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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"
When Heero awoke, tangled as he was in the limbs of Duo Maxwell, he smiled to himself before realizing he was in that uncomfortable limbo between breakfast and lunch and he was fucking starving. He took a moment to appreciate the sleeping figure, sure that he had never seen anything so diabolical - that strong body inert, sharp tongue coiled, wrapping the intractable man in a lovely visage of false innocence. And then he slipped out from underneath the apparently very heavy sleeper. He threw on his clothes, knowing that he looked like hell and smelled like stale sex, but determined to get something to eat and bring it back before Duo woke up. Although he knew he should just walk out that door and not turn back, he couldn't help himself, even despite forcing himself to remember their previous conversation. Duo didn't believe in love, he'd never love him, it was a lost cause, it was only sex. But the image of those lips, so close to his own, teeth restraining them made him weak and he felt, if only Duo would give him half a chance... The trailer guard glared at him warily as he left Duo's temporary residence and he tried not to return the gesture. Surely it did look a bit more than suspicious that he was dropping roses off at Relena's then leaving Duo's the next morning but it was really none of this damned business anyway. He managed to find a table of left over breakfast pastries and coffee warmers and prepared a rather large plate for them with only a few questioning looks from lingering camera crews. Quickly he returned, avoiding the guard, and he was pleased to note he made it back before Duo awoke. He took of his clothes before slipping back into bed, curling up around the other man whose eyelashes fluttered as he melted into the touch. Heero kissed his neck and Duo's fingers sought out his own, finding them and twisting them together. "'Ro?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, and Heero hummed an affirmative, a bit pleased with the nickname. "Brought you breakfast," he murmured back, teasing Duo's ear with his tongue. Duo gasped and reached down to stroke himself through the sheets to ease the tension of his uncomfortable morning erection. The motion made Heero's stomach seize with desire and he quickly reached down to replace Duo's hand with his own. Duo made little helpless sounds as Heero's broad thumb stroked up and down his length. He tilted his head forward and kissed the corner of Duo's mouth. Not quite the lips, but close, closer than he'd ever dared himself to get to that prize. Duo shot him a cautious look but he retreated quickly, slipping under the sheets to trail kisses down his body to his hips, which he lingered on, causing Duo's dick to twitch, desperate for friction and the warmth of his mouth. Heero reached up and fondled his nipples, pleased that Duo was finally giving in, letting him be on offense, not challenging and making him work for it. And when he noted that Duo could hardly take any more, his dick dripping precum, hips jerking forward, he finally gave him what he wanted. Slowly, lovingly he sucked him off, taking his time and lulling his tongue over every fold and crevice until Duo was gripping the sheets with his hands, moaning his name with his favorite expletive despite himself. Heero tried to keep his wits about him, tried not to let the moment turn him on too much, because he didn't want any reciprocation this time. This was about Duo. He was going to make damn sure that Duo knew his intentions, knew that Heero wanted more than just his body, though he wasn't quite sure when he'd decided that himself. They hadn't exactly had too many relationship building conversations... Maybe it was his laughter at Heero's gullibility. Maybe it was his arms encircling his shoulders, his face buried in his neck, as they swayed against each other last night. Maybe it was the way he said love wasn't real, so sure of his own disappointment. Maybe it was before that, on the dance floor, the way he slid so comfortably into his arms as soon as he knew it was him. Or maybe it was the way he was disappointed when Heero missed him in the lobby at Wufei's. Or the damned expression in his too blue eyes when Heero grabbed his wrist and made that silent promise to him that he would do right by him - a promise no one had ever made before. A promise that made his breath catch in his astonishment and uncertainty. But whatever it was, Heero knew with a surety that laid all his concerns to rest that he would pursue Duo with a single minded focus and anyone that got in the way could go to hell. Heero changed tactics then, figuring he'd teased Duo enough, and locked his lips around him, drawing up and down until Duo was unloading in his mouth, shaking with ecstasy and flipping the sheets off of him so that he could stare down at Heero's face. Heero waited patiently until he was done before removing his mouth and placing soft kisses across the expanse of his hips. Duo flexed and sat up slightly, cupping Heero's face in his hands and pulling at it slightly, inviting him to come back up. Heero complied, leaning on his side with his head propped by one hand, staring the man who'd managed to capture all of his attention. "Breakfast and a blowjob?" Duo joked, though Heero could tell he was a bit uncertain about what his level of obligation would be now. "It's just a bunch of pastries," he stated nonchalantly to downplay the act. And then he was rolling out of bed, handing Duo the coffee as he sat up and bringing over the plate to set it between them. "But I fuckin' love pastries!" Duo grinned, enthusiastically grabbing a danish. Heero managed to keep a straight face and deadpanned, "so you do love something, then?" Duo paused with his mouth full, looking stricken as he dared a glance at Heero's face. Heero allowed himself a smirk to let Duo know wasn't completely tearing apart his whole life philosophy over hyperbole. "Asshole," Duo muttered around the sugary confection and Heero laughed shortly, picking up a donut for himself. To cut the awkwardness Heero asked about the shooting schedule for today and Duo informed him that they'd be filming a big dance scene with fifty extras a bit before dusk and then a quick few takes of his personal rap portion within the song, and then any extra takes with Relena they needed. "Are they expecting any retakes of today's shoot?" Heero asked cautiously, not wanting to come out and ask if he'd be here another night but feeling desperate to know. "Oh yeah," Duo shrugged. "You think the three hours it took me n' 'Lena was a while, wait 'til ya get fifty fucking amateurs out there. L1 just doesn't have the dance talent we do back home. Tro's got his work cut out for him." "But he's been working with them for a month," Heero pointed out and then Duo gave him a strange look. "How the fuck do you know that?" he asked bluntly and Heero swallowed hard, unable to believe that he out'ed himself. "Winner introduced me," he tried, not wanting to lie but suddenly embarrassed, knowing Duo would know exactly how much he paid for Trowa's time just to impress him for one night. "Winner?" Duo asked, seeing right through his attempt at deception. "'Lena's image consultant? Why would he do that?" Heero sighed and stared down at his coffee. "Because I asked him to. So that I could learn to dance." And then Duo was laughing, hard, but it didn't feel mean, and Heero lifted his face slowly to watch the other man wipe tears from his eyes. "You paid my choreographer to teach you to dance? My very, very expensive choreographer? You do realize he doesn't typically do one-on-ones, right? I mean, sure, 'Lena cause I asked him for a personal favor, but fuck, what the hell'd you do to get him to agree to that?" "Honestly, I'm not sure," Heero admitted, vaguely concerned that Quatre had made some promise that was going to come back to bite him in the ass later. "Winner booked him for me. We never really discussed it." And then Duo was in his face, his nose brushing against Heero's, coffee and sugar and the night before on his breath, but Heero didn't care. He'd still have kissed him. "You really wanted to impress me, didn'tcha?" "It worked, didn't it?" Heero asked defensively and Duo pulled back, smiling at him. "Yeah. It did." And then he was up, releasing his hair, stating that it'd be easier for him to shower first due to the length of time it took his hair to dry. Heero didn't mind and while he was in the shower he checked his messages. In the middle of reviewing the fifteen messages from Wufei, the agent himself called and Heero reluctantly answered with the vid-screen off, knowing he wasn't going to get him off his case otherwise. "Where the fuck do you think you are?" The angry question wasn't exactly what Heero had been hoping for but he supposed it was to be expected and he sighed, knowing he was about to be subject to one of Wufei's epic rants. "First, I get wind that the cops tag your car as loitering after a clerk called them because you were apparently passed out drunk in their parking lot for over six hours, then I hear all this talk about you and Maxwell at Prohibition and how you ditched Relena for him and made some huge spectacle of yourself, and then you don't answer your phone for days...! Are you trying to give me a stroke?!" "Isn't this something an image consultant should worry about?" Heero snapped in irritation. "I'm not calling as an agent." Wufei's voice softened slightly. "I'm calling as your friend." Well, that certainly made Heero feel like shit. "What the hell happened? Where are you? Are you okay?" The concern in his friend's voice was obvious now, making Heero feel more than a little foolish. "Yeah, I'm sorry," he apologized, a rare feat he was beginning to become quiet acquainted with. "I've just been busy. It's a long story. But I'm fine now. I'll come by your office in a couple days, okay?" Wufei didn't exactly seem satisfied by that response but Heero wasn't going to divulge the whole rambling story of the dance off, and Relena, and his public drunkenness, and the epic sex on the phone when Duo could step out of the shower at any minute. "Don't make me call this phone more than five times before I get an answer," Wufei warned ominously and Heero chuckled. "Yeah, mom," he shot back much to his friend's dismay. "Well someone needs to check this reckless infatuation," he muttered before disconnecting the call. He heard the water shut off at the same time and he watched through the open door as Duo stepped out of the stall. He went through what Heero assumed was a routine, toweling down his hair, brushing it out, wringing it back over the shower before toweling and brushing again, weaving it into a looser braid than he usually wore. Just as Heero was about to stand he got a strange feeling and waited, watching as Duo stared at himself in the mirror, trancelike, then closed his eyes, lips moving soundlessly like a prayer. Then he lifted his arm, the one with the grim reaper tattoo and the older, more faded words which from this vantage point Heero could make an educated guess were Psalm 23:4 - "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me." And he placed a kiss on those words before he snapped out of it and called for Heero, announcing he could use the shower now. Heero was glad he didn't seem to realize he'd seen the private sacrament and he walked over to where he stood, applying a generous amount of moisturizer to his face. He glanced at the other man before opening the shower stall door and then did a double take, staring at Duo's face in the mirror, realizing for the first time that it was riddled with small scars. Duo smiled cheekily when he noticed the attention, although his eyes betrayed an inner sadness Heero could only guess at. "Yeah, they make me wear a fuck-ton of make up. Apparently scars aren't so great for the pretty boy image," Duo muttered, dropping his eyes and going back to rubbing in the skin cream. Heero decided not to pry and he stepped into the shower, turning on the water. But he heard Duo laugh tersely. "You should've heard the bitchin' hissy fit Marquise pitched when I got three rows of dead people's names tattooed into my side." Duo paused and Heero felt a sense of sorrow for the other man. So many names... Were they friends? People from his time on the street? "But he can go fuck himself, never wanted to be a pretty boy anyway..." he muttered so low Heero was sure Duo didn't think he could hear him. He spent the rest of his shower curious as to what Duo could've meant, who those people were, the symbolism of his tattoos, but resolving not to ask unless Duo brought it up. When he got out and toweled off Duo was almost through applying foundation and powder to smooth out his façade. He turned to face him as Heero was running the towel roughly through his hair and Duo smiled, stroking the stubble on his chin with the back of his fingers. "You get to be a man," he stated simply and Heero blinked, confused and surprised. He never thought of Duo as anything but. "I had to have mine removed with lasers. It'll re-grow with time, but it'll be a coupla years." "Why do you do it?" Heero asked, unable to contain the question after everything he said that indicated he was less than happy with the direction of his career. He smiled, loosing his hair again so that he could run a blow dryer over it. "People back home need the fuckin' money. Decided it was better to make the money and be the change than to sing about all the shit that needsta change and get shut down by politicians." "You sold out," Heero breathed the realization, absolutely floored. He always assumed that Duo was happy to finally have money, that the change was a positive for him, that he enjoyed the limelight and the silly lyrics and girls. But now... "I sold out," Duo confirmed with a big, insincere grin as he turned the blow dryer on his hair. Heero slipped out behind him and contemplated the enigma that was Duo Maxwell as he threw on his clothes. Heero had known his past to some extent - it was part of what attracted him to the other man. But now that he was hearing it from the source he found himself confused and wanting more information, wanting to understand his motivation for transforming himself into something he seemed to resent. Surely L2 owed him more than he owed it. But he seemed in better spirits when he got done fixing his hair and they wandered out together, talking to film guys about the work they did last night and eating little catered in sandwiches. Trowa gave him a curious look when they'd finally run into each other and Heero had to fight not to avert his eyes, suddenly embarrassed about what they almost shared. Could've shared. Glad that they didn't share. But Duo quickly launched a conversation on him that he eventually included Heero in, making everything significantly less tense than it could've been. Eventually Trowa and Duo went off to start reviewing the big dance scene and running the fifty dancers through different steps together. Heero couldn't help but smile secretly as he watched the man he'd finally gotten in bed move with more grace than the rest of them combined. And then Relena was walking up to the group, doling out hugs for Duo and Trowa, reviewing the routine as well before she stepped back and started towards him. It wasn't really that Heero had forgotten about her, it was just that he wanted to give her a wide breadth after what a dick he'd been to her over the past... ever. She came up and stood quietly next to him, both of them observing silently for a long time before Duo got called in to make-up. And finally, Relena spoke. "I never realized how hard it's been for you, since we broke up," she said softly. He grunted noncommittally. "I still wish you would've just told me." Heero sighed. "I should've. I guess I didn't want you to think you made me this way, or that I was using you, or that I never loved you. It's just... complicated." She reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "I know you tried. I wish it had worked out too... but... it could be worse. You could be running off with Dorothy." His eyes locked on Relena, the teasing grimace on her face, genuinely shocked at the strangely timed joke, and they both started laughing. She dropped his hand and gave him a warm smile. "Duo's a real sweet guy," she told him kindly. "He apologized to me about everything. There was no reason for it, we're not together, I know that, it was just... I wanted it to be something else." For a moment she seemed lost in reverie. "But I should've been the one apologizing to him. I know I messed up your night." "Don't worry about it," Heero replied honestly, brushing it off. "I don't blame you. It would've never happened if I had just been upfront with you from the beginning. Or if I didn't get so drunk..." She giggled. "I did hear about that..." "Wufei already gave me a lecture," he warned, not wanting to go through the memory of that morning again. Then something occurred to him. "Wait. You didn't tell him - ?" "What a big jerk you are?" she asked curiously, cutting him off. "Oh, I was tempted to. I wanted to make sure he'd never put his hands on you again. I had prepared all kinds of nasty things to say - our relationship gave me plenty of fodder." Heero knew that was an accurate statement. He winced to consider some of the things she might've said. "But, in the end... I couldn't. I told him the truth. That you're a stubborn, neurotic, egotistical ass that will dedicate every last piece of yourself to making sure the few people you care about are happy." Heero stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time. She shrugged a bit uncomfortably and stared back at the dancers. "Thank you," he told her honestly, knowing there was no way he could ever repay her for such an act of unwarranted kindness. "It's the truth," she replied quietly and they lapsed into silence for a moment before she was being drug off for make-up as well. Heero occupied himself by watching Trowa and the dancers until Duo and Relena came back and filming started again. He watched the first few takes before he became aware that some more catering had come in and he set about making plates for his future and his past as he doubted they'd have a lot of time to eat between takes. Eventually the film guys were either satisfied or it was too dark to continue and Relena was let go. Heero waved her over and they sat on a park bench together, eating and watching as the film crew took Duo and placed him on the wall, in front of the huge specter of the moon, having him replace the fox headdress with a feathered fedora and slipping him into an oversized leopard print coat. Heero thought it looked a bit ridiculous to watch someone rap solo on top of a wall, but had no doubt it'd be hot as hell after the editing. "What's the song about?" he asked Relena as they finished their plates. She gave him a coy look. "It's just a silly little song about finding someone sexy to dance with at the club. You know, one in a million." "No," he shook his head with an amused smile. "Not with you two, not one in a million." "I think he wrote it about you," she confessed and for what felt like the hundredth time that day he found himself amazed. At Relena, at Duo, at the whole direction his life was taking. They waited for Duo to finish that short take and he had a brief few minutes to wolf the food down appreciatively. And then Duo was redressed and they left Heero alone to go back to the wall and run through about an hour of retakes. But soon enough they were walking together back to Duo's trailer and once they were inside Duo was jumping into his arms, ripping off his shirt, plastering hot, adrenaline filled kisses all over his face and neck. And Heero was reciprocating, groping his ass, rocking their hips together, letting him lead in his hungry conquest of Heero's body. Heero carried him over to the bed like that, sitting down so that Duo was straddling him, and he licked up his jawline to his ear, knowing what he had to do, what he needed to say. "Fuck me," he growled into Duo's ear and he felt just how badly that command derailed the normally graceful man's perfect movements. His body jerked off rhythm to how he had been moving, his hands dug into Heero's waist, his teeth biting painfully into his neck. But he certainly didn't need to be told twice. He threw Heero backwards onto the bed, jerking down his pants, throwing them off and then kissing up his legs, kissing everything between them with a passionate dedication. It was strange for Heero to let himself relax after spending so long thinking about how to make sure he stayed on offense, stayed aggressive, kept Duo guessing... but now, this was the most meaningful thing he could do for the other man. Give him the right to dominate him. Give him back some masculinity, some control. Being fucked by Duo was just the same as being on the receiving end of his attention ever was. He was teasing and playful, rolling his hips in and out, making Heero expect a certain rhythm and then switching it up, leaving him panting and, though he may be reluctant to admit it, begging for more. When he came, he came unexpectedly and violently, snapping his head back and tearing into Duo's shoulders with inhuman strength, having never experienced such a brutally overwhelming sensation before. And the feeling of Duo burying himself in deep, fighting against Heero's constricting muscles, moaning his name as he fell over the edge was mentally unbearable for Heero. He knew then that it could never be like this with anyone else. And he didn't want it to be. Whatever there was between them might not have been love, if Duo didn't want it to be, but it was more than lust, more than mutual desire, and it deserved more than these two nights and this trailer. "Fuck, 'Ro... You're pretty much perfect," Duo sighed with satisfaction as he fell down on top of him, burying his head into his neck, running a hand down his side and causing his body to jerk and shudder at the tactile sensation too close to his release. "Good thing I'm leaving tomorrow or I'd start to get used to this." Heero's chest constricted with fear and pain and the utter reality that he wouldn't be spending the night with him tomorrow. Or the next day. Or week. Or probably even month. There was no reason for him to be on L1 anymore. The song was recorded and the video shot. And Heero was supposed to be working on new material for his upcoming tour and he only had one stop on L2 and it was nearly eight months away. Yeah, this was it, they were royally fucked. And as he blinked back tears, completely unable to stop them from floating in his eyes in his hyper emotional post-orgasm state, he realized why Duo didn't believe in love. Because the people you try to love just end up fucking leaving you. He warned him from the very beginning and Heero was too damned stupid to listen. He wound his arms tightly around the body above his, kissing Duo's forehead and trying desperately to regain control of himself. "We'll see each other again," he stated, not at all confidently, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice. "Yeah," Duo agreed, though he didn't sound convinced. "That's why it's a damn good thing this ain't -" "Don't say it," Heero warned darkly. "Just don't fucking say it." Duo rolled off of him, but otherwise kept his mouth shut. And although they were both pissed at each other, and the situation, and the fact that they let themselves get that deep in, they couldn't help but seek out the comfort of one another's touch in the middle of the night. tbc... ~ * ~ |
