Dancing for your Love

Summary: Wufei makes himself known to our favorite blond Arab and a lil’ late night lovin’
Pairings: hinted Quatre and Wufei, 1+5
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: YAOI AHEAD!!!! I you no likey, go someplace else. Ummm…lemony fresh…
Rating: Ah…kids…should uh…fast forward to the end, but ya’ll can read the mushy stuff before the lemon squares…

One Chance in the Night

That night Quatre danced under the color changing lights of the expansive Palace stage. Unlike Duo he was not yet brave enough to do lap dances off stages and so safely stayed on stage, gyrating and wiggling like a thing out of every man’s fantasy. He briefly remembered that the braided boy would be doing a private show for the head of some company tonight. He shook his money maker for some tired business men and noticed someone was at the bar. It was the man from last night.

Quatre ran his eyes over the man’s white silk Chinese shirt and whistled mentally. It had to be pure silk because that would easily explain the big tip he received from last night. He also noticed the man’s expensive taste in wine and spun around the pole, letting his hair fly out as he did so. As he began to grind against the pole in a lewd fashion he watched the man take him in with hungry eyes and suddenly felt self-conscious. He felt his face grow hot and his g-string tighten and quickly looked away.
Why do I care if he’s staring?

After his set, Quatre went back stage to rest. He was tying his robe as Duo came in.

“Hello Duo. How was it?”

The chestnut haired beauty rolled his eyes. “I was giving him the million dollar Duo dance of lust and all he wanted to do was touch my hair.” The said hair was done up in a loose bun at the nape of the man’s neck. He went over and deposited his money in his collection jar.

“How was your set?”

“Well, this one guy…I dunno…the way he stared at me made me feel naked.” More than that! His mind teased.

Duo raised a brow. “Quatre, we’re strippers.”

Quatre shrugged and smiled to himself, remembering what Duo had told him the day he had seen Zechs watching him from the bar and how it made him feel.
//Quatre! I felt naked when I was done! //

The blond had laughed and told the brunette the same thing, that he was a stripper.


The night continued and Quatre danced more and made it a point not to look at the Asian man sitting at the bar. The man made him feel, well, bothered, but not in a dangerous sort of way.

When the doors closed and the Palace shut off it’s lights, Quatre went backstage to change into his street clothes. He found Zechs and Duo getting amorous in the changing room, so he quickly dressed and went outside to wait. He really hoped he’d have enough money for his own car soon, because sometimes waiting for the two long haired lads to quit their loving was ridiculous.

He sighed and leaned back against the building. The cool night breeze played a silent melody with his hair and he smiled wistfully as he gazed at the waxing moon.

“Need a ride?”

Quatre broke out of his reverie and looked around. A certain raven haired Asian male came forward from the surrounding darkness, hands behind his back.

“N-no. I’m waiting for some friends.”

“Oh.” The man nodded then produced a rose from behind his back. “For your beauty.”

Quatre took it, feeling himself blush. “Thank you.”

The man held out his hand. “Wufei. Chang Wufei.”

Quatre took the offered hand. “Quatre Ruebaba Winner.”

The two shook hands and the blond could sense the color rising in his cheeks as their hands lingered together. He pulled his hand back first and smiled demurely.

Wufei grinned. “What are you doing for lunch?”

“I’m sorry. I…I don’t date –”

“Customers?” the Asian said, finishing for him.

“No. I don’t date. I’m sorry. The rose is beautiful though.”

“Not as beautiful as you…” Wufei kissed his hand and winked. “I’m a patient man.”

“That’s a wonderful virtue.” Quatre couldn’t help but smile. What was going on? Why did he feel like giggling inanely and pushing the man away?

Wufei smiled. “It is. I’ll tell you what, I will come every night until you consent to being my dinner date.”

“You said lunch.”

“Oh? So you’ll come?”

“No.”

The Asian grinned, an innuendo playing around in his mind. “I think you will. If…I hit the right spot.”

Quatre flushed a deep red. “What? No one forces me to do anything!” he toyed with the rose, rolling the stem between his fingers. “Please go now. I have a ride.”

Wufei bowed, winked again, and backed away, confident that he had gained some ground with the blond. He disappeared into the darkness weighing his chances.

Quatre watched Wufei go, a faint smile on his lips and color in his cheeks.

Soon, Duo came out, leading Zechs by his much loosened uniform tie. The two looked extremely pleased with each other.

“Ready to go?” the petite blond asked.

Duo gazed at Zechs, then tugged his tie like a leash. “Ready?”

“Of course!”

The pair drove Quatre home and then went off to pursue who knows what in the bed room.

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When Wufei came home, Heero stood at the bedroom door looking very unhappy. As soon as the Asian neared the bedroom, Heero slammed the door in his face and audibly locked it. Wufei shrugged it off and made his way over to the couch. Heero could be a bitch if he wanted to.


Later that night, morning rather, around three, Heero came out of the bedroom. He slunk over to the couch and straddled his lover’s sleeping form. He began to kiss him, causing the Chinese boy to stir.

“Wing…” Wufei sighed, “Wing, baby, it’s…it’s early…c’mon…”

Heero looked quite sleepy himself, but grinded against Wufei none the less, letting out a low whine.

Wufei moaned out Heero’s nick name. “Wing…god..—uhn…”

Wufei sleepily allowed his lover to pleasure him, moaning tiredly here and there. He began getting into things however, when Heero began to finger his tight hole.

“Wing- baby- ah!”

Wufei whined happily as Heero reached the spot inside him that drove him insane. He lifted his hips and grunted suggestively. Heero kissed him hungrily and probed his hole searchingly, eager to please his man.

Wufei continued to moan every time his erection brushed Heero’s chest and nearly screamed each time the blue eyed boy hit his spot. It felt so good to have Heero please him and he told him so if not condescendingly.

“Good!” Wufei exclaimed, pushing against the pressure. “Heero, now!” He moaned and cursed loudly. “Take off your boxers and –uhn! –bend over so I can –”

He cried out as the brunette bishounen began to suck on him eagerly. He steeled himself not to succumb, not until he was inside his blue eyed over. “Heero!” he cried out, “Sit on it! God –now!”

He screamed as Heero hit his spot again and groaned as he stopped pleasuring his member.

“Wufei…” Heero whispered, “Who’s better? Me? Or your dancing whore?”

“You, you! God, Heero! –”

Heero kissed him again, enjoying the power he was exercising on his usually controlling lover. He pushed Wufei’s knees apart and pulled his fingers back. The Chinese man’s chest heaved as he panted out commands that fell on deaf ears.

“No –no, Heero! You sit! –” He cried out and shut up as Heero was suddenly inside him. He whined and pushed against his lover immediately, seeking release.

Heero gave him what he wanted hard and fast, intending to hurt and assert his dominance over Wufei simultaneously. By the time they were both near completion, the Chinese man’s throat was raw from begging and cursing Heero for slowing any time he neared release. Heero finally drove him over the edge and kissed him as he too came, enjoying the feel of Wufei’s warm seed on his belly.

Wufei spasmed a bit, then relaxed. He eyed Heero as he panted. The brunette hadn’t pulled out and leaned to kiss him once more. He whispered.

“I love you, my Dragon.”

The raven haired bishounen ran his hands down Heero’s back and cupped his firm ass. They kissed again and Wufei pulled away from the embrace no sooner than it had happened. Almost immediately he slapped the man across his face and grabbed his hair, pulling him forward.

“Next time I say sit, you do it! Understand!?”

Heero licked Wufei’s neck and did nothing as he was pushed to the floor. He laughed and got up. He walked past Wufei and looked back at him suggestively. Heero then went back to the bedroom, this time with his lover in tow.

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