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Dukie
By Shardy

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The Dungeon Game Shop was closed today.

That was surprising. Looking at the schedule, it was opening hours and today wasn't a holiday or anything like that. But the sign was large and clear: Closed; and under it was scribbled in a rather horrible attempt at cursive "Sorry for the inconvenience."

Strange. I've seen Duke's handwriting and it's rather pretty for a guy. This was his writing on the sign, but just a more careless, pathetic, sucks- ass version of it.

Oh, well, now wasn't the time to be contemplating on my business rival's script. I knocked on the door.

No answer.

I knocked again, louder this time. Then I rang the doorbell. I rang it five times. I was about to ring it again, when the sound of someone unlatching the lock on the other side and the door finally opened. For a minute, I could only stare. "Devlin.....?"

"Beah?"

The kid looked horrible. His normally perfectly spiked hair was sticking out at all sorts of awkward angles, his eyes were foggy and blood-shot, his face flushed. A blanket was wrapped around his shoulders that he clutched closed with one hand, the other holding a mug with steam ascending from the opening. He was also still in his pajamas, a white shirt and plaid cotton pants. "You look terrible," I remarked.

"Dank bou," he replied, his nose obviously stuffed up with.......well, I really didn't want to know. "Whad do bou wand?"

I could barely understand him his nasal pathways sounded so plugged. "Do you know who I am?"

"Belody Kaiba, righd?"

I nodded. "I need to talk to you."

I didn't know whether he agreed without an argument because I happened to be a beautiful chick or because he was too sick to really give a damn. Either way, he opened the door wider and allowed me inside. Then after closing and relocking it, he led me up the stairway to the apartment. I didn't understand how he could live at work. I would rather move my shit into a hole in the ground before I moved into my office. I stepped into the main room. Balls of Kleenex tissues were scattered all over the place. The stereo was on low, playing some easy listening instrumental music. He picked up a pint of Pepto Bismol with a curly straw sticking out of it and took a sip. "You're drinking it like a soda?" I nearly shrieked.

"A foo zips ebrey hour," he replied. "Pus, I bike da bubble-bum favor."

"Cold?"

A nod. "And feber."

"How high?"

"One bundred boint dwo."

"How long you been sick?"

He groaned, as if not wanting to be reminded of the endless suffering he had endured. "Dree days."

"Aww. I'm sorry." Ain't that my fucking luck? Of all the guys I had to choose from to screw me, I had to pick the one that was sicker than a rabid dog. Hmm...dogs. NO! Now is not the time to be thinking of HIM!

Duke only smiled. Suddenly, he snatched a piece of tissue and sneezed into it, followed by a fit of coughing. Once he was done, he smiled sheepishly at me. "Zorry. Whadda bou wand do dalk aboud?"

I squirmed uncomfortably as I sat down on a leather sofa. "It's my cousin," I began softly, recollecting the story I've rehearsed over and over again ever since I decided that Duke Devlin would be the one to make me back into a boy. "He's been away for such a long time. I.....I'm very worried."

I've become very good a playing the damsel in distress. Already, Devlin's emerald eyes had melted into concern. Time to add more fuel. "What if....." I pretended to choke. "What if he's been shot or mugged or unable to come home or....or....."

Devlin was right beside me in an instant. "Bou busn't zay dings ike dat. Be'll be okay."

I smiled up at him, even allowed a fake tear that I managed to conjuer up to fall down my face. He softly brushed it away from my face, smiling at me assuringly. This was it. In a matter of moments, I would have my body back. I flung my arms around Devlin's neck and crushed my lips against his.

He shoved away, his eyes as big as softballs. "Whad are bou doing!?!" he shrieked, holding my shoulders at arm's length.

Now I really was about to cry. "You don't understand!" I exclaimed. "I need you, Duke!" "We jusd bet!!"

He did sound amusing with his nose all stuffed up. I leapt on top of him, shoving him down onto the couch. "You don't understand," I repeated softly, allowing my trench coat to slip off my shoulders. I was also wearing a low cut shirt I bought in preparation for this, making sure he saw more skin than even he probably intended. Immediately, his gaze zeroed in on the peep show, and I smirked when a blush streaked across the bridge of his nose. "Are you a virgin?" I asked.

I could almost feel the heat rising from his face. "Uh....why da bou wand do know?"

"I'm asking the questions, buddy!"

"Okay, okay, I'm bot a birgin."

"Good. I need a guy with experience."

"Whoa! Who zays I bave exberience?"

"But you're not......"

"I'be ony done id once, and I waz drunk ad da dime! I ony know I'm bot a birgin iz becuz I woke ub dat morning wid a zuicidal hangover and a bakid chick bezide be. Dat's all I rebeber."

I leaned over and gently kissed his lips. "Please, Duke. Do this for me." Despite his noble intentions, I could feel him responding beneath me, his mouth opening, shifting his body so it became closer against mine. I ran my hands along his chest, feeling the hot flesh from under the thin material of his shirt, and he moaned softly. His kisses were unlike Joey's. They were well-placed and intoxicating, leaving me with breathless shudders. I allowed my hand to trail down his body, my fingers grazing his stomach as I undid the buttons of his pants.

Just then, he pushed me away again. "Okay, dis haz gone far enough."

"You don't get it! I need you to lay me and lay me now!!"

"I'b zick!!!!"

"A minor setback! You don't have to do much! Just stick that pucker of yours in me and get it over with!"

His face was really red now, and I was kind of getting concerned about his health. Notice I said "kind of". "Are bou gonna dell be why?"

"I....I can't," I replied switching back to poor-little-ol'-me mode.

"Bou're dat desberate, huh?"

I nodded.

Devlin sighed and raised those striking emerald eyes to the ceiling in a Heaven-help-me-now type of look. He sat up and leaned toward me. "Well den, we beed da do it da righd way." His voice was scratchy from either desire or bacteria and I seriously believed it wasn't the former. I was probably going to be extremely sick from this, but I'll be a boy again, so it would be worth it. Devlin kissed me again, and I nearly melted. If he wasn't experienced in sex, kissing was a different story. It was as if he knew exactly where the most sensitive spots in my mouth were located at. I raised my hands to run my fingers through the strands of golden hair.

Golden hair!?!?

Even sitting here in Devlin's embrace wasn't enough to shove the pup out of my mind. Devlin knew how to make me feel good but I didn't crave his touch. Not like how I crave Joey's touch. I gently pushed Devlin away from me. "You're right," I said softly. "Maybe this was a bad idea."

BAM!!

Devlin had fallen on the floor. He stood up and looked straight at me. "Are bou zure?" he demanded.

I giggled and nodded. Then I kissed his cheek. "Thanks for trying to help me, though." I smiled and walked back to the door. I glanced over my shoulder on my out just to make sure Devlin was okay. He was bowing to something invisible, saying something about how he will never cuss or drink again and that he'll attend church every Sunday.

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