Author: Merula
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, Assassins
Pairing: 2x1
One Night Sidefic 8
Duo's smiling at me.
It's not his usual smile. This one is mischievious and teasing. I don't see this one very often. I love this smile; it means my lover is in a good mood, that none of his demons are with him, that something good will follow...
I know we have a mission tonight- and I know it's a simple one- just in to plant a few bugs and out again. We've done these before and I know he likes them, but that can't be the only reason for this mood.
"What?" I ask him and he just smiles more.
"Ready for tonight?"
"Ready as I'll get. Did you get the costumes?"
That smile of his dissolves into a satisfied chuckle. "Oh I did." He moves closer, slides his arms around my waist. "I'm so looking forward to this now."
"Really?" I follow along, willing to do anything to preserve this mood of his, to keep that smile on his face.
"What do you think?" He asks once we step in the room. I look at the costumes on the bed and feel him tense beside me. Is he worried that I'll be upset? Mock his choice?
"I think I'm going to feel like I'm on the Hispaniola," I tell him and he laughs. "Except I'm hoping I don't have to watch out for a one-legged man, or wear a peg leg myself."
He shakes his head. "Not even a hook- and I promise- no crocodiles." I don't wonder how he knows the stories- despite his lack of bedtime stories as a child, Duo likes to read them now. He doesn't believe in them, not like a child does- Duo knows that a happy ending is a fairy tale in itself. But he loves them all the same.
"Well then- which one is mine?"
He sorts out the clothes on the bed and I put them on at his direction, let him tie the sash for me, argue briefly over the hat- I think it would look better on him, consent to wear the large gold hoop. Once I'm dressed, he starts putting his costume on as I make sure we have the invitation and slip the tiny bugs into the velvet bag he provided.
"What do you think?" He asks me when he finishes, holding his arms out, that smile still on his lips.
I kiss him in reply, pulling him close and tugging on his braid. "No matter what offers you get- you're coming home with me. Got it, o captain my captain?"
He laughs, his braid swinging, the velvet ribbon at the end shimmering in the light. "No one could make me a better offer than that," he says and kisses me fiercely.
~*~
The party is in full swing when we get there and it's easy to lose ourselves in the crowd. Duo winks at me behind his mask, pulls me into the mass of whirling couples on the dance floor. I smile back, keeping pace with him, watching for places to put the tiny bugs. His body is tense, ready for anything, the predator waiting to spring...
The party has spilled into all the ground floor rooms. Upstairs on the balcony, couples lean against railings, watching the crowd or gazing into each other's eyes.
"Piece of cake," I murmur to Duo and glare at a musketeer behind him who is getting too close for my taste.
"Shouldn't have let you wear the leather pants," he mutters and I wonder what he saw.
"Then let's do this and go home so you can get me out of them," I suggest and he grins.
We move from room to room as quickly as we dare, leaving the bugs, watching the partygoers, frowning at people who get too close. The last room is the tricky one- an office with a locked door down a deserted hallway.
"What do we do now Captain?" I ask and he smiles, whirling me around and pressing me up against the door. His mouth is warm on mine and I lose myself in his kiss.
The click of the lock is soft and after waiting for a moment, I slip into the room. Quickly I plant the bug and join Duo back in the hallway. Another kiss and the door is locked again.
"Want to stay for a bit?" He asks as we rejoin the dancers. Time has passed, the lights are dimmer, more and more people are pulling off into twos and threes, finding quiet corners.
"What do you want?" I ask and he flashes that smile at me.
"You."
~*~
Back in the safety of our own home, the doors locked behind us, Duo loses that edge of tenseness as he guides me into the den. I'm glad he can relax here.
"Not the bed?" I ask and he laughs against my mouth.
"Too far away." He tosses the hat on the chair, flings off the coat. I reach for the laces on his shirt, pull on the ends as he puts his lips to my collarbone.
The shirt gapes open and I slide my hand inside, flick my fingertip against his nipple, feel his gasp against my throat.
He reaches for my sash. "Behave or I'll use this on you.'
"Such promises," I tease and let him catch my wrists.
"You're asking to be keelhauled," he says as he tumbles me down on the rug, pinning my bound wrists above my head.
"Surely you can think of a better punishment for your captive?" He unbuttons my vest, pulls open my shirt.
"Working on it right now." That smile is there again.
"This isn't punishment," I manage to get out before he bends his head to my chest and I lose track of my thoughts for a bit.
"No, it's not," he says, lifting his head and it takes me a moment to recall our conversation. His fingers slide down my stomach, tug at the laces on my pants. "I wouldn't ever do that to you..." His smile flickers for a moment, and then returns. His voice drops into a purr. "Unless you ask me to."
"Ask you to, hm?" I arch an eyebrow at him, happy to play along. "Why when you say it like that does it sound tempting?"
He laughs. "Asking for a demonstration?"
"I am your captive, remember?"
"So you are...."
OWARI
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