,” Hiiro told him glancing at the cat which had been sitting on the end table watching them. “Oh,” Duo replied considering the large feline. “Is he your eyes then?” “Sometimes.” “Yeah, well I’m still hungry,” the longhaired
boy groused watching as the outfit shimmered and changed until his
servant was dressed as he’d instructed. “After you,”
he smiled holding the door open for him which the cat darted out of
first before the two boys followed. ~ * ~ tbc... |
