Slave to Fashion

Title: Slave to Fashion (1/1)
Summary: Richie wears a dress, Virgil loses his mind.
Author: [info]dommichan
Rating: Oh ho this is so NC-17.
Genre: PWP with some humour thrown in.
Pairing: Virgil/Richie, mentions of Wonder Woman/Batman and Nightwing/Batgirl.
Distribution: Sure, long as you just say where so I can link back. ^_^v
Warning: It's a PWP that's also a dragfic. I don't think that I can get much more clear.

I don't own them. Obviously, if I did the show would not have been able to keep a Y7 rating. ::evil grin:: Um, the excerpt at the beginning is from the song "Crazy on You" by Heart. And yeah Richie's kind-of agressive, but I'm sick of him always being the passive one dammit.


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And you don't need to wonder, you're doing fine;
My love, the pleasure's mine...let me go crazy on you.
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"Richie, are you done yet?"

"I'm not coming out."

"I could make about seventy bad and tasteless jokes, but I won't." Virgil Hawkins crossed his arms, an amused smile on his face. "Would you just get out of there already?"

"No. This is dregrading and embarassing and this mission fucking blows."

Virgil sighed. As reserve League members, Batman had called in Static and Gear on an undercover mission that was happening at a Caznian embassy function in New York. One of his anyonymous sources had warned of a possible assassination attempt on the Queen and as such, pairs of Leaguers were going in as though they were guests of Queen Audrey (with dates, of course) to have a look around and to ensure that nothing went terribly wrong.

As it was a last minute favour for Audrey, only Diana, Barbara, and Helena had been available to pretend to be the dates of Bruce, Dick, and Wally, respectively. Leaving Static and Gear to fend for themselves.

"I still don't get why the hell I had to be the girl."

Well, all right. It left Gear to fend for himself. Static got to wear a tux.

"Because you're shorter, you have a slighter build, your voice is higher, and most importantly, you have better legs." Virgil occupied himself by tying his dreadlocks into a low ponytail with a ribbon that matched the dark blue of his vest and tie. "Besides, no one can tell something even as simple as what hair colour Gear has, whereas Static has a relatively unique silhouette. Diana's gonna attract enough attention as it is without you bringing yet another super tall woman with you to a party."

"Dude, everyone knows that her and Audrey are friends. How's that going to attract attention?"

"Because she's gonna be on the arm of billionaire Casanova Bruce Wayne, duh. Everyone's going to be freaking out about how the Amazon Princess is slumming it with Gotham's most famous man-whore."

"...Fine. Use logic. I'm still not leaving this bathroom."

Virgil sat on the divan facing the bathroom door and checked his nails. There was the perk of the suite at the Waldorf-Astoria that Bruce had oh-so-thoughtfully provided for them as a thank you. They had only a few minutes before they had to leave, and if his partner didn't get over himself soon they'd be late.

He sighed again. An all-expenses paid trip to New York with Richie and this was how he had to spend it? In an uncomfortable and over-priced suit going to some stuffy party where all there was to do was make polite conversation over smooth jazz and eat paté. He'd much rather be living it up all night at a karaoke bar in the Village with his best friend, maybe hit up Chinatown and St. Marks.

He also would have been perfectly happy having neither of them get out of bed for the entire two days. Wait no...there was that huge shower and Jacuzzi in the bathroom...and the divan he was sitting on...the floor...

There are few things in life more frustrating, Virgil mused, than wanting nothing more than to just screw your best friend senseless. Especially when said best friend is not only the same gender as you, but is giving no indication that he swings that way, let alone that he wants you specifically.

So Richie stayed clueless and Virgil went through a lot of Kleenex. Which hey, he could deal with, because it was a lot better than a pity-filled rejection or, you know, not having a best friend anymore. Not to mention just how badly that could mess up the whole Static and Gear thing. Which...wow could that mess up the whole Static and Gear thing. He checked the time; they had only five minutes until they were on.

"C'mon Rich, it can't possibly be that bad."

"Oh it's way more than bad. It's like Lex Luthor bad. Or even like Attack of the Clones bad."

"Well, I can't know that until you come out, can I?"

"No."

"Oh damn it, Richie, you're acting like a spoiled brat. Just come on already...we're going to be late." The door opened a crack.

"Fine. But if you laugh, I am running right back in here. Well...walking briskly back in here. There is no possible way anyone could ever run in these shoes, I'm tellin' you." The door opened the rest of the way and finally the blond stepped out. Virgil's breath caught in his throat and without thinking he stood, just the way his father taught him to when a lady entered the room.

The dress was sleeveless, knee-length, silk, and a shade of midnight blue that brought out both Richie's eyes and his pale skin. The blond hair that typically fell across his forehead had been blown straight and swept into a deep side part. His lips were a glossy pale pink and his eyes were lined with black khol.

Virgil was spellbound. While he privately felt that Richie was hot under normal circumstances, this was insane. He looked amazing.

Richie, who had cast his eyes downward when the door had opened, glanced up at his friend's uncharacteristic silence. "No remarks? No smartass commentary? No laughter or flash of a camera?" He had raised an eyebrow, which quickly changed to a panicked expression. "Oh no...it's that bad, isn't it? Oh man, I knew this was a stupid idea..."

"You don't look bad." Virgil had finally located and dusted off his voice. "You look, uh, very...nice."

Richie blinked twice, cocking his head to one side. And inwardly, Virgil wanted to strangle himself. Nice? He looks nice? Why don't you understate a bit more, you stupid jackass?

"I...do?" He looked at himself in the mirror over the divan critically. "I guess I do. Although, I gotta tell you, these stockings are driving me nuts. Stupid Babs. Garters are better, she says. Cleaner lines with the dress, she says. I hate her." He checked his make up one last time. "I really look okay?"

Virgil nodded dumbly. He knew he was staring but how could he not? Richie was gorgeous.

He also couldn't recall a time where he had ever been more turned on in his life. By Richie. Wearing a dress. Which...was something he should maybe consider analyzing at a later time, but for now he had to think unsexy thoughts like that time he saw Sharon in the vulnerable stage between shower and towel, because it really was time to go. Wordlessly, he offered Richie his arm. His "date" stared blankly at him.

"What are you...oh. Right. Forgot." He grabbed his purse and shawl, and took the arm in one graceful motion. "This is so beyond weird."

As they walked out of the room and to the elevators together, Virgil found that he didn't quite agree.

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After five hours of classical music, canapés, a small little assasination attempt, and two memory cards worth of blackmail photos taken by a certain speedster and a certain former Boy Wonder, all of the Leaguers tiredly returned to their hotel. Richie and Virgil found themselves alone in an elevator, the former idly humming along to the music. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and stared up at the numbers as they whizzed past.

Maybe it was the perfume or the fact they were all dressed up and on a working vacation and going out together, but his partner's proximity was on the fast track to driving Virgil insane. All night he had been allowed to be closer and more affectionate to his friend than he ever was normally, and it was both liberating and exhausting.

Liberating because not only was it okay for him to flirt with Richie, it was expected for the sake of appearances. He was able to do things like put his hand on the small of his back as they walked or touch his hand, even if it was just for a moment. If anyone said anything to him about it or noticed he was enjoying it, he could just shrug and say he had been into the role. No harm, no foul.

Exhausting because it was all he could do to remember that he was supposed to be acting and not actually drag Richie off somewhere to make out with him. Somehow, he didn't quite think that "I was just into the part guys, gosh" would work in that situation.

His partner licked his lips, the pink gloss somehow still clinging to them. Richie had actually handled being dressed like a woman well once they had arrived at the gala. They had even danced for a while, the two of them sharing jokes about the other attendees and how whipped Bruce seemed to be when it came to Diana.

He could still feel the cool silk against his hand, soft against the toned, pale skin. A hand in his, a slim body close enough to touch but still just out of reach...

He bit back a groan. The unsexy thoughts had long since lost their power, and he knew what was going to happen when they got to their room. Richie would change and he would take a shower, jerk off, and try to forget that this whole mess had ever gone down.

A quick glance at those lips made him force back a second groan. He should have picked a better set of words.

Leaning back into the wall, Virgil couldn't help but sigh a little. The sound caught Richie's attention and the blond gave him an odd look.

"You okay?"

Somehow, he managed to smile weakly. "Just tired."

Richie raised an eyebrow. Before he could say anything, the chimes signaled that they had arrived on their floor. The doors opened, and the pair stepped out, walking down the short way to their suite. Virgil pulled the key out of his pocket and opened the door, holding it open for Richie who grumbled about his heels as he went inside. Closing and locking the door behind him, Virgil made short work of removing his jacket and tie.

"Oh thank God I can take this off now." Richie kicked the heels across the room one at a time. "You have no idea how sick of wearing this I am." He walked over to where Virgil was standing and turned his back to him. "You mind? It was a bitch to put on, I'm not trying to take it off un-aided."

Virgil's mouth went dry. He slowly reached out to the zipper, shakily touching the metal.

Richie sighed. "Today, V? I'm really not into the idea of sleeping in this."

Jolted out of his thoughts by his friend's voice and the thought of him friend draped in blue silk all night, Virgil shook himself and pulled the zipper down. He swallowed nervously.

"Thanks." Without moving, Richie slid the dress off his shoulders, it softly pooling around his feet. He then started carefully unfastening his garters, so as to not risk running the stockings. "You think Bruce keeps condoms in his belt?"

"I...what?" He should back away. He should back away slowly and then run - not walk - to the bathroom and lock himself inside until he knew Richie was sleeping. He should not be standing there watching his friend undress like some kind of voyeur and oh his stockings were the kind that had seams up the back and God that was hot.

"Bruce. Condoms. Utility belt. Do you think he keeps them in a pouch on it? Because I mean...I'm sure he needs them right now, especially with the way Diana was eyeing him all night." Richie chuckled as he slowly slid the stockings down his thighs one at a time. Virgil tried not to notice that Richie had in fact shaved for the occasion. "Or Dick and Babs for that matter. Since their room's right next to ours, I'm sure we'll be hearing all about it soon enough."

I bet we could give them a run for their...no! No! Bad Virgil! Dammit no! Oh, Christ. "Uh..." He cleared his throat...he had already been through puberty once, thanks. No reason for him to sound like he was going through it again. "Mind if I catch a shower? It'll take you longer since you have to wash all that stuff off your face."

Richie, who was in the involved process of unclasping his bra, paused. He looked at Virgil over his shoulder, that same expression from the elevator on his face. It faded after a moment, because he calmly replied with "Sure." Virgil smiled and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

He was safe. He was free. He had made it to the bathroom. He was going to be okay!

He turned the water on, giving it a moment to warm up as he stripped off his clothes. He climbed in, resting one arm against the cool wall and just letting the artificial rain soak him. He reached out without opening his eyes, grabbing the bar of soap and a washcloth. He stretched his arms a bit before working up a lather and soaping his back.

Arms...Richie had really nice arms. Forget Backpack or anything else he had invented, the Gear costume being sleeveless was probably his best idea of all time. Virgil especially liked the way the tendons in them would move when working on something complicated like an upgrade to the Watchtower's systems. He'd point out intricacies of his programming to Virgil, who would ask what he was talking about not out of a failure to understand, but because he'd be so busy watching Richie move that he just didn't even register that his friend was talking until he heard "You following, V?" or "Isn't it great?"

The way his lips upturned in a not-quite-but-almost smile as he was working on something and Virgil chatted his ears off, as if he was saying "I'm listening to every word." The confident stare behind green glass when apprehending some criminal or other.

The way his hair would be plastered to his face with sweat, skin flushed from activity when he was half-clothed and changing out of the Gear costume.

Not fighting the groan this time, he slid his hand down his stomach to his groin, squeezing his length gently. His eyes closed and he moaned softly, the back of his head hitting the shower wall with a dull thud. He kept his eyes shut as he concentrated on how his hand felt, his breathing becoming shallow as his motions sped and his desire built. Trying to keep himself quiet, he slid his other hand down to join the first, squeezing and stroking himself. He was so close...

"Want some help with that?"

If someone were to ask him about it later, Virgil would swear up and down that he hadn't screamed like a girl when he heard Richie's voice.

Of course, he'd be lying.

Sputtering from the water that had gotten into his mouth during said scream, Virgil opened his eyes to see the blond leaning against the wall of the shower. His eye make-up somehow not running, Richie just raised an eyebrow with a smug look on his face. Virgil went back and forth between wanting to kiss it off and wanting to run to someplace nearby like say Abu-Dhabi.

That was about when he realized that Richie was naked. In the shower. With him.

"Uh, Richie, I was just uh..." He didn't know what to say, especially since his brain was running the gamut between everything from "This isn't what it looks like" to "Let us never speak of this again" to "Nice shoes, wanna fuck?" Somehow, he didn't think any of those would go over well.

"Hey, don't stop on my account." Richie moved towards him, and within mere moments they were only a few inches apart. And somehow Virgil felt himself get harder, which he frankly hadn't thought was possible. "I was enjoying the show."

I am not going to look down. I am going to maintain eye contact with Richie and never, ever look down. I will not look...oh, fuck it. His eyes raked downwards, taking in the sight of the familiar torso and arms, to the narrow waist and lean hips, down to... "I...what are you doing?" Which was easily the dumbest question that Virgil had ever uttered in his entire life, considering that whole Richie-naked-in-the-shower-with-him-and-oh-golly-he's-hard-too thing.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Richie licked his lips, and Virgil's cock did not twitch in response.

"Uh, you want to...share the shower?" It wasn't because he was trying to seduce him or something right? Because hey that would just be out of nowhere.

"Well, showering sounds good. Later." The blond hair that had been so carefully styled before was now framing Richie's face, the steam making his skin glistening and wet. "Can I ask you something?" Richie asked slowly, his eyes not leaving a single spot on Virgil's body untouched. Which wow, if he could do that with his eyes, the thought of him touching Virgil was just---

"Sure." Pay attention, your hot blond partner is talking to you. But it was difficult because here was Richie with the really nice muscle tone from years of being a superhero, and he was wet. And naked. And aroused.

"You really think I haven't noticed?" Richie's gaze levelled with Virgil's, and he had this look that did things like make his knees buckle and stomach flip-flop. "The way you look at me, I mean. Like I'm territory that you just haven't gotten around to claiming yet, and that if anyone else dares to try, you'll overthrow them." He moved closer still, his voice becoming a purr. "So I gotta ask...why haven't you?"

"Um...Richie we...I don't think we..."

"Wait let me guess. You don't think we should do this because you don't want to mess up our partnership, and you didn't think I wanted you back." He tilted his head to one side. "And also, you don't want to lose me as a friend. Well...let me see. Obviously, the second one is wrong, so we won't bother with that. We both know that we're better as a team than solo..." There was emphasis and a pointed look on the word solo. "...So that probably wouldn't happen. And the whole friendship thing...well if you can't rely on your friends for help, then who can you?" The smug look was back on Richie's face as he continued. "It doesn't hurt anyone. And it's really illogical for us to both dance around this and be so frustrated, when we can do something about it." He felt a hand close around his erection and he groaned. "So let's go ahead and do something." And then Richie's mouth was on his throat, licking and biting the skin there hard enough to bruise.

Well okay then. It looked like Virgil Hawkins was officially going to be able to die happy.

Richie's hand stroked up and down, mimicking the way Virgil had touched himself only moments before. He continued to use his mouth to trace patterns on Virgil's throat, soothing the patches of abused skin with gentle caresses of his lips and tongue. He felt the sweet pressure start building again as Richie's other hand joined in the stroking of his shaft, speeding up but not quite enough...

Before he even registered what was happening, his orgasm hit him like a huge bolt of electricity. His come shot over both of Richie's hands, quickly washing away from the flow of the water. At this, lips met his in their first kiss, and Virgil finally, really understood what all of the people in movies and over-sensitive singer-songwriters talk about. The kind of kiss that defies description except that it shows you what you didn't even realize that you were looking for. Richie was right...he should have done something about this a lot sooner.

They finally broke apart, just holding each other under the spray. There were a lot of things Virgil wanted to say at that moment; not feeling quite ready for most of them, he opted to keep things somewhat simple and light with "You really are a genius, you know that?"

"Oh, now he notices." The blond snickered into his neck, then gave a small sigh.

"You all right?"

"Yeah, just a bit...unfinished. Other than that, I'm cool."

A grin quickly formed across his features. "Well, since you were so helpful with me...maybe I can do something to take care of that?" He turned the tables on his partner then, pushing Richie back into the wall and kissing down his neck. Richie sucked in his breath and leaned his head back, which was taken in turn as an invitation to do more. Slowly working his mouth down the blond's body, he explored the wet chest. Dimly he realized that Richie's hands were on his shoulders hard enough to hurt, but that wasn't important as he closed his mouth around a nipple, sucking until he heard the blond start cursing above him.

"Oh fuck, Virg..."

Unable to resist smiling, he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He then began descending again, nuzzling Richie's stomach. Reaching his destination, he opened his mouth and licked the tip of Richie's cock. He then sucked hard. The blond's hips bucked, and Virgil put his hands on his hips to hold him steady, his fingers leaving bruises on the pale skin. He sucked and teased and touched until Richie was only capable of a combination of swearing incoherently and making choked noises in his throat. With a squeeze to the base of him and one last stroke of his tongue, the blond came and he swallowed every single drop.

Virgil let go of Richie's hips then, letting him slide down the wall bonelessly. His face flushed and breathing rapid and erratic, Virgil thought that he had never seen Richie look better. He kissed him once more, this one slow, their tongues slowly dancing together. One of Richie's arms snaked up around Virgil's neck, changing the angle of the kiss. When they broke apart, Richie just sighed and leaned his head against Virgil's shoulder, and they sat on the floor of the shower together for a moment.

"Did I kill you?"

"That...was pretty good," Richie said with a very satisfied smile on his face. Virgil snorted as he tightened his arms around him, holding him closer.

"'Pretty good'? What does a guy have to do to get an amazing?"

Richie opened his eyes, the smug look from earlier back on his face. "They could take me into the other room and fuck me until I can't see straight, for starters."

Yeah, he was definitely going to die a happy man. "I think I can handle that."

"Good," Richie smirked. "I'd hate for the condoms I stole from Bruce to go to waste."

Virgil double-taked. "You stole condoms? From Bruce? I don't know whether to have you committed or just be amazed you got away with it." At that, Richie started biting and licking his earlobe. He gasped, feeling desire start to overtake him once more. "Or I can thank God for you thinking ahead."

"Good choice," was murmured into his ear. "Can we go to bed now?"

"Sure but I gotta ask...do you get to keep the dress?" Richie moved away enough to give Virgil a weird look. "I just..."

"Are you going to ask me to wear the shoes? Because I really don't want to wear the shoes."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Although...you probably wouldn't be in them long enough to be uncomfortable." He thought for a moment. "Or you'd be in them, but probably not standing. You know?"

Richie's eyes glazed over a little and he inhaled sharply. "...Well, in that case, you get the full ensemble." They kissed again, their passion quickly growing. "Bed now?"

"Bed now." Another kiss. "You're kinda evil, by the way."

"Eh." Water was turned off, and the two slowly stood. "You weren't complaining."

"No, I wasn't. But I might." He nuzzled Richie's neck as the two made their way out of the bathroom. Richie groaned and leaned his head back. "Unless you give me a reason not to."

"Can do." Richie claimed his mouth hungrily, and indeed, there was no cause for complaint for the rest of the trip.