His price rose quickly, though not as quickly as Duo’s had. As it hovered near seventy-five, another one of Duo’s buyers leaned forward and gave him a nudge. “Bid,” she whispered.
Duo gave her a look that very eloquently conveyed the message Are-you-crazy-he’d-kill-me-even-if-it-is-something-I’d-love-to-do-I’m-not-horny-enough-to-get-shot-for-it, at-least-not-yet-I’m-not-although-another-week-of-bunking-with-him-in-those-spandex-shorts-might-do-it, but she ignored it. “We’ve got two more contributors,” she told him, indicating a couple of young women sitting next to her.16 “Bid on him. We did buy you until midnight, you know.”
He blushed, but rose unsteadily to his feet. “Ninety dollars,” he said, although his voice was so weak that he had to repeat himself before anyone heard.
It was the first bid a guy had made on another guy, and the con-goers loved it. He was greeted with a wave of applause; Heero’s eyes snapped to him, with a mixture of embarrassment, disbelief, and... something.
The other bidders wavered, but they were yaoi-lovers as well as bishie-lovers, and the thought of a guy buying another guy worked its magic on them. They gave way, and the young woman who had instructed Duo to bid gleefully grabbed his hand and dragged him up to the front desk. Heero dragged his feet as he approached Duo, eyeing him warily, but the blonde gestured enthusiastically at the two of them and clasped her hands together in front of her. Duo got the message, and glomped onto Heero. A roar rose up from the crowd, as Duo wrapped himself around Heero, who stood there like a frozen statue for a long minute before numbly returning the hug.
If Duo had looked smug before, it was nothing compared to his expression now, as he dragged Heero back to their seat. Eventually, the crowd quieted, and expected eyes turned to the front of the room and the last bishounen in the queue.
“And now, the bishounen you’ve all been waiting for...” Nightshade called out, leering suggestively towards the side of the platform. “Our very own convention pet, Shiki!”17
The auction mistress returned to the stage, leading the young Asian man to the platform by the leash attached to his hands. “What do you say, ladies and gentlemen?” Nightshade said slyly into the microphone, as her partner turned the obedient Shiki in a full circle on the stage. “What can you give us for such a fine specimen of bishi-hood? We’ll start the bidding at twenty dollars...”
The response was immediate. Offers came from all over the audience, so quickly that it was difficult to distinguish one voice from another. The price climbed quickly,
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)His price rose quickly, though not as quickly as Duo’s had. As it hovered near seventy-five, another one of Duo’s buyers leaned forward and gave him a nudge. “Bid,” she whispered.
Duo gave her a look that very eloquently conveyed the message Are-you-crazy-he’d-kill-me-even-if-it-is-something-I’d-love-to-do-I’m-not-horny-enough-to-get-shot-for-it, at-least-not-yet-I’m-not-although-another-week-of-bunking-with-him-in-those-spandex-shorts-might-do-it, but she ignored it. “We’ve got two more contributors,” she told him, indicating a couple of young women sitting next to her.16 “Bid on him. We did buy you until midnight, you know.”
He blushed, but rose unsteadily to his feet. “Ninety dollars,” he said, although his voice was so weak that he had to repeat himself before anyone heard.
It was the first bid a guy had made on another guy, and the con-goers loved it. He was greeted with a wave of applause; Heero’s eyes snapped to him, with a mixture of embarrassment, disbelief, and... something.
The other bidders wavered, but they were yaoi-lovers as well as bishie-lovers, and the thought of a guy buying another guy worked its magic on them. They gave way, and the young woman who had instructed Duo to bid gleefully grabbed his hand and dragged him up to the front desk. Heero dragged his feet as he approached Duo, eyeing him warily, but the blonde gestured enthusiastically at the two of them and clasped her hands together in front of her. Duo got the message, and glomped onto Heero. A roar rose up from the crowd, as Duo wrapped himself around Heero, who stood there like a frozen statue for a long minute before numbly returning the hug.
If Duo had looked smug before, it was nothing compared to his expression now, as he dragged Heero back to their seat. Eventually, the crowd quieted, and expected eyes turned to the front of the room and the last bishounen in the queue.
“And now, the bishounen you’ve all been waiting for...” Nightshade called out, leering suggestively towards the side of the platform. “Our very own convention pet, Shiki!”17
The auction mistress returned to the stage, leading the young Asian man to the platform by the leash attached to his hands. “What do you say, ladies and gentlemen?” Nightshade said slyly into the microphone, as her partner turned the obedient Shiki in a full circle on the stage. “What can you give us for such a fine specimen of bishi-hood? We’ll start the bidding at twenty dollars...”
The response was immediate. Offers came from all over the audience, so quickly that it was difficult to distinguish one voice from another. The price climbed quickly,