Play My Game: Breathe and Burn
by Blue Soaring
Quarter to ten that night I pulled up in front of the Pyro. I had finally settled on a pair of form-fitting black leather pants, low riding, and a tight red tank. When I moved it exposed only a bit of my stomach, and it was cut in a low V, of course. I had rebraided my hair and topped the look off with a black choker and my favorite boots. I decided to leave my coat at home. If I had it my way, I wanted as little material between my body and Heero's as possible.
I crawled out of the Maserati, glancing at the ID that the valet held out. Satisfied, I nodded. The valet was a slight, very luminous looking man. Don't laugh. He WAS luminous. His blond hair glowed in the lights, and his large aqua eyes sparkled. His skin itself seemed to glow, it was that pale. He didn't hand me a claim token, or even ask for a name before he engaged the vehicle and, throwing me a smile, drove away. I chalked it up to the private status of the Pyro. I climbed the stairs, trying to contain my eagerness. The man at the door looked me over slowly, his deep green eyes partially concealed by a fall of vibrant brown hair. I shifted a little, not quite posing for him but close to it. He smiled appreciatively as he nodded, giving me permission to enter. I walked up to the blackened doors and paused before entering. Turning to him, I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his briefly. I pulled back and winked; then quite deliberately licked my lips. I watched as his eyes clouded over a little. Laughing softly to myself, I walked into the entrance hall of the club, barely noticing when the doors slid quietly shut behind me.
I needed that. The little encounter at the door helped me regain some of my composure and confidence. Perhaps Heero played the game too well, I was never put off balance like this. Calm for the moment, I ventured further into the building. And tried not to gape.
Two bars lined the first floor walls. Pedestal tables with stools were scattered around, and the floor was covered in liquid crystal tile that swirled continuously with the press of human feet. The dance floor was set in the center of the spacious main floor, obstructed by the bodies of the clubbers. My eyes fell on a stairway, and they followed it up. The second and third floors were open balconies, each with its own bar. The second floor was dominated by larger tables for bigger groups, while the third floor was covered by what looked to be hundreds of pillows, all arranged into comfortable places to recline. People were everywhere. My mind balked at the sheer number of them in this single club.
A small woman approached me while I was busy gawking. I gave her a quick look which told me she was attractive enough. Slender with small blue eyes and startling dark red hair. And dressed similar to the two men outside. She was smiling at me, and I managed to tear my eyes away from the room to return it.
"And your name would be?" she asked. Ah, she worked here. Looked like a nice job.
"Maxwell. Duo Maxwell." I turned up the wattage on my smile just a bit.
Her eyes glowed. "If you'll follow me, please . . ." she said, turning away and heading for the stairs.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders and followed her. When in Rome . . . .
She led me to the third floor, and on the way up I noticed that there was another stairwell leading to a fourth. The top floor wasn't a balcony, though, and I had no idea what it looked like. At the top of the stairs, the woman motioned towards the back wall. "Your party is waiting for you there," she said simply, walking back down the stairs.
My party? Odd, I didn't think Heero would bring anyone else. I made my way to the back, noticing with an amused chuckle that the numerous cushions scattered about hid low tables from anyone on the first or second floors. I caught sight of Heero, resting on a mound of pillows, at the back corner. I slowed my walk a little and added a slight sway to my hips. And then I drank in the sight of him.
Heero was partly lying on his side, leaning against one of the larger pillows. His head was tilted to the side, supported by his arm. One leather encased leg lay flat against the soft floor; the other was raised, bent at the knee. One word instantly came to my mind. Delicious. Then he looked up at me.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My pants had gone instantly tight when he let the full force of his gaze strike me. He had smudged kohl around his eyes, highlighting them. His lips were glossy, begging to be kissed. I let my heated gaze run over him. The black leather pants were partly covered by thigh high black boots, which had been rolled down to just below the knee. He wore a deep blue shirt that served to call further attention to his eyes. The shirt was loose, the top few buttons left undone, and he had rolled the sleeves up to the middle of his forearm. A glint of silver at his neck turned out to be a chain sporting a single charm: an angel's wing.
I watched him smile at me, and it wasn't just a friendly look. It was intensely sexual. I felt like he was touching me with his eyes, the force of it was so great. I closed the distance between us and stood above him, looking down. Don't ask me how I managed to not come in my pants, because I wouldn't be able to tell you.
“Hello again, Duo," he said softly. His voice practically dripped sex.
A quick flick of my eyes told me that there were pillows arranged beside him. I assumed that I was to sit there. I moved around the table, and settled myself back against the pillows. He shifted a little, handing me a drink. Hiding my surprise, I held it negligently in one hand.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "I chose the wrong drink?" He didn't sound like he believed his words. Then his mouth curved up into a decidedly decadent smile. He leaned forward and took the drink away from me, dipping his finger into the glass and bringing it to his lips. His tongue darted out and licked both sides of his finger; then he tilted his head and took the tip into his mouth. I watched his finger slide past his lips, and I took an involuntary sharp breath of air.
He was still looking at me as he drew the tip of his finger out of his mouth and dipped it in the drink again. "It's safe to drink," he whispered, leaning closer to me and placing his wet finger over my lips. Letting my eyes close partly, I let my tongue snake out and taste the tip tentatively. When his eyes drooped, half closed, I opened my mouth and drew his finger inside, lapping at it with my tongue. I dipped my head, running my hands up his arm to grasp lightly at his wrist. Then I pulled back, nipping the tip of his finger with my teeth.
I heard a shaky intake of breath. Opening my eyes, I saw him draw his hand away and run his finger over his lips. He let out a low groan, licking both the tip of his finger and his lips again. I sat in stunned silence, amazed at the effect this man had on me. Decadent was the perfect way to describe how I felt right then.
When I could finally move again, I had an idea. I rose to my knees, moving closer to Heero. He watched me the same way a starving man would look at a banquet: hungry . . . and greedy. I straddled his thighs, then crawled up a little further, settling just above his groin. I took my glass from his hand, this time dipping my finger inside and licking away the liquid.
"Tell me, Heero," I said, trailing my finger over the bared skin of his chest. The skin quivered slightly under my hand. I wanted to see more of him; the tiny bit of flesh shown by the few loosened buttons suddenly wasn't even close to being enough. "If it's your game," I continued, "what are the rules?"
His chest was rising faster now as I continued to undo the rest of his buttons one-handed. He watched my hand intently, shifting slightly under me. I felt the burning hardness of his cock press against my ass. I bit back a moan and pushed the material of his shirt away from his chest. I let my eyes roam over the hard planes, ghosting my hand across his nipples. He sucked in a deep breath again as they hardened to peaks. I smiled down at him and dipped my finger into the drink again, this time letting the alcohol drip onto his chest. The muscles jumped from the shock of cold liquid against hot skin.
"The rules, Heero," I repeated, tracing little wet circles around one of his nipples. "What are they?"
He shifted under me again, pressing his covered erection more insistently against the cleft of my ass. I let out a long moan of pleasure, and he moved his hips again. "Two rules," he said finally, still moving his hips in small thrusts.
I leaned down over him, moving my hips back to settle more firmly over his.
"Mmmhmm . . .?" I let a tiny puff of air strike the wetness I had spread over his chest, and the muscles jumped again when he groaned.
"All pleasure," he growled out when I closed my mouth over his nipple, laving it with my tongue and rolling in around in my teeth. I pulled back, drawing a circle around the dusky skin with my tongue and said, "And?" before closing my lips over it again.
His arms came around me, grasping my hips firmly and pressing our throbbing erections harder together. I groaned around the flesh in my mouth. His thrusts became even more insistent as I moved further up, nipping on the tender skin at the junction of his neck and collarbone. I pushed my hips against his, rocking them in small circles.
Abruptly, the increasing tempo of his thrusts slowed until they were maddeningly shallow. My eyes flashed in anger. "What are you doing?" I hissed from between clenched teeth.
He looked at me, an evil glint to his eyes. "You didn't finish your drink."
I stared at him, then felt an evil grin slide onto my face. I tipped the glass a little, sending droplets of the liquid splashing against his skin. His fingers tightened their grip on my hips, but his kept his movements muted.
"This drink?" I asked. I trailed my finger through it, then bent my head low over him. I licked a path up his chest, lapping up the drink that ran in tiny rivulets down the hard planes and valleys. Heero let out a long, low growl as my tongue traveled over him.
"Drink it," he said again, pushing his hips against mine.
I threw back my head and arched my back, my mouth open as I gasped for air. He was too damn GOOD at that; each time he moved my nerves exploded with pleasure. I eyed the drink in my hand. There was still quite a bit left.
It was stupid, reckless and definitely NOT safe, but I did it anyway. I drank the entire thing. And he watched me, eyes burning with lust. One of his hands came around and began stroking my ass, pressing on my entrance every few strokes. He started rocking his hips again. The effect was mind blowing. I felt my cock twitch in response to his every move. Dimly, I remembered I had asked him a question, one that he hadn't yet answered.
I brought my hands up on either side of his head to brace myself as I lifted my body, shifting around. I rocked my hips in time with his, quickly losing whatever shred of control I had left. My face was barely inches away from his.
"What's . . ." I panted, ". . . the second rule?"
Heero ground his cock into me, and I spread my legs wider. My mouth was open again, and a steady stream of pants and moans reached my ears. Most of them were mine. My focus narrowed to the hot friction of his erection stroking mine. All I could do was feel. I felt my muscles tense and I swear my vision was blacking out around the edges, so intense was the pleasure he sent coursing through me.
"Heero . . ." I groaned. "You're going . . . to make me . . . make me . . ." I was so close, I could feel it coil in my stomach, just waiting to be released.
"All pleasure . . ." he groaned, grinding against me harder.
". . . make me come!" I cried at last, my voice lost in the heavy pounding of the club's music.
His hands griped the cheeks of my ass, bruising in their force. "All pleasure . . . my way!" he growled finally, his blue eyes burning into mine as he thrust up against me again. I heard him dimly through the haze in my brain, and I threw my head back again when I felt my orgasm rip through me. Wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed over me. I kept moving my hips in small circles against him, trying to make it last longer. Finally I collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath. I dully recognized the fact that I had just come in my pants, but my last thought before I passed out was fuck it, it was worth it.
"Mr. Maxwell, you're home," a voice I didn't recognize said softly.
". . . huh?" I said intelligently. In my defense, I WAS just waking up. I opened my eyes to see the blonde valet touching my shoulder, leaning across the center console of my Maserati.
"I said you're home, Mr. Maxwell."
Looking around further revealed that we were indeed parked in my garage. I struggled to right myself, and my skin cringed away from a wetness in my pants. I quickly looked down. Thankfully, nothing showed through the leather. It'd be a bitch to clean, but I didn't think I'd complain. Too much.
Finally my brain fully grasped the situation. The console said it was only quarter to twelve. I looked questioningly at the blonde.
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Maxwell, it's part of the service. Trowa followed me in another car."
"Good, I was wondering how to get you back . . ."
The blonde got out of the car, securing the controls. Then he walked around to the passenger side and opened my door. "Would you like a hand getting inside, sir?" he asked.
I managed to climb out of the car and stood holding onto the door. "No, no, thank you," I replied, "I'm fine."
The valet smiled again. He was a few inches shorter than me, and I couldn't help but think he was quite attractive. It was the aura of innocence that surrounded him, I think.
"Alright then, Mr. Maxwell,” he said with a smile. “I hope you enjoyed your time at Pyro, and we all look forward to seeing you in action again." He turned away then, and walked to a black car waiting on the curb. He waved before opening the door and climbing in. When the light flicked on, I noticed that the driver was the man from the door. He winked at me once, then put the car in gear and drove away.
I was gaping. Not so innocent after all, was he? In more ways than one. I snapped my jaw shut and closed the door of the car, making my way to the entrance of my house. The door slid open after a few seconds. Somehow, I made my way up the stairs to the bathroom, leaving a nice trail of clothing behind me. The pants were in a mess anyway, it didn't matter if I cleaned them now or later. At least, that's what I told myself.
Now that I was awake, my brain was working at a fabulous rate. One: barely two hours had passed. Two: I had passed out. I don't think it was because of the drink either, although that was always an option. Three: Heero had sent me straight home. At least, it was probably Heero. That was the part that made me doubt my loss of consciousness was caused by the drink. Why drug me if you're just going to send me home right away? Then again, it did end the entire day nicely. Nice and neat, really.
I showered quickly, then went back to collect my clothes. When I picked up my slightly messy pants, something dropped out of the pocket. Picking it up, I realized it was a holosphere. Without a second thought, I sprinted off to my home office, sliding the sphere into the projection slot of my computer.
Seconds later, Heero appeared in the middle of the room. Or, more precisely, his image did. A very delicious image too, if I may say so. He was wearing the clothes he wore to Pyro, so I assumed he created the disk just before meeting me there.
"The game goes on, Duo," Heero's image spoke, turning to face me. Ooooh, nice touch. Orientation programming. Heero was good. Even as a hologram, he was gorgeous. I sat back in the chair, listening to the recording.
"You know the rules now." Hmm, that was interesting. How did he know I'd ask about the rules? Either he had excellent foresight, or he was planning on working it into the conversation. Well, what little conversation we did have, anyway.
"All pleasure. My way," the image continued. I felt a twinge of excitement at the way Heero's hologram said 'my'. "I will contact you again. If you think you can handle playing my game. Remember, Duo. How far will you go?"
The image disappeared from the center of the room, with Heero's final words echoing in my mind. Holy fuck. Heero was good at this. I took the holosphere out of the compartment, holding it in my hand. How far will I go? I tossed the sphere in the air and deftly caught it. Wrong question, Heero.
I wandered back to my room, crawling under the sheets. How long would I have to wait until Heero contacted me again? I knew the waiting was part of the game. And the anticipation only made it better.
The next day was one of my days off. I woke up around ten, grabbing a cup of coffee and a bagel for breakfast. No, I am NOT a morning person. I eventually got around to cleaning up my leather pants. I made a little mental note to myself to never do that again. And if I ever got into that situation again, well, I'd be taking off my pants. Problem solved. I spent the rest of the day mulling over work and preparing several client folders, but my mind wasn't on my task. No, I was thinking about Heero. The man certainly knew how to get under your skin.