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"Teen Sociables"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: R Warnings: Angst, mild lemon, fluff Pairings: 1x2 Summary: The investigation of a serial killer puts Hiiro on the trail to happiness. Uh… O.o yeah… *wanders off behind the little aminals* "Teen Sociables"
Hiiro moved down the corridor with a purposeful stride. Those who knew him made way and those who didn’t scampered from his path uncertainly as he prepared his mind for his next mission. Une had called the meeting early that morning briefing him on the presence of a serial killer hidden somewhere within their city and he was determined to find the culprit before anyone else died. There was no compassion in his heart for the man as he not only killed people to satisfy his twisted need he prayed upon the lonely and desperate meaning he was also a coward and undeserving of pity. The bastard didn’t even have the nerve to stalk his prey but called them to his side using the guise of a john soliciting sex from internet hosts. As lucrative as the business had become no one had been able to put a stop to the inet whore houses as ‘entertainment’ or ‘companionship’ wasn’t a crime. What happened behind closed doors was another matter but proving it in a court of law was near impossible. Hiiro strode into his office and booted up his system typing in the address of his first resource in the investigation. A number of these internet ‘whore houses’ had been hit over the past few weeks but one in particular had lost more employee’s than any other. They were certain the perp was a man because of certain evidence found but his favorite prey wasn’t the pretty starlets that hoped to find fame in the world of pornography. No, his preferred targets were attractive young males. Hiiro gritted his teeth knowing what he would find when the site flashed a rather explicit cover page. Inside there was everything from still pictures to full length movies but he was only interested in the services that offered live feeds. He ground his teeth together trying to ignore the seedy images that moved across his screen, some of which he’d never dared dream possible and navigated his way to a page that promised untold pleasures with live models. There was a list of what each boy had to offer and their stats claiming them all to be ‘barely legal’ though he was certain some of them weren’t even that then he found what he’d been looking for. At the bottom of the page was a link providing a form that could be used to extend an invitation to the model of ones choice. If you provided certain information, an address where they could find you, a time and valid credit card number your ‘companion’ would provide the finest company known to man. This was the service the killer was using to snare his prey. All they knew was that he used this method every time and each victim had been found with amble amounts of semen inside his body. The boys had been used beyond their limit then poisoned with a drug commonly found in any pharmacy. Hiiro dug deeper into the site looking for any clue that might aid him in his search and was just about to close it down when something odd caught his eye. ‘Watch Duo Dance.’ The link was bright purple with a sparkling boarder and a status list that read like a page out of his own memory. He snorted wondering how many male prostitutes used the name ‘Duo’ as a handle and where the real ‘Duo’ might be at that moment. Probably on L2 hip deep in a pile of scrap but curiosity got the better of him when he read the part about thigh length, chestnut hair. His blood went cold when he clicked the link and came face to cheek with a round little ass that wriggled and rotated in a most sultry way leaving a burning sensation in his gut until the camera panned up and he got a look at the guys face. “Duo?” he gasped zooming in for a clearer shot. He sat back limp and utterly stunned in his chair as he watched the longhaired boy slither around a pole in a room somewhere wearing nothing but a purple g-string and a smile. “What the fuck?” he whispered backing out so he could see the whole... sumptuous picture then zooming back in again to look at his face but it was still Duo. What in the name of all that was holy was Duo Maxwell doing dancing on an internet porn site? It didn’t make any sense. And a gay one at that!?! When that thought hit home he felt his spine liquefy and slide in a smoldering river down his back to puddle in a heated pool between his legs. “Bullshit!” he snapped backing out to the request form. There had to be an explanation. Duo was no whore. There was no way it could possibly be him. It had to be a look alike. Determined to get to the bottom of it he filled in the information making the meeting place a hotel that was often busted for prostitution and asked for a meeting in two hours. It was pushing it but he needed to know what was going on. If the worse was true and Duo really had taken up screwing guys for a living he at least had the responsibility to tell him what was going on. He went back to watching the longhaired boy dance while he waited for a confirmation and before he realized any time had passed at all it arrived. The date was confirmed and his credit card had been charged. He’d explain the ridiculous fee to Une later, right then he had to get to Duo but for the next hour and half there wasn’t much of anything to do but watch him dance. And dance he did. Hiiro knew it was costing the company loads of money to keep the window open but he just couldn’t shut it down. Duo wiggled and swayed grinding his crotch into the pole then turning and sliding his naked ass up and down it in such a mesmerizing way he couldn’t believe this was the same guy who’d shot him at first sight. Maybe it wasn’t… but it sure looked like him. He wiped the sweat from his brow and checked the time again wondering why the clock seemed to be jumping twenty minutes at a time but it was irrelevant once it was time to leave. The hotel was busy but not teaming so he slipped in fairly quietly paying for the room like any other john would. He half expected no one to show or maybe someone other than who he’d asked for but when he answered the door he stared with stunned realization into Duo’s violet eyes. “Hiiro?” Duo hissed shoving him inside. Hiiro’s eyes raked down his body taking in the black, rubber pants but as they had huge holes in them there was less material than if he’d been wearing short shorts. The shirt was purple mesh and stopped just below his ribcage exposing most of his midsection, his hair was braided but loosely so that it fell in seductive coils around his head and he had on ankle boots that fairly screamed, ‘fuck me’. “What in the hell are you doing here?” he hissed going to check the street through the heavy curtains. “What are you doing dancing for Teen Sociable’s?” Hiiro demanded. Duo stopped and looked at him. “You’re after the Widower,” he stated. “I’m investigating a series of serial murders…” “They’re calling him the Widower,” Duo explained. “You know about it?” “Of course!” Duo grumbled. “What’dya think I’m shaking my ass for? Kicks?” Hiiro’s face heated over confirming that he hadn’t known what to think. “Oh, geez,” Duo groaned plopping on the round bed. “You actually thought I was whoring myself out?” “No,” Hiiro defended fidgeting in his desire to not have his ears crisp and fall off. “I didn’t know what to think when I saw you on there.” “So you figured you’d call me out,” Duo nodded standing up. “Well, now you know.” “Why did you come?” Hiiro asked still not completely at ease. “Because it’s hard to catch a killer unless you can find him,” Duo grumbled rolling his eyes. “Who are you working for?” “Myself,” Duo replied. “Local cops needed a hand, I was their biggest gun.” Hiiro looked him over again and nodded and Duo’s brow knit crossly. “What was that?” he snipped laying a hand on his hip. “What?” Hiiro inquired averting his gaze. “That thing you just did with your eyes,” Duo grumbled. “Nothing. You’re well equipped for the mission.” “Are you saying I’m sexy?” Duo chuckled. “You fit the proper criteria,” Hiiro deadpanned looking anywhere but at Duo. “Did you call me out because you wanted an explanation or a date?” Duo snorted. Hiiro’s lack of an immediate response made his skin go pale. “You were watching me.” “Of course,” Hiiro nodded defensively. “That’s how I figured out it was you.” “No,” Duo smiled. “There was one line that stayed open for like two hours. It was you wasn’t it?” “You shouldn’t be doing that sort of thing without backup,” Hiiro droned. “Is that so?” Duo smiled sauntering closer. “So now,” he grinned turning smoldering amethyst eyes upon him as he pressed their bodies firmly together and purred, “you wanna back me up?” “Are you fucking with me?” Hiiro asked with a deeply creased brow as his temperature began to rise. “Not yet,” Duo grinned taking confidence from the growing hardness against his thigh. “You’re going to be if you keep that up,” Hiiro warned as Duo slid down his thigh and crushed their hips together. “I never would have figured you for a boy hound,” Duo chuckled. “I’m not,” Hiiro replied sliding his hands around his waist and down his ass to grip firmly as he confessed, “You’re the only one that does this to me.” “It’s happened before?” Duo balked and Hiiro took a deep breath as he leaned forward and breathed… “Constantly.” “You never told me,” Duo whispered unsteadily as Hiiro’s lips brushed against his own. “You left,” Hiiro reasoned. “And I had no idea of what to do about it,” he chuckled claiming a soft kiss. “Know what to do now?” Duo breathed arching back to offer his neck. Hiiro took one look at him and smiled before diving in. Three years of penned up energy was suddenly bubbling inside them and forcing its way out as they discovered things about each other neither thought they would ever know. Sometime during the early morning hours they had become so fervent in their need to express the intensity of their desire the management came banging on the door but Hiiro put a bullet through it and they were left alone for the remainder of the night. When morning dawned neither had managed to sleep at all and the bed needed new sheets because those weren’t good for anything but lining a bird care with anymore and Hiiro was curled so tightly around Duo neither could scarcely breath. They lay in a contented knot simply enjoying the other side of the door when Hiiro’s comm. went off. Woe to release the longhaired boy he wriggled about until they were both laughing but managed to secure the small pager and receive the message. “Looks like you’re dancing career is over,” he grinned handing it to Duo. “They got him!” the braided boy grinned confirming the information for himself. “Hot damn! Check it out! Says he got cacked by one of his victims,” he smiled. “Serves him right. I hope the DNA tests match.” “They will,” Hiiro assured him getting up and tossing Duo his clothes. “Hey, Hiiro?” Duo began as he got dressed. “You think they could use another body at Preventer’s?” “Une asks one of us at least one a week where you can be found,” Hiiro grinned. “Yeah?” Duo smiled pulling on his boots. “How would you feel about a new partner?” “I think,” Hiiro smirked drawing him to his feet and into his arms. “I’m going to hang on to the one I have.” Duo chuckled happily as he kissed him and hoped Hiiro’s bed was more comfortable that the one they’d spent the night in. owari :)
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