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Dance, Dance, the beginning of a Revolution
Summary: Well, Wufei and Quatre get a lil’ intimate in the back of a car and Trowa sees them leave together and is sad….oh, duo and zechs fight…sorta
Pairings: hinted Quatre and Wufei, 2+6 tiff
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!
Warning: ah…a lil’ kissy wissy, a lil’ ice creamin’, bicyclin’….
Rating: Eat it up you lil’ bastards!
Dance, Dance, the beginning of a Revolution
Weeks passed and Quatre became settled as a dancer at the Palace. Every Friday, Trowa came to see him and every night, as promised, so did Wufei. The Asian man was now showering him with gifts in the attempts to get Quatre to go out on a date with him and just last night had offered to buy the transportationless blond a car. He’d say no of course, but had taken the Italian chocolates instead which were very much enjoyed by Duo and the rest of their friends except Trowa who’d declined.
Tonight was Friday and when he danced he noticed Trowa gazing at him oddly.
Looks like he’s dreaming…the blond thought, wrapping his leg around the pole.
He let someone put money in his fiery red thong and saw Wufei grinning at him. He lost control and he let out an innocent giggle. To cover for it he did some intricate pole moves to dazzle the crowd then continued to dance as a blush crept into his cheeks. He felt giddiness run over him and smiled.
That Wufei! He just –he just turns me on! Quatre surprised himself that thought, but continued to dance as if nothing happened. He finished his set and went back stage to wait for the last dance so his night could be over.
As he changed into his civilian clothes he wondered at his own eagerness to get a ride with Wufei. He’d never been so eager to be with someone before unless it was one of his friends.
Trowa knew what was in his heart now. After Quatre was done working he’d go right back there and…and…ask him if he needed a ride. Then he’d tell him how he felt.
Quatre said his goodbyes and went outside the club. Wufei was already waiting.
“Hello Beautiful.” The Chinese man greeted.
“Quatre smiled and blushed immediately. He walked past the man then stopped. “Well?”
“What?” Wufei raised a brow in amusement.
“I’d like a ride home!”
“Right, right. Come on then.”
Quatre followed Wufei to his car.
From a distance, Trowa watched disappointed and angry as Quatre was wooed and lured by Wufei to his car. Heero didn’t deserve this and neither did Quatre. Besides, he was a much worthier candidate for the blonde’s love.
Quatre sat in Wufei’s car as they drove, red faced despite the fact that the raven haired man was using none of his usual sweet talk on the young stripper. There was just something about Wufei that made Quatre feel lightheaded.
“So…Wufei…where do you work?”
“Ah…insurance. Prevention mostly.”
He smiled. “A preventor, Wufei?”
“Yeah.” Wufei turned at a corner. “So, would you like lunch tomorrow? Dinner?”
“I’m off, um, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday if –”
“I know. So, lunch tomorrow?”
Quatre grinned. “Yeah, okay.”
They arrived at Quatre’s complex (and that would be falling for…abusive asians? ^w^) and sat a t the running car for several minutes not saying anything. Quatre laughed quietly and started to open the door.
“Bye Wu –”
“Wait.” He grabbed Quatre’s arm. “Wait.”
The blond felt his temperature rise as Wufei pulled him back down. Wufei leaned in and brushed his lips against Quatre’s petal soft pink ones. The blond stared at him, nervous.
“Wufei…”
“Just a few kisses. I promise.”
He instantly gave in. “O-okay.”
Fifteen minutes later, the two were making out in the back seat like a couple of teenagers. Wufei couldn’t keep his mouth off of Quatre’s crème colored skin. It was like rose petals. Quatre on the other hand, couldn’t stop moaning every time Wufei touched him. The Asian pushed the blonde’s shirt up and kissed his chest. Quatre’s breath hitched. He wasn’t ready for this at all, but it felt so good.
His eyes widened as Wufei began to kiss lower and lower. As he moaned again it was muffled by Wufei’s mouth. The raven haired tease rubbed against Quatre’s growing erection and grinned against his mouth as he went to the waist band of his jeans.
Quatre stopped his hand.
“No.” He breathed.
“W-what? Why not?”
Quatre sat up and pushed Wufei off of him gently. “Wufei…I’m not that kind of guy. Especially not in the back seat of a car.”
Wufei looked at him in disbelief then said, “Quatre, you’re a stripper.”
In seconds, the blond was out of the car and walking towards his apartment, tears stinging in his eyes. Even as the Asian shouted his name he didn’t turn back.
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Wufei cursed himself as he went home. He’d had no idea Quatre was so inexperienced. That meant the boy was probably a virgin.
he phe pulled into the parking garage he smiled wickedly. That would make his conquest all the greater…
When he made it upstairs, Heero wasn’t waiting and with good reason. He was much too tired. Wufei made sure of that now. He figured constant sexual attention would keep the whiney brunette out of his hair while he pursued Quatre. However, as he undressed and got in bed, he began to spoon against Heero, wanting him.
He ran his hands into the man’s boxers and whispered to him.
“Baby…get up…”
Heero sighed in his sleep and turned on his back. Wufei began to kiss him hungrily, realizing what his failed attempt at Quatre had done to his sexual appetite.
“Wing…let’s fuck. Get up.”
Heero whined but didn’t object as Wufei began to prepare him. In no time at all, Heero was fully awake, moaning Wufei’s name as the raven haired man imagine dozens of Quatre’s stripping in his mind.
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Quatre sneezed as he locked his door and pushed the button on his answer machine. Trowa’s voice sounded into the dark room.
“I hope you made it home okay. If you have time…maybe we can go to lunch one of these days…”
Next was Duo.
“We had a fight…I know it’s late but…but…call me please…”
Quatre wiped his eyes and rushed to his room to change in to some sweats. He didn’t like the way his friend had sounded over the phone.
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Duo cried into a pint of ice cream. The super choco rockyroad raspberry chunk did nothing to soothe his pain. He couldn’t believe that Zechs would say all those horrible things to him. He wasn’t using the blond! He really did love him.
He shoveled the sugary confection into his mouth and continued to cry. The glow of the television highlighted his tears. Suddenly, the phone rang merrily.
“H-h-hello?” he swallowed a frozen rasberry.
“Duo? Are you okay? I can be there in ten minutes if I take my bike.”
Duo simply began to cry again and the Quatre spoke again.
“I’ll bring ice cream!”
Duo sniffed. “S-super choco –”
“I know, I know and I’ll bring something for the non borderline diabetic. Okay?”
“Uh hun…” Duo hung up, sniffed, and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth.
“Zechs! You- you…” he cried and savored all the lovely chocolate goodness.
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Quatre pedaled like a bat outta hell to the nearest convenience store. Hen don doubled back to Duo’s place which was only a short mile from his own. He took the steps two by two; cursing the brunette’s love of high rises then cursed himself for not taking the elevator. When he reached the sixth floor, he knocked tiredly.
Duo opened the door looking like hell. His braid was undone and his hair stood up in places like he’d been sleeping. He was wearing his black cotton robe with chibi demon slippers and had a bag of Oreos under one arm and a new pint of ice cream under the other.
“Q-quatre?”
The blond felt waves of sadness and despair coming off of the brunette. “Oh…Oh no!” He felt himself begin to cry. “What did he do? What did Zechs say?”
They both went inside and Duo explained.
“Well…we were gonna go to bed, y’know? And Zechs said something about not bothering to go home because his house was my house and I said –”
“Breathe Duo!” Quatre admonished him with a brush pat to the skull. The blond was attempting to brush the boy’s hair and calm him down.
Duo took in a big breath then began again. “I said, no Zechs. I’m not ready for that and he says why not and I said because I haven’t decided if I want to be with you –”
Quatre stopped brushing. “What?”
“I meant that I hadn’t decided if I wanted to be with him so seriously, but he flipped out and –” Duo began to cry again. “He told me he didn’t want to be with someone who was playing around and that I was a free loading whore and –and I’m not!”
Quatre hugged him and rocked him gently. “Duo, just explain! It’ll be okay!”
“I think –I think he broke up with me~e!” He cried harder and turned to seek comfort in the blonde’s arms. Quatre shook his head. Zechs should’ve let Duo explain. Doesn’t he realize how much Duo loves him? Quatre held Duo till he stopped crying. The man sat up and wiped his eyes.
“Okay…” He took some deep breaths. “I’ll…I’ll call him tomorrow and –and explain and hopefully it’ll all be all right.”
Quatre nodded. “And don’t dance tomorrow if you’re upset.”
Duo agreed then ate an Oreo. “So…who was that guy? Trowa looked really, really upset.”
“Um…this guy who’s been after me…you know. Trying to ask me out and stuff and –”
“Wow! Didja say ‘yes’?”
He laughed. “Duo! It’s my story!”
“Reow! Continue.”
“And I finally said yeah and…we…kissed…”
Duo nodded knowingly. “So…that’s where you were.”
“But he’s a total jerk. I told him I wouldn’t have sex on the first date and especially not in a car and he says –”
“A CAR!? Quatre! Woo hoo!”
“DUO!”
“…sorry…”
‘He says, but Quatre, you’re a stripper. Like that just automatically means I’m a whore!”
“And we’re sooo not! But I totally heard that Dorothy was doing this old guy, Tsubarov or something, to get cash.” He nodded more and began to consume his diabetic’s nightmare ice cream. Quatre settled back on some pillows and began to eat cookies.
“Shouldn’t we not be eating this crap?”
“Q-man, we go to the gym three times a week.” He licked hi spoon clean. “Besides, I’m upset.”
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*so laddies and lassies how wuz it? Updating will take awhile now because the pre-written stuff is all gone. Besides, if people don’t review, why bother?
*schwarzwald luvs reviews. And people. But luvs reviews more. Sorry.
*sex bomb, sex bomb you’re my sex bomb! You can give it to me when I need to come alone! –Tom Jones, “Sex Bomb”
Pairings: hinted Quatre and Wufei, 2+6 tiff
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!
Warning: ah…a lil’ kissy wissy, a lil’ ice creamin’, bicyclin’….
Rating: Eat it up you lil’ bastards!
Dance, Dance, the beginning of a Revolution
Weeks passed and Quatre became settled as a dancer at the Palace. Every Friday, Trowa came to see him and every night, as promised, so did Wufei. The Asian man was now showering him with gifts in the attempts to get Quatre to go out on a date with him and just last night had offered to buy the transportationless blond a car. He’d say no of course, but had taken the Italian chocolates instead which were very much enjoyed by Duo and the rest of their friends except Trowa who’d declined.
Tonight was Friday and when he danced he noticed Trowa gazing at him oddly.
Looks like he’s dreaming…the blond thought, wrapping his leg around the pole.
He let someone put money in his fiery red thong and saw Wufei grinning at him. He lost control and he let out an innocent giggle. To cover for it he did some intricate pole moves to dazzle the crowd then continued to dance as a blush crept into his cheeks. He felt giddiness run over him and smiled.
That Wufei! He just –he just turns me on! Quatre surprised himself that thought, but continued to dance as if nothing happened. He finished his set and went back stage to wait for the last dance so his night could be over.
As he changed into his civilian clothes he wondered at his own eagerness to get a ride with Wufei. He’d never been so eager to be with someone before unless it was one of his friends.
Trowa knew what was in his heart now. After Quatre was done working he’d go right back there and…and…ask him if he needed a ride. Then he’d tell him how he felt.
Quatre said his goodbyes and went outside the club. Wufei was already waiting.
“Hello Beautiful.” The Chinese man greeted.
“Quatre smiled and blushed immediately. He walked past the man then stopped. “Well?”
“What?” Wufei raised a brow in amusement.
“I’d like a ride home!”
“Right, right. Come on then.”
Quatre followed Wufei to his car.
From a distance, Trowa watched disappointed and angry as Quatre was wooed and lured by Wufei to his car. Heero didn’t deserve this and neither did Quatre. Besides, he was a much worthier candidate for the blonde’s love.
Quatre sat in Wufei’s car as they drove, red faced despite the fact that the raven haired man was using none of his usual sweet talk on the young stripper. There was just something about Wufei that made Quatre feel lightheaded.
“So…Wufei…where do you work?”
“Ah…insurance. Prevention mostly.”
He smiled. “A preventor, Wufei?”
“Yeah.” Wufei turned at a corner. “So, would you like lunch tomorrow? Dinner?”
“I’m off, um, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday if –”
“I know. So, lunch tomorrow?”
Quatre grinned. “Yeah, okay.”
They arrived at Quatre’s complex (and that would be falling for…abusive asians? ^w^) and sat a t the running car for several minutes not saying anything. Quatre laughed quietly and started to open the door.
“Bye Wu –”
“Wait.” He grabbed Quatre’s arm. “Wait.”
The blond felt his temperature rise as Wufei pulled him back down. Wufei leaned in and brushed his lips against Quatre’s petal soft pink ones. The blond stared at him, nervous.
“Wufei…”
“Just a few kisses. I promise.”
He instantly gave in. “O-okay.”
Fifteen minutes later, the two were making out in the back seat like a couple of teenagers. Wufei couldn’t keep his mouth off of Quatre’s crème colored skin. It was like rose petals. Quatre on the other hand, couldn’t stop moaning every time Wufei touched him. The Asian pushed the blonde’s shirt up and kissed his chest. Quatre’s breath hitched. He wasn’t ready for this at all, but it felt so good.
His eyes widened as Wufei began to kiss lower and lower. As he moaned again it was muffled by Wufei’s mouth. The raven haired tease rubbed against Quatre’s growing erection and grinned against his mouth as he went to the waist band of his jeans.
Quatre stopped his hand.
“No.” He breathed.
“W-what? Why not?”
Quatre sat up and pushed Wufei off of him gently. “Wufei…I’m not that kind of guy. Especially not in the back seat of a car.”
Wufei looked at him in disbelief then said, “Quatre, you’re a stripper.”
In seconds, the blond was out of the car and walking towards his apartment, tears stinging in his eyes. Even as the Asian shouted his name he didn’t turn back.
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Wufei cursed himself as he went home. He’d had no idea Quatre was so inexperienced. That meant the boy was probably a virgin.
he phe pulled into the parking garage he smiled wickedly. That would make his conquest all the greater…
When he made it upstairs, Heero wasn’t waiting and with good reason. He was much too tired. Wufei made sure of that now. He figured constant sexual attention would keep the whiney brunette out of his hair while he pursued Quatre. However, as he undressed and got in bed, he began to spoon against Heero, wanting him.
He ran his hands into the man’s boxers and whispered to him.
“Baby…get up…”
Heero sighed in his sleep and turned on his back. Wufei began to kiss him hungrily, realizing what his failed attempt at Quatre had done to his sexual appetite.
“Wing…let’s fuck. Get up.”
Heero whined but didn’t object as Wufei began to prepare him. In no time at all, Heero was fully awake, moaning Wufei’s name as the raven haired man imagine dozens of Quatre’s stripping in his mind.
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Quatre sneezed as he locked his door and pushed the button on his answer machine. Trowa’s voice sounded into the dark room.
“I hope you made it home okay. If you have time…maybe we can go to lunch one of these days…”
Next was Duo.
“We had a fight…I know it’s late but…but…call me please…”
Quatre wiped his eyes and rushed to his room to change in to some sweats. He didn’t like the way his friend had sounded over the phone.
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Duo cried into a pint of ice cream. The super choco rockyroad raspberry chunk did nothing to soothe his pain. He couldn’t believe that Zechs would say all those horrible things to him. He wasn’t using the blond! He really did love him.
He shoveled the sugary confection into his mouth and continued to cry. The glow of the television highlighted his tears. Suddenly, the phone rang merrily.
“H-h-hello?” he swallowed a frozen rasberry.
“Duo? Are you okay? I can be there in ten minutes if I take my bike.”
Duo simply began to cry again and the Quatre spoke again.
“I’ll bring ice cream!”
Duo sniffed. “S-super choco –”
“I know, I know and I’ll bring something for the non borderline diabetic. Okay?”
“Uh hun…” Duo hung up, sniffed, and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth.
“Zechs! You- you…” he cried and savored all the lovely chocolate goodness.
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Quatre pedaled like a bat outta hell to the nearest convenience store. Hen don doubled back to Duo’s place which was only a short mile from his own. He took the steps two by two; cursing the brunette’s love of high rises then cursed himself for not taking the elevator. When he reached the sixth floor, he knocked tiredly.
Duo opened the door looking like hell. His braid was undone and his hair stood up in places like he’d been sleeping. He was wearing his black cotton robe with chibi demon slippers and had a bag of Oreos under one arm and a new pint of ice cream under the other.
“Q-quatre?”
The blond felt waves of sadness and despair coming off of the brunette. “Oh…Oh no!” He felt himself begin to cry. “What did he do? What did Zechs say?”
They both went inside and Duo explained.
“Well…we were gonna go to bed, y’know? And Zechs said something about not bothering to go home because his house was my house and I said –”
“Breathe Duo!” Quatre admonished him with a brush pat to the skull. The blond was attempting to brush the boy’s hair and calm him down.
Duo took in a big breath then began again. “I said, no Zechs. I’m not ready for that and he says why not and I said because I haven’t decided if I want to be with you –”
Quatre stopped brushing. “What?”
“I meant that I hadn’t decided if I wanted to be with him so seriously, but he flipped out and –” Duo began to cry again. “He told me he didn’t want to be with someone who was playing around and that I was a free loading whore and –and I’m not!”
Quatre hugged him and rocked him gently. “Duo, just explain! It’ll be okay!”
“I think –I think he broke up with me~e!” He cried harder and turned to seek comfort in the blonde’s arms. Quatre shook his head. Zechs should’ve let Duo explain. Doesn’t he realize how much Duo loves him? Quatre held Duo till he stopped crying. The man sat up and wiped his eyes.
“Okay…” He took some deep breaths. “I’ll…I’ll call him tomorrow and –and explain and hopefully it’ll all be all right.”
Quatre nodded. “And don’t dance tomorrow if you’re upset.”
Duo agreed then ate an Oreo. “So…who was that guy? Trowa looked really, really upset.”
“Um…this guy who’s been after me…you know. Trying to ask me out and stuff and –”
“Wow! Didja say ‘yes’?”
He laughed. “Duo! It’s my story!”
“Reow! Continue.”
“And I finally said yeah and…we…kissed…”
Duo nodded knowingly. “So…that’s where you were.”
“But he’s a total jerk. I told him I wouldn’t have sex on the first date and especially not in a car and he says –”
“A CAR!? Quatre! Woo hoo!”
“DUO!”
“…sorry…”
‘He says, but Quatre, you’re a stripper. Like that just automatically means I’m a whore!”
“And we’re sooo not! But I totally heard that Dorothy was doing this old guy, Tsubarov or something, to get cash.” He nodded more and began to consume his diabetic’s nightmare ice cream. Quatre settled back on some pillows and began to eat cookies.
“Shouldn’t we not be eating this crap?”
“Q-man, we go to the gym three times a week.” He licked hi spoon clean. “Besides, I’m upset.”
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*so laddies and lassies how wuz it? Updating will take awhile now because the pre-written stuff is all gone. Besides, if people don’t review, why bother?
*schwarzwald luvs reviews. And people. But luvs reviews more. Sorry.
*sex bomb, sex bomb you’re my sex bomb! You can give it to me when I need to come alone! –Tom Jones, “Sex Bomb”