Kracken
Thirty second Gundam Wing
1x2
Dance
We were on an assignment:find a man who was killing young prostitutes. I didn't like it, even though I knew it was necessary. I preferred chasing after gun runners, and illegal suit factories, rather than prying up the disgusting underbelly of society and looking for the perverted maggots there.My partner was in his element, though, and eager for the chase. He had wandered these mean streets as a child, and the assignment was personal to him. Men, like the one we were pursuing, populated his memory of childhood, and he wanted nothing more than to have a chance to rid the universe of them.
"Marks not gettin' any nibbles," Duo grumbled, listening to whatever was being said in his invisible ear comlink.
I grunted irritably in reply as we made our way, for the tenth time, up the hot, darkened city street,and through the crowds that were gathered there for the dubious entertainments offered.
It was damned hot. We were both sweating and glad that we were undercover and not in our uniforms. I was dressed in casual jeans and a t shirt, but Duo looked more dangerous in his black tank top and fingerless black gloves. His ripped jeans hugged his slim frame and it wasn't envy, that he was wearing less in the heat than I was, that had me staring at him. We had two operatives, young and dressed as prostitutes, dangling themselves as bait for our suspect, but Duo looked far more attractive than either of them.
He grinned back at me, totally unaware that I had been staring at his ass. No, he didn't know that I liked men, or that I liked him in particular. It was hard to admit to it, hard to take the chance that my partner, who worked so well with me on assignments, might not feel the same way. I was fearless when it came to doing my duty, but scared shitless when it came to telling this man how I felt.
"Logan says, he had two offers, but they didn't match our guy's description," Duo told me.
I grunted again. Duo's tank top was molded to his tightly muscled upper body. His shoulders were well developed and sheaned with sweat. His hands looked strong and capable, one brushing through the sweaty bangs at his forehead.That damned braid was swishing back and forth against his ass as he walked slightly ahead of me. I couldn't keep my eyes up to meet Duo's eyes, not when I had that enticing vision so close.
We neared a table full of fans, blowing hot air into the night and onto the people passing by. The man behind them was calling out, enticing people to buy them. He had a radio tuned to a latin station, a grinding latin beat pulsing from the speakers.
Suddenly Duo was standing in front of the fans, hands smoothing along his tight belly and pushing up his tank top. His jeans were riding low, the v at the end of his spine diving into his low slung belt. Leather gloved hands fisted the tank top material as Duo closed his eyes in pleasure and began dancing to the beat of the music. His hair rippled in the air from the fans. The music seemed to vibrate all around him as he gyrated in one place to the beat.
He was handsome. He was sexy. He was everything that I had ever wanted. Every fiber of my being told me to catch at his arm and tell him how I felt. My hand tensed to do it. Don't wait any longer, I told myself. Have some damned balls, Yuy!
"Aren't you sweet," a man said as he closed in on Duo. He was tall and broad and he fit the description of our target to a t. I hated him instantly, especially when Duo stopped dancing and grinned at him.
"Want some of this?" Duo asked, knowing very well what he was doing. "If you got the cash, I got some time for you."
The man grinned back, eyes drinking Duo in. "Oh, I have the cash all right. Let's go find some privacy."
I was happy to follow them. More than glad when they reached a dark ally and the man tried to knife Duo. He called Duo every name in the book, saying that it was his righteous duty to rid the world of filth like him. Duo took pleasure in kicking his ass until he stopped fighting his arrest, and I was bordering on police brutality myself when I cuffed him and kept him on the hot asphalt until Preventer agents could take him away.
Afterward, Duo and I leaned against the wall of a building, panting from the adrenaline rush. Duo grinned at me. "Didn't know I made a good whore," he said, and there was something in his voice that was too self critical for me.
I gave him a serious look in return and found my courage. "You don't look like a whore," I told him. "You're just... very handsome. Anyone would want you."
He blinked, his grin dropping, as he asked cautiously, "Do you... want me?"
That was Duo, never beating around the bush. I felt ashamed, blushing, as I admitted, "Yes... for awhile now."
I waited for the stinging rejection, wondering who I would find to be a partner after Duo decided that he didn't want to work with a pervert.
"God!" Duo softly exclaimed instead. "I've been wanting you too." My bold friend and partner had been scared shitless too, of ruining what we already had.
I took a deep, steadying breath, and said,as I pushed away from the wall, "Let's get our people, and get out of here. We'll talk after."
Duo was suddenly hooking a finger in my belt loop and pulling me closer. He looked into my eyes, searching for something. I gave him my soul, then, and he smiled at me. "We'll do more than talk," he promised.
END