A/N: Saw a photo on tumblr and decided to finally start writing one of those many urban fantasy ideas I keep floating around with maevemauvaise. Lots of thanks to kangofu-cb for the Quatre ideas. And also, thanks to our Weird Ideas club lol? (Amberly and ChronicWhimsy and Maeve and Kangofu-Cb and Simulacryn)
A/N2: Thanks always to Ro. I have literally no idea how you put up with me, but we both know I'd be nothing without you so thank you. Always, always thank you.
A/N3: Just wanted to write something for Smutty Sunday. This will HOPEFULLY be the Prologue to a much longer, complicated fic that draws a lot from The Mummy.
A/N4: Title is inspired by the Halsey song "Young God" because of course it is.
A/N5: Please review. Please. Please.
Pairings: 3xR, 2x5, 4x6, others no doubt
Warnings: angst, language, sex, supernatural things, violence, drug use
Young Gods
Prologue
Duo had a lifetime of doing stupid shit. He had, he liked to think, made it into a bit of an art form.
That didn't mean he wasn't aware that sometimes, the stupid shit he did was… really stupid. Really, really stupid in the kind of ways that meant he was probably going to die or, at the very least, end up in jail.
He also knew that he was a creature of habit and, well, he had a habit of finding angry, unapproachable guys hot and approaching them with propositions that usually resulted in him getting told to fuck off but sometimes resulted in him getting invited somewhere horizontal.
He had been pretty sure that the hot guy at the club, with his fierce scowl and his sneer for everyone who tried to feel him up on the dance floor as he danced alone, with the kind of confidence and abandonment that Duo both envied and found desperately attractive, was just going to be another tally in the 'fuck off' column, but Duo decided it was worth the risk all the same. Even with his recent streak of absolutely shit luck.
He hadn't been a horny idiot, like the other guys, who just shoved their way through the press of bodies until they were basically humping against the hot guy, until the hot guy gave them a look of pure scorn that probably had some of them pissing themselves. Most of them melted away at just the look, but a few needed what looked like either a few choice words or a pointed demonstration of what the guy did with dicks he wasn't interested in.
It turned Duo on even more and yeah, he was something like completely confident he was going to be shot down, but hey, he was young, there was only one life to live, and whatever club shit Hilde had slipped to him was doing wonders for his self-confidence and already admittedly low inhibitions.
So he eased through the sweaty press of bodies on the dance floor, stepping away from the hands that reached for him until, finally, he was close to the gorgeous dark eyed man without being pressed up against him.
The club had been playing a steady, heart-syncing flow of electronica that Duo didn't care for nearly as much as Hilde did, but that certainly made it easier not to think, and definitely didn't require any real skill on the dance floor.
The guy, his dark eyes matched by loose, shoulder-length black hair that moved like silk over his shoulders and dark clothes that hugged his lean body but left his arms and a deep vee of chest exposed, was probably the most gorgeous and unapproachable man Duo had ever seen.
He wondered how it was possible to project such a tangible sense of fuck off while dancing in the middle of a crowded club.
Duo probably, definitely, considering everything that happened afterwards, should have definitely decided to fuck off and not idle closer until, like magic, the music shifted after thirty minutes of upbeat tempo crap to something just slow enough that it might if you were drunk or high enough - and Duo was both - be considered almost a slow song.
The dark eyed man's dancing had slowed to a graceful swaying, and, as close as he was, Duo could see the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead and upper lip. He wondered what those delicate beads tasted like.
"D'you wanna?"
He had to repeat the question when it was met with a confused scowl the first time, had to add in a gesture that he hoped looked like an invitation.
The dark eyed man considered him with a long look, taking in Duo's entire appearance, head to toe, and Duo, who knew he looked good - had, after all, taken the time to look damn good tonight on the off-chance that he ran into his ex so he could make it really, really clear that the asshole was missing out and that Duo was fine - found himself squirming under the gaze.
But then the man shrugged and held out one of his arms, the flesh bare golden and smooth, and Duo wrapped his hand in the proffered one and felt his pulse thrum in ecstasy.
Then again, it could be the ecstasy.
There had been the risk of The Ex, and Duo making a fool of himself, and Hilde had said she was going to do it, and while Duo didn't do drugs often, tonight had felt like a good night to do some.
The guy felt amazing, his body radiating heat and strength, and when one of his hands moved from Duo's lower back to his ass and pulled him closer, Duo was pretty sure he wasn't going to get told to fuck off. At least, not yet.
They danced like that for a while, the guy's hand on his ass and his other hand fiddling with the collar of Duo's button-up in a way that somehow felt more intimate than the much more southerly one. Duo, for his part, kept his hands on the man's hips, his grip loose, and he tried not to breathe too deeply when the other man leaned his head close. He didn't want to come off as some kind of creep, who went around sniffing gorgeous guys but-
But the guy smelled like sweat, like the smoke or the haze or whatever they were pumping into the club and, Duo really couldn't help but notice as he drew in a deeper breath than he should, lemon and sandalwood.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity but definitely not long enough, the guy pulled back, the hand on Duo's ass falling away and the one around his neck trailing down Duo's right arm and easing Duo's hand off his hip.
"I need water," the man said, his lips close enough to Duo's ear that he could feel the warm puff of his breath.
Duo nodded.
"Sure, uh, thanks for-"
But the man wasn't walking away from Duo, wasn't leaving him stranded on the dance floor but was, instead, tugging Duo through the crowd with him.
They edged up to the bar, Duo keenly aware of both the way his hand fit in the other man's and the fact that he was grinning, probably like an idiot - definitely like an idiot if the eyeroll Hilde, already at the bar with two other women vying for her attention, shot his way was any indication.
The man bought a bottle of water and Duo watched him drink it, watched his throat work as he swallowed, and really hoped he got to experience what it felt like to be in that position.
He offered Duo a sip, which Duo took, more because he wanted his lips to be in the same place the man's had been than because he wanted to hydrate.
The man left the empty bottle on the bar top and then grabbed Duo's hand again.
Back on the dance floor, the music had picked up in tempo again, and Duo didn't know quite what to do, where to put his hands or-
The other man clearly knew what he wanted, though. He positioned himself in front of Duo, his back pressed against Duo's front, and put Duo's hands back on his hips.
They danced together like that for a while, each pulse of music echoing through Duo's body and each feel of the man's sinuous body against his own making him wonder if this was heaven or hell. He'd been half hard for at least fifteen minutes, had done his level best to keep his dick from stabbing the other man in the ass too many times, but when the other man eventually turned around in his arms, his dark eyes hooded and a smirk on his lips, Duo could feel that he wasn't the only one turned on.
He did some smirking of his own then, and leaned down to brush his lips over the other man's cheek, trailing them across a few strands of soft hair, until Duo arrived at his ear.
He felt the man shiver against him.
"Let me take you home."
The shiver become a kind of roll, hips arching against Duo and cocks rubbing together through too many layers of clothing.
"Can't." The man's fingers were in Duo's hair, pulling his head closer, and his lips were open and moist against Duo's ear. "I'm meeting someone."
Well. That sucked.
Duo started to pull away, his arousal dying and his instincts of yeah, of course bad shit happens, time to duck and run kicking in.
But the man was tugging on his hand again, pulling Duo off the dance floor but not towards the bar.
They pushed their way through a narrow hallway, and the man held open the door to the bathroom for Duo before slamming it shut by pressing Duo's body back against it and pressing his body against Duo's.
The bathroom was startlingly silent after the deafening music of the club, and it took Duo a moment to adjust to the silence and to the bright lights bouncing off the sort-of white tiles and much less white walls.
"Okay. This works too," Duo decided, as the slightly shorter man looked up at him with eyes that were searing him.
The other man's fingers tugged Duo's head down and their lips met in a kiss that was, for lack of any ability to describe it beyond holy fuck, yes, amazing.
The man was still so hot, his body firm and his lips just as firm, slanting over Duo's with a kind of fierce, frenetic energy that made Duo feel like the club music was still pounding into his ears and guiding his heartbeat.
Duo held him close, feeling it was safe to move his hands from the man's narrow hips to cup his ass, digging his fingers into the flesh when the other man groaned and hitched himself closer.
He felt the swipe of the man's tongue and Duo opened his mouth, greedily sucking him in, twining his own tongue with the other man's, and fuck.
It had been… Well, it had been six months since he'd fucked anyone, a full three since he'd even kissed anyone. It was impossible to forget how good it felt to be joined together with someone like this, but damn, this was the reminder that Duo had really, really needed to get himself out of the post-dumped funk he had been drowning in for the last six months.
The man's fingers moved down to Duo's waist, nimble and determined, and not wasting any time taking in the sights as he unzipped Duo's jeans and reached inside.
Duo moaned at the feel of a hand on his cock, so so grateful he hadn't worn underwear, and even more grateful that the hand touching him wasn't his own.
The man pulled away from Duo's mouth, both of them panting, both of them staring at each other's lips.
"Do you have a condom?" the man asked.
Duo shook his head in the negative. He hadn't thought that far ahead, sure as hell hadn't planned on getting any kind of lucky that would necessitate a condom.
The man made a face, but he wrapped his hand around Duo's cock, gripping the flesh and stroking it in a firm, downright possessive way that had Duo closing his eyes and fisting his hands in the man's shirt.
"Pity. I wanted you to fuck me."
Duo let out a chuckle that quickly turned into a moan.
"Me fucking too," he gasped when the man twisted his hand, applying pressure to the shaft of Duo's cock and also pressing his thumb against the broad head at the same time. The sensations went a long way towards making Duo forget his own stupidly easy to remember name.
Forgetting how to breathe came next, when the man sank down to his knees and licked the tip of Duo's cock, his tongue swirling the leaking precum around and then down Duo's shaft.
"Fuck," Duo whined. Whined because fuck fuck fuck.
The man was a god, a literal god on earth or something, because his tongue and his mouth and the hand that had moved from Duo's cock to his balls, and holy fuck.
"I- Jesus. Fuck, dude. You're- Oh Jesus, Jesus-"
The man pulled away, a trail of saliva and precum still connecting his lips to Duo's cock, and he glared up at him.
"My name is Wufei. If you feel like praying, I'd appreciate you getting the name right."
Duo was startled into a laugh, and the moment struck him as - not so much surreal as real, too real. He'd forgotten that sex was fun, that it felt good to be touched and not be braced for a fight. Hell, he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to laugh.
"Wufei," Duo tested out the name. "Fuck, Wufei!"
The man had latched onto Duo's cock again, his tongue tracing the underside even as he sucked on it, his cheeks hollowed and his eyes so dark and bottomless that Duo felt like he was going to drown.
Which, speaking of drowning - it had been a while, for Duo, and the drugs and the three shots of Jaegermeister he had done with Hilde weren't doing him any favors in the stamina department.
"I'm close," he grunted when Wufei's hand roamed from his balls to the crease between Duo's ass cheeks. He felt a finger probe him and he spread his legs as much as the jeans he was wearing and his position would allow.
Duo whimpered when Wufei pressed his finger inside, and wished like fuck he had condoms and lube on him.
"Fuck, Wufei, I'm serious. I'm going to cum. If you-"
Wufei made absolutely no move to pull away and Duo stopped trying to fight himself. He gave a weak, experimental thrust forward and Wufei hummed, changing the angle of his head, and Duo thrust again and fuck fuck.
"Wufei, oh Wufei, you're so fucking- Fuck!" He came with blinding intensity, the edges of his vision blurring and his whole body singing with release.
Duo had to use the door behind himself to stay upright, but even so he slumped a little, had to catch himself before he slid down to the floor.
Wufei pulled away, Duo's half-hard cock slowly slipping from his lips, and Duo sighed.
"I like your cock," the other man said, giving it a fond tug before tucking it back inside Duo's jeans.
"I, uh, like it too?" Duo managed to say, a little disconcerted when Wufei zipped him back up and stood up.
Wufei smirked, and Duo, while he could admit the smirk was a good look for him, gave in to his urge to kiss the expression off of the other man's face.
He could taste himself in the other man's mouth, but he didn't care and neither did Wufei. His fingers sifted through Duo's hair as he pulled him closer, and Duo moved away from the door, lips locked onto Wufei's as they stumbled across the bathroom and against the wall of the nearest stall.
Wufei made a grumble of protest in Duo's mouth, and Duo stood up.
"Sorry," he mumbled against Wufei's lips.
Wufei just kissed him again, accepting the apology or just not caring, and while their mouths were occupied Duo reached between them and felt Wufei's cock, still hard or at least hard again, trapped in the confines of his tight black trousers.
Wufei, unlike Duo, was wearing underwear, and as Duo shoved the underwear and trousers down, he heard the clatter of something fall from Wufei's pockets.
Neither of them paid much attention, but when Duo moved away from Wufei, the other man gave him a petulant look.
"Lean against the sink," Duo instructed. "You said you wanted to be fucked."
"You said you didn't have a condom," Wufei reminded him.
"True," Duo agreed. He leaned close and ran his tongue over the shell of Wufei's ear and then bit down on his earlobe. "But that's not the only thing I can fuck you with."
Duo had to laugh at how quickly Wufei moved, leaning over the counter and bracing himself against it while he spread his legs wide.
"Damn, Wufei, your ass is a work of art," Duo whistled as he looked at the two round, pale globes before him and the dark ring nestled between them, Wufei's heavy scrotum and hard cock visible between his legs.
Wufei looked back at him in the mirror, his dark eyes hooded again and his lips parted.
"I'm glad you approve. Maybe you could demonstrate your appreciation?"
Duo chuckled. He wasn't used to bossy, but he liked it. He liked it a lot.
He ran his hands over Wufei's ass, teasing him, squeezing the firm flesh and kneading it until Wufei gave him a dark look.
"I'm Duo, by the way. If you wanted to start ordering me around."
"I don't need your name for that," Wufei bit out. "But will you please- Fuck."
"Please what?" Duo asked. He had moved one hand to Wufei's front and taken Wufei's hard, leaking cock in hand while his other continued to trace over Wufei's ass, circling closer to his anus, and Wufei shifted towards him.
"Impatient, aren't you?" Duo had to laugh.
"Did I tease you like this?" Wufei growled.
"No," Duo admitted with a smirk. "Feel free to next time."
Wufei's lips twitched and then fell open in a moan as Duo ran his right index finger over the sensitive skin of his perineum. He kept his touch light, but firm, and Wufei rocked into it.
"I really, really wish I had a condom," Duo muttered as he looked down at the sight.
"Next time," Wufei murmured.
"Hm," Duo agreed. He sincerely hoped there was a next time. He needed to get Wufei's number.
He moved his hand upwards, towards Wufei's anus, and he pressed against it with his thumb.
Duo looked down at the floor, decided it wasn't that bad, and knelt down so he was in a better position.
He moved both of his hands to Wufei's thighs and ass, spreading his cheeks apart, and leaned forward.
The first touch of his tongue had Wufei swearing, as Duo traced the same path from his balls, across his perineum and to the tight bud between his cheeks.
"Duo," Wufei moaned, and damn, it felt good to hear someone say his name like that.
And Wufei… Duo circled his tongue around the man's hole, savouring the smooth skin of his thighs and ass and breathing in the scent of sandalwood, lemon and sex. Fuck, but he had missed this.
He teased Wufei with his tongue, pushing against him, pressing forward until Wufei was making noises that Duo was pretty sure the other man wasn't aware he was making and would definitely deny were coming from his mouth.
He moved one hand back to Wufei's cock, smoothing precum down the shaft and stroking it slowly, firmly.
Wufei rocked into the touch, moving forward and then backwards, and Duo used the momentum to help him, his tongue entering Wufei's body, and both of them groaned.
Duo wriggled his tongue around, tasting the other man, and fuck, he was tight - so, so tight - and Duo really, really wished he had a condom.
"Duo, Duo, that's- Yes, yes."
As much as Wufei seemed to be enjoying it, Duo didn't think he was going to be able to get him off with just his tongue, not in this scenario.
He pulled away slowly, sucking on the flesh before him and leaving as much saliva as he could behind, and he moved the hand from Wufei's cock to his ass, replacing his tongue with one finger, and Wufei moaned again.
Duo stood back up, trailing his mouth and tongue over Wufei's ass and lower back as he did, and he met Wufei's gaze in the mirror.
The man's dark eyes were unfocused, the muscles in his neck bunched with effort, and he looked beyond sexy.
Duo moved his other hand to Wufei's cock, and as he slipped a second finger into Wufei's body and heard the man croon in delight, felt that knot inside Wufei's body with his fingers, Duo pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, licking the sweat he found there.
"Tell me what you want. How do you like it."
"Just- just like this," Wufei panted. "It's, fuck, it's good, Duo. Just- Yes, yes."
Duo kept it with just two fingers. It was easier to maneuver them, and it wasn't like he was stretching Wufei to accommodate anything larger. The other man didn't seem to have any complaints, either.
He scissored his fingers open and Wufei's white-knuckled grip on the sink counter spasmed.
Duo felt the other man's body clamp down around his fingers, felt his cock shudder, felt cum spurt over his hand, and he continued to stroke Wufei through it, easing his grip until it was more of a caress.
"Fuck," Wufei breathed, and Duo couldn't help but chuckle.
Wufei met his gaze in the mirror again and he smirked.
He gently pushed Duo away, from both his ass and his cock, and Duo gave him space.
He did watch, though, as Wufei wet a paper towel in the sink and cleaned himself off.
"I like your ass," he said.
Wufei looked over at him, head tilted to the side and long hair falling around his cheeks in a way that made him look somehow gentle and vulnerable.
"I like it too," he used Duo's earlier words, and Duo had to laugh.
He decided to stop watching Wufei, though, and do a bit of cleaning himself. He washed his hands off and accepted the dry paper towel Wufei passed him.
"So, uh, any chance I could get your number?" Duo had to ask, knew he would probably regret it forever if he didn't.
Wufei smirked again and shrugged one shoulder as he finished washing his own hands.
"There's a good chance, yeah."
Duo rolled his eyes.
"So, can I-"
The door to the bathroom banged open and a small, furious-looking woman barged in.
"Wufei! Where the fuck have you been?! I've been looking everywhere for you. We have to go, and you- " She looked at Duo, looked at the disheveled state of both their clothes. "Great. I'm out here doing my job and you are in the bathroom fucking the gweilo. This is why I don't like to work with you. You think with your dick first and-"
"Will you get out of the men's bathroom?" Wufei hissed at her, looking fairly furious himself.
They glared at each other, and she made no move to leave.
Wufei muttered something under his breath, but he crumpled up the paper towel in his hands and tossed in into the wall-mounted trash can.
He turned to Duo with an apologetic expression on his face.
"I have to go. I'm-"
"Meeting someone, right. I remember. I, uh," Duo looked awkwardly at the woman again, who had crossed her arms and was tapping one foot on the tile. Her dark hair, cut short into a bob that framed her face, swayed with the motion. "About your number? Is there-"
"Oh come the fuck on. " The woman grabbed Wufei's arm. "They're a dime a dozen, Wufei. Let's go, now. I'm sure you were very good, blah, blah, blah. But it was a bathroom fuck and you'll both get over it."
She started to drag him from the bathroom, both men scowling at her, when Duo noticed something on the floor.
"Wait, I think you dropped this."
There was a velvet bag on the floor near the sink, a glint of metal and the shape of some kind of disc visible through the top opening, and Duo reached for it.
"No!" Wufei and the woman shouted. "Don't touch that-!"
Too late, though. Duo had the thing in his hands.
It was heavy, a lot heavier than some kind of commemorative coin looked like it would be. And that was what it looked like.
Duo opened the bag further, curious, and ran his finger over the edge.
Wufei dove for him, as did the woman, but before either one could touch him, Duo felt a horrible twisting sensation in his gut, felt the world start to shift and his pulse raise and then-
Then he felt nothing.
-o-
TBC