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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"
The morning after Prohibition wasn't what Heero would call a high point in his life. He woke up to a cop tapping on his window, asking him to move along. He drove home way under the speed limit, his vision still swimming with the lingering effects of drunkenness, and even considering the relatively short drive back to his apartment he still had to pull over to throw up into the street, totally unconcerned if anyone saw him, not thinking about the lecture Wufei would give him if they did. And while home nursing his hang over he realized just how badly he'd fucked things up. Not only had he totally jilted Relena, who was his friend and someone with powerful connections in the media, but he also broke his promise to Duo and left the club without him. What had started out as a great night dissolved into absolute shit simply because he was too big a pussy to tell Relena the truth. At first he just tried not to think about it. His throbbing head competing for attention against the sick feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with alcohol. But after a ton of aspirin, a long nap in his comfy bed, and a little bit of food he felt prepared to plan an apology. Of course he had some reservations about showing up at the filming, chief among them that Relena removed his name from the list and that they wouldn't let him in. But when he got there he was thankfully admitted without hassle. He dressed down, jeans and a black t, so that he had a chance of being overlooked in the crowd. He didn't really think it mattered what he wore anymore, anyway. His big apology was planned for Relena. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Duo. The first thing he did was find her trailer and asked the guard outside to place the two dozen roses and heartfelt apology card in there for her to find when she got back. It was a simple gesture but he knew her well enough to know that anything flashier would be seen as insincere, especially from him. Writing that card had been difficult for him. He admitted a lot of things to her that he didn't much care to think about but which needed to be said. How much easier his life would have been if it had worked out between them. How much he regretted leading her on. How difficult thing were for him since their break up. He couldn't be much more honest with her. He felt like after that, the ball was in her court. And frankly he was relieved to get some of it off his chest. He couldn't exactly tell Wufei about his dating issues - despite the fact that his friend took his sexuality in stride, he still didn't exactly want to hear the nitty-gritty details - and while your ex-girlfriend was clearly not the best option either, the two of them were really the only true friends he had. After that was accomplished he went to hang back with the film crews and watch. The bicentennial wall was erected on L1 in AC 199 as a celebration of everything that humanity went through in the past two hundred years of space colonization. L1 was unique in that it had a huge viewing glass that stretched from the ground to the full height of the colony ceiling and almost as far as the eye could see in either direction, left and right. It was an expensive, ridiculous, over-engineered work of art that was immediately nixed from the other colonies as wasteful.* But the bicentennial wall was built right in front of that vista because it was the most damned beautiful thing you would ever see. The stars were luminous and striking from that vantage point in space, the moon blown up huge due to proximity when the orbit was right - and tonight, it was right. Even Heero still found it breathtaking and he grew up on L1. But it paled in comparison to Duo Maxwell, sitting atop the fifteen-foot wall, throwing back a cola as he waited for Relena to get her feathered headdress fixed. He was wearing a fox skin headdress of his own, the nose of it jutting across his forehead, the paws resting on his shoulders. His shirt was white and open, exposing paw prints painted onto his chest as well as his rippling abs. His jeans were slung low on his hips and he wore thick brown combat boots. Heero's heart squeezed in his chest to see him looking so casual and at ease. He smiled easily and yelled down to Trowa, laughing at the reply. Heero couldn't help but wish he were there, joking around with them, not on the outskirts, looking in longingly. Then Relena was being lifted back up onto the wall, walking over to Duo, and even she looked beautiful in her native princess garb, feathers twisted in her hair and running down her back, leopard spots painted up and down her legs and thighs, a shiny, form-fitting navy dress clinging to her curves, a high pair of yellow pumps making Heero nervous she'd fall right off that wall, despite it being five feet wide. They chatted for a minute before Duo stood and hugged her. Heero wondered bleakly what was said about him in the past forty-eight hours, but whatever it was seemed to bring those two even closer than ever. And then it was all business. Their dance routine seemed to be a playful flirtation of him trying to woo her and they slipped in and out of each other's arms, Relena giving chase while Duo pursued her. Instead of feeling jealousy as their bodies grinded against each other, Heero mostly felt heart ache, realizing he would likely never have the opportunity to touch Duo like that again. It took them nearly three hours for the film guys to be satisfied with the take. Heero didn't have much experience with on-location music videos. The few he'd recorded were mostly in studios or bars or bedrooms, atmospheres lending to his subdued image. He knew that this type of shoot the musicians usually stayed overnight - hence the trailers - and the film guys would go over the video and shoot anything else they needed the next day. But three hours seemed quite a while for a four-minute video to him, though he was clearly no expert. It was nearly midnight by the time they were letting Duo and Relena go. Heero took careful pains to stay with the staff and avoid her. He knew he shouldn't have been trying to avoid Duo, but part of him did consider salvaging this operation by asking Trowa out right then and there. Instead he found himself following Duo back to his trailer quietly, hoping that he'd have a moment of divine inspiration before Duo disappeared for good. Unfortunately he wasn't quite as good a tail as he thought and when they were about ten feet from the trailer Duo turned around, arms across his chest, and called him out. Heero stepped forward to face the other man, although a bit reluctantly. "You left me," he stated flatly. Heero knew it would be a point of contention with him, knowing he hated to be slighted. "This ain't love," Heero replied bitterly. Duo's eyes flashed with anger at his own words being used against him. He stalked up to Heero then and Heero was vaguely worried he was going to punch him. But instead, he did something worse. He didn't touch him at all. He just stood there, letting Heero smell the sweat and sex that naturally oozed out of him, letting Heero take a long, hard look at his toned and sexy body, glaring at him. "That's right it ain't love," Duo snapped. "'Cause love ain't real." Heero fought the urge to laugh at the ridiculous statement. "That's why you only sing about sex and drugs and the streets? Because you don't believe in love?" Duo didn't take kindly to the amusement in his words. "That's right. I sing about shit that's real, unlike your pussy-ass lyrics - you're the most beautiful bitch this and let me make some more fuckin' loooove to you that." His voice slid over the word 'love' mockingly and his lips curled like he was going to spit. Heero couldn't help but chuckle at such an extreme aversion to the idea of love. "Love is just a bad reason for people to feel shitty about themselves. Like poor fucking 'Lena there, feelin' low over a gay guy, and for what? Your so-called fucking love." "Leave her out of this," Heero growled dangerously. "Why?" Duo asked, seeing that he had the upper hand. "Had she been in it for the sex, she'd a realized it wasn't gonna work a long fuckin' time ago, right? Spared ya both some fuckin' suffering..." Heero couldn't argue with that and Duo turned around, knowing he won. He watched as the braided man climbed up the three stairs to the trailer and opened the door. He almost turned to leave but then Duo turned around, studying him critically in the darkness. "Aren't you comin' up?" he asked and Heero was truly stunned by the offer after the chewing out he'd just received. Duo sighed in a loud and exaggerated way. "This ain't fucking love, 'member?" Although he had his reservations, he certainly wasn't going to turn Duo down now. He followed the other man into the trailer - which was really not much more than a place for a big ass bed and I private shower - and Duo immediately slipped out of his shirt, throwing it to the side. It was the first time Heero noticed the other man's tattoos, which he had only gotten brief glimpses of in pictures and videos. A huge half sleeve was inked into his left arm with an elaborate cross flanked by calla lilies and underneath it on his ribs was a three-column list of names spanning from his pec to his hips. His right arm contradicted the left with a crouching, cloaked grim reaper holding a scythe, huge wings cropping from it's back and encircling it, words written on the inside of his arm but hidden from Heero's vantage point. Duo kept the lights low but hit a stereo that was already set up with some slow, down beat music and a woman's throaty voice singing close to the mic, not unlike the way Heero did. Duo grabbed some lube and condoms out of a drawer in a very forward way and threw them on the bed. Then he was back across the small space, standing in front of Heero, looking a bit vulnerable as he stood before him in the dim light. But then he began to sway his hips slowly and he slipped his arms around Heero's shoulders, burying his head against his neck. Heero couldn't help himself, despite his hesitation he returned the embrace, rocking back and forth leisurely with him to the relaxed beat of the music. Duo might not have believed in love, but in that perfect moment, Heero couldn't help but feel himself start to fall. Heero couldn't help the way his body reacted as Duo began trailing kisses up his neck to his ear, nibbling it and stroking it with his tongue. He breathed softly, pressing Duo closer to him, relishing in the intimate gesture. And then Heero was running his fingertips from Duo's pants up and across his ribs, causing him to shiver and pause, pressing his head against Heero's, cheek to cheek. Heero slid one hand up his back and cradled his head gently as the other traced circles across the small of his back. Duo's hands were slipping down Heero's strong body, then, slipping into his back pockets, and he sighed into the tender touches. Then Heero was kissing his jaw, then under his ear, then down his neck and he felt Duo's hips jerk forward into his and he slipped his hand around to grope him, pleased to find him already getting hard. Duo tilted his hips back and forth against Heero's hand, moaning quietly into his ear, the sound of his growing desire quickly making Heero hard as well. And then it all changed. Duo was suddenly on offense, pressed up against him, forcing him backward into the counter space, grinding against him almost painfully. His forehead was pressed against Heero's, his eyes closed, their noses touching and Heero looked down to those lips, the forbidden fruit, and he realized they were quivering. That Duo was biting down into his lower lip, restraining himself. Fuck. That realization made Heero painfully hard, and he gripped either side of Duo's head, digging his fingers into his hair, forcing himself not to kiss him as he careened forward, throwing Duo onto the bed and climbing on top of him. He bit down hard into Duo's neck to stop himself from completing the kiss. Duo gasped and struggled under him, his hips bucking up violently, but Heero had his wrists pinned to the bed and there was nothing he could do to stop Heero's teeth on his neck, his shoulder. Or so Heero thought. But Duo shifted and brought his thigh up to stroke against Heero's crotch. The sudden friction made Heero grunt and pause, his eyes slamming shut, which gave Duo an opening to overpower him. He freed his wrists from Heero's grip and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, ripping it up to his shoulders. Heero sat back on his knees and completed the action, pulling the shirt over his head. Duo leaned back on his elbows, eyeing his body appreciative and Heero suddenly felt very exposed, a feeling he hadn't had with any of the men he'd been with since Relena. He felt his cheeks get hot and hoped Duo wouldn't be able to see his blush in the darkness. Duo reached up and brushed his fingertips against Heero's abs, feeling his stomach tremor against the gentle touch. He grinned and slipped out from under Heero, sitting up on his knees, kissing Heero's cheeks, and nose, and temples, and eyes as he closed them against the simple, affectionate gesture. He felt Duo's fingers trail down his body, pausing to tease his nipples, garnering a short gasp for his efforts, and slip under his waistband. Heero was panting as those nimble fingers teased the sensitive flesh on his hips. And then Duo was unbuttoning his pants and Heero's eyes shot open to stare at the other man. Duo looked up at him, making sure it was okay, and Heero returned the action, his own hands finding Duo's waistband, fumbling with the button as they raced against each other. Unfortunately Duo beat him but Heero was only a few seconds late, and he pushed Duo back onto the bed, forcing him down with a hand on his throat as he trailed kisses across his body. He paused at a nipple, biting it and eliciting a delicious, guttural groan from his partner before moving further downward. Heero removed his hand from Duo's throat and slid off the bed so that he could embrace Duo's cock with his mouth. Duo muttered obscenities as Heero rolled his tongue across him, holding his hips still, and Duo buried his fingers in his hair, twisting it painfully, unhappy that he was the center of attention but unable to fight it off. Heero relieved him of his dilemma and yanked off his pants completely. Duo caught his breath then grinned as he watched Heero slip off his own pants. He grabbed Heero's waist, pulling him forward and returning the attention, gripping his balls in one hand as he sucked hard on his dick. His fingertips brushed against Heero's ass and his breath escaped him. Although he was reluctant to bottom for anyone, he prepared himself for the reality that Duo could very easily overwhelm him and there would be not a damned thing he could do about it. But that didn't mean he was going to make it easy for him. Despite how much he knew he'd regret making that mouth leave his dick, he brought his hands up firmly under Duo's knees and threw him backwards, further up the bed. Duo laughed in surprise and Heero threw himself over the other man, grabbing the lube on his way up. He ground his hips into Duo's, fighting to maintain control as the feeling of their hips like this, devoid of any barrier, caused his vision to darken in lust, in need. He heard the guttural sounds coming from beneath him and managed to spread lube on his fingers before Duo regained control of himself. And then slipped down a bit and had his fingers inside Duo. "Aw fuckin' hell, man," he ground out, fingernails digging into Heero's shoulders. He felt him out gently, carefully, making sure that he prepped him well as he was pretty sure Duo felt just about the same way he did about bottoming. And if he was going to let him - still something Heero didn't feel certain about - he sure wasn't going to go about it half-assed, so to speak, and hurt him. But when Heero slipped his fingers out and trailed them across his balls and up his dick, making Duo's legs shake weakly, he was surprised to find his partner determined not to give up quite yet. In a show of strength Heero didn't realize he had, Duo made a quick motion, throwing his body weight and taking down Heero's torso so that the rest of his body followed suite and quickly he realized he was pinned underneath him. Duo was snatching a condom and Heero took a few deep breaths, trying to relax himself for the imminent penetration. To his surprise, Duo was sliding the condom onto him and positioning himself above him. He moaned helplessly once he realized what Duo was about to do, and he grabbed his partner's hips tightly, squeezing them as Duo lowered himself onto him. The feeling of entering him, being inside him, was certainly more than Heero could've ever imagined - but it wasn't until Duo started moving that he was fairly sure he would never be content to fuck anyone else ever again. He rolled his hips slowly in time with the heavy music Heero'd almost forgotten about, throwing his head back in his own pleasure. Heero watched him intently, fascinated by the way he looked, enraptured, ethereal in the low lighting. He felt himself eke closer to the edge when he remembered his initial promise to Duo the first time they'd met. He'd be the best fuck he ever had. And right now, despite the pleasure written all over his face, Duo was doing all the work. Duo was becoming the best fuck he'd ever had, but hardly the other way around. And that wasn't fair. He brought his hands up to Duo's waist, halting him, and then he rolled his shoulders up and flipped him over onto his back. He'd had to pull out significantly to manage the maneuver and once they were in position he buried himself back into Duo's warmth quickly, causing Duo to cry out. Although he was trembling and fighting not to collapse from the action himself, he realized then that Duo couldn't help himself. He liked it like that. And Heero grabbed the lube, quickly coating his hand in it before slipping that hand around Duo's throbbing, neglected dick. Quickly he set a fast pace that had Duo begging him to fuck him, harder, every time he slammed into him. Duo locked his knees around Heero's hips, forcing him not to pull out as far as he'd liked to have, and his hands clawed as Heero's back in a way that was distinctly painful and pleasurable simultaneously. He was panting and he bowed his head against Duo's chest, sweat dripping from his face as he moved, quickly, deliberately, in his own furious rhythm. He growled low in his throat as he felt himself climax, burying his hips deep into Duo and jerking forward spastically. He managed to just barely remain in control enough to finish Duo off with a few more strokes and then he heard Duo gasp and mutter a few "holy fucks" at the same that he felt Duo's hot cum sling across his chest, making Heero shiver in delight even within the aftershock of his own orgasm. Heero leaned over him like that for a minute, both of them breathing heavy and ragged, feeling weak with exertion and the emotional release of orgasm. Finally Heero realized he was going to have to leave him at some point, despite how much he wanted that moment to last forever, and he pulled out gently before collapsing on the bed next to the man he'd desired for so long. He couldn't help it. He reached out and grasped Duo's hand as they breathed in the cooling air and to his immense pleasure Duo didn't deny him the touch. Instead Duo slipped his fingers loosely between his, unable to do much more as he recovered. At some point the music stopped and the room fell silent and the only thing they could hear was each other's quiet breathing. And then, softly and with a certain amount of reservation Duo's spoke. "You're going to have to leave. I have a thing about guys spending the night. Not love, ya know." Heero sat up, incredulous, and stared down at the man he'd just fucked. Was he fucking serious? He was covered in drying cum, sweaty as hell, parked over a fucking mile away, it was at least one in the morning if not past that - and Duo was laughing. His whole body was shaking and he rolled slightly back and forth. Heero glared for good measure as he fell back into the bed next to his cruel but incredibly sexy fuck. "So gullible!" he crowed in delight as Heero scowled. But his lips tweaked at the edges, unable to be truly angry at Duo's amusement. And then Duo was rearranging him so that he could snuggle up against his chest, and Heero complied, slipping an arm under his head and around his shoulders, locking him in place against his body. He kissed the top of Duo's head as Duo breathed a contented sigh and in no time at all, they were fast asleep. tbc... ~ * ~ * Something people don't think about that my husband and I, being the sci-fi nerds that we are, discuss frequently is viewing portals in space are incredibly difficult to accomplish. You almost have to use some kind of energy force field because any type of damage to it would compromise the structural integrity of the colony/space ship/etc. And there's a lot of random junk floating in space so the likelihood of collision is very, very high. Just so ya know. ;-) |
