"The Basketball Diaries: Duo's Decline"

Part Four B

by Jenn Blackett

Legals: I don't own Gundam Wing, it is the property of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, and Bandai, and a whole bunch of far luckier people. But I will somehow own some doujinishi of Gundam Wing once I actually find a shop for it in NYC! heh...

Warnings: As always, adult situations/adult language, yaoi, yuri, hentai scenarios, LEMONICITY ((Lime is too tame for me)), rape, masturbation, darkness, drug abuse/use, blood, angst, yadda, yadda. If you're not 18 or too immature, I've warned you. Not responsible if you read it and are horribly corrupted. That's what repenting and prayer is for!

Pairings: Have been: 5xS, 1xR, 5x2, 3x4, RxH, RxC, RxD, (implied) 2xH, more to come....

After Heero's unsuccessful attempt to find a gun~~thankfully he only carries that in his Preventer uniform jacket now, years of hard work on her own part to make sure he didn't shoot the neighborhood cat because it decided to pounce at the wrong time~~the three sat down to whisper a soft grace over the meal. Hirde couldn't help it if her eyes strayed up slowly to watch Duo's lips murmuring the prayer softly, his head bowed, the soft fringes of his wild bangs falling across his forehead, veiling his eyes, just gracing his nose and making it wrinkle at the ticklish feel. She couldn't help how her gaze followed the curve of his neck just hidden by the collar of his shirt, all black as always, her imagination recalling how his body used to look when they were younger and shared an apartment. He certainly appeared as if he had grown some, more muscular, more intense and dark.

Hirde's teeth caught her lip, watching how his hands were clasped softly in prayer. She knew she should be burning in hell right now for how she was thinking of him. Imagination taking its toll as she could swear she saw his violet-tinged eyes flick up to catch and hold her own, glittering with dark sexuality and sentiments she had long denied, an erotic desire she had always felt for him but never voiced. She watched as he slowly stood, so graceful and dangerous in his steps over to her, stopping midway at the table, slowly holding up a hand, beckoning silently for her to take the hand of Death.

Her hand rose on its own accord as she stood, not even noticing Heero's eyes upon her as she went over to take Duo's hand, seeing the slow wicked smile curve his lips at this tiny victory. Promise of damnation in that smile, of sin. Oh, God, did this little mortal love sin. Her tongue slowly slid across her lips, wetting them, a trill of excitement coursing down her chest and stomach, settling between her legs as she felt her panties get wet. Duo's smile said he knew exactly what she was feeling, slight tsking sound under his breath. He was going to punish this naughty little girl.

Funny thing was she always liked punishment.

Hirde�s eyes followed the movement of his hand, sliding up her arm and her shoulder, toying with the sleeveless black turtleneck�s collar, peeking in at the skin beneath, before cupping her cheek in his hand. Breath stilling slowly, just every now and then ruffling his bangs from their close proximity, she licked her lips again, just aching for him to touch her harder, deeper, anywhere and everywhere. His eyes sparkled darkly as he watched her tongue, leaning down to flick his tongue against her slightly parted lips, her own meeting his own as she gasped a bit. Tongues dueling playfully, slowly snaking over each other�s lips, moistening them before a full kiss was engaged to explore the confines of each other�s mouths.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt Duo�s hand slide up her side and under the turtleneck, playing against the curve of her lacey bra, cupping her breast and softly squeezing. Her own hand, not unskilled, moved slowly down his back to scratch downwards with well-filed, blood red tinged nails. A slight smile of triumph lit her lips as she felt him shiver lightly. Knowing she could affect him was making Hirde feel more sensuous, less the little pixie girl that used to trail after him in a dreamy stupor.

�Wicked girl,� He whispered, a sly little gleam coming into his eyes. Hirde foggily wondered what Duo thought he was up to, before she gasped aloud. His fingers were working slowly up under her skirt to the wet, hot area between her legs, plucking at her panties and~~before she could draw in a breath~~sliding a finger up firmly inside of her.

Hirde retaliated, pushing Duo hard back on the table, uncaring that she knocked the roast off to roll to the floor, pulling her skirt up to straddle his waist, rocking on the finger still inside of her as her own hand slid to cup the bulge in his pants. Sinking her nails in with a somewhat naughty smile, she leaned down to breathe hotly against his face. �Duo, you don�t know how long I�ve waited to do this to you....�

�Yeah, it has been a long time, hasn�t it, Hirde?� Heero�s voice came from Duo�s lips.

She blinked. �What?�

The voice again, somewhat firmer. �It has been a long time since we last had everyone together, hasn�t it, Hirde?�

Hirde blinked, the vision that had laid under her with the wicked and inviting smile was gone and she was still sitting in her chair, staring at her plate which someone had placed mashed potatoes and roast on it for her. Duo was across from her, stuffing his face with food, in a somewhat more refined manner then he had possessed as a kid, but still as gluttonous. After all, he was still a growing boy.

Heero was at her side, his face as cold and impassive as usual, but his Prussian eyes were searching her features, as if he could read her thoughts. Hirde coughed lightly and looked away. �Hn... Yeah, long time. I still keep in touch with Relena though.�

�Relena!?� Duo�s voice came around a mouth full of food, pausing at Heero�s glare and reluctantly swallowing. �How do you still hang out with Relena, babe?�

�She�s more then a politician, Duo. She does have her own life, no da. In fact, she�s coming to visit this week... I don�t know when.�

�Ohhhh.... Yuy, how do you feel about Relena coming up? She�s gotten hot, man. Finally wearing some clothes that a man could want on a woman of her shape.�

�I don�t believe we should be talking about Vice Foreign Minister Darlian in such a manner, Maxwell.�

Hirde arched a brow. Heero actually sounded like he was defending Relena, if not for his very flat tone. Yeah, he was definitely going to be offering more then his protection to Relena when she comes up for a visit. That is, if Relena has anything to do with it, and she probably will.

Duo was quirking a wicked, sly little smile as he noted how Heero was acting. Hirde felt herself start to get hot again and subtly shifted her legs. She would have to get that taken care of soon.

�I was just saying, Yuy. You must have to control yourself every time she comes on screen. Tell me, Hirde,� He shifted his teasing to her. �Does Yuy have to mysteriously go to the bathroom a lot when Relena�s on screen?�

She smiled a little back, ignoring Heero�s blatant death glare. �Oh, hai, possibly six or seven times during a speech.�

�Really?� He paused, moistening his lips and waiting for a dramatic pause. �Do you buy much Vaseline, Hirde?�

There it went, a loud crack as Heero and Duo disappeared from the table only for the loud thud to meet on the floor. Hirde tried not to laugh as she peeked under the tablecloth to see the pair struggling on the floor, Heero trying to beat the shit out of Duo, and the latter laughing his ass off while trying to defend himself.

�Really, people, must there always be a fight for me to resolve when I come into a room?� A teasing, soft feminine tone invited from the doorway.

Hirde glanced over, distracted as she slowly looked up a pair of long, stocking-ed legs, a beige silk skirt riding at just mid-thigh and hinting at the garters holding her stockings up. A curvy form was incased in a button-up silk shirt and a matching jacket, one elegant hand placed on her hip, shoulder-length beige hair loose and flowing, a fringe of straight-edged cut bangs high-lighting her cornflower blue eyes. She waved a finger softly at the boys on the floor. �Tsk, tsk. Don�t make me have to call in the Preventers to restrain you two....�

�Relena.� Heero said quietly, a strange note in his tone as he immediately let go of Duo and stood, stiff and respectful. If one failed to note the way his eyes looked her over in a dark manner from under his messy bangs....

�THAT�S Relena!?� Duo coughed hard as Heero whapped him hard over the head for that comment.

Relena chuckled softly, waving her hand a little at him. �Hai, and you are Duo Maxwell. Long time, no see....� Relena�s eyes glittered somewhat strangely as she looked at Duo before flicking a quiet look over to Heero, as in, �we need to talk later.�

The Perfect Soldier nodded slightly to her in understanding.

Shrugging off that strange occurrence, Hirde smiled as she walked over to give Relena a hug. �Hey, Rellie. Has was your flight? It�s good to see you.�

�It was alright. Boring and unattractive people the whole way.� She sighed, bored. Her eyes glittered softly as she looked to Hirde, sliding a hand playfully across the side of Hirde�s breast when she hugged her, pressing cool lips with just a slight hint of tongue across Hirde�s cheek before she pulled back. �I�m sure I won�t be bored here though.�

Hirde coughed a bit to belay the sensuous look in Relena�s eyes. Well, it would be one way to satisfy this little ache inside of her from that fantasy of Duo on the table, but not now.

Luckily, Duo hadn�t noticed the exchange, too busy rubbing the back of his head and looking for sympathy from a stoic Heero. He wasn�t getting any so he just pouted pitifully and looked at his watch. �Well, I should be going now anyway. You two probably have to catch up and such without me in the way....�

�No, Duo, you don�t have to--.� Hirde started, but Relena cut her off.

�Oh, arigato, Maxwell-san.� Charming smile. �I�m sure we�ll be seeing you all too soon again...�

Why did that sound somewhat sinister to her ears?

Duo nodded after a moment, grabbing his leather jacket and pulling it on. �Hai, then oyasumi (1), guys!�

�Wait, Duo!� Hirde broke from the pair in the dining room, walking over to stand a few inches from Duo, smiling softly. �I hope you enjoyed tonight enough to come back again soon, hai?�

He watched her a few moments, his eyes dark as if battling for some inner strength or something. She couldn�t tell if he won or lost and what that meant. Finally, he nodded. �Hai, I�ll see you again soon.�

Hirde couldn�t help what she did next. In one impulsive move, she hugged him tight, pressing her slight, curvy form against him and sighing. �Arigato, Maxwell.� You don�t know what this means to me, she thought softly.

Heero�s glare and Relena�s cool look went unnoticed as Duo softly pushed her from his arms, his lip caught between his teeth as if the action wasn�t entirely voluntary. Or was she reading too much into things? �Hai, oyasumi, Hirde.� His voice was soft, low, almost whispering things of promise right before he walked out the door into the false night of the colony.

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A sharp moaning was heard through the quiet of the apartment, unbeknownst to the sleeping raven-haired girl two doors down. Clothes were torn, a chair knocked down along with computer, soft curses as scratches and bites were exchanged in the effort to taste and touch everything all at once. Finally, they were nude and nothing lay between them.

She pushed her nails hard into his shoulders, opening her legs wide and rubbing her hot, aching core up against his hardness, beckoning him.

Like most things in life, his lips took a feral grin as he took her, violently, passionately, the only thing he really enjoyed in his cold little existence. Possession, victory.

Her sharp moan definitely told him he had secured victory as she bit him in the shoulder, spasming around him hard. He followed after her in a few sharp, quick thrusts, breathing hard against her neck before claiming her lips in a hard, possessive kiss.

They were together again. That�s all that mattered.

Now what were they to do?

Her blue eyes sparkled softly from where her bangs had stuck them sweatily to her brow. �I have an idea, Heero....�

�Relena....� He added softly, warningly.

�Ne, hear me out.... I have an idea on how to protect Hirde once and for all by giving Duo Maxwell exactly what he wants....�

�And what would that be?�

�Sex.�

~~TBC

(1)Oyasumi: Good Night