#2xs

Duo was sitting at the bar, sipping at his drink, waiting for Sally to come find him.  She was lead on this mission, being the senior officer, and he was perfectly happy to let her do it.  He was just a bit out of his depth.

At a club they suspected was the hub for a huge human trafficking operation.  Which catered to a certain clientele.  Most of whom liked to have a lot of… unusual sex.

It wasn’t really his scene, at least not anymore.

But the Preventers had needed an in, and that had meant an undercover operation.  Trowa would have been Sally’s first choice, Duo was sure, but he was already on another op, somewhere in Serbia or Siberia or something like that.  (Duo didn’t have the details, though he could have found them out, and would, if he suspected Trowa needed him.)  Heero couldn’t act for shit, and Wufei would have been hard pressed to pretend he was comfortable in the lush environment, surrounded by barely clad patrons and employees.  

And Quatre, was, well, rich and famous.  They had considered using that angle, but it would have been difficult to sweep under the rug after the investigation and it wasn’t fair to stain his reputation that way.

So it was Duo and Sally who had gotten dolled up, entering the club as a couple, pretending to be rich, bored, and into mild kink play.  Well, Duo had experience in two of the three.  He wasn’t sure about Sally, but she hadn’t looked the least bit uncomfortable or out of place, so he felt confident if there was a way to get into the heavily restricted area of the club, she would manage it.  This was their fifth visit to the club over the last several weeks, and they’d finally managed to spark the interest of a few of the more visible members.  Sally was making a well-timed visit to the bathroom, following one of the women they’d been keeping an eye on, hoping to make casual contact.

She’d surprised him, after the war, though looking back on it he couldn’t understand why.  She’d defected and started her own personal rebellion, after all, even recruiting the great Chang Wufei to her cause at one point, simply by being determined and no-nonsense and putting up with exactly zero of his shit.  Sally was ultimately practical, and she approached all her missions with every intention of getting shit done. And succeeding.  She had an impressive completion rate, on par with any one of the pilots’, occasionally outpacing them, even.

And she gave absolutely no shits whatsoever about what anyone else thought.  There had been rumors for years that if she’d only toe the line a little bit harder, she’d be fast tracked to command, maybe even assistant director.  Instead, she did what she thought was right - damn the consequences, and anyone who got in her way.

Duo assumed she ate men alive.

The idea probably shouldn’t send a thrill down his spine, but he and Trowa had been known to speculate about just what sort of man would be brave enough to go home with her.

It had been an interesting thought exercise, but now that he was in the club, with its hedonistic atmosphere and lowered inhibitions, his cover dependent on presenting a believable sexual connection, he couldn’t get it off his mind.  Sally was a little bit intimidating.  Sure of herself, not easily impressed, and she didn’t need anything or anyone.  A bit of a challenge.

They were Gundam Pilots.  A penchant for impossible challenges was kind of their schtick.

And now he was at a sex club with her, and they were pretending to be lovers and Jesus Christ on a cracker it was like being punished for his impure thoughts.