Disclaimers: Nope, don't own it.

Pairing: 1x2, alluding to 3x4 and past 3x4x2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lemony-lime, PWP, bestiality (not really)

Notes: For [ bloodywingz ]. Her request was, "1x2. An Easter smut theme. *grins* Want ears and a fuzzy tail dangit!" Well, you got the ears and the tail, but it didn't feel right, doing Easter smut. I hope this is all right. The boys finally decided to cooperate and be a little smutty.
Additional notes: Inspired by a *coughhet-porncough* movie of the same name.

The Jungle
by Caroline

"Hello and welcome to The Jungle!"

Heero blinked at the young woman before him. "Do you ever get any jokes about that?" he asked, as he passed his coat to the young man behind the coat-check counter.

The woman laughed. "More than you know. But it's true. We really will bring you to your knees," she said with a wink. "Do you have a reservation with us tonight?"

"Yes. Heero Yuy? I believe my... friends made one for me?"

"Ah, yes! Lt. Yuy. Captain Barton told to us to make your first visit with us a memorable one." She took his arm and drew him from the foyer into a larger room. "My name's Relena, and I'm the hostess for the club. Have you ever been to a gentlemen's club before?"

Heero blushed and shook his head. "This is... ah, my first time. I'm not sure what to expect, actually." He looked around, his eyes widening as he took in the sights of the "club."

Beside him, Relena laughed. "It can be overwhelming the first time," she said, pulling him down the stairs into the sunken room. Potted plants and palm trees filled every conceivable space, making the club look like its namesake. To his right, a large waterfall was built into one wall of the club, sending a shower of mist into the room. The sounds of tropical birds filled the air, though Heero was certain the sounds were taped. He couldn't see any evidence of live birds. Then again... he'd never been to a place like this before. It was very... exotic. But that wasn't what made this place exciting.

It was the men. Trowa called them "hosts," but they were the entertainment for The Jungle, the premier gay club in the city, some said for the entire country. Everywhere he looked, there were men of all descriptions, sizes, shapes, ages... and all were dressed as some kind of animal. As he let Relena pull him further into the club, a tall man, wearing only a loin cloth and wearing metallic green paint over his body, painted into intricately detailed scales, nodded at them. The way he moved and the way the paint glistened on his skin gave Heero the illusion of a snake, waiting for the right moment to strike. He shivered.

"That's Treize. He's quite popular," Relena said, ushering him to a low couch and offering him a seat. Heero fell onto the couch, distracted as a dark-haired Chinese youth walked by... painted like a tiger, the stripes arching over the young man's shoulders, down his spine to he bare ass and... tail? Heero swallowed hard, watching the tail, realizing it wasn't tied on, but emanating from the man's... God. How had his commanding officer found this place?

"So, ah," Heero stammered, his mouth suddenly dry. "What do I do?"

"For now, just relax, wander around, mingle. There's an open bar, but we have a three drink maximum. We don't care for our patrons or our staff to be inebriated to the point where it could become... a problem for the rest of the clients," Relena replied, signaling a waiter... a buff man with bulging muscles dressed as a fox. "What would you like?"

"Whiskey. Neat, if you have it," Heero said, trying not to stare as he realized the fox-man was naked.

"We have everything!" Relena said, and gave the fox his order. "Now then," she continued after the waiter left, "Captain Barton paid for an hour with one of our hosts in a private room. Feel free to stay out here and look around until you find someone who suits your fancy. Everyone out here is available to you."

"And, um... what's allowed?" Heero asked. He could feel his face starting to burn.

Relena giggled. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. Your host will explain everything to you. If you need anything at all, just ask for me." She took his hand and patted it.

Heero smiled at her. "And what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"My brother owns the place. I manage it for him." She sighed and gave him a pained look. "Although sometimes it's hard working here. All these beautiful men... and none of them have an eye for me!"

Heero laughed. He liked this woman.

She stood and winked at him. "Enjoy your stay, Lt. Yuy."

Heero watched her go, then turned his attention to his surroundings. From his vantage point, he could see most of the club, spread out in front of him. The fox waiter returned with his drink, and Heero sipped at it as he looked around. He saw several young men who interested him, but he was unsure of how to approach them, or even which one to choose. He was contemplating the young Chinese man dressed as a tiger when a flash of white caught his eye.

Across the room, dressed in nothing but a pair of long, floppy bunny ears, a black bow tie, and a white cottontail nestled against his rump, was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. And he'd seen quite a few in his lifetime. The man was slim, but had the physique of a swimmer. He had long, chestnut-auburn hair, bound in a braid which fell demurely down his back. And from a nest of chestnut curls lay a thick, half-erect cock, encircled by a silver ring.

Heero licked his lips and lifted his gaze to the man's face, only to find the man staring back, smirking at him. Heero watched, holding his breath, as the man approached him, braid swaying tantalizingly against the white cottontail on his ass.

"Hey there, Fly Boy." The bunny-man's voice was rich and playful. Heero looked up to see sparkling blue-violet eyes staring down at him, mouth curved into a smile. "Haven't seen you here before. New?"

"A...ah. My friends... they sent me here."

The bunny eased onto the couch next to him, one hand dropping lightly onto Heero's thigh. "A gift?" When Heero nodded, the bunny grinned. "That's generous of them."

Heero nodded, suddenly feeling very shy. "They... they paid for a private room... for an hour."

"I see." The bunny leaned in, his braid slipping around his shoulder to rest against Heero's hip. "And do you see anyone here who catches your fancy?"

Heero just stared and nodded. The bunny grinned again and took his hand. "Well, then, Fly Boy. If you're ready, would you like to come with me?"

Heero tossed back the rest of his whiskey and set the glass down. "I'd love to."

The bunny tugged his hand and led him down a leafy-green path toward the back of the room. There were many more exotically dressed men lounging around, serving drinks, entertaining other guests, but Heero only had eyes for the man whose hand he held. His clothing felt tight and his cheeks felt flush. He hoped he knew what he was getting into.

As the bunny pulled him down a dimly-lit corridor, past a row of doors, Heero almost lost his nerve. He still wasn't sure what was expected of him. And he didn't even know the bunny's name...

"I'm Duo," the man said, as if reading his mind. He paused at one of the doors and pushed it open. "After you?"

Heero let go of the bunny's... Duo's... hand and entered the room. To his relief, it looked like a normal sitting room. It was brightly and cheerfully lit, with a comfortable, red couch against one wall. A low table stood next to the couch. There was also what appeared to be a built-in stereo along one wall. The only thing that set the place off from a normal room was the metal pole in the center of the room.

Duo stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Won't you have a seat?" he asked, gesturing to the couch. "Would you like another drink? I can have someone bring one..."

Heero shook his head as he sank into the couch. "Ah, no, thank you." He forced himself to look at Duo's face. "I, ah... I'm not sure... I mean... what's... what's allowed?" Smooth, Yuy. Real smooth, he thought to himself, sure his cheeks were as red as the couch he was sitting on.

Duo smiled reassuringly at him. "I dance, mostly. You watch. No touching unless I tell you, and even then, only above the waist and below the neck. Anywhere else is off limits and is the quickest way to get banned from the club. Think you can handle that?"

Heero nodded.

"Good. Let's get started. How about you get more comfortable? Unbutton your shirt a little and relax."

Heero did as he was told, loosening the top buttons of his regulation-issued shirt and settling back against the couch cushions. He found it difficult to keep his eyes off Duo's delectable body, so he gave up trying. He was here to enjoy himself after all. And as Duo turned on some soft music and began to move to the rhythm, he had a feeling he was going to enjoy himself very much.

Duo's dancing was nothing short of mesmerizing. He didn't so much move as he glided, adding in elements of different styles of dance and even a couple of acrobatic moves with the pole. But then, Heero figured he'd be just as mesmerized if Duo simply stood in front of him and shook his little bunny tail. It was the tail that intrigued him the most. His hands ached to reach out and give it a squeeze. But that was against the rules, and when Duo approached him and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs, Heero consciously kept his hands at his sides, closed tightly in fists.

Duo grinned down at him and gyrated in his lap. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, leaning in to let his breath dance along Heero's jaw.

"Y-yes." His voice cracked. Dear god, it was almost like being a teenager again. "Very much."

"Then why don't you touch me?" He placed his hands on Heero's shoulders and let his fingers glide along an exposed length of collarbone.

"I... I'm not sure I..." Ungh, it was hard to concentrate with Duo in his lap, moving like that.

Duo laughed, reaching down to pick Heero's hand up and place them against his chest. "You let me worry about that. If you forget yourself, I think I can take you."

Heero groaned at the dancer's choice of words. "You sure? I'm in the military."

"I've taken down bigger guys than you, Fly Boy." The music changed, and Duo lifted his arms in the air, swaying with the beat. "Touch me."

Heero opened his palms flat against Duo's chest, hesitating only for a moment before sliding his hands over the planes of his chest, down over strong stomach muscles, shivering at the smoothness of the skin under his fingertips. Above him, Duo moved with the music, moaning softly as Heero touched him, hissing when Heero brushed over his nipples.

Heero looked up into the man's face. Duo had his head thrown back, his eyes were closed and his arms were crossed above his head, framing the bunny ears that were still attached. His lips were slightly parted, and Heero licked his own, wanting to taste them.

Duo opened his eyes and grinned down at him. "You want something."

Heero nodded wordlessly.

"What is it?" Duo brought his arms back down and draped them loosely over Heero's shoulders.

Heero shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind. It's not allowed."

Duo raised an eyebrow. "Let me be the judge of that, Fly Boy. What do you want?"

"I..." He swallowed and took a deep, calming breath. "I don't suppose you'd allow... a kiss?"

Duo blinked at him, then smiled. "Not many men would ask for something like a kiss."

Heero blushed. "I'm sorry..."

Duo shushed him by placing one finger against his lips. "I didn't say no. I don't usually allow it, but..." He moistened his lips with his tongue and tightened his hold around Heero's neck. "I've been wanting to taste you since the moment I saw you."

Heero's eyes widened, and he smiled as he leaned in, brushing Duo's lips softly at first, then applying more pressure. Duo gave a soft moan and parted his lips. Heero felt his tongue being drawn into the dancer's mouth.

Duo tasted good. Damn good. Heero clutched the dancer to him, hanging on to conscious thought enough to remind himself not to break Duo's rules as he grabbed the man's hips and pulled him closer.

Both men groaned as their groins rubbed together. Heero was afraid that any slight movement on either of their parts would make him come in his pants. He could feel Duo's arousal rubbing against his, separated only by Heero's pants. His hands ached to close around that velvet shaft, but he would not do so, not without permission. He stroked Duo's sides instead as their tongues twined together.

He lost all track of time and had no idea how much had passed before Duo finally pulled away, panting. "Damn, Fly Boy. You taste good."

Heero found it difficult to breathe himself. "You taste better."

Duo grinned. And groaned. And rotated his hips. Both men cried out. Duo reached down and took one of Heero's hands in his and guided it to the fluffy bunny tail resting along his backside.

"Duo?" Heero looked up, afraid to move his hands.

"Squeeze it," Duo said, breathlessly.

Heero did so. It moved. He nearly came as he discovered that the tail was attached to a phallus, a toy, buried deep inside Duo's body. The dancer arched his back and brought his hand back around to his own erection. He began stroking himself. Heero grasped the puffy tail and began rocking it in and out of Duo's body. Duo's hand kept pace with Heero's movements. Heero tore his eyes from Duo's cock to look into the dancer's flushed face. Duo's eyes were half-closed, but he was staring at Heero intently.

Heero increased his pace. Duo matched him, until they were rocking together, the rhythm of the music ignored, making the couch bump against the wall.

Duo cried out and flung his head backwards. His ears went flying off his head. Heero's body tightened in response, and as the first pearly drops of seed splattered against Duo's chest, Heero cried out, the front of his pants growing wet as he achieved his own release.

Duo slumped against him and Heero let go of the tail, letting his arm falling limply to his side. Duo pressed his lips against the side of Heero's neck. "Not bad, Fly Boy," he said, moving to nibble his ear.

"My name is Heero." He reached up with his hand to stroke Duo's back. "And that was... amazing."

"Well, Heero. I think your time is about up." Duo pulled back and smiled at him. "But... if you don't have any plans for the rest of the evening, would you like to come home with me?"

Heero felt a rush of blood to his groin. "I would really love to. But... is that allowed?"

Duo shrugged. "Not usually, but I don't make a habit of it. You'll only be the third I've ever asked." He chuckled. "I guess I just have a thing for fly boys. The others were Trowa Barton and Quatre Winner. Friends of yours, I think." When Heero nodded, Duo leaned back in to run his lips along Heero's jaw. "Let me go get dressed and sign out for the night. Then I'll take you home and you can play with my tail some more."

Heero turned his head to look into Duo's eyes. "Can we bring the ears, too?"

Duo grinned at him. "Sure thing, Fly Boy." He leaned in and wiggled. "But that wasn't the tail I was talking about."


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