Pairing: Heero/Duo
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, minor angst
Genre: Romance, lime
Notes: Based off this picture
by Silvertales.
A
Rookie’s Paradise:
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!
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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.
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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…”
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…”
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~