Last revised: 10/13/99

I'm not entirely sure where the inspiration for this weird little songfic came from... probably from the various Duo-as-prostitute fics on the mailing lists, but who knows? ^_^;

I might as well warn you guys that this is a rather... bizarre... story because I'm writing this at 4 AM in the morning. For all I know, it may be *totally* incoherent. Oh well... <helpless shrug>

MH: <yelling at muse> NOW will you leave me alone!?

MH's muse: <scanning yard-long checklist> Nope! :P You still have to write a vidfics for that song from the Toadies and that oldie song "Does He Love Me?"

*** WARNING: lemon

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A Gundam Wing songfic
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SEX TYPE THING
by Stone Temple Pilots
from the album "Core"
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It all started with the video disk sent anonymously through the mail. When I saw the first scene, my first impulse was to destroy it. The images and sounds sickened me to the core. Bile rose in my throat as I recognized the young boy writhing and crying as he lay pinned under some unidentified pervert who pounded repeatedly into the helpless young body beneath him. There was no mistaking that particular shade of chestnut brown hair and those wide, blue-violet eyes....

The camera was merciless. The images kept coming, an endless stream of nameless, faceless men and women who ruthlessly used a young boy for their own pleasure. And as the pictures progressed, the boy became older, but that only seemed to drive the abusers to greater excesses of lust and debauchery.

I wanted to turn the viewer off, destroy the disk, and forget about all the horrible things I saw. But I couldn't. I forced myself to continue watching. I had to know more about Duo Maxwell's past. Six years old... seven... eight... nine... ten.... The passing years only made Duo more alluring to his 'clients'.

But as I continued to watch, I started to notice something strange... something about Duo. Somehow... somehow over the years, the balance of power had subtly shifted. It was no longer a simple matter of the abuser and the abused, but rather the seducer and the seduced. And I began to wonder whether Duo was the seduced... or was he now the seducer? It was so hard to tell.

There were no obvious signs. On the surface, the scenerios were the same as when he was a child -- a young boy sitting in a bedroom, waiting for complete stranger or strangers to use him as he or she or they saw fit. They hit him, they beat him, they thrust themselves or various sex toys into every available orifice in his body... and yet.... He did not resist and by this time, he rarely made any noise, except for the occasional cry from a particularly painful blow or thrust. It would be reasonable to assume that he was simply numb and broken after years of relentless prostitution.

And yet....

In the beginning, I had forced myself to watch the damned video from some obscure sense of duty and responsibility, but now I found myself unable to stop. I desperately wanted to figure out this enigma that this boy who now called himself Duo Maxwell. I focused my attention on him, looking for clues that would support or refute my admittedly outlandish suspicions. After all, how could any normal person *enjoy* being used as a sex toy by a total stranger?

I found myself noticing how his hair spread across the pillows like a shroud of fawn-colored silk. And one could easily drown in the bottomless depths of those violet eyes.

Eleven years old... twelve.... The images finally stopped and I sighed in relief. To my chagrin, I found my hand twitching, almost as if it ached to glide over all that smooth skin of his body, to trace the beguiling curves and surfaces of his body. God knows, it seemed that plenty of people had been willing to pay for that particular pleasure.

But I had relaxed too soon. Just as I was about to eject the disk, more pictures appeared on the monitor... and they were recent. A beautiful child had grown into an alluring teenager of sixteen years and I found I couldn't look away. The other person or persons on the screen seemed to fade into the background, simply minor distractions from his beautiful body. Before, he used to lie or stand passively while the strangers did what they pleased to him, but now... now he aroused, he excited, he coaxed, he tempted....

The seducer, indeed. I had the answer to my question, but it was now too late. I was ensnared by a violet-eyed vision.

How could I let this happen? His bizarre mixture of insane cheerfulness, cocky attitude, and casualness used to only irritate and occasionally infuriate me. That annoyance enabled me to dismiss him as irrelevent or merely consider him a distraction as I pursue my goals.

But the blatantly explicit images of Duo now seemed to be etched into my brain. I was hopelessly entranced by his sexuality, both the subtle and the blatant.

I could no longer ignore him.

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And now I stand amid the potted palms, watching Duo Maxwell as he casually drifts around the large ballroom. Knowing what I do about his childhood on the streets, I would have expected that a high class evening party like this would have made him feel acutely uncomfortable. However, he seems perfectly at ease, his manners both impeccable, but still uniquely his own.

As soon as I walk into the room, my eyes are drawn to him. I've been dreaming about him constantly. I can't help wondering how it would feel to touch him... to caress him... to hold him in my arms. It seems so unfair that so many others have had that experience, but not me.

I see him with new eyes. How could I have missed that seductive curve of his buttocks? The beguiling tilt of his head that sends that gleaming, thick braid of hair into rippling motion? Everything he does entices, but he does it so naturally and so subtly that no one else seems to notice.

Am I obsessed with Duo Maxwell? Undoubtedly. But knowing about it doesn't help me one damn bit.

Then again, they haven't seen what I've seen. They haven't seen images of Duo sprawled naked on a bed, his white skin a stark contrast to the decadent black satin sheets. They haven't seen him with his eyes glazed with lust and passion... pleasure and pain. No one except myself seems to have any idea how much dark fire lies hidden beneath that cheerful, nonchalant facade.

I watch him wander around the room, wineglass in one hand and an hor d'oevre in the other. How can he make eating a cracker so erotic? I feel a trinkle of sweat running through my hair as I see him daintily licking his lips to catch those last few bits of caviar.

Then he suddenly turns and looks directly at me.

Oh god. He knows that I know about him. I can see it in his knowing eyes and in that sly little grin that hints at dark secrets.

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I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
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I hastily look away. Several people walk up to me and start chattering, but I'm too distracted to pay much attention. I gaze blankly in their direction while I do my best to ignore his existence.

A quick peek at Duo tells me that my act isn't working one damn bit.

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I ain't, I ain't, I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity?
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Oh, that smile. How can a little upward curve of those perfect lips hold so many tempting promises?

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I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
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It's like he can see into my head. I can pretend all I want, but his eyes tell me that I can't fool him. He knows that I've been watching him... that I've been dreaming about him....

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I am a man, a man
I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress
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I can almost hear him whispering in my ear, 'Let me show you....'

Show me what? I'm afraid to guess... and I'm just as afraid to miss out on whatever he's offering.

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I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
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Does he have any idea what I've been fantasizing about these last few weeks? Does he know that I find myself wondering what he would taste like? Does he know that have this insane craving to undo that braid and sink my fingers into that long chestnut hair?

He probably does. In fact, I'm sure of it. His clients certainly did it often enough.

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Here I come, I come, I come
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Hell, he's headed this way. The floor's packed with people, but they're all sliding out of his path like he's some sort of deadly predator.

And I'm his quarry.

No. This is all wrong. The last thing I need is to get 'involved' with Duo Maxwell.

I can't deal with this. I'm out of here.

* * *

Here I am, spending my night wandering aimlessly around this elaborate formal garden and doing my best to hide from Duo. Rather pathetic, isn't it? After all, I've looked death in the eye, so facing down Duo should be easy.

But on the other hand, if you're dead, you're just dead. I have a nasty feeling that if I actually get involved with Duo... if I let him get his claws into me, I'll be worse than dead.

I'll be damned.

"There you are."

I whirl around to see Duo standing a few steps away, that same little smile on his face. I realize my mistake. Duo is not the sort of person who gives up easily.

And he wants me.

I stand my ground as he approaches and in a hostile voice, I say, "What do you you want?"

"Ah, but it's not a question of what I want. It's a matter of what *you* want."

"I want you to go away and leave me the hell alone!"

Duo reaches out and gently caresses my right cheek. To my dismay, I find myself blushing wildly.

"No, you don't," he says confidently. "I have an instinct for this sort of thing.

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I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
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His hand shifts and his slim, but strong fingers delicately traces my cheekbones and the line of my nose.

"What you want...," Duo murmurs huskily, "is me."

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I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
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"Go away," I say as decisively as possible.

"Your mouth says one thing." He leans closer and brushs a kiss over my burning lips. "But your body and your eyes say something different." Then he kisses me again, but this time, he did a much more thorough job off it.

I could shove him away. I could hit him. But I do none of those things as his hands slowly slide under my clothes and stroke my bare skin. I feel the blood rush from my head to my lower body. The next thing I know, we're both down on the grass. Duo continues to caress my body, gently teasing my nipples with both hand and mouth until they're unbelievably sensitive. Even the exquisite care he uses in removing my clothes became an utterly arousing act.

He seems to know exactly the right places to touch me and every caress floods my brain with a swirl of pleasure and desire. The seductive sensations he created with his every touch makes me more thoroughly his prisoner than any amount of force. After the first instant of shock, I have no wish to be anywhere except in his hands.

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I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
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The heat continues to build until I start to thrust my hips against his in the mindless pursuit of more pleasure. He stares down at me and whisper in my ear, "Is that what you really want?"

I can only gasp and pant, but I manage a definite nod.

He smiles faintly. He puts his fingers in my mouth and I lick them, savoring the taste of his flesh in my mouth. He then reaches between my legs and slips his fingers into me. I moan in utter ecstasy as he strokes me from within. Then the next thing I know, my legs are up in the air and he's thrusting inside me. There's a searing flash of pain, but before it can truly register, my body convulses as a tidal wave of pure orgasmic pleasure sweeps it and the entire world away.

I don't know how long I lay on the soft, slightly dampy grass, panting in satiated exhaustion. I might have even passed out briefly. But when I finally become capable of coherent thought, an eerie chill sweep through me as I see Duo. He watches me with a definite air of satisfaction, but it's clear that he hadn't achieved release himself. That fact doesn't seem to bother him.

Bewildered, I begin to sit up, then freeze as I hear a familiar, slightly nasal voice speaking to me.

"Relena, a few weeks ago, you demanded to know what was between me and Duo. Now do you understand?"

"H-H-Heero!?" I gasp in horror and disbelief as I watch Heero Yuy emerge from the shadow of a nearby clump of trees. He gazes indifferently at my naked, grass-stained body, then his eyes watch with a distinctly hungry intensity as Duo calmly rises to his feet and fastens his pants.

"I-I-I... I don't understand! Heero... you... you and Duo...?"

"Relena, it's a sex type thing," Duo says with a fierce smile, the dark passions of his scarred soul gleaming in his violet eyes.

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Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
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Theres a strange pang in my heart and a heavy knot in my gut as I watch Duo walk over to Heero and caress his face with the same hands that had so recently touched mine... kiss Heero's mouth with the same lips that had so recently kissed mine. And I feel a flare of jealous anger as I see Heero sink his hand into Duo's thick, silky hair....

As I watch Duo sling his arm over Heero's shoulder and the two of them walk away into the garden's shadows, I feel tears dripping down my face. But whether my hurt comes from losing Heero or from losing Duo, I have absolutely no idea.

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