Pairing: Heero/Duo
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Angst
Genre: Romance, lime
Saturday night in Hell’s Paradise was a hub nub for the wicked and the sinners. In a city where right and wrong merged somewhere along invisible lines of morality, you would find them huddled like creatures of the night in dark alleys, crevices and shadows. It was only fitting that they resided in the lower sections. Whereas the main city loomed like towering beacons of light – with its translucent skyscrapers, speeding monorails and freshly filtered air - Hell’s Paradise was a painful reminder of a past that society had tried so desperately to forget. In the wake of the nuclear blast twenty years ago, HP was now a shadow of its once glorious past. No one had ever taken the time to clear the debris over the years and the new government had ignored its demands to be purified. Walking down the ash-lined streets with an air filled with smog, took some getting used to. It wasn’t uncommon to see the inhabitants of HP wearing filter masks on their faces to protect themselves from dying too quickly – for death was merely another co-occupant in this cursed city.
Saturday night in Hell’s Paradise – and he wondered why he had chosen to take on this job in the first place. He was a young man with dreams and aspirations – had been filled with romantic notions of what his life as a Preventer could hold. The monochromatic images on the wide screens littered around the Main City had advertised the glorious life of adventure that awaited all new recruits into the System and he had jumped at the opportunity. He had walked into the cold building with its mirrored walls and ceilings as the robotic, impersonal and yet feminine voice blared over invisible speakers.
“Welcome to the Preventer’s Headquarters. We are glad you could join us today. Are you looking for an exciting career in any of our departments? Please do not hesitate to fill out an electronic form in the main lobby. Thank you and welcome to Preventer’s Headquarters. We hope you have a nice day.”
He had turned a deaf ear on his friends who had tried to tell him that the PH job wasn’t really that great. The pay was good, no doubt about that, but he still longed for the change and excitement that had been missing in his life after all these years. And so, he had taken the plunge – going head on into something that could make or break him in the long run. Passing the test had been a breeze. The superior officers had been impressed. He had scored the highest out of a thousand applicants. He was the NOIR - Number One Irreplaceable Rookie and his name was blazoned across billboards and screens throughout the city.
Congratulations, Heero Yuy! You are now a Preventer!
He leaned against his automobile and stuck the cigarette into his mouth. He really shouldn’t be smoking on duty, but he assumed that a quick one couldn’t hurt. Besides, coming back to Hell’s Paradise was something he had not really considered happening any time soon. The bitter nicotine seared down his throat and had him coughing in a few seconds. It served him right for trying to pick up a habit he had dropped (with some effort) two months ago. He tossed the stick to the ground and watched as it faded away slowly. Ah, the beauty of modern technology – why bother with garbage cans up here in the city when you’ve got invisible hands cleaning them up for you?
Although…down there…it was a whole other matter entirely.
“Ready, rookie?”
He spun around quickly and gave a smart salute to Zane – his companion for the night. It was a good thing he had gotten rid of the cigarette for Zane was a perfectionist and liked to see things go his way or else. And another thing, he really wished that Zane would stop calling him ‘rookie’ for no good reason.
“Ready sir!”
However, Heero was really beginning to doubt that. Was he really ready to face his past again?
“We’ve got a report of a disturbance in Section EA73…”
Heero blanched at the section listed but kept his eyes glued to the small monitor in Zane’s hands.
“…bunch of guys having another Rave Party. I thought those damn things had stopped eons ago,” Zane mumbled with a frown. “We’re looking for the leader of the group. Hmph…arrested five times in the last two years. The guy just doesn’t know when to give up, does he? Possession of illegal weapons, drugs…”
Heero felt his mouth go dry and struggled to find the right words to say but he had to listen to the long and never ending list of offences their man for the night had committed.
“You all set, rookie?” Zane finally asked with a satisfied smirk. “We’ve got our hands full tonight.”
Heero nodded in response. That was all he could do after all. This was the dreaded Section EA73 they were dealing with now. He had known someone from there…and he wondered if the so-called leader was…
“Damn it, Yuy! Step up!”
“Yes, sir!” There would be no time to think.
The sight of the patrol mobile was already taking its effect. Heero wasn’t sure if he ought to gloat at the sight of the low lives running into their shadows to hide or if he ought to weep at the thought of knowing that he too had lived in such pathetic conditions. He almost felt ashamed to be seen here again. He pulled his hat a bit lower as if to shield his eyes from the accusing glances that were sure to come his way. He had abandoned his life here to find a better one in the Main City. He had tried to convince him to come along, but they had become bitter enemies by then.
Section EA73. That was where he lived.
Even before Zane had pulled up to the familiar streets filled with decadence and sin, Heero could already smell the undeniable stench of opium – a rare and powerful drug that had once been banned from the common masses. He listened to Zane mumble another curse beneath his breath as he pulled up the car to a curb. Heero’s blue eyes glazed over slowly as memories of nights spent in this area came rushing back to his mind. He could see a few familiar faces – all turning accusing, dark and hateful eyes towards the car that was definitely not welcomed here. Things could get dangerous if he was not careful, but he had his laser semi-automatic with him. One shot from this baby and you could kiss your ass goodbye.
Zane was putting on his mask – Heero felt no need to. His senses were slowly being dulled with the sights and smells of his past. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of drugs, sex and alcohol as he stepped out of the car slowly.
“Yuy…hey! Yuy! Put your damn mask on!”
He walked on – like a zombie - beautiful cobalt depths now darkening with the memories of his taste, his smell, his touch.
“Yuy!”
He pushed through a throng of curious onlookers, seeking, longing for him again.
A shot was fired and pandemonium broke out. Zane was going berserk but Heero could care less about him. He stopped before the steps that would lead him into the underground club. There was a deep bass thumping from there and in a swift move, he tossed his hat to the ground, revealing a tumbled mass of dark brown hair that seemed to shimmer beneath the blazing neon lights.
I can smell you…
“YUY!! BACK UP FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” Zane bellowed. Another shot was fired and Heero pulled out his weapon slowly from his left pocket. From his right, he tugged out a pair of steel handcuffs and continued his descent into darkness.
It wasn’t hard to make out the person he sought from the noisy crowd in the room. Within the half-naked bodies drenched with sweat and inky tattoos, Heero could see him. However, someone from the crowd screamed at his presence and just like that, the party began to disperse like scurrying ants. The power of a Preventer was a beautiful thing to witness – but nothing could compare to the sight of his once best friend, partner and lover.
Amused but wary blue depths watched Heero’s progress as he made no attempt to get off the black leather couch he was sitting on. He was naked, save for a pair of leather pants that were so low on his slender hips that they threatened to reveal a whole lot more than was necessary. His long waist-length hair was no longer a deep brown as Heero remembered. He had dyed it with a color that was close to red and it somehow made his ex-lover even sexier than ever. There was a hint of blue over the man’s shoulder and Heero – already familiar with this man’s anatomy in more ways than one – knew just what that led to. It was a tattoo of a dragon that had been drawn all over the redhead’s back with its tail ending rather tantalizingly upon his right ass cheek. Heero had licked every line of that infamous body art before. He had once rubbed his aching cock against that smooth expanse of flesh – had sucked hard, bitten and left his mark many - oh so many times before.
The dragon had taken a painstaking week to complete. Day after day, they had spent several hours in that hot and stuffy tattoo parlor, choking on cigars and cheap, watered down beer. Heero could still see his lover’s face screwed tight in concentration as the needle pierced through his skin in quick and delicate precision. He had wanted Heero to have a matching one as a symbol of their strengthened bond over the years. They were going to be an inseparable couple. No one would be able to stop them. They would take over Hell’s Paradise, one measly section at a time.
But that dream hadn’t come true in the end.
Heero licked his lips and struggled against the heat building within the pit of his stomach as he watched the redhead get to his feet slowly yet gracefully. He was tall and lanky, his black leather boots soundless on the thick red carpet, while holding out his hands with fingernails that were darkened with black nail polish as if in invitation. Smirking, he cocked his head to the side.
“Welcome officer.” His voice was deep and thick with the promise of things to come. “I wondered when you would pay me a visit…”
I must have you…one last time…
His words were quickly silenced as Heero moved in for the kill. There was no time to mince words as their lips met in a fiery clash of lust and hunger – tongues dancing, seeking, sucking, and needing more as their bodies strained for a release that threatened to send them insane with desire. They moved as one, ignoring the screams of panicked observers around them as they rekindled the dull flames that had once been their fiery and yet torrid affair.
“Duo…Maxwell,” Heero breathed huskily into his mouth.
“I…arrest…you….in…the…name…of…the…law…”
The cold steel handcuffs snapped into place even though their lips barely strayed from each other. Heero withdrew slowly with a groan and leaned his forehead against Duo’s as they tried to steady their harsh and shallow breathing.
“One last fuck before I go to prison?” Duo finally asked with a small smile as he continued to lick his former lover’s lips. He held his handcuffed hands over his head and threw them around Heero’s neck effectively holding the officer prisoner as well. His eyes flashed with mischief and daring. “It’s been so long…rookie…”
For old time’s sake…
The Preventer stared long and hard into the eyes he had always thought to be the most beautiful things in this hellish world that surrounded them. He had wanted to take Duo away from this place. He had wanted them to forge a better life for the future – for their future, but Duo could be such a stubborn fool. However, Heero had no plans to give up just yet. He would continue to try to convince Duo to join him for he knew that life without the man he had grown up with was hardly worth living at all.
Heero could hear Zane’s frantic bellows in the background and for a moment, he allowed a smirk of pleasure to come to his features. Let his boss stew for a while. For now, he would give in to this lust and satiate his hunger – the consequences would be dealt with much later. He placed a firm hand upon Duo’s wrist and began to lead them towards the backrooms, but not before whispering into his suspect’s ear, some important rights that every good officer ought to recite.
“Duo Maxwell, you have the right not to remain silent…for screaming out in pleasure will only prolong the torture I can and will happily inflict upon you…”
~The End~
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