Author's Note: Thank you for your patience with this, without word a word of doubt this is the hottest sex scene I have ever wrote. I pretty much needed a cold shower after this one. Just all kinds of sexy which means that are reading this on fanfiction you need to get the link off my profile and read the unrated cut if you get my drift. Don't just take my word for it, enjoy this my treat to you. Also working a Valentines Day one hope to have it up Monday a one shot. For now though, enjoy the sexiness.
WARNING EXTREME MAN ON MAN ACTION MUCH SEXINESS AHEAD!
Model Behavior
Night 10 – Confrontations
"I've never been to a fashion show Mugs," Duo whispered as he checked himself in the mirror for what seemed like the millionth time. Mugs gave an encouraging yip from the bed. "You look great," the tall figure leaning against the door smiled encouragingly. Heero's heart was pounding in his chest, thumping harshly. Great was an understatement, he looked fabulous. The dark dress slacks where cut to perfection, the red dress shirt was short sleeved, accenting thick muscular arms. The black cuff on his wrist added a hip look to the outfit. "You think? Don't want to embarrass myself…" he mumbled. "You'll do great, ready?" Nodding Duo picked up Mugs, the small dog wearing his stylish black coat and rhinestone lead. "Fit right in," Heero chuckled as they headed out.
Duo wanted to look everywhere at once, the place was crazy. Beautiful people, flashing cameras, extravagant decorations lined the massive building where the show was being held. The lighting flashed and the music thumped as most of the people gathered began to take their seats. "Here we go Mugs," he pet the small dog on his lap watching and waiting avidly. The large jumbo screen was projecting out to the crowd as the lights when dark, the music kicked up and smoke rolled across the stage. All eyes turned to the figure silhouetted at the end of the runway. The lights moved again and Heero was illuminated. Duo sucked in a breath, Heero normally was incredible but as he watched that confident walk, the violet eyed man felt his mouth drop. The outfit was ridiculous, leathers, buckles and straps, his hair was spiked, and the dark goggles hid his eyes. All the same he was so masculine, yet so beautiful. He could hear others muttering, praising him. Duo felt a surge of possessiveness, and pride. Something that he probably had no right too, but he did anyway.
The show was fantastic, the models beautiful, the outfits surely drew attention but clear and away the attraction was Heero. He went from insane leather, to barely there underwear, lithe body glistening in the flashing lights. "He's awesome Mugs," Duo smiled eyes watching Heero depart. Turning his attention suddenly to a somewhat familiar blonde. "Where have…" squinting, trying to place that cute face, before his jaw dropped completely. "David's new boyfriend…." He whispered feeling his heart stutter. Was David here? He began to breath rapidly. Eyes moving to rove the hordes of people crowding the runway to watch the show. He held Mugs tight, watching as Heero took the stage once more.
An hour later the show was ending and Heero wearing tight red, possibly leather pants. His chunky boots reached mid calf, slim hips where sporting four belts with what Duo assumed was a gun belt strapped to his thigh complete with some form of weapon. The shirt was white, completely see through, red bandanna at his throat. His hair was still in a mowhawk and the goggles where back. On his arm was the designer an older man, who dressed far to young for his age, but the people where on their feet applauding loudly as the lights came up and flowers where giving to both Heero and the designer.
The show had ended, and Duo distracted was standing frozen with Mugs watching people pass by, mind a thousand miles away. "Hey did you like the show?" startled violet eyes looked over his shoulder taking a moment to recognize the still dressed up Heero. "Heero!" he smiled widely, "Yeah it was wonderful. You where the best." The tall, beautiful man was shrugging modestly. "There are so many famous people here Heero," Duo whispered conspiratorially, laughing softly the model nodded. "Sometimes there are at these big shows." Smiling Duo glanced around again unconsciously looking for his ex. "Drink?" Heero asked gesturing to the bar, Duo gave him a hesitant look. "I'll get it myself," Duo relaxed nodding, Heero turned walking away. Duo watching grinning over the awe struck looks from others as Heero passed by.
"Well, hello Duo," the tall long haired man froze recognizing the slick voice right away. He felt his heart thump, a cold sweat broke out on his body, Mugs sensing the tension growled. "David," he said his voice thin and croaky. "What are you doing here?" David queried using a tone that Duo had always hated, that condescending 'I'm better then you'. "I'm a-" he was cut off suddenly with the appearance of someone else. "David honey where you watching?" It was that small, cute blonde again. He was wearing an outfit Duo recognized from the show. So he was a model. "Yes, baby you did terrific." His cold brown eyes looked at Duo as he kissed the other, a long leisurely kiss probably for Duo's benefit. He felt his teeth clench, tears pricking his eyes. "Who you talking to?" the other asked parting form the kiss, glancing to where Duo was standing frozen in shock. "This is Duo," David replied a smirk in place. "Oooohhh, really? Heard so much about you," the model snickered eyes running across the big man, lip curled disdainfully.
Duo wanted to curl up and die. They where laughing at him, he bit his lip hard, drawing blood pain replacing the unbearable need to cry. Suddenly there was a strong arm wrapping around his waist. "It's you again," came a cool voice directed to the pair. Duo wanted to sag into Heero, watching as David and the stupid little bitch's eyes widened to all sizes clearly recognizing the model. "Well I…Heero…I…." The blonde was stuttering, Heero's lips curled mockingly as he leaned into Duo fake whispering loud enough for the other to hear. "Fattie here thinks he will be a famous model," his laugh was cold and cruel Duo could almost see the other flinch as if struck, Heero was on the mark. As ice blue eyes turned on him, the small man had no chance, "Going to have to suck a hell of a lot more dick if you want to get anywhere looking like that."
The blonde hurried away sobbing dramatically leaving David alone sputtering trying to think of something to say in defense of his so called boyfriend. He couldn't look at the cold eyes, opting to take it out of Duo. "Playing the whore again Duo?" he directed the next comment at Heero, "He was a good fuck, but useless for anything else." The unattractive sneer in place, he turned on his heel marching away. Heero wanted to thump him, Duo felt his composure slip completely. The cruel little comment finding it's mark, he'd hit Duo close to home. "Duo?" came the now soft, kind voice he could barely see Heero now his face blurry through the film of tears. With a shuddering sob he was running blindly, bumping people muttering sorry as he stumbled into the washroom. Blessedly empty for the moment.
Taking great gulping breaths he fell to his knees, hands clutching at the counter. Mugs sat beside him watching him tentatively with large brown eyes. He began crying in earnest something he had never done, even after the break up. Heero had followed his hasty run into the men's bathroom finding him that way on his knees in the poorly lit, hastily made room. The model's heart broke. "Shhh…" Heero soothed kneeling beside him. Strong hands where on his back then wrapping around his shoulders. The sobs where heart wrenching, loud and uninhibited probably muffled by the still pounding music outside. "Don't cry like that," he pleaded softly stroking his back and hair pressing soft kisses to his head and Duo collapsed into his chest soaking the front of his shirt.
Hiccupping and sobbing, Duo clutched at his shirt, beginning to quiet "Come on now honey, don't cry," Heero mumbled kissing wet cheeks, and eyelids. "Please don't," Heero murmured before pressing his lips to the others chapped, bleeding, and salty from the tears. Duo latched onto the kiss, opening his mouth allowing Heero's tongue to slid inside kissing him deeply. Duo surrendered immediately, Heero becoming the aggressor. Moaning he tugged at Heero's shirt forgetting completely where they where.
David' s words echoing in his head, but it felt so good to be in Heero's arms. The model's hands everywhere at once, working the buttons of his shirt open so he could trail kisses along the toned chest. Gasping Duo buried his fingers in the gelled hair, as a tongue swiped at his nipple sucking at the small bud into his mouth. Moaning Duo arched back, Heero's hands dipping lower to his dress pants. There was a creak at the door to the bathroom opened halfway, "Hey Jon!" a voice called possibly to the man entering. The door creaked shut again, but it was enough to bring the pair back. They where kneeling on the floors before the sink. Blue eyes looked into violet, Heero saw the hunger there. The need and want….it matched his own.
Standing he tugged Duo into the nearest stall slamming the door and locking it. Mugs seeming to understand something was up, curled up under the sink waiting for whatever it was to end. Lips where smashed together again, and Heero was tugging Duo's pants down. One last harsh kiss and he was sinking gracefully to his knees, licking the big man's straining erection. "Ohhh," he moaned hooded eyes watching fascinated as Heero worked him. The hot model, kneeling between his legs. Blue eyes looking up from dark makeup, it was unbelievable erotic. Heero licked and sucked, watching Duo's face twist in pleasure. Big hands resting in his hair, the other on his shoulder. "Heero!" he gasped thrusting into that beautiful mouth. Duo was fast loosing it, eager hands pulling Heero back up kissing him, tasting himself on those lush lips. "Mmmm…" he moaned hands yanking at the to tight pants, not surprised when Heero's own hard erection springing free, sans underwear. Heero was perfect, large, straining and Duo wanted him. Needed him. It didn't matter they where in the poorly lit washroom listening to the music thump and pound outside.
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Still kissing, unable to keep hands off each other they righted their clothing, unfortunately now rumpled. Heero's makeup had run, and at some point they had put several rips in his shirt. Tidied up best they could they grabbed Mugs the dog having curled up out of sight under the sink, to sleep. Dog in hand they merged back into the crowed Heero firmly holding Duo's waist hand slipping up the dress shirt to gently smooth, muscular flesh. "Let's get out of here." Heero whispered, Duo agreed leaning into him as the left the party, eyes only for each other.
Back at the hotel, Duo felt the sudden quit oppressive. He stripped out of his clothing sitting on the bed pensive. Heero sat beside him. "You tired?" Duo whispered, kissing him softly. Heero shook his head, not at all….he'd never felt more alive. Or more in love, it was heady mix, "Then lets go to the club!" Duo said bouncing off the bed, ripping clothing out of his closet. He felt so good, his body humming pleasantly. He could take on the world right now, but he wanted more then anything to go down to the club. To the pumping music, the drinks, the hot bodies as they danced close.
Heero agreed coming off the bed still wearing the to tight red leather pants he was about to take them off when Duo shook his head, "Oh no…tonight we are a couple going out for a good time." Heero looked at him confused, the big man smiling widely.
"Quatre….look…." Trowa pointed towards the entrance, the pair where seated in the darkened bar tonight, as patrons rather then watching the video form the office. Quatre, held his lighter to the tip of his cigarette eyes glancing towards were his lover had gestured. The faintly smoking stick tumbled from slack lips in surprise. It took him several moments to recognize the pair. Duo was first the big man was not wearing the typical suit of the hosts but a small tight glittery violet shirt that caught the light riding up on tanned six pack. He was wearing tight what Quatre assumed was leather pants. Long brown hair seemed to flow behind him caressing and teasing his large muscular frame. The man beside him whit his arm wrapped around his waist was wearing the most indecently tight red leather pants. His top was white, tight, completely see through, and ripped whether by accident or design they couldn't tell. The familiar hair was spiked, yet tousled, and his beautiful face was slightly obscured but the dark makeup, smudged and gritty.
"Heero!" Quatre gasped out Trowa had a small half smile on his face. "Would appear so…" he mused watching as they crossed to the dance floor. Eyes all around the club following them, it wasn't hard to figure out why. The pair oozed sex, and masculinity; dancing together tightly. Hands all over each other. "You think…" Quatre whispered voice trailing off as he watched the shockingly erotic scene. Heero was touching another, and being touched in return. "Oh yeah," Trowa wanted to grin like a loon it was heartwarming, clearly Heero was in love. "I'll be damned," Quatre was smiling now too; giddy it would appear his meddling had worked out. Cigarette back in place and relit he leaned into his lover exhaling a cloud of smoke, was about time for Heero to be happy.
"Everyone is looking," Duo whispered in Heero's ear, feeling more then a little self conscious. "They defiantly are," Heero commented kissing his ear, inhaling Duo's scent fruity shampoo, faintly of sweat, and a new smell he recognized now as sex. They where pressed together, far more then intimate with each other. Duo swallowed his nerves arms wrapped tight around Heero. "Let them stare," Heero muttered swinging them around. Duo laughed loudly burying his face in Heero's neck happier then he could ever remember being.