Quatre (aka Cat)
Quatre (aka Cat)
TITLE: Quatre (a.k.a. Cat)
AUTHOR: LadyMidnight
E-MAIL: midnightwing2268@yahoo.com
WARNINGS: PWP, AU and so on
RATINGS: NC-17
PAIRINGS: 3x4x5, 1x2, some 1x4 & 2x4
ARCHIVES: Any takers??
FEEDBACK: Yes…yes, PLEASE!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing and make no money from this fic…*sigh, woe is me* I also do not own either ‘Dip It Low’ by Christina Milian or ‘Brand New’ by Shinhwa, they belong to the songwriter and singers.
Written for TKMaxwell, hope you like it!
Quatre (a.k.a Cat)
by LadyMidnight
Duo stood in the living room of the Gundam pilots' latest safe house trying to solve a mystery. It wasn't the mystery of why he was standing in this place. He was a Gundam pilot; hiding from OZ was part of the job. No, the mystery that was rolling around in his brain involved one of his fellow pilots. There had been a major change in this pilot's character and Duo was completely and totally baffled. And if it was one thing that Duo Maxwell hated, it was not having things figured out.
The mystery's name was Quatre Raberba Winner. Two weeks ago, the blond pilot had been called away to meet with Instructor H and now every night Quatre would leave the safe house, not returning until early morning. Now Duo understood the need for secrecy, especially in their line of work, but he noticed some changes in Quatre and he wasn't sure he liked them. It wasn't like Quatre had suddenly developed an "evil twin" complex or something, but it still made Duo uneasy. And he wasn't the only one; the other pilots were starting to watch Quatre much more closely.
Well, he hoped that the mission that Wufei, Trowa, Heero and himself were planning tonight would shed some light on just what was going on with their teammate.
"Duo!" A voice intruded.
Jumping in slight surprise, Duo turned to face the object of the mystery that he had been thinking about.
"What can I do for you, Quatre?"
"I've been calling you for dinner, Duo... but you seem to be a million miles away. Is there anything I can do?"
Was it just his imagination or had Quatre's speaking voice grown husky over the past two weeks, bringing to mind dark bedrooms, silk sheets and sweat covered bodies. Shaking his head to try and stop the lustful thoughts brought on by hearing that voice, Duo smiled at Quatre, grabbed the blonde’s arm and headed towards the kitchen.
"I'm fine, Quatre... just starving, that’s all." The braided teen laughed.
Two hours later found the four gundam pilots gathered in the living room, waiting for Quatre to leave as he did every night. Wufei was reading, of course and Trowa was watching T.V. Heero was tapping away on his ever faithful laptop and Duo was staring at the ceiling. Quatre strolled in carrying his black duffle bag and waved to them as he headed out. The Arab had made it plain two weeks ago that he would answer no questions about this mission and any who pushed the issue was given an ice cold gaze plus the silent treatment. That was why the four decided to follow Quatre tonight. To get some answers and to watch their friend's back, even if he didn't ask for it.
Following Quatre wasn't easy; after all he had been trained as a pilot just like the rest of them. Heero wanted to make sure they didn't lose their quarry, so he planted a small transmitter in Quatre's bag. So it was that signal that the four were following. When the signal stopped moving, Heero said softly, "We got him."
"Are you out of your fucking mind, Heero? That piece of crap has to be broken. There is no way that Quatre is in there." Duo growled, looking at the club that the four were standing in front of.
"Hn... the transmitter is in perfect working order, Maxwell. So I suggest that you shut up and think of a way for us to get in?"
Facing the Japanese youth that he very much wanted to punch as well as kiss, Duo asked, "Why do I need to come up with a plan, *Yuy*?"
"Because, baka, we are underage for this type of club and you are suppose to be the master of stealth." Wufei answered instead.
"Yea, well Wu-man, money talks and bullshit walks." Duo cast a nasty grin at Wufei, and then walked boldly up to the entrance. After a few minutes of talking to the large bouncer at the door, Duo returned with a satisfied smile. "No problem, boys... we can go in whenever you are ready."
"What did you do, Duo?" Trowa asked, very curious as to how he had managed to pull off them getting into the club.
"Trade secret, Trowa... trade secret” Was all Duo would say.
Both Wufei and Heero were sure that they would never make it past the door, so it surprised them when the bouncer waved them in. Duo winked as he and Trowa passed the man. It took a moment for the four boys to get their eyes to adjust to the swirling colored lights playing over the interior of the club. Music blared from every direction and the people not crowding the bar were either sitting at tables and booths surrounding the dance floor, or on the dance floor moving to the beat.
"So how are we expected to find Quatre in this chaos or do we just stand here hoping that we spot him?" Wufei asked loudly, struggling to be heard over the driving beat of the club music.
Before any of the others could answer, the music ended abruptly and the DJ's voice asked the dancers to clear the floor.
Duo grabbed Trowa's arm and started to move towards an empty table near the DJ's booth, calling to Heero and Wufei, "Come on, lets sit down and see if we can spot Quatre when things calm down."
They seated themselves at the table and watched as the dancers moved off the dance floor. The Gundam pilots could catch snatches of conversations as men and women passed.
"Oh, I can't wait....."
"Tonight's the last night, I'm completely heartbroken......"
"I wish I could....."
It wasn't clear to the four boys what people were talking about, but they seemed to be very excited. The tension in the air was growing as people took their seats or stood at the edge of the dance floor waiting. Heero let his eyes roam over the crowd, looking for a certain head of blond hair. He paid extra special attention to the waiters working the room. Heero surmised that Quatre was working undercover here, figuring the number of OZ personal that he had already spotted in the crowd.
The DJ's voice boomed over the speakers, "Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready to fall in love? To see a living fantasy right here, live and in person? Well, if you are... then I give you the one, the only, the dream made flesh! I give you...CAT!"
Heero and the others were startled when the club went black. But the darkness lasted only for about thirty seconds before a single spotlight lit a figure standing in the middle of the dance floor.
The silence of the club was broken by the soft indrawn breaths of Duo, Wufei, Trowa and Heero as they recognized the figure on the dance floor.
It was Quatre.
A Quatre dressed all in black; from the tight leather pants to the silk shirt covering his upper body as well as the cowboy hat tipped rakishly over one eye. Never had the blond pilot seemed so sexy, so sensual, so unlike the Quatre that the four spent most of all their time with. This Quatre was very different from the one who always had a smile for them and a shoulder to lean on if they needed it. This Quatre was dark, dangerous and had sex written in every line of his body as he stood waiting in the middle of the floor.
Then the music started and Quatre began to move. The heat in the club jumped about twenty degrees, at least in Duo's mind it did.
//Says he wants you
He says he needs you
If it's real talk then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
(A really really good boy)
Why not let him lay with you
(When you give it to him good)//
Quatre stood with his back to the audience, hips moving in a little circle, two fingers lightly laid on the brim of the cowboy hat. From where they sat, the four Gundam pilots could see the sexy and teasing grin that played across their fellow pilot's lips. It was a grin that said "Look at me; you know that you want to. I don't mind because I like feeling your eyes on me." The four looked at each other and saw that they were all affected by this Quatre. If the wide eyes and sudden increase in their breathing was any indication, that is.
Suddenly Quatre whirled to face the crowd, whipping the cowboy hat from his head and sending it flying into the audience. He bent down, sinking into a low squat and rocking slightly on his bare feet. Raising hands to the buttons of the silk shirt, Quatre slid each free as he rotated his hips to the beat of the song playing. With each circle of his body, Quatre would raise himself a little higher until he was standing at his full height again.
//Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, let your back roll
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ooh"//
What really set the men and women in the crowd to howling was Quatre, Cat that is, mouthing the words of the song to them as he danced. He played with the audience, seducing them with every roll of his hips, teasing them by shrugging the silk shirt off his shoulders and then pulling the shirt back up. The crowd fell completely under his spell, waiting to see if the beautiful blonde would reveal the body they were screaming for.
As he at last stood to his full height with the shirt unbutton and hanging open, Quatre looked out into the crowd; choosing one person and walking up to them. Pale skin peeked out from the part in the shirt, a fine layer of sweat making the skin glisten in the lights. Smiling at the young man, Quatre took his hand and had the man grab the cuff of one shirt sleeve. Then with a wink, the blond pilot spun away, leaving the man holding an empty black silk shirt. This sent the crowd into a real frenzy, the calls and howls deafening.
//You gettin' bold
He's growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
(And you thinkin', but give it time)
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me (ooh)//
Quatre stopped again in the middle of the dance floor facing the crowd. He was gazing out at the audience with this wicked half smile that none of the other pilots had ever seen on his face before. This was a young man who teased, taunted and seduced with every sway of his slim hips. With each roll of a pale shoulder Quatre seemed to promise long hot nights spent tangled together in silk bed sheets. And the audience wasn’t the only ones being affected by the dance.
As he watched Trowa felt as if his body were about to go up in flames. The Quatre moving so erotically over the dance floor was so far removed from the violin playing boy he had shared a duet with that it was like two different people. But Trowa admitted honestly to himself that he was no less enchanted and seduced by this Quatre then he had been by the quiet and gentle pilot who surrendered to him on the battlefield where they met. Mine, Trowa thought to himself.
Wufei was having trouble reconciling the vision of the sexy dancer with the remembered image of a giggling Quatre running that very morning from an enraged Duo, who had been more then a little upset that the blond had replaced the sugar in the sugar bowl with salt, ruining the braided pilot’s cereal. The Chinese pilot had even more trouble understanding the rather possessive growl that rose in his throat at the blatant looks of lust and desire that were directed towards Quatre. Mine, Wufei growled silently at the cheering audience.
Heero watched as Quatre danced close to one male audience member, then turned away to teasingly press his firm ass against the man’s groin. When the man sought to place his arms around Quatre’s waist the blond shook his head, threw a little smile over his shoulder and danced away. The Japanese pilot accepted this new aspect of Quatre with his usual emotionless expression all the while wondering how much trouble he would be in if he walked over and killed that man. No one touches what is mine, Heero raged.
Duo found that he couldn’t take his eyes off the dancing form of Quatre. From the moment he had realized it was his friend and fellow pilot on the dance floor, Duo had been entranced. What then truly trapped Duo and had him moaning out loud; enough for the others to hear was catching sight of the fine gold chain that encircled Quatre’s waist just above the waistline of the low slung leather pants he wore. Glancing at the others, Duo realized that he wasn’t the only one very much turned on by the blonde’s performance. A part of Duo was laughing at the sight of his usually stoic comrades salivating over Quatre like wolves eyeing a fresh side of beef. I doubt I am much better, Duo laughed to himself.
The song Quatre had been dancing to ended abruptly, but he never paused as another started, this one causing Duo to smile a little. Like himself, Quatre had a passion for twentieth century music, but whereas Duo loved the hard rock of the time, the Arab pilot loved pop music from Asia or J and Kpop as he called it sometimes. The song playing was one Duo had heard blaring out of Quatre’s room countless times when he assumed the other pilots were away. If he remembered correctly the song was called Brand New and the group was one Quatre’s favorite, ShinHwa. Duo watched as Quatre threw himself into the movements of the song. It wasn’t as erotic or provocative as the previous song, but the movements of the blonde’s body as he moved over the floor had the crowd screaming and cheering as loud as they could.
None of them had ever seen Quatre dance so passionately or with such skill. It was like seeing a whole new person or waking to the knowledge that maybe, just maybe you didn’t know that person as well as you thought. And that was a realization that didn’t sit too well with the four young men watching.
//*CHORUS*
One two three four, back to the one two! One two three, back to yeah!
One two three four, back to the one two! One two three, back to yeah!
I am looking at you through the mirror, but I’m pretending to touch my hair
I want to confidently go up to you and talk but I will just look at you for now..
**CHORUS*
You will fall into my eyes, no one will be able to win over me
Like the perfume on your chest, let me be sprayed over you
So that you can always breath me in// [1]
The four Gundam pilots realized the precise moment when Quatre spotted them seated at the table. He paused for a half second in his dance and even with the flashing overhead lights they could see the hot rage that suddenly burned is his aqua eyes. And that rage seemed to fuel his dance movements as he swayed over to their table. Wufei and Duo couldn’t tear their gazes away from the flash and glitter of the gold waist chain as it caught the light when Quatre danced. Both Trowa and Heero were however focused on the white hot anger that burned in the eyes of Sandrock’s pilot.
He was angry, Heero thought, no correct that; Quatre was furious and the four of them were sure to catch hell for this. But Heero had a hard time holding on to that worry as Quatre suddenly straddled his lap and looped loose arms around his neck. Dimly, in the background the pilot of Wing could hear the cheering and screaming of the audience grow in volume. Cobalt and aqua eyes locked in silent battle as Quatre rolled his hips over Heero’s lap, mimicking an act that was better suited to the privacy of a bedroom. Out of the corner of his eye Heero could see the varying degrees of desire rising in the other pilots’ expressions and knew his own probably matched. He was jolted however, when Quatre leaned forward and latched on his earlobe, biting down hard enough to cause Heero no little pain.
“You guys are so *fucked*!” Quatre growled roughly in his pain-filled ear. Then he pushed himself off Heero’s lap and danced away across the floor.
//If I take you out to shop you go wow
If I take you places that u wanna go
Hit me from the back,
Don't stop now let's go, hit it, hit it, bust it one more
A glass of wine a steak, our first date
Gentleman I won't make a mistake
A mistake is a chance I won't take
Stealing your heart is a piece of cake//
Quatre danced back to the middle of the floor and stopped moving even though the music continued to play. Smiling at the crowd as well as throwing a defiant look towards his friends’ table Quatre lightly rubbed his hands up and down leather clad thighs before reaching for the pant’s fastening. He cocked an eyebrow at the audience as if asking a question. The screaming and cheering rose to deafening level as they answered whole-heartily.
Duo had to grab ahold of both Wufei and Heero as Quatre popped the button and slid the zipper of the pants down showing a hint of pale gold hair. There was no doubt in their or the crowd’s mind that the dancer in front of them wore nothing under the pants and he was about to reveal everything.
“Stop!” Duo hissed, tightening his grip on both pilots’ arms. “You two will blow his cover if you storm onto the floor like a couple of fucking cavemen ready to drag him away by his hair.”
Trowa agreed with what Duo was saying but like Heero and Wufei wanted nothing more then to rush the floor and stop Quatre from doing what he was about to.
To their surprise a black object suddenly sailed towards Quatre. He caught it, turned his back on the crowd and stripped the leather pants off. The frenzy of the crowd intensified at the flash of Quatre’s firm tight ass. But when he turned back to the audience he was wearing an evil grin on his face and a black cowboy hat was keeping him from complete nakedness.
Even though Quatre had failed to reveal his last secret to the crowd, the men and women screamed and cheered as if he had. As the volume of noise grew, the blonde danced backwards until he disappeared behind a curtain not far from the DJ’s booth. The audience continued applauding and were rewarded when Quatre reappeared, this time covered in a knee length black silk robe.
As he stood facing the crowd and catching his breath, Quatre glanced to the table where the other Gundam pilots were sitting. Smiling and giving small bows, inwardly Quatre was cursing the four and imagining the most painful ways he could bring about their deaths. He was furious that they had followed him, spying and acting as if he couldn’t complete a simple mission without their back-up.
Ignoring the large amounts of credits that were being thrown at his feet, Quatre cast one last glare at the table with his friends and disappeared back behind the curtained door.
As waiters cleared the dance floor of the credits, Duo stood and motioned to the others.
“Lets get out of here. If Quatre is going to kill us, I’d rather he not do it in public.”
Heero and the others nodded and followed Duo out of the club. The ride back to the safehouse was very quiet as each remembered what they had seen tonight and how it affected them.
Back at the safehouse, Duo flopped down on the couch and sighed, “God… I didn’t think the guy had it in him to pull off an act like that. I think I am going to need a cold shower.”
“You would, Maxwell.” Wufei sneered as he sat down across from Duo.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t get a raging hard-on watching Cat strut across that dance floor, Wufei. Because, if you do I will call you a liar… to your face.” Duo snorted, his violet eyes starting to flash dangerously. “Gay, straight or neuter, that performance of Cat’s was guaranteed to raise some blood pressures.”
Wufei choose not to answer, turning his head away from Duo to focus on Trowa, who was staring out a window. The Chinese pilot was surprised when he heard the boy whisper, “He was really beautiful, wasn’t he?”
“Hn…” Was the answer that Heero gave instead of Wufei.
Duo snorted again and asked, “Was that a yes or no, Heero?”
No one was given an opportunity to answer as the door slammed open revealing an angry Quatre dressed very similarly to how he had been dressed on stage. The only difference was the black jeans instead of leather and cotton workshirt instead of silk.
Throwing the duffle bag at Heero, who was standing the closest to him, Quatre stormed into the living room. “How dare all of you follow me on a mission when I told you not to.”
Duo, Wufei and Heero were shocked speechless when Trowa walked over to Quatre, grabbed him by the arms and kissed him. Very passionately too, in Duo’s opinion. The three were too stunned to do more then stare as Trowa let go of Quatre and stepped back. And even more surprised when Quatre looked at Trowa for a moment, gave him a small half smile and then hauled off and punched him.
“If you want to kiss me, you bloody well better ask me next time!” Quatre growled over the fallen Trowa, clenching his fist. “I wasn’t advertising on that dance floor; I was doing the job I was assigned to do.”
“So… can I?”
Quatre turned shocked eyes to Wufei, who had asked the soft question. He couldn’t believe any of this was happening. When he had been given this mission, he’d been sure that he could keep the others from finding out. Not that he was embarrassed by the dancing; Quatre just hated the idea that the others would look at it as a laughable joke. He had thrown himself into the mission as a way to prove to himself that he could be as sexy and desirable as the others.
At first Instructor H had ordered Quatre to hand the mission off to someone he thought was better suited to the cover. Of course H had mentioned Duo as a first choice, followed by Heero and Wufei. Quatre refused, telling H that he was more then capable of taking on the mission and succeeding. But the thought of informing the others and watching the expressions of doubt and laughter cross their faces kept him silent. That was the reason Quatre had made it clear that none of the pilots were to follow or interfere in any way.
During the mission, out on that dance floor night after night Quatre had found a kind of freedom that in his life had been sadly lacking. He could play the sweet and innocent youth, the naughty slut, the badass biker boy or whatever character he wanted when he danced and the crowd believed and loved it.
Looking at Wufei, who stood waiting for his answer, then at Trowa laying at his feet and Duo and Heero watching him with mixed expressions of trepidation and desire; Quatre reached out with his ‘Space Heart’. The answer he found there had him laughing wickedly and asking, “So who wants a private dance?”
TBC??...maybe
Owari
Author’s note
[1] This is the English translation to the song ‘Brand New’ by Shinhwa and the person credited on the website is eebyul (also credit: aheeyah.com)