Dancing for your Love

Summary: ...now we have a little chatting between friends
Pairings: none really…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 crappy series like Gundam seed…
Warning: none for now...*sigh*
Rating: go ahead kids. just alittle kissin\'

Chatting

Duo laughed, took a squirt from his water bottle and increased his pace on the tread mill. Quatre smiled at him and hook his head. Some of the things the braided boy said were just not for virgin ears.

“But, back on the original topic, you and Zechs should seriously move in together. You stay there almost every night any way so why not? You call it your home away from home!”

Duo smiled broadly. “Zechs would love to hear you say that, but I’m just not ready for that level of commitment yet Quatre. I’ve…been hurt a lot y’know?”

Quatre nodded, fully understanding. Too many years of being kicked out of a man’s bed at two a.m. really had affected the way the brunette looked at relationships. He began to slow his pace and responded.

“But why not with Zechs! He’s the best guy for you since any time you’ve been with a guy!” He slowed to an easy walk and began to towel himself off.

“Because I am NOT ready! And anyway, Zechs hasn’t officially asked so forget it. And it’s only been three months.”

Quatre shook his head. He couldn’t understand what Duo could possibly be afraid of when it came to Zechs Merquise.

“Besides, the real issue here is Quatre and his boyfriend.”

“What!?” the blonde’s face waxed incredulous.

Duo glanced over at him. “Girlfriend?”

“No Duo. I like being single.”

“Um…you’ve been single for twenty-two years, since birth buddy. I’ve never seen you even hook-up with a guy. Not even for a lil’ smoochie smoochie in a dark corner!”

Quatre stepped off the treadmill. “No need for it.”

Duo got off his treadmill as well and snapped his towel at the blonde’s rear. “Yes you do…” he whispered. “For the sex!”

The Arab made a face and pushed the braided boy away. “You have such a dirty mind Maxwell. Be gone!”

Duo giggled and danced away towards the shower room humming a tune about ‘wild beat communication*’. Quatre followed very aware of the many eyes on him. He realized he was very innocent looking with his fair hair and large green eyes and that probably made him desirable to many men, but he wasn’t looking for a physical relationship. He was looking for someone to love him and treat him like a prince.

After he and Duo showered, the two went out for a late lunch at a nearby café. As usual, Quatre listened to the brunette natter on about his ex’s, strip club drama, and the cute things Zechs did in his sleep. He loved his friend dearly and so happily endured his gossiping ways knowing it was something the man loved.

“I’m totally serious Q-man! She got lipo!”

“So what Duo! Noin can do whatever she wants –”

“They took five pounds. Liquid fat Honey.”

The blond whistled. He’d had no idea the female police officer had gained so much weight.

“And another thing, I wish she’d stay the hell away from my man…I mean…until six, the Palace is a real bar and all she does is linger around talking about she’s vice police or something…”

“You’re pouting.” He remarked, sipping his drink.

“I don’t care…” Duo stirred his drink and chewed on his lip. “She was all touching him yesterday….talking about how built he was…”

“You have no reason to be jealous.”

“He let’s her!” He whined. “Right now she’s probably hatching a scheme to just happen by his apartment and seduce him!!!”

“Quit. You sound like Relena.”

Duo gasped, offended. “I do not! That bitch is crazy! She was crazy in high school and she was crazy in college and –”

“She owns the Palace –”

“Co-owner. She has no power. She a figure head. Une signs my checks.”

Quatre smiled and shook his head. “Remember that boy she was obsessed with?”

“Yeah…poor guy…wasn’t he like all quiet and mean and stuff? Brown hair? Asian? Blue eyes?”

The blond nodded. “Um… his name was Yuy.”

“U…E…?” Duo looked confused.

“I remember now! Heero! Heero Yuy! Remember during that week in P.E. when we were learning, martial arts he destroyed that sand bag?”

Duo smiled, remembering. “That was…freshman year?”

“No…junior year. I think he was a senior.”

“Say…remember sophomore year…”

The two talked into the afternoon, reminiscing about their youth.


After a tiresome day at work, Heero went to a bar on the east side of town that was close to the apartment he shared with his love Wufei. He went into the dark and smoky bar and sat on a stool with a good view of the door. A drink was placed in front of him before he could even loosen his tie.

“Heero, what’s the excuse today?”

The brunette frowned and glared at the bartender, sapphire eyes blazing. Deep green eyes merely blinked lazily in response.

“Heero, I’m not Wufei. Talk.”

Heero ran his tongue over the split in his lip remembering the events that had occurred this morning. Earlier this morning, the raven haired man had punched him for suggesting he come home early and quit watching strippers. The man then proceeded to kick Heero repeatedly and left him bleeding on the floor. He’d simply gotten up afterward, ignored his growing bruises and made his way into work. His co-workers didn’t ask, in fact, they never did. None did. Only Trowa did.

The bartender left him in his thoughts to go attend t o other customers. The jazz band began to play a new song. It was a smooth legato elegy about lost love in the rain.

Heero sighed and sipped his rum and coke, wondering what he should do to keep Wufei close to him and not out watching strippers. The long banged man finally came back to him and gave him the half of coke that remained from his drink. He looked at Heero, his eyes full of sympathy and reassurance. It was an old game between them.

It’ll be okay

I love him. Heero’s eyes said.

It’ll be fine. Just tell me whatever it is. I’ll never judge you.

Heero sighed softly and began. “He went to that damn club again…he always goes and then he always comes home. I wait. And he is angry.” He shook his head and drank. “…he drinks more now. It seems like anything I do is wrong. But…we’ll be together and he’ll be normal again…until the next day.”

Trowa shook his head. He’d tried to get his quiet friend to leave the abusive man ever since he’s come to him beat up and near tears in college, but once he rzed zed the depth of Heero’s love and devotion for the raven haired devil, he realized he couldn’t change his friend’s mind. Only Heero could. He wasn’t about to tell him about seeing the Asian man with Quatre last night, giving him money –

Or should he? His jealousy surged for a second a he regarded the downtrodden man.

“He went to a strip club?”

Heero nodded.

“The Palace?”

Heero looked up. “What?”

“I went there last night to see a friend…he was starting there last night. Wufei gave him quite a bit of money.”

The man looked down and gripped his glass hard. “…and this guy was better looking than me? Younger?”

Trowa described his friend indifferently. “Blonde, green eyes, he’s twenty-two. Used to be a waiter.”


Heero finished his drink and slapped some bills down on the bar. Trowa watched the man leave, his heels pounding the ground with fury. He hoped he had done the right thing.

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*So kids...how wuz dat? I know. boring, but, i\'ll get to the arguement later. my hands hurt and this was getting to be a long ass chapter! Cut me some slack.
*btw, just wild beat communication is a song all gundam lovers should have recognized. ifdidndidn\'t...well...sorry.
*also, trigun peole, legato isn\'t just a sexy villain, it means smooth melody as well. and the song about love lost in the rain was refering to bebop\'s ending theme. just...so\'s ya know.
*remember, schwarzwald luvs you and luvs reviews even better!!
Matane!!!