Masquerade

Setting: Just a plain old city. The Gundams don’t exist, and the colonies could, though there is no mention of them. Sorry if the characters seem out of character in some parts and the story seems cliche, I was having a little trouble with my muse.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the characters. If I did I’d be a helluva lot richer than I am now.


“Masquerade”
December 2003
By: Aine44


“Here’s your mask, sir.”

Duo Maxwell reached out and plucked the scrap of black fabric from the door guard’s stubby fingers. Using the special adhesive already attached, he put the mask on as he walked through the club’s large, black doors. He sighed with an almost resignated air, ran a hand over his chestnut braid, and went deeper into the club.

The Masquerade was the newest same-sex club in town. Already long lines of club-goers formed outside the doors in hopes of gaining entrance to the exclusive club. Duo had been wandering down the sidewalk in search of a good party when he was grabbed by the arm and shoved towards the shiny doors. “You’ll do,” he heard, before being handed the mask.

A man wearing a black mask and matching clothes smiled at him. “Welcome to the Masquerade, sir. May I take your coat?”

“Sure is high-class,” Duo muttered as he removed his ankle-length leather coat. Tight black leather that showed off his ridged midriff and hugged the curves of his ass were revealed. The ‘butler’s’ smile grew. “Just follow through there,” he said, pointing to a door through which loud, thumping music was emanating. “If you need anything, please feel free to ask.”

“Thanks.” Duo couldn’t help but grin back at the man. He felt his mood lifting as the beat of the music filtered through the air. Not that he didn’t enjoy clubs, he was just tired of partying each night only to return alone to an empty apartment. That was the crux of the matter; he was lonely. He wore a cheerful, exuberant mask at work…much like the one he wore now…so none of his acquaintances suspected his dark moods.

Shaking his head, Duo entered the heart of the club. Sensations of all kinds slammed into him. Music pounded in his ears, and bursts of colors flowed in front of his eyes. What seemed like an unending mass of people twisted and gyrated on the large dance floor. Each and every person either on the floor or sitting at a booth wore a black, fabric mask.

Scanning the interior, Duo now knew why the club was so exclusive. Decorated in black and cool tones of blue, there was a subtle undertone of sophistication everywhere he looked. Small alcoves along with open booths surrounded the dance floor, and on one wall was a long bar. Even the bartenders and waiters wore masks.

He was forced to move forward when several more people entered the room. Walking smoothly around the room, he found a stool at the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender smiled at him…the same smile as the butler’s. Soon after a few flourishes of bottles, a drink was placed in front of the braided man. Duo nodded his thanks, lifted the drink, and while sipping, scanned the people sitting at the booths. When his violet gaze fell on a table with three men at it, he froze.

Two of them sat on one side of the booth and were obviously a couple, but it was the third man that caught his vision. Unruly chocolate brown hair fell over the man’s forehead and into his eyes. The mask he wore couldn’t hide the sharp, faintly Japanese features that made his face exotic and beautiful.

Duo had always scoffed at the idea of love at first sight, but now wasn’t so sure of his convictions. The man at the booth was Duo’s vision of his perfect mate…as animalistic as it sounded. From his angle, Duo could see the scowl on the man’s lips perfectly and couldn’t help wanting to taste the sensual lips. The man suddenly shifted, and he found himself staring into a pair of intense cobalt eyes.

Smiling to cover up his nervousness, Duo finished off his drink and replaced it on the ice bar. Ignoring the eyes he felt on him, he thrust himself into the teeming mass of dancers. He gyrated against the others, losing himself in the pulsing beat.

Duo loved dancing and singing more than just about everything else in the world...really, anything that had to do with music he loved. This was why he went to the parties. So, when he felt the bodies pressing around him move way, his violet eyes snapped open, his brow furrowing.

The man stood in front of him; Duo licked his lips at the sight of the strong build. The man wore a flowing cobalt shirt that matched his eyes exactly and black hip-hugging pants. When he reached forward and cupped the back of the braided man’s neck, shivers ran up Duo’s spine. He was pulled closer and the man’s lips brushed his ear, making his already half-hard cock spring to attention inside his restrictive pants.

“Dance with me.” The words were whispered huskily in his eyes.

The normally talkative Duo was stunned into speechlessness. He nodded dumbly and almost moaned aloud when the man’s hard body pressed against his. The man seemed strangely hesitant suddenly. Duo wondered if the mask he wore allowed the man to be more outgoing than he normally was before losing himself again in the music. As they continued to dance, the man became more and more confident until he was thrusting and pressing his groin to Duo’s in reply to the braided man’s moves.

Unable to control the seductive smile that curved his lips, Duo turned and leaned his back against the man’s chest. He temptingly rubbed his ass across the growing hardness he found. He felt more than heard the groan that came from the man. Duo was just short enough that the man’s breath brushed his ear, sending more goose bumps coursing over his skin.

Swaying enticingly, he reached up and buried his fingers in the messy chocolate hair. The man’s hands slid from his waist to run across his stomach and hips. “Want a drink?” The words were, again, whispered into his ear.

Duo turned to face him. “Of course.” He grabbed one of the calloused hands that had caressed him and let the man lead him through the dancers. Duo soon found himself sitting beside the man and across from the couple he had seen earlier. One of them had light brown hair that covered half his face, almost eliminating the need for the black mask. The other had the countenance of an angel. Blonde hair shone in the blue lights, which also highlighted his brilliant aqua eyes.

“This is Trowa and Quatre,” the chocolate haired man explained.

Duo nodded at each then turned to his partner. “And you might be?”

“Heero. Heero Yuy.”

Duo’s grin widened. He knew somehow that Heero Yuy was going to be part of the rest of his life. “I’m Duo Maxwell.”

A waiter appeared and took their orders, and Duo turned to look at the pair across from him. “So, why aren’t you two out there on the floor?”

Quatre smirked at his lover as he answered Duo’s question. “Trowa only dances in private.” Duo laughed at the expression on Trowa’s face, feeling Heero’s eyes on him. “In fact,” Quatre continued, “Heero has never danced on the floor before. You must have really made an impact on him to actually get him out there.”

“Hn.” Heero scowled at his friend as the drinks arrived.

“Are you enjoying the club?” Trowa’s soft-spoken question cut through the music.

“Yes. It’s very sophisticated and elegant,” Duo replied. “And the people certainly know how to dance here.” He sent a wicked smirk at Heero and was rewarded with the flush of Heero’s cheeks.

“Do you think it’s too sophisticated for the average bisexual or homosexual?”

Duo sent a confused look at Quatre. “No, I don’t think so, although your lines are already a bit intimidating as they fill the streets…why?”

“Quatre is in the owner,” Heero explained, a smile pulling at his mouth at Duo’s stunned expression. “He is the head of Winner Enterprises Incorporated, and they’ve just decided to branch into the dance club business.”

Duo now understood why the blonde and his partner’s clothes were so expensive looking. Quatre Winner was easily one of the wealthiest men alive. “Well I’d say you were extremely successful.”

An angelic smile graced Quatre’s face as he ran a finger along the edge of his mask. “The whole mask idea isn’t over the top?”

“Nah, it allows people to act like themselves when they’ve always been afraid to before. It’s a great idea.”

Trowa’s mouth curved in a crooked smile. “I noticed someone who lost their inhibitions because they wore a mask.”

Another ripple of laughter ran around the table as Heero’s face reddened again. Trowa checked his watch and took Quatre’s hand. “It’s time we left, love.”

Quatre nodded and then reached into one of his pockets. “Here,” he said, holding a metal chip out. “Come anytime you want, Duo. You are always welcome, and come join us if we’re here as well. Just show this chip to the door guard.”

“Thanks, Quatre!” Duo replied, stunned at the multi-billionaire’s generosity. He watched as the two stood. When Trowa straightened and wrapped an arm around the blonde’s waist, Duo was surprised by his tall height. Beside him, the already short Quatre looked tiny.

Trowa placed his other hand on Heero’s shoulder. “He’s it.” Quatre nodded, and then they left.

Duo looked at Heero suspiciously. “What does he mean by that?”

“Nothing.” Cobalt eyes stared into violet. “Do you want to go as well?”

Studying Heero’s expression, Duo contemplated the question. He knew what would happen if he went home with the man but didn’t want a quick fling. “Tell me, Heero. Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I didn’t before…”

Hope exploded inside Duo’s heart. “And now?”

“I don’t know how I can’t.” Uncertainty colored Heero’s husky voice, and Duo could tell the quiet man wasn’t used to being unsure of himself.

Duo made his decision. “Come on, Heero. Let’s go.”

Together they left the dance room, Heero with a relieved look on his face. A masked man appeared in front of them holding two coats. “Thank you, Riggs,” Heero said, helping Duo put on his coat.

Exiting the club, they found the line just as long outside as it had been when Duo had first arrived over three hours ago. Heero gave Duo a sidelong glance. “Is my place okay?”

Duo laughed, thinking of his extremely trashed apartment. “Yeah, that sounds great.” Before he knew it, they were standing beside Heero’s car.

Heero shifted on his feet. “Duo…can I kiss you?”

Duo couldn’t hold back the gentle smile. On the dance floor, Heero had seemed so confident, but now his hesitancy was adorable, a term the strong man probably wouldn’t appreciatInstInstead of answering, he wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck and pulled him close. Brushing his lips across Heero’s, his eyes slid shut.

Heero pressed forward at the first touch of Duo’s lips. Duo let his tongue run along Heero’s lower lip, asking permission into paradise. Heero opened his mouth in acquiesce to Duo’s request and pulled Duo’s body closer. Reveling in the heavenly taste of his soon-to-be lover’s mouth, Duo ground his hardened arousal into Heero’s. Groans left both men’s throats as the kiss deepened.

Breaking apart in need of air, Duo tucked his head under Heero’s chin and moved his arms from the man’s neck to his waist. He had never felt anything like that kiss in his entire life. He could still feel little lightening bolts running over his skin.

Heero placed one last kiss on Duo’s forehead and then opened the car door and helped him inside. As he walked to the driver’s side he tried to get his arousal under control, but another look at Duo and his swollen lips made him lose it again. He only prayedwoulwouldn’t jump the poor man on the way to his penthouse.

They were soon on their way. “So, how do you know Trowa and Quatre?”

“Trowa is Quatre’s personal bodyguard, and I work for Quatre,” Heero replied as he drove the short distance to his apartment. “I head the security at the Winner Offices and the Masquerade.”

“Trowa isn’t just Quatre’s bodyguard, is he?” Duo teased with a grin.

A smile caught at Heero’s mouth. “It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? At first the heads of several of his departments were disgusted by the relationship, but most of have come to accept it.”

“I’m sure the head of the security department didn’t mind a bit, did he?”

Heero glanced at the braided man. “Hn.” He parked the car in his designated spot and helped Duo out. “Let’s go.” They made their way to Heero’s penthouse and entered.

“Well, it looks like Quatre isn’t the only one with money.” Duo whistled at the extravagant apartment.

Heero locked the door behind them anrnedrned to Duo a bit nervously. “Would you like some coffee or something?”

Duo heard the hesitancy there and decided to take control of the situation. “Yes…some café de Heero.” Without a word of warning, he grabbed Heero and pressed their lips together.

Heero immediately melted into the kiss, opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue into Duo’s. He ran his fingers over Duo’s cheeks and came in contact with the black mask. Breaking away, Heero asked, “May I?”

“Only if I can return the favor,” Duo answered.

A true smile spread across Heero’s lips as he peeled off Duo’s mask. His breath caught at the unhindered sight. “You’re more beautiful than I thought possible.”

Duo quickly removed Heero’s mask and cupped his face. “You’re not bad yourself.” Reaching up, he kissed Heero again. “Where’s the bedroom?” He ran a hand up Heero’s thigh to graze across his hard cock. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.

Heero couldn’t suppress moa moan at Duo’s words. “This way.” They slowly moved towards the bedroom, their progress hindered by their tendency to stop every few steps and taste each other’s mouths.

Entering the room, Duo backed up until he felt his knees bump against the bed. Falling back, he pulled Heero down on top of him. He groaned as their clothed erections met and rubbed against each other. As Heero continued to suck the breath out of him, he began to unbutton the cobalt shirt. Smooth, tanned skin was soon revealed, and Duo couldn’t resist running his fingers along the defined stomach and chest.

Heero’s muscled twitched and his cock jumped as Duo’s hands touched him. He sat up, leaving Duo’s sweet mouth and straddling his hips, to throw off the shirt. Reaching down, he lifted the hands that caressed him so gently and holding said hands in front of his face, removed the black fingerless gloves with his teeth. He pressed one of Duo’s fingers to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit. Duo shuddered delightfully, imagining that tongue on another part of his body.

With his unoccupied hand, Duo swiftly undid Heero’s belt and pulled it loose of his pants. When he reached for the clasp of his lover’s tight pants, he found Heero scooting back on the bed.

Heero motioned to Duo’s revealing leather shirt. “Off with it.”

With a grin, Duo pulled the offending garment off and threw it to the ground. Before he could say a word, Heero attacked him, pushing him back down to the bed. Calloused fingers played with one nipple as a hot mouth enclosed the other. “Oh gods…Heero,” Duo gasped at the sensations. “Don’t stop!” A groan escaped his throat as he felt his pants, boxers, and socks leave his body. “Now who’s overdressed?”

A low chuckle left Heero’s lips as he climbed off the bed and removed his own pants and socks, not having to worry about underwear because he didn’t wear any. For a moment, the two just stared at the other. Heero’s hand unconsciously dropped to his cock to try and relieve the ache.

Another groan came from Duo as Heero’s tanned hand stroked his weeping length. Rising up from the bed, he grabbed the man and pulled him back down to the bed. This time there were no barriers between them; both gasped at the contact of flesh against flesh. Duo trailed the tips of his fingers down Heero’s body to run through a forest of dark curls before finding the base of his cock.

Heero rested his forehead against Duo’s, propping his body up on his elbows. “Duo, what are you doing?”

Duo tugged on Heero’s earlobe with his teeth. “Exploring.”

A snort of laughter echoed in the room. “I’m sure you’ve seen such things before.” His statement was interspersed with gasps as Duo’s fingers pressed here and there on his cock and behind his balls.

Violet met cobalt. “This is different…very different.”

Heero could only manage a nod as he leaned on one elbow, freeing the other hand to mimic Duo’s movements. He felt Duo stiffen beneath him when one finger brushed the braided man’s puckered entrance. “What do you want, Duo?”

“You…I want you inside me…please, Heero,” Duo replied, his hand clenched around Heero’s cock and creating a tunnel for him to thrust into. He whimpered when Heero rolled away.

“I’m just getting some lube,” Heero explained as rolled back over on top of Duo. Before uncapping the tube, he met Duo’s eyes. “Will you let down your hair?”

Duo tatetated only a moment. He rarely if ever let his hair free for someone, but as he had stated before, Heero was different. He snapped the hair tie and sitting up slightly, shook his head.

Dropping the tube of lube, Heero buried his face and hands in the chestnut mass, pressing his whole body along the length of Duo’s. Duo’s hands were not stationary; they sped across Heero’s back to squeeze his ass. “Please, Heero,” he whimpered. “I need you now.” As much as Duo wanted to draw out their lovemaking, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer and wanted to climax with Heero inside of him.

“You’re amazing,” Heero whispered as he retrieved the lube and spread some on his fingers.

Ripples of ecstasy flew through Duo as Heero’s fingers played with his entrance. When one finger finally slid inside, Duo couldn’t help but sigh. Heero pressed his cock to the mattress as his finger was swallowed by Duo’s hot passage. Stretching him slowly, Duo kept histroltrol clamped down tightly.

Another digit was slipped in and then a third. When Heero found Duo’s sweet spot, the now unbraided man thrust back on the fingers inside of him, crying out loudly. “Now, Heero! I’m ready!”

Heero removed his fingers to smear some lube on his aching penis. Spreading Duo’s legs a little wider, he stared at the man below him. Duo lay vulnerable before him, his entrance quivering and cock shedding tears of pleasure. The beauty opened his violet eyes to look at Heero.

“I swear, lover…if you make me wait any longer…” Duo began.

Heero grabbed the base of his erection and guided the tip of Duo’s entrance, effectively ending Duo’s tirade. He pushed against the resistant ring of muscle until it suddenly relaxed, and he slipped in. A cry forced itself passed his lips as he slowly inched in. Finally embedded to the hilt, he waited, breathing harshly, for Duo to become accustomed to him.

Duo’s moans grew louder as the hot length filled him. He cherished the gentleness with which Heero took him. When he was ready, he clenched his muscles, drawing a hiss from the other man. “Make me yours, Heero,” he murmured.

“Mine” was the only word Heero could say as he pulled out until just the tip of his penis was inside. “You’re mine.” He pushed back in. Using carefully controlled thrusts, he set up an excruciating rhythm.

Duo was lost. There was no way he wasn’t in love with the man making love to him so tenderly. “Faster, Heero…can’t last…much longer…” When Heero tilted his hips and thrust in deeper, a scream ripped from Duo’s throat.

Heero increased the speed in accordance to his lover’s wishes and continued to aim for his prostate. “Duo, you…oh gods…” he tried to speak, to convey the feelings and emotions that were flooding him, but couldn’t articulate the words.

As Heero reached a hand between their sweating bodies to stroke Duo’s length, their thrusts became quicker and less controlled. Duo’s mind was overwhelmed with rapture as the hand on his length sped up as well. He felt his balls draw up tight to his body and force his seed up and out of his cock. He screamed Heero’s name as his release splattered across his stomach and chest.

Heero felt the wetness on his hand and Duo’s passage clenching around him. Tingles sped up his body starting at his groin, and thrusting twice more, he screamed as he came. Breathing heavily, he collapsed onto Duo’s chest, smearing Duo’s release all over both of them.

His softening cock slipped out of Duo, and both of them moaned at the feeling. Duo’s fingers trailed soothingly up and down Heero’s back. Heero rolled onto his back beside his lover and pulled him close. With a grin, he rubbed his hand in the mess on Duo’s belly. He raised it to his mouth and licked off the slightly bitter substance. “Mmm…this could be addicting, Duo.”

“You don’t hear any arguing, do you?” Duo replied languidly. “We should go clean up.”

“Hn.” Heero snuggled Duo closer. “Hai. In the morning.”

A soft laugh hung in the air as Duo lay a kiss tenderly on Heero’s lips. “I think I’m in love with you, Heero Yuy.”

Heero yawned sleepily, his eyelids drooping. “Good, because I know I’m in love with you.”

The beatific smile that crossed Duo’s face would have set the angels to singing if they had seen it. He wrapped his arms around his lover and nuzzled Heero’s neck. Soon, the breathing in the room had deepened and slowed to that of the untroubled sleeping soul.


Just a couple blocks away, another sated couple lay in bed. “So, Trowa, why do you only dance in private?” Quatre propped himself on one elbow on his side. He let a finger run along the high cheekbones of his lover.

Trowa’s emerald eyes sparkled with love. “You know when I dance with you I lose control. How can I protect you in public if you’re arousing me? I already have a hard enough time concentrating just being by you.” Long, skilled fingers ran through soft blonde hair. “You make sure I have a hard time concentrating, don’t you, little one?”

A wicked smile matched the glint in Quatre’s aqua eyes. “How can I help it? You do the same to me. Turn about is fair play.”

“C’mere.” Trowa knocked his lover’s elbow out from under him and pulled the small, strong body close. “I think I need to teach you a lesson about making me lose my concentration…”

Giggling, Quatre rubbed his reawakening arousal against Trowa’s belly. “Please…would you?”

Trowa laughed in return. “You’re insatiable!”

“I know, but you love me for it…”

“That I do…that I do.”


~Owari~