Little Lost Angel

-----part 1----- 

Duo Maxwell sat huddled in a corner of a run-down hotel room and cried, bitterly, 
to himself. He couldn't go back to them. Not ever. Naked and ashamed, he could 
still feel the blood and semen trickling out of him. He would sell his body, he 
decided. That would pay for food and give him a place to stay each night.

Wiping away his tears, he pulled on his clothes, then made his way to the 
clothing store. With tears in his eyes, he sold the cross Sister Helen and 
Father Maxwell had given him. He had no right to wear it now, he thought to 
himself. He didn't get a lot for it, but what he did get was enough to buy an 
outfit suitable for a prostitute.

"That's all I am now." he told himself, as he got dressed for work that night. "Just 
a whore." he looked at himself in the mirror, glaring at his reflection in 
disgust. "Whore. Slut." he called himself. "You deserved that last night. Look 
at you. You're a whore and you got what you deserved." He took deep breath, then 
went outside to offer himself to anyone who wanted him.



"Have you found him?" Quatre asked, concernedly.

Heero shook his head. "He's out there, someplace." he said. "We have to find him."


A limo pulled up to Duo and a hand extended itself through a barely open window, 
beckoning the braided bishonen to the car.

Duo got into the limo and sat beside the man who'd beckoned him.

The man pulled Duo into his lap and reached into Duo's pants, fondling him.

Duo instinctively struggled and the man slapped him.

"I'm not good enough for a little whore like you?" the man demanded.

"I'm sorry." Duo lowered his eyes. "I'm not used to.."

"I didn't say you could speak." the man slapped Duo again.

Duo eyed the large bulge in the front of the man's jeans with awe and horror. 
There was no way he could handle something that big.

"Impressive, isn't it?" the man asked. "Don't worry, it's not going in you. I'm 
just preparing you for my master.



Heero and Quatre arrived in the area where Duo had started working moments after 
he'd left.

"Can I help you?" a female hooker asked them.

"Well, we aren't interested in spending the night," Heero told her, "but we are 
interested in finding someone. A young man about our age, with a long braid.

"He just got into a limo a few minutes ago. " the hooker informed them.

"Why would Duo get into a limo like that?"

"That is what prostitutes do." The hooker rolled her eyes. "I got the license 
plate if that'll help." She gave the number to Heero who thanked her then sped 
off with Quatre.


"Have you found me a suitable bedmate, slave?" a familiar voice asked.

"I have, sir." 

The man who stepped forward was anything but attractive to Duo, who recognized 
him instantly.

"Dr. J!" 

Dr. J looked Duo over carefully. He unzipped his pants and pushed Duo down onto 
his knees, holding his flaccid organ up to Duo's lips.

Duo willed himself not to vomit as he took Dr. J into his mouth, sucking the 
unattractive man to erection. 

"Lay on your side." Dr. J told him. "I want you to be looking at me the whole 
time. I want you to know who it is who's fucking you."

Duo removed his clothes and lay on his side, curling up just enough to make 
himself accessible. Dr. J climbed on top of him and pushed in. He began 
thrusting inside of Duo, making sure that Duo was always looking at him.

Duo felt decidedly queasy when Dr. J came inside him.

So did Heero and Quatre, who had burst into the room just as the unattractive 
man pumped his seed deep inside Duo's body. 

-----part 2----- 

Heero stared in horror. "GET OFF OF DUO!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Dr. J pulled out and fixed his clothes.

"Duo, what the hell is going on?" Heero asked. 

"I'm working." Duo replied. "A blowjob is fifty unless you want me to do a sixty-nine, 
that's five dollars extra. As far as intercourse goes I give as well as take. 
Spankings are fine if you're just using the palm of your hand. However, I offer 
no additional services. I'm not into pain, or kinky stuff. You try pulling any 
of that on me, you're gonna get fucked in a way you weren't plannin' to."

"No way, Duo! No way! I am *not* about to let you become a worthless whore."

"I already am a worthless whore." Duo lowered his eyes in shame as he pulled on 
his clothes.

"No you are not!" Heero insisted. He tried to grab Duo, but Duo ran out into the 
street. By the time Heero reached the curb, Duo was getting into a car.

"Duo! Stop!" Heero shouted.

But it was too late. 

-----TBC-----