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"Wolf Pack"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, humor, angst um...I think
that's all...OH YEAH! *slaps her forehead* Totally AU, and language
(Duo can never swear enough) Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you can
try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa
(But, her name is Duo...) Comments: The idea of the bar thing and what the
bartenders do came from the movie Coyote Ugly, but with a little twist.
Everything else is original (I hope). Um, the only G-boys name used
in the story is Quatre's the rest have other names to go with the
story. Dingo is Duo, Coyote is Heero, Hyena is Wu Fei, Jackel is Trowa.
All the guys are pretty much in character, so you should be able to
tell them apart. Hope you enjoy it! ^-^ Rating: NC 17
Part 4 Quatre chewed his bottom lip nervously. He was starting
to once again doubt that coming to the Wolf Pack tonight was such
a good ideal. He had arrived at seven thirty. He wanted to get in
early, but hadn't count on the long line outside. The line consisted
mostly of women. There were a few guys, but as they got ready to enter
the bar, they were turned away. Not only the guys were being denounced,
but several females as well. Which only made Quatre feel a little
more self conscious. Most of the girls being rejected were extremely
pretty. They were definitely females too, or at least he was sure
they were. Suddenly, an ideal consumed him. What if they weren't really
girls, and that's why they were being turned away. Swallowing hard, the ideal persist. Even Quatre was
convinced that they were women. Which meant that after one look at
him, the bouncer would definitely turned him away too. He tried his
best to pull off the outfit he was wearing. He had checked his image
several times before he left, and even added make up. He wore a pair
of tight leather pants, matching jacket that was worn openly over
his red sequenced halter top. He had chosen to wear black leather
boots, since he had never walked in heels before. Just to completely
disguise himself, he bought a long jet black wig and green tinted
contacts. He had even purchased a fake ID for his new identify. As he got closer to the front of the line, he listened
intently to what was being said between the bouncer and the people.
It was kind of hard with everyone else talking, and laughing. It wasn't
until a few people stood between him and the door that he was able
to barely hear the conversation in front of him. A woman with shoulder
length blonde hair and a deep shade of green eyes was next. She was
very thin and could easily pass as a model. "Come on Steve, you know who I am. I only come
here every night." The bouncer just stared at her. "I'm
not going to say it." "Just humor me Billie." Steve mused. Billie
rolled her eyes and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"The leader of the pack howls from the back."
She announced with great disgust. Steve just laughed. "That's all I ask for." He smiled and allowed
her to pass. "I can't believe you make me say that every time."
She continued as she walked into the bar. Steve chuckled to himself
and turned to the next girl. Actually it was a group of girls. They
flashed their Ids and yelled in unison. "The leader of the pack howls from the back."
This was followed by short howls and laughter as they were admitted
inside. Quatre tensed. Did Dingo give him the wrong password? Was
Dingo just having a little fun at Quatre's expense? This had to be
some kind of sick joke. Quatre turned to leave, but was greeted by
Steve. Without a word he snatched Quatre's ID and stared at it. "Sammare Wyroba?" He turned his deep brown
eyes at Quatre. "I've never seen you before." Part of him
wanted to repeat what was said by Billie and the group, but he wasn't
sure about the full effect of what the phrase meant. He froze, unsure
of what to do. "The Dingo howls the loudest?" He stammered,
still a little weary if what Dingo told him to say would save him.
Steve studied the lady in front of him a little closer as he returned
the ID. "Enjoy the show." Steve commented and allowed
Quatre inside. Relief washed over him as he quickly entered. He was
still a little shaky when he heard a familiar voice blaring through
the room. It was Dingo. He was standing on the counter rapping while
the others served customers. He was wearing a pair of blue velvet
pants and a long over coat that near touched the bar top. The sides
of the pants were made of fishnet material, which was only exposed
when the coat was slightly removed. It appeared that Dingo wore nothing
underneath the fishnet. "Howl with the pack. "Let me introduce you to the pack, "Howl with the pack "Last, but not least, is the leader of the pack
"Hey." Quatre jumped as he felt a hand rest
on his shoulder. He quickly spun around to face the person. "I
didn't mean to scare you." A soft voice commented. The owner
of the voice had long brown hair that was pulled into a high ponytail.
Her brown eyes shone with friendliness. "My name's Claudia. Dingo
invited you tonight?" She wondered as she smiled warmly. Quatre
stared at her a moment, trying to figure out how she knew that. "I
heard your password before you came in. Not that I was eavesdropping
or anything." Quatre only nodded, still a little nervous that
he would blow his cover. "This must be your first lady's night."
Claudia laughed. "It's okay. You'll be fine." "How did you know that. . ." "Dingo invited you?" Quatre nodded again as
he realized he just spoke in his normal voice. "Each of the bartenders
are allowed to invite ladies, so each of them have a password. Even
though Wolf does most of the inviting. It's rare to find someone that
one of the bartenders asked to come. I like Dingo's password better
than Wolf's. 'The leader of the pack howls from the back.' How stupid
is that?" She grabbed Quatre's hand and pulled him toward the
bar. "Come on, let's get a better spot. It's about to start."
Quatre quickly pulled his hand form her grasp. "I think I want to stay back here." Quatre
stated as he made sure to use a famine voice. "But you can barely see from back here." She reclaimed his hand. "Besides, this is you're first time, Sammare we have to make it special." With incredible
strength, she began pulling him to the front. "How did. . ." "I guess I was eavesdropping." Claudia laughed as they neared the bar. Once there, they squeezed into the crowd gathering. They were almost at the end of the bar. Quatre observed that there was a huge pole a few feet away from where they sat. He hadn't noticed it the first time he had been there. The bar seemed to end at the pole, turned and continued on the other side until it met the wall to end. Forgetting about the pole, he turned his attention toward the other side of the bar. He couldn't help but wonder where Jackal was. Finally his eyes rested on him. He was at the opposite side of the counter, tending to a customer. The customer was trying to get him to talk, but he remained silent. Money was even being laid on the table and was followed by laughter and silence from Jackal. Quatre guessed that they were trying to bribe him for a word. Everything around him became hazy as he locked onto
the bartender. The loud dance music turned into soft romantic melodies.
One by one, the people separating him from Jackal disappeared, until
it was just them. Even his most vivd dreams couldn't justly portray
their ruler. Jackal had yet to look in his direction, and Quatre found
himself silently willing the green eyed dream to do so. Suddenly his
body started shaking. It took him a moment to realize that Claudia
was causing it. He blinked a few times, then reluctantly turned his
attention to the brunette next to him. "Are you okay?" She
asked with concern. It was then that Quatre realized that he had been
holding his breath the entire time. Exhaling, he nodded. It was all
he could do since he couldn't find his voice. "Hey Clau. What's hanging?" Dingo asked as
he stopped in front of them. "Nothing I hope." She answered. "Grrr-rowl. You know there's nothin hangin here."
"There better not be, cuz you're going to be mine
tonight." "Hmmm. . . I hope you cashed in daddy's life insurance
policy or else I wouldn't be making such cheap promises." "No promises tonight." Quatre was the only
one to notice that Coyote was glancing toward the flirting couple.
"And who's this little hottie you brought with
you?" Dingo wondered, looking directly at Quatre, and slid in
front of him. "I haven't seen you around here. Ever howled before?"
Claudia laughed. "Wolf's getting better at inviting ladies."
"Very funny Dingo. You know very well that you
invited her." Dingo blinked a few times as if trying to remember.
"Daaammmmn. What the fuck was I drinking if I don't
remember inviting you?" Quatre blushed. Maybe he looked too much
like a girl after all. "Are you sure I invited you? I think I'd
remember if I did." "Are you drunk?" Quatre asked, trying to sound
the way he had earlier, just in his girlie voice. He followed this
with a meaningful look. "No, I'm not drunk. So I just had a few sips, that
doesn't mean that. . ." Realization dawned on him as he continued
to studied Quatre. "Now I remember." He stated and placed
his hand on his forehead. "You look good tonight." "Why don't you stop yapping and start working."
Coyote snapped as he stepped next to Dingo and served a guest. "Hey, yapping is my work." Dingo commented
as he reached for some glasses. "Besides, it's nine." Coyote said quickly
and then continued along the length of the bar. Dingo grabbed Claudia's
wrist and looked at her watch. "Boy, time flies anymore." He commented as
he reached for the microphone. "Who's up first?" Claudia asked suddenly as
Dingo ascended onto the bar. "Jackal." He called and then demanded the
attention of the crowd. "Good evening to all you lovely ladies
out there. Once again, it's lady's night. The one night a month you
look forward to, more than Christmas." He grinned wildly. Once
he was sure he had the crowd's undivided attention, he threw the microphone
to Hyena and continued. "Can I hear some howling out there?"
He yelled loudly and was greeted by his request. Even Claudia threw
her head back in a loud howl, which startled Quatre a little. Once
the crowd was clam, Dingo continued. "Well all right then."
The dance music quickly gave away to the fast tempo of "Trip
Hoppin" a song by a band that was once called Aerosmith. "We
won't waste any more time. You know how it works, so get your checkbooks
out because Jackal's up to bat." This was greeted by more howls.
Quatre's eyes were glued to the object of his affection.
As soon as Dingo was down, Jackal began dancing to the beat of the
song. His movements were slow and seductive. His emerald eyes were
downcast, as if he was too ashamed to look at the audience. At least
that's the feeling that Quatre got from him. Now that he thought about
it, and witnessed it, he had to admit that he did like to watch Jackal
dance. He was becoming a little aroused too. Thankfully, his tight
leather pants concealed his excitement. Gradually, Jackal was making his way across the length
of the bar. He stopped as the first verse ended and gave way to the
chorus. He slowly removed his cow printed Swede vest and swung it
over his head. As the chorus ended, he threw the vest over the face
of one of his viewers. The viewer was Billie, who greedily accepted
and clutched the vest as she continued to watch him with hungry eyes.
Jackal resumed his dance. At the half way point of the counter, he
dissolved into a series of flips and cartwheels. He ceased the acrobatics
right in front of Quatre. In one swift motion, he ripped at the front
of his black silk shirt. The buttons easily gave under the force and
his tanned chest was exposed. Quatre felt his jaw drop slightly as he looked up at
Jackal. The chest was like a statue. Completely flawless and nothing
less than beautiful. Jackal then leaned against the pole and slowly
slid down it to a sitting position. In doing so, the shirt slid down
his left shoulder, unveiling his muscular biceps. Turning his head
slightly, he looked into the audience. His bangs covered the entire
right side of his face, a few stray strands ventured to the left eye.
It was then that emerald met emerald. Jackal appeared confused for
a moment, completely forgetting about his dancing. He squinted a moment
as if remembering something. Pushing himself to his feet, he continued
to stare at the owner of those emerald eyes that seemed so familiar
and so strange at the same time. The silk shirt was completely removed.
He carelessly tossed it into the crowd, never breaking eye contact
with Quatre. He stalked over to his admirer and kneeled before him.
He extended both his hands to the Arab. Their eyes still locked, the
hands were accepted again. The next thing he knew, Jackal was behind him, their
bodies crushed together. The Latin striper was swaying both of them
in a motion as if they were making love. Slow and steady, without
a feeling of rush. They were so close that Quatre could feel Jackal's
arousal against him. This only made himself harder, and now it was
painfully pushing against the leather begging for freedom. Quatre
closed his eyes and focused on the sensations coursing through him.
His heart was pounding, pulse was racing, flesh was burning with desire.
Jackal wrapped his partner's arm around his neck. The dancer's fingers
lightly trailed down the arm and breast area until it reached the
thigh and was slowly turning inward, but Quatre stopped him before
he could find the cracker jack prize. The whole thing seemed like
a dream. A dream he has had many times. A dream that sent him to the
bathroom every morning to relieve himself. "Make me yours." The voice was brief, soft
and pleading, but still managed to cause chills to run up and down
the smaller boy's spine. Quatre's eyes flew open in surprise. Did
Jackal really say that or did he image it? He didn't have time to
ponder the question as the source of the question was now standing
in front of him. He pulled their pelvic areas closer as he continued
dancing, pulling Quatre with him. Their eyes locked again, and with
each lyric, Jackal was getting closer to him. Quatre could feel the
erection rubbing against his knee, as he was afraid his own would
soon be detected. But the other seemed too busy with seducing him.
He felt his hands being guided to the front of the Swede cow spotted
pants, but he didn't want to break eye contact with the dancer. His
finger tips brushed against the rock hard manhood hiding behind the
Swede wall. The body caressing his was telling him one thing, but
the emeralds gazing deeply into sapphire was telling him something
else. He was aware of what the body wanted, the emeralds were still
concealing a mystery. By this time, their lips were so close that
Quatre thought for sure he would be rewarded with a kiss. Before their lips could meet, Jackal pulled away far
enough for Quatre to realize what was going on. The taller boy had
used his hands to pull the pants down, revealing a black G-string
underneath. Quatre closed his eyes quickly and tired to pull away,
but Jackal stopped him from doing so. He continued to guide Quatre
to remove his pants. Half of him felt that this was wrong. He shouldn't
be doing it. The other half wanted to. This part felt that nothing
could be more right than what he was doing. Jackal placed his hands on the Arab's shoulders and
pushed him to his knees, the cow print pants followed without any
resistance. Quatre's breathing quicken, and he closed his eyes tighter.
When they opened, he was greeted by Jackal's erection, which was only
a few inches from his face. Quatre looked up at the emerald eyed bartender.
A small smile pulled at the other's lips as he looked down at the
disguised boy. The smile was only there for a millisecond, but was
enough to make Quatre's heart skip a beat. In an instant, Jackal back
flipped away, leaving his pants in Quatre's hands. The undercover
blonde remained kneeling on the bar for a moment, completely shaken
from the experience. Trying to decide if it really happened, or if
he was dreaming again. It had to be real, for he was still clutching
the pants that he had just removed. He kept his eyes locked on the
dancing figure as it flipped its way to the opposite side of the bar.
Still dazed, Quatre slowly slid off the counter and
back to his seat. The song was slowing, signaling that it was almost
over. When the song finally ended, Dingo picked up the microphone
and climbed next to Jackal, who was still wearing the G-string. The
music disappeared and Quatre realized for the first time how loud
the crowd was screaming. "Ladies, let me introduce, the male version of
Catwoman." This statement was followed by a few laughs. "Tisk. . Tisk. . So much to expose, so little song
to do so." He joked into the microphone. "Besides, where's
the fun if everything is placed in front of you?" "Lose the string." Someone else shouted, this
one was closer. Dingo looked up at Jackal. "Your fans are displeased. Whatever shall we do?"
He tossed the mike to Coyote and stepped behind Jackal. He slid his
hands slowly down the perfectly chiseled chest, until they met the
hips. He then grabbed the sides of the last shred of evidence and
pulled them from tanned skin. Causally, he started to pull the cloth
down. The crowd erupted, waiting for the exposure. Before Jackal's
pride was shown, Dingo pulled the covering back up and side stepped.
"We'll just leave that to the imagination." Boos exploded
and a few actually threw napkins at Dingo. The braided bartender only
laughed and dodged. "There's only one way to find out what's
behind curtain number three." He gestured toward Jackal's groin.
"Or should we just hand him over to the extremely rich, extremely
sexy, extremely beautiful, extremely bitchy because I only get laid
once a month Billie?" Dingo joked as he pointed down at the blonde,
but was staring at Quatre. Billie wore an undesirable smirk on her
lips as she eyed Jackal knowingly. "What's that mean?" Quatre wondered aloud.
"Billie always wins Jackal." "What?" "The auction. She always wins it. I've seen her
go as high as fifteen." "Dollars?" Quatre asked confused. "Hundred." Claudia informed bluntly. "You
never talk about dollar amounts here, unless you're talking about
the drinks." "Just a little side note." Dingo's voice chimed
in. "Tonight's special, two Jackal's for the price of one. That's
right. This once in a lifetime opportunity occurs tonight and tonight
only. You get not one, but two. Count them, two nights with Jackal.
So lets open the bid at two." "Two." Billie announced boldly. "I have two. Do I hear three?" Dingo asked
aloud and was greeted by silence. "Why isn't anyone bidding?" Quatre wondered
as he kept his eyes glued to Jackal. "I told you, Billie always wins. No one is willing
to challenge her any more." Claudia explained as Coyote served
her a Shirley Temple. "Come on ladies. You're going to let him go for
a messily two?" Dingo asked astounded and shot a glance in Quatre's
direction. More silence. Sighing deeply, Dingo continued. "Two
going once. . ." Jackal closed his eyes, his face was emotionless.
Suddenly Quatre felt bad for him. "Two going twice. . ."
He wasn't sure why, but he felt that something was wrong. That Jackal
didn't even want to be up there, let alone go with Billie. "Two
going three times. . ." Looking at him now, Quatre felt he was
watching a innocent man being lead to the gallows. Dingo was now staring
at Quatre. "So . . ." "Three." A female called before Dingo could
finish. It took a moment for Quatre to realize he was the one who
called out. He could feel eyes turn on him but the only set that didn't
was the emerald ones that were still closed and downcast. "Four." Billie snapped and stared down the
bar at Quatre. "Five." Quatre countered, still feeling nervous
about the whole ordeal. Billie was silent for a moment. "Five going once. . ." Dingo stated, a happier
note in his tone. "Ten." Billie informed looking up at Dingo.
Her eyes clearly daring him to accept a higher bid. "Fifteen." Quatre couldn't believe that he
had said that. He had no ideal where he planned to get the money.
It's not like he could ask his father for a thousand and five hundred
dollars just for a date. Billie darted ice at Quatre with her eyes.
"Sixteen." Jackal finally opened his eyes
and looked toward Quatre. When their eyes met again, Quatre found
the courage to continue bidding. "Seventeen." He would find a way to pay for
it, no matter what. Billie remained silent. "Seventeen going once. . ." Dingo announced
once he realized that the bidding had slowed. "Seventeen going
twice. . ." His grin widen as he looked over at Quatre. "I think you upset one of the locals." Claudia
said quickly as she tapped Quatre's shoulder. He followed her pointing
finger to Hyena, who had stopped serving a guest to see who had won
Jackal. He was glaring at Quatre. Quatre swallowed hard, wondering
if Hyena saw through his disguise. "Seventeen going three times. . .Sold!" Dingo
shouted. "To the hot little number in leather." He pointed
at Quatre. "You better go get dressed stud." Dingo patted
Jackal's shoulder as he descended the bar. "For seventeen, you
better give her the night of her life." Quatre watched his prize
walk toward a room behind the counter. As he did, he passed Hyena.
Hyena grabbed Jackal's shoulder and said something that Quatre couldn't
hear. Jackal returned his comment and continued walking. The bottle
that Hyena was holding shattered under the force of his grip. The
liquid sprayed about and dripped down his bloodstained hand. His black
eyes were threatening the most painful of deaths. "Wow." Claudia breathed as she stared at Quatre.
"Sammare, you must be rich." Quatre looked up at her. "I've
never seen any of the guys go for that much. The most I've seen was
Dingo at fifteen fifty." What exactly had he gotten himself into?
"Next up is Coyote." Dingo informed. He quickly
hopped off the bar and Coyote took his place. "Before we close tonight." Dingo answered
as he sat a drink in front of Quatre. His violet eyes then averted
to Coyote who was removing his shirt. "What?" "I warned you to bring money, didn't I?" "Yeah, but I didn't expect that much." "What did you expect?" "Something wrong?" Hyena questioned as he
stepped over to them wrapping his cut hand. "You can get the
money, can't you." He snarled and narrowed his eyes at Quatre.
"Down boy." Dingo said sarcastically, after tearing his eyes from Coyote. "Can't attack the paying customers. Besides, I think you're being paged any ways." He continued and pointed at Billie who was staring in their direction. Hyena scowled at Quatre
a second longer before leaving. "What would happen if I can't get the money by
then?" "Then Jackal gets sold to mega bitch Billie for
her original bid." The whole time he spoke, he watched Coyote
dancing. He picked up the nozzle for the water and aimed. Without
warning, he began to soak the exposed flesh. "Damn he looks good
wet." Dingo commented as he watched the glistening droplets of
water dance down Coyote's muscles. "You close at two, right?" Quatre asked suddenly.
"Tonight we close at ten." Dingo answered,
never taking his eyes off the Japanese stripper. "Ten?" "Yeah, we close early on lady's night. We have
to tend to our bidders, don't we?" "You take checks or credit cards?" Quatre
asked desperately. "Ha. Ha. That was funny." Dingo continued,
and ripped his eyes from his lover. "Cash only." He pulled
out eight shot glasses and a couple of bottles. He poured the drinks
as he spoke. "My suggestion to you is to go two blocks down.
There's a ATM machine. Go clean out your allowance for the week. I'm
sure you'll be fine." "Allowance?" "I saw the school you go to and the car you drive.
Daddy must make at least seventeen a hour just to sit on his ass because
he probably owns whatever business he works for." "But I have less than an hour Dingo." "Two blocks is less than a five minute drive. You'll
spend, at the most, two minutes at the machine. Another five minutes
to get back here. You'll have plenty of time." "But it took me almost two hours to get through
the line tonight." Dingo rolled his eyes as he served the drinks.
"Right now, there is no line out front. We close
at ten, meaning anyone that was in line at nine was turned away. You
can shoot out there and right back. Steve will let you right back
in. No problem. You and Jackal will be who knows where by eleven latest."
Quatre turned and pushed himself from the stool. "And don't forget
this." Quatre turned in time to catch the pair of cow prints
that Dingo had thrown at him. "Anyone lucky enough to catch the
clothing should get to keep it. You got the second best article."
"What's the first?" Claudia teased, already
knowing the answer before it was said. "The string, if he would have lost it." They
erupted into laughter as Quatre headed for the exit, cow still in
hand. He knew that he didn't have that much in his savings
or checking account. He had maybe a hundred in cash on him now. His
checking only had five hundred, his savings six hundred. Just yesterday
he had paid for another year of tuition and bought books for the new
semester. The money sitting in the bank was supposed to keep him fed
and entertained for awhile. All of a sudden he remembered that he
was given a credit card for emergencies. The limit was six hundred.
Well at least now he knew where he could get the money from. The only
problem remaining was what he was supposed to do for money until his
dad sent more. The whole reason for the budget was so that he could
learn to properly manage money. He silently cursed his father as he
climbed into the car, he threw the pants on the passenger seat. Even
in college, he was being treated like a child. He looked up at his reflection. He couldn't help but
wonder why he wanted to spend seventeen hundred dollars on someone
he didn't even know. Furthermore, what if this guy turned out to be
a complete and total jerk? Then he would be stuck broke. Something
told him that there was no such thing as a refund policy. "I'm such a loser." He told his reflection.
"I'm paying money I can't afford to spare on a date. . . On a
guy I'll probably never see again after this." He leaned back
in the seat and closed his eyes. He started the car and headed for
home. The decision was obvious, just go home now and don't worry about
Jackal. So why was he now stopped in front of the bank? Going hungry
for the next month or so isn't exactly something he wanted to try.
College wasn't something he wanted to risk. So why was he still sitting
in front of the ATM machine? He stared at his card and then the pants.
Was he ready to risk everything for a night with the one person he
dreamed of? Ready to face rejection and disappointment from his father
for disobeying again? Inhaling deeply, he inserted his card. He could always
beg his father for forgiveness. Surely he could find a job on campus
to provide for himself if he had to. Something deep inside him told
him it would be worth it. He watched as six crisp hundred dollar bills
emerged from the machine. A few minutes later, five more appeared.
Followed by another six. "I must be insane." He told himself as he headed back to the bar. ~ * ~
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