Dancing for your Love
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Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
7,117
Reviews:
72
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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*chapter title*
Summary: We get a tad steamy
Pairings: Q-man + Wu-man,
Disclaimer: If I owned GW, I wouldn’t waste my time writing no fanfics. I’d be trying to make up for a crappy series like Gundam seed…and 0083, except the theme song oh and 008 th teams song…. “I gotta burning love! (burning love)….” “Just wild beat, communication...”
Warning: You’re on aff.net, guess what sort of rating this COULD have
Rating: I ain’t ur mama, figure it out
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 13
Trowa did his best to try and stay calm. He’d nearly wrecked his vehicles three times while driving to work after seeing that filth with his beloved. How could Quatre fall for Wufei and not him? Was he imperfect some how? Was he flawed? What did Wufei have that he didn’t?
The long banged bartender stomped into work, tied his apron tightly and began shining glasses. He’d be damned if that snake would take Quatre away from him! If it was the last thing he did he’d make sure he –
--the glass shattered in Trowa’s hand and the music in the bar stopped. A customer leaned forward and inspected his hand.
“That’s a really nasty cut…”
“You would know!” he snapped viciously.
Heero stared hard at him and Trowa slowly took his hand back. “Look, sorry for that I just…I’ve had a terrible day. What can I get you?”
“The same as usual…”
Trowa looked in the tiny fridge behind the bar and sighed. “No beer. Would you like something else?”
“I suppose anything will be good…as long as I don’t reek when I get home. Wufei hates it when I drink…he says it’s not my place…”
The green eyed man frowned and sat out a glass for his friend. If only he knew…
**
Une had no idea how to handle the situation. How had she escaped her orderlies?
Relena Peacecraft sat on the edge of the stern woman’s desk rambling on about how everyone was out to get her and that she never got anything she wanted.
“I mean…my Daddy gave me this place…” she paused, sniffing for emphasis, “And they took it away and gave it to that woman…”
“Would that woman be me Ms. Peacecraft?”
The blond turned on the desk swiftly, falling off. Une motioned for her bouncers to pick her up again.
“Relena…it isn’t best for you to be out right now. Aren’t you on strong medications?”
“Yes…” she slurred. “They keep the bad things away!” she grinned and motioned at the bouncer. “I pay his checks you know?”
“I know…” the woman sighed, motioning for the muscular man to get her a chair. “Relena…the orderlies will find you and take you back to Sanc Hospital where you belong.”
“I don’t wanna go back!” she screamed childishly. “They never let me have anything! They took a picture away of my darling!”
Une winced as the girl’s tone grew shriller. “One moment Ms. Peacecraft.” The woman left at a brisk pace and went backstage.
Sitting in front of the mirror grooming her outrageously arched eyebrows, Dorothy Catalonia (hey ya’ll…check on that fer me...) gabbed away with the girl next to her about how brave, powerful, and magnificent her newest boyfriend was. When she saw Une in the mirror behind her she paled and turned, with a ready smile that was all show and no substance.
“Hello Lady Une. What brings you this fine day?”
“Stow it slut. Go into my office and do your best to entertain Ms. Peacecraft. If she is sufficiently subdued for the rest of the evening, a reward of five hundred dollars will be added to your regular pay tonight with any tips you can garner if you have time for dancing.”
Dorothy smiled politely and stood up slowly. “I shall do my best.”
Une snorted and left the room, disgusted even by the presence of the opportunistic woman.
****
Duo sat nearly sulking in the car as he and Zechs drove to the residence where the party would be held. He absolutely hated private functions. For some reason, he wasn’t as nearly well tipped at private functions as he was in the club. He supposed it had something to do with the rich and the way the “managed” their funds. He just took it as a sign that the rich were stingy.
Zechs sighed. “Duo, it won’t be so bad. There will be plenty of working class stiffs for you to suck money out of.”
“It doesn’t matter babe…” The brunette fiddled with his braid. “I hate these things.”
“Relax. It’s still two hours before we have to get there. Want to stop for ice cream?”
“Yes.” He said with a pout, shrugging down in his seat.
****
Wufei followed Quatre back to his apartment more than prepared for what was to come. He wondered how it would happen. Would Quatre be shy? Or after a few licks would he unleash the beast inside him?
Quatre opened his door and motioned for Wufei to follow him in. He waved around generally and smiled shyly. “This is it.”
“It’s very nice.” He purred sinisterly.
“Thank you…I used to work in interior designs…after I split ways with my family, but the company hit hard times and I had to get a waiter job then well…you know.”
“Yes I do.” Wufei walked around casually, cursing himself for his own patience. Why didn’t he just jump the sniveling little virgin now, while he thought it was all innocence and show and tell?
Quatre followed him pointing out the various aspects of his apartment.
“And I was so lucky to get a view…well sort of. It’s nice to see the pool.” He shrugged and moved over to the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”
“No. I’m fine.” Wufei sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. “Come here. Let’s sit for a while.”
Quatre smiled and took the bait. He sat next to Wufei and even ventured to snuggle in the Asian man’s toned arms. The devil showed his smile and Wufei went in for the kiss that would seal the fate of Quatre’s virginity.
Wufei leaned in, grinning again as Quatre closed his eyes in anticipation. This was too easy –
--the door bell rang repeatedly and Quatre jumped up suddenly as if freed from a trance. He quickly went to the door.
“Hello?” he said opening it.
“Hey!” came a girlish voice. “Mother asks if I can sit till you go to work. She needs me outta her hair while she talks to the Man.”
Quatre laughed. “Marimea…sure. Wufei? Do you mind?”
“Oh no…” he said standing. “In fact, I need to go. There’s something I need to take care of.”
“Oh…okay.”
Marimea sauntered in, and Wufei rushed out, leaving a confused blond to flap in the wind.
//Wufei…// he thought, not understanding. //What did I do?//
****
*Well. One down two to go. Lemme tell you fans. I tried and tried to write this holiday weekend…but sleep beckoned faster than the pen and well…*snoozles* two more coming. Right from my mind to your eyes! Unscripted unrehearsed Dancing For Your Love coming at you!
*Oh gosh…just thank you to everyone. Hell I probably email those of you already who read…but if I missed anyone…well…lemme know. The email’s there.
*REVIEW AND LEAVE YOUR INFO IF YOU WANT UPDATES ON UPDATES FASTER THAN THE AVERAGE AFF USER! THAT’S RIGHT I AM OFFERING YOU, MY LOYAL FANS, A ONE TIME DEAL FOR ONLY $99. 99 CALL NOW AND RECEIVE…nevermind.
*I luv ya’ll all I truly do.
Pairings: Q-man + Wu-man,
Disclaimer: If I owned GW, I wouldn’t waste my time writing no fanfics. I’d be trying to make up for a crappy series like Gundam seed…and 0083, except the theme song oh and 008 th teams song…. “I gotta burning love! (burning love)….” “Just wild beat, communication...”
Warning: You’re on aff.net, guess what sort of rating this COULD have
Rating: I ain’t ur mama, figure it out
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 13
Trowa did his best to try and stay calm. He’d nearly wrecked his vehicles three times while driving to work after seeing that filth with his beloved. How could Quatre fall for Wufei and not him? Was he imperfect some how? Was he flawed? What did Wufei have that he didn’t?
The long banged bartender stomped into work, tied his apron tightly and began shining glasses. He’d be damned if that snake would take Quatre away from him! If it was the last thing he did he’d make sure he –
--the glass shattered in Trowa’s hand and the music in the bar stopped. A customer leaned forward and inspected his hand.
“That’s a really nasty cut…”
“You would know!” he snapped viciously.
Heero stared hard at him and Trowa slowly took his hand back. “Look, sorry for that I just…I’ve had a terrible day. What can I get you?”
“The same as usual…”
Trowa looked in the tiny fridge behind the bar and sighed. “No beer. Would you like something else?”
“I suppose anything will be good…as long as I don’t reek when I get home. Wufei hates it when I drink…he says it’s not my place…”
The green eyed man frowned and sat out a glass for his friend. If only he knew…
**
Une had no idea how to handle the situation. How had she escaped her orderlies?
Relena Peacecraft sat on the edge of the stern woman’s desk rambling on about how everyone was out to get her and that she never got anything she wanted.
“I mean…my Daddy gave me this place…” she paused, sniffing for emphasis, “And they took it away and gave it to that woman…”
“Would that woman be me Ms. Peacecraft?”
The blond turned on the desk swiftly, falling off. Une motioned for her bouncers to pick her up again.
“Relena…it isn’t best for you to be out right now. Aren’t you on strong medications?”
“Yes…” she slurred. “They keep the bad things away!” she grinned and motioned at the bouncer. “I pay his checks you know?”
“I know…” the woman sighed, motioning for the muscular man to get her a chair. “Relena…the orderlies will find you and take you back to Sanc Hospital where you belong.”
“I don’t wanna go back!” she screamed childishly. “They never let me have anything! They took a picture away of my darling!”
Une winced as the girl’s tone grew shriller. “One moment Ms. Peacecraft.” The woman left at a brisk pace and went backstage.
Sitting in front of the mirror grooming her outrageously arched eyebrows, Dorothy Catalonia (hey ya’ll…check on that fer me...) gabbed away with the girl next to her about how brave, powerful, and magnificent her newest boyfriend was. When she saw Une in the mirror behind her she paled and turned, with a ready smile that was all show and no substance.
“Hello Lady Une. What brings you this fine day?”
“Stow it slut. Go into my office and do your best to entertain Ms. Peacecraft. If she is sufficiently subdued for the rest of the evening, a reward of five hundred dollars will be added to your regular pay tonight with any tips you can garner if you have time for dancing.”
Dorothy smiled politely and stood up slowly. “I shall do my best.”
Une snorted and left the room, disgusted even by the presence of the opportunistic woman.
****
Duo sat nearly sulking in the car as he and Zechs drove to the residence where the party would be held. He absolutely hated private functions. For some reason, he wasn’t as nearly well tipped at private functions as he was in the club. He supposed it had something to do with the rich and the way the “managed” their funds. He just took it as a sign that the rich were stingy.
Zechs sighed. “Duo, it won’t be so bad. There will be plenty of working class stiffs for you to suck money out of.”
“It doesn’t matter babe…” The brunette fiddled with his braid. “I hate these things.”
“Relax. It’s still two hours before we have to get there. Want to stop for ice cream?”
“Yes.” He said with a pout, shrugging down in his seat.
****
Wufei followed Quatre back to his apartment more than prepared for what was to come. He wondered how it would happen. Would Quatre be shy? Or after a few licks would he unleash the beast inside him?
Quatre opened his door and motioned for Wufei to follow him in. He waved around generally and smiled shyly. “This is it.”
“It’s very nice.” He purred sinisterly.
“Thank you…I used to work in interior designs…after I split ways with my family, but the company hit hard times and I had to get a waiter job then well…you know.”
“Yes I do.” Wufei walked around casually, cursing himself for his own patience. Why didn’t he just jump the sniveling little virgin now, while he thought it was all innocence and show and tell?
Quatre followed him pointing out the various aspects of his apartment.
“And I was so lucky to get a view…well sort of. It’s nice to see the pool.” He shrugged and moved over to the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”
“No. I’m fine.” Wufei sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. “Come here. Let’s sit for a while.”
Quatre smiled and took the bait. He sat next to Wufei and even ventured to snuggle in the Asian man’s toned arms. The devil showed his smile and Wufei went in for the kiss that would seal the fate of Quatre’s virginity.
Wufei leaned in, grinning again as Quatre closed his eyes in anticipation. This was too easy –
--the door bell rang repeatedly and Quatre jumped up suddenly as if freed from a trance. He quickly went to the door.
“Hello?” he said opening it.
“Hey!” came a girlish voice. “Mother asks if I can sit till you go to work. She needs me outta her hair while she talks to the Man.”
Quatre laughed. “Marimea…sure. Wufei? Do you mind?”
“Oh no…” he said standing. “In fact, I need to go. There’s something I need to take care of.”
“Oh…okay.”
Marimea sauntered in, and Wufei rushed out, leaving a confused blond to flap in the wind.
//Wufei…// he thought, not understanding. //What did I do?//
****
*Well. One down two to go. Lemme tell you fans. I tried and tried to write this holiday weekend…but sleep beckoned faster than the pen and well…*snoozles* two more coming. Right from my mind to your eyes! Unscripted unrehearsed Dancing For Your Love coming at you!
*Oh gosh…just thank you to everyone. Hell I probably email those of you already who read…but if I missed anyone…well…lemme know. The email’s there.
*REVIEW AND LEAVE YOUR INFO IF YOU WANT UPDATES ON UPDATES FASTER THAN THE AVERAGE AFF USER! THAT’S RIGHT I AM OFFERING YOU, MY LOYAL FANS, A ONE TIME DEAL FOR ONLY $99. 99 CALL NOW AND RECEIVE…nevermind.
*I luv ya’ll all I truly do.