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"Tonight is the Night"Written By: ELLE Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing or the boys,
just love writing about 'em. =) Rating: NC 17 Warnings: swearing, SEX, this would probably be a PWP if I could write one (but I can't), AU but still set in the after colony timeline (eh, whatevs, I don't know what I'm doing, try not to think about it too much), and hopefully judicious liberties have been taken with the state of the music industry in AC 195 Pairings: 1x2x1, past 1XR Summary: After breaking up with his pop-sensation girlfriend Relena, rock musician Heero Yuy becomes infatuated with rapper Duo Maxwell and decides he must try to see the up-and-comer while he's in town. This story started as a smutty little distraction from my more serious works and kinda became a life of its own... Author's Notes: This is not the kind of fic I typically write. I find this type of thing trite and silly and I avoid it all costs. That said, working on a soon to be posted trilogy is pretty much destroying my brain and this nonsense is a much-needed break from that. I poured it out in one sitting. Just so ya know, this fic is inspired by two things. The first being a radio interview I heard about John Mayer. Okay, it wasn't really about him, but the guy they were interviewing worked with him and the way he described Mayer reminded me of Heero – quiet and reserved and passionate about his work. So while I'm sure the first thing you don't think about is Heero singing "Your Body is a Wonderland," I don't know, after hearing that interview, I kinda felt like I could really imagine it. So if you can't, then you might just wanna hit the back button on your browser now. ;-) The second thing that inspired me is Macklemore's song 'Thrift Shop.' The first time I heard it I started laughing uproariously imagining Duo singing: "I'll wear your granddad's clothes, I'll look incredible, I'm in this big ass coat from the thrift shop down the road." If you can't imagine Duo signing that, then that back button is still there for you. (Although if you can imagine Heero as John Mayer but not Duo singing Macklemore, I'll seriously question your sanity.) Oh, and the title is from Ludacris' song "Rest of my Life." I'm on a rap/club kick here, bear with me. We'll return to your regularly scheduled program soon enough. I just needed some fluffy entertainment.
"Tonight is the Night"
"We're going to be at Prohibition tonight," Relena practically squealed and Heero fought the urge not to grimace as he was on video. "Duo says we have to give a little preview of our routine tonight. You should come out and see me. And if you like what you see, you ought to come out to the bicentennial wall Monday night to see the filming. I put your name on the admittance list." The coy look in her eyes was worse than the squeal, but only because it meant that he would be an eventual disappointment to her. If Heero were a smarter, less infatuated, less sexually frustrated man, he would've made the decision to steer clear of Prohibition as soon as the words left her lips. But instead he was making the opposite plan, finding himself caring less and less if he hurt Relena in his quest to make Duo Maxwell his. And to some degree he needed to see Duo again. He wasn't sure if the four weeks he spent learning to dance with Barton were a stroke of genius or a terrible, terrible mistake. Barton immediately saw through his newly acquired interest in dancing but didn't harass him about it. Instead, he did his best to teach his new student well enough to hold his own on the floor with Duo as a partner. And Heero felt, after hours of dancing almost every day, that he could finally compete with the object of his desire. The problem was, hours of dancing with the handsome, quiet, and undeniably sexy Trowa Barton began to cloud his thoughts and warp his mind. If he hadn't started the venture for Duo, he knew he would've asked Trowa back to his place on several occasions last week. And he was pretty sure Trowa knew it too and wouldn't have turned him down. And maybe Trowa would've been the better choice - a thought Heero was forced to think about a hundred times a day - but despite their undeniable chemistry Heero was nothing if not stubborn and he felt he just had to see Duo one more time before pursuing the choreographer earnestly. "Maybe," Heero replied as he broke free from his thoughts and started into Relena's questioning eyes. He should've known better than to reply with uncertainty as Relena had the nature of a pit-bull and was persistent as hell. "Heero," she chided, "say you'll come. It won't be that bad. Bring Wufei." Instead of answering, because he knew in all reality that he would most certainly be there and he didn't want her to think it would be for her, he changed the subject. "You know it wasn't you, right?" Confusion crossed her delicate features and Heero felt a brief moment of pride at his ability to catch her off-guard. "Our relationship," he clarified. "It wasn't you. You were perfect, wonderful really. It was me. And I mean that." She waved a hand diplomatically and opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything Heero told her he had to go and cut the connection. Why was it every time he tried to tell her, he just couldn't force the words out of his mouth? He visited many a gay bar, took home men for one night stands, told Wufei straight to his face the reason he broke up with her, but when it came to saying those two little words to Relena herself, he became paralyzed with fear. He ran a hand across his face, rubbing it roughly. He had plenty of time to contemplate the folly of getting into a relationship with her in the first place while he decided what he was going to wear and prepared himself for tonight. Heero chose to actively avoid telling Wufei about his plans tonight, although his friend and agent did end up calling and seeing if he was up to anything. He just wasn't sure if he could take any more of his harassment regarding Duo and his dance lessons and besides, he began to desperately hope tonight would be the night he would finally get Duo and a bed alone. Or at least a car seat - he wasn't going to be that picky. He chose an outfit similar to the one he wore the first time they met, a particular fan of the notion that less was more. Duo typically wore something bold and colorful with outrageous and flashy accessories - oversized belt buckles, rings on all his fingers, knee-high polished combat boots, snakeskin pants, purple fedoras. Heero wanted to emphasized that he wasn't from that world, wanted to seem unique and grounded against his heady fantasy. Quatre told him once that his earthy quality was what attracted people to him, so stick with that. He didn't exactly understand what an "earthy quality" was but he took the image consultant to heart and tried to follow his advice. When he rolled up to the club he knew the place was already packed. It was smaller and more intimate than Avenue, which made Heero feel it was a surprising choice for someone as outgoing and enigmatic as Duo. There was no mezzanine, just a circular bar surrounding the small, dark dance floor. There was a balcony level and an open roof nicknamed "heaven" but Heero felt the whole place was far more his style than Duo's. And he couldn't help but wonder if it was an invitation addressed specifically to him. When he walked in he gave his eyes a minute to adjust to the light by ordering a drink and then he walked the length of the bar, sweeping the dance floor with his eyes. Although he spotted Relena, he didn't see Duo until he was almost walking right into him as he was leaning against the bar, conversing loudly with the actor standing next to him. He immediately found himself retreating back down the bar, unprepared to deal with Duo so suddenly, and he swallowed back his whiskey quickly, reevaluating his so-called foolproof plan. Luckily he didn't have to wait long until Duo was back on the dance floor with Relena and he waited for three songs to pass and Relena's expression to grow just a tad weary before pounding the rest of his third drink and slipping onto the dance floor. The slight buzz he was working on propelled him forward despite his growing uncertainty. Trying to bolster his confidence, he remembered what Trowa said the first time they met, when he explained his desire to dance like Duo. "I didn't teach Duo how to dance like that," he confessed quietly, "that's just how Duo moves. You'll never be able to copy that sensuality, that grace - it's in his DNA." Heero was dismayed by that until Trowa continued. "But I can teach you how to dance like you." And true to his word, Trowa taught him how to dance, but he was more forceful and aggressive where Duo was playful and teasing, and Heero hoped it would be enough. He came up behind Duo, mimicking the way Duo surprised him in the bathroom at Wufei's office, and gripped his hips, immediately grinding into him as the next song started. Quickly he buried his head into Duo's shoulder so he didn't have to see Relena's expression as she stood across from them, less than a foot away, and he nudged down Duo's teal shirt with his nose so that he could lay his lips against his neck. Duo for his part melted back against him, instantly knowing who his mystery partner had to be, and rocked his hips back, making Heero grunt softly. Then Heero noticed all the shouting and laughter around them and the space that cleared once the other people on the floor saw what was happening. It wasn't that two men dancing was a unique experience in this day and age - it was who those two men happened to be. Heero was infamous around Relena's friends for not being much of a dancer and Duo, despite the rumors of his sexuality, never danced with men. In what was really only moments after the beat of the song had started, though to Heero it felt much longer, Duo shifted away from him for a moment and turned to face him. And then all thoughts of Relena disappeared and Heero's breath caught in this throat as he took in the handsome man before him. He had multicolored feathers woven into the left side of his hair and was wearing thick gold eyeliner under his eyes, giving him a very native appearance. Heero wanted to fuck the plan, drag him in and kiss him, but Duo's pleased and teasing smile reminded him of what he was there to do. Duo sashayed his hips back and forth until they were pressed against Heero's and Heero fought to maintain in control of his brain as his body took over. Duo slid a hand up his neck and grabbed his hair, yanking his head to the side, biting down on his neck in a very erotic and vampiric way. The song was fast and in the next beat Heero grabbed Duo's wrists and twisted him around, locking him against his body, their arms criss-crossed in front of Duo, and he rolled his hips aggressively against Duo's ass. He could tell Duo was laughing from the way his throat moved under his lips, the power play on the dance floor exactly what Heero had hoped it would be - an unexpected, unusual but thoroughly enjoyable experience for Duo. He managed to jerk his hands out of Heero's grip and while Heero moved his hands to Duo's waist, Duo dropped his to Heero's thighs, teasing him by sliding them quickly up to his ass. The move made Heero moan, his inexperience obvious as he couldn't stop the act from turning him on, and Duo gained the upper hand again, turning in his arms. Duo slipped his legs around one of Heero's, sliding all the way up so that they were locked together, and Heero gripped his ass, arms trembling slightly as that strong leg rubbed against his throbbing erection. Heero couldn't understand how people danced like this for hours, the friction would surely make him come if he had to dance like this for longer than the end of this song. And then Duo began to undulate against him, pulling his hips away and then slamming them forward and into Heero's as the rest of his body followed the motion upward to start again. Each time those hips collided with his he fought to keep his hold on Duo's ass - and his upright position. But his knees were weak and the effort of rolling his hips left and right in time with Duo was becoming unbearable. Realizing then that Duo was overpowering him again he decided to do something drastic to regain control. He slipped to the side and turned, forcing his ass back against Duo's hips and throwing his head back over his shoulder, tilting it ever so slightly to gaze at Duo's face. Duo was laughing in delight, a big grin splitting his face, and Heero decided that look was definitely worth putting himself in a more submissive position. He slid his hands from Heero's waist to the front of his hips, guiding Heero's rocking motion with them as well as his own hips and Heero was grateful that Duo seemed to understand this position wasn't his forte and to go easy on him. But to be honest he found himself enjoying the ability to take a moment to lean back against the other man, feel his hands on him, Duo's nose teasing his ear, that soft breath panting against his neck. As the song reached it's apex, Duo slid around so that they were facing each other again, grinding quickly to the beat. And then he winked, a warning that immediately made Heero tense up, and he felt Duo's hands rest firmly on his hips and then he jumped up, locking his knees around Heero's waist. Heero managed to catch him deftly, his hands groping his ass as Duo slid his fingers into Heero's hair. Heero felt himself quiver at the sight of those gorgeous eyes staring down at him, full of lust, and his face slid forward in an imitation of Heero's promise in the bathroom stall, his lips getting so close all Heero had to do was press forward half an inch and he would be able to claim Duo as his own. But then it was over. And people were clapping and whistling and showing their general appreciation for the spectacle with hoots and hollers before resuming their own private dances, the floor descending around them again. And the up tempo, fast and furious song they had been dancing to merged into a slow, heavy beat. And Heero hesitantly let Duo slide of out his arms. But to his absolute delight, Duo stayed there, and they rocked slowly against one another. Heero rested his head against Duo's, so that his mouth was at his ear and he wouldn't have to shout over the oppressive music. "You have a rule about hotel rooms?" Duo was chuckling into Heero's ear and his lips brushed against it, causing Heero to shiver uncontrollably. "Yeah. You have to buy me a drink first." Heero drew back a moment to look into his eyes, trying to gauge if he was serious or not. It seemed silly considering he'd had his mouth on his dick not that long ago, but if Duo wanted a drink, he'd buy him the whole damn bar if he had to. But Duo's eyes shown with amusement and he shook his head slightly to let Heero know he was, in fact, joking. "I have to shut down this club," Duo shouted his explanation and waved his hand in a sweeping gesture. Heero thought he saw a moment of disappointment, but didn't let himself get too hopeful. He was a little frustrated himself though he tried not to let it show. His sort of publicity didn't involve making a big scene at a public place so he didn't really understand what Duo had to do to keep up appearances. He had to take him at his word. And anyway, he knew complaining about it wouldn't get him very far. "I'll wait," Heero replied, not looking forward to the next four hours but resigning himself to his fate. Maybe he should've invited Wufei after all. He certainly would've liked to see the shocked look on his face after that demonstration. Heero released him to a horde of women who were waiting to get a taste of Duo and he found himself being faced with a less demanding but similar issue, to his surprise. But it was easy to shake them away and he got himself a drink before heading to the balcony to watch. He was honestly pretty drunk when Relena wandered by almost two hours later and pinned him with puffy red eyes. He couldn't believe he had forgotten all about her. Now he was going to have to deal with her, drunk as he was, and he knew it wasn't going to be pretty. She nodded towards the stairs to heaven and he swallowed back the rest of his drink, stood, and followed her wordlessly up to the rooftop. They found a secluded space off to a corner and Heero fell back into the plush chair while she sat straight and forward a bit, neither one of them looking at the other. A couple of minutes passed before Heero found his voice and quite quickly announced that he was "really drunk," feeling like a warning was appropriate and that she shouldn't take what he said right then very seriously. But Relena was undaunted and she twisted her hands in her lap. "Why didn't you just tell me you were gay?" she asked sullenly, finally turning to meet his gaze. "Told you - it wasn't you," Heero responded, a bit more petulantly than he would've liked. "Yeah but Heero, all men say that!" she spat back in irritation. "I spent over two years wondering what about me didn't appeal to you. It's not like I was somehow unaware you never wanted to have sex with me. It hurt me so bad to know that you didn't want me. Don't you understand that?" Heero could tell she was on the verge of tears again but he didn't know what to say. And apparently Relena wasn't done laying on the guilt because as soon as she caught her breath she continued again. "You touched... him more intimately in those few minutes you danced together than you ever touched me in our whole relationship," she explained, her hands shaking in anger. "Why would you do that to me? First of all, I'm completely humiliated. Everyone knows how you used to refuse to dance with me but you show up here, dancing like that, with him... I mean... And then, to not even warn me, your ex, your friend, about something like that...! I just don't know what to say Heero. I'm just really, really hurt." "Wanted to tell you..." Heero mumbled feebly, knowing it was too late now. The guilt he felt surprised and overwhelmed him. It really wasn't fair to her, and he knew that going in, he just pushed it to the back of his brain so he didn't have to face it. "Well, you didn't," she stated coldly and stood. "I think it would be a bad idea for you to come to the filming Monday." Now she knew. He wouldn't have been going for her anyway, he would've gone for Duo. And the warning was clear. And then she was gone. In his inebriated state Heero felt both her emotions and his own more poignantly than he expected and he realized in that instant that he simply had to get out of there. He wanted to be home, alone, with a bottle, so that he could pass the fuck out and pretend that conversation never happened. He found himself stumbling down the stairs and out to his car, climbing in and driving a few blocks before realizing he was entirely too drunk to be doing that and pulling sloppily into a gas station. And then he put the top up on the Viper, wandered into the gas station, purchased a six pack, and sat in his car and slammed them back until he could convince himself that the water in his eyes wasn't tears and he fell asleep. tbc... ~ * ~ |
