Dancing for your Love

Summary: Well, Quatre starts a new job at a strip place (pleeze don’t send flames quatre lovers!)
Pairings: 2+6…more to come
Disclaimer: If I owned GW, I wouldn’t waste my time writing no fanfics. I’d be trying to make up for a craseriseries like Gundam seed…
Warning: YAOI AHEAD!!!! I you no likey, go someplace else. But not in this chapter…chapter two mos def…but none here
Rating: Ah…the kids can read it.


The Debut

The bass was bumpin’ and the music was jumpin’ and the crowd was eager and ready. When the curtain opened everyone cheered as the Palace’s premier dancer stepped out onto the stage.

The glittering lights of the stage caught every seductive turn, twist, and step. Golden crème skin was dyed red, then green, then blue, then a deeper gold as tiny, tight hip hugging boy shorts were peeled down to reveal the glory of a little black g-string and a finely toned behind. The dancer bent slowly and surely, pleasing the nearest customer with a rare close up of his lovely flesh. Daintily stepping out of the shorts, the dancer leapt for the gleaming chrome polish of the catwalk’s pole, wrapped a sinewy leg about it, leaned back, and spun. A chestnut braid whipped out and around with the motion of the dancers body and as he reached the floor he lay perpendicular to the pole, straddling it as it lay snug against his groin.

Duo Maxwell licked his lips and moaned loud enough for the crowd to hear and enjoy as he arched up off the lighted walkway against the pole. Several mean beat their tables and howled raucously. Duo smiled to himself and pulled him self up by the gleaming support.

Oh, how he loved what he did!

Men offered up their money and Duo offered up his body so they could place their tips on his scantly clad form. Some were shy and tucked their bills into the waistband of his g-string; others were bold and went so far as to slide it between his cheeks or even under the scant material near his crotch. He giggled and danced even more provocatively. He made love to the pole and even jumped off stage to give a few free lap dances to the crowd.

Over in the corner of the club Duo noted a dark haired man with impossible bangs. His covering of hair revealed a single deep green eye that was both penetrating and thoughtful. Duo smiled his way and received a smile in return. It was good of his friend Trowa to come see their mutual friend on the date of his debut.

Duo sat in a customers lap and nuzzled his ear, giggling. He hoped his friend wasn’t nervous.


Backstage, a petite blond was staring at himself he mhe mirror. He twisted and turned, unsure about his choice of stage costume. He was supposedly dressed as a young, innocent schoolboy, but if that were true this was a raging perversion of that wholesome image, not to mention the uniform. The button down shirt was tight and form fitting with a notable lack of button that showed off his chest and stomach and a loose tie hung around his neck for “authenticity”. In addition to that he wore crotch grazing short shorts that showed a great deal of his shapely ass and high knee socks that ran up his muscled, if not tapering legs.

“Quatre!” a deep voice called, “Curtain in 90 seconds!”

“Okay!” he called back. The blond practiced some moves quickly then snatched dup his “school bag”.

It was time for his debut.


Trowa watched Duo leave the stage and smiled. The young braided stripper really enjoyed the stage and milked it for all it was worth. He was glad he didn’t have a shift at the bar tonight. Getting other people drunk could be put on hold for on night. Tonight, he would watch is friend’s debut.

Initially, the slender former gymnast hadn’t wanted the small blond to go into stripping because of the evil temptations of the lifestyle, but when he learned Quatre was planning to work at the Palace, he changed his mind and gave in. The Palace was a respectable place, in terms of legitimate business. No drugs, anyone who got trunkrunk was escorted out, customers were ID’d and the place had crack security.

A man that believed peaceful means could resolve everything had started the Palace. He believed in only peace time pursuits, especially dancing. The place had been handed down to his daughter who was said to just be a figurehead.

Trowa heard the announcer over the P.A. system. It was finally Quatre’s turn.


“Coming to you on stage tonight is one of the Palace’s newest dancers! He’s a sweet young thing that just loves, loves, loves making nice with teacher! Give it up for Quatre!”


School bells chimed over the sound system and Quatre sauntered out on stage, hips swaying. He put on his most innocent look and draped his school bag over his shoulder. He went down the lighted catwalk and grasped the pole in one hand, swung around, and tossed his bag back near the curtain. He winked and blew a kiss at the crowd.

The men hooted and hollered and as the music began and the blond started his routine, he knew he had won them over. Two people in the crowd especially.


From the corner stool of the strip club’s bar, a small Asian man sat nursing a bottle of imported beer. He felt his desire surge and his pants grow tight as he watched the delicate boy on stage relieve himself of his clothing in a most provocative way. He decided right then and there that he would have that boy. He had to. His pride demanded this conquest, as did his loins.

The man sipped his beer and eyed the schoolboy stripper. Those green eyes were so beautiful, so innocent. He would fill those eyes with pleasure and longing.

He turned towards the barkeep that was shining a glass.

“What is his name?”

The bartender was another blond whose platinum locks cascaded down his graceful back. His sky blue eyes examined the glass currently being polished then looked at the man, disinterested.

“That is Quatre. He’s new.”

“How can I meet him?”

The man rolled his eyes. “Try going up and saying ‘Hello’.”

The blond bartender left him and went to serve another customer. The Asian man scowled then turned his attention back to the blond bishounen gyrating on stage. He took out his wallet and extracted a hundred dollar bill.

Quatre slid forward on his knees and ran his tie between his legs. He bit his lip and whimpered which thoroughly pleased the crowd. He smiled, winked at a customer, got up, and began to work the pole again.

He noticed a man coming up to the stage. The man had shining black hair pulled back into a short tail and was wearing a fitting black polo tee that displayed finely chiseled muscled. Though the man was small, Quatre could definitely see the power in his frame and in his eyes, which were currently eyeing Quatre like a prize.

Quatre slid down the pole and crawled over to the edge of the stage as the man beckoned him forward. He produced a smile as the man slid the bill down his back and into the strap of his red thong.

“You’re beautiful…” the man whispered.

“Ah, ah…” He admonished, standing. “No touching or you’ll get detention.”

Quatre danced away and began to teasing the crowd by hooking his thumbs in the thong straps and easing the down, then back up, and back down as the crowd cheered or groaned. He noticed the Asian man smiling at him most predatorily. He ignored it and strode forward to receive more tips.


Trowa watched the dark haired man touch his beloved –no. Touch his best… friend…?

Trowa felt the sick burn of jealousy expand in his chest and found himself reducing and innocent paper drink umbrella to nothing. He frowned and stopped abusing the decoration. A drink plopped down beside him and he looked up into the smiling face of a sandy blond woman with a feather in her hair.

He smiled. “Thanks Catherine.”

“You were frowning! Come on! It’s a strip club! You act like someone was tossing knives at you! Smile!”

They shared a laugh and the bargirl floated away into the jungle of tables, chairs, and horny men. But then, Trowa frowned again anyway. Was Quatre his…beloved? He shook his head and sipped his new drink, dispelling the notion. It was the lights and the dancing. Naked dancing men could put strange ideas in a on’son’s head. His mind was clearly trying to start a rebellion.

But what you feel is in your heart! A voice in the back of his mind said.
Oh shut up! He snapped back.

The music ended and Quatre collected all of his cash and returned backstage. Duo was already back thee, stretching and preparing for his next set. He was in a waiter’s outfit that didn’t leave too much to guess on the menu.

“How’d it go? Didja like it?” he asked.

Quatre smiled and took the towel that was offered to him by a helper girl. He dried himself off and tugged the boy’s braid.

“It was alright.”

Duo stopped and turned. “Alright?! Come on!”

A happy grin broke out on Quatre’s face. “It was great! Some man gave me a hundred dollars!”

“Congrats! –”

“Duo, you’ve got 30 seconds!”

“Shit!” the boy kissed the blond on the cheek. “Here I go again! This time it’ll be me and Dorothy!”

Quatre shook his head, smiling as Duo bounced away. The brunette was a bundle of energy.


The work night continued and Quatre performed again. He noticed Trowa there and blew kisses his way and smiled at the crowd as he danced. The man who had given him the hundred was still there, but now seemed content to watch.

Oh well. He told himself. Better luck next time.


At the end of the night, Quatre counted up over four hundred dollars. He became giddy and failed to notice his friends in the mirror.

“C’mon Q-man, it’s just money!”

He jumped and spun. Duo stood in his civvies flaunting his own wad of cash.

“But Duo! It’s four hundred, five hundred dollars! In one night!”

A tall blond came toward them. “Sure, brag about your pay in front of the lowly barkeep.”

The man enclosed his arms around Duo and kissed the man on the cheek.

“Ready Sexy?”

Duo blushed and nodded. With his lover, Mr. Energy was suddenly very shy and unsure. Quatre attributed this with the blond’s overwhelming maturity at times.

“Hello Zechs. Did you see me?”

“uh…yes. I can’t tell you what I think though or my little Sunshine here will put me on the couch.”

Duo grinned. “He was good. Sexy definitely. Trowa was eating you with his eyes.”

Quatre smiled as the aforementioned party arrived. “Hello Trowa.”

The brunette gave him a rose bouquet. “For your debut.”

He took it and smiled. “Thanks Trowa. I made about five hundred dollars!”

“Now why does this job sound alot better than bartending all of a sudden?”

Zechs laughed. “I know, but a job is a job.”

Duo looked up at Zechs and whispered. “Home?”

“Yes m’love. Bye guys!”

The two left, holding hands. This made Quatre smile again. He was really happy that Duo had ended his string of physical relationships that only lasted days for the real thing.

Trowa coughed, interrupting his reverie. “Still need a ride?”

“Oh sure! Let me get my things!” The blond darted off into a side room then popped back out, bag in hand.

“Let’s go!”

Trowa nodded and motioned for Quatre to follow. The two left he club and stepped out into the darkness.

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