June 2000
Category: Eyecandy
Time frame: After the events in Preventer Business
Pairings: 4+3, 2+1
Disclaimer: Not mine, just roaming harmlessly around in the sandbox.
Archive: Umm... please ask me first.
Summary: This one definitely has serious lime overtones. There are a couple
songs mentioned, but it's not a songfic.
Wufei looked up from his computer at the sound of feet thundering down the stairs.
"Trust me guys, you all are gonna looooovveee this place." Duo's bright cheerful voice carried from the foyer.
"Are you certain Duo? I mean... the Pretty Hate Machine? Sounds a little... well." Quatre hedged obviously seeking the right combination of words that would express his reservations without hurting the American boy's feelings. "Besides, why couldn't we wear our own clothes?"
"Aw com'on Quatre, quite being such a worry wort. Besides you wanna fit in with the atmosphere don't yah? Believe me, you guys look great!"
Wufei put his computer on pause and walked to the doorway to look at his fellow Preventer operatives. The Chinese boy blinked and almost did a double take.
Duo was dressed in black leather pants and a black leather sleeveless shirt that clung to his body like a second skin. If Wufei hadn't known better he'd have though it was painted on. Trowa and Quatre had also been reoutfitted, obviously by Duo. Quatre was wearing black jeans that molded to his slender lower body and a loose deep blue silk shirt. The shirt was open quite a few buttons down the slender blonde's chest and the color set off Quatre's blue eyes perfectly. The dark colors also helped highlight his pale hair.
Trowa had forgone his habitual turtleneck in favor of a short sleeved shirt made out of some sort of fishnet material. The fabric was well woven so it seemed to yield hints of the well formed chest beneath, without actually being daring. He had tucked this shirt into a pair of black leather pants, looking almost like a match for Duo.
Heero had been deemed proper in his tank top and biker shorts. Either that or Duo had gotten an automatic pistol up his nose when he'd suggested something otherwise.
"Hey Wufei! Last chance man, it's gonna be a great time." Duo had invited all of them out but Wufei had something else he was working on and had clung to that excuse. Duo's outings tended to be a little.. racy.
"No thanks."
Duo shrugged one bared shoulder. "Your loss man, we'll be sure to bring you back lots of good stories." Duo leered.
"I can hardly contain my excitement." Wufei deadpanned.
Undeterred Duo bounded towards the door. "Quatre you call up the limo?"
"Um, well yes though..."
"Yeah, I'm positive we want to take it. It will help us get in." Duo careened out the door. Quatre gave Trowa a worried look. Trowa just lifted his brows in an expression of "It was your idea to tag along with him." Quatre flushed a bit and followed Duo out the door. Trowa and Heero exchanged glances and then followed with nods to Wufei who was making good his escape back to the computer.
Three things impressed themselves upon Heero as he stood in the doorway to the Pretty Hate Machine. First, it was LOUD. Second, it was crowded. Third it was dark. The club was located in a warehouse in a district that was known for it's trend setting avant guard crowds. True to Duo's estimation there had been a huge line waiting to get in but the site of Quatre's limo and the Winner heir himself had guaranteed their immediate entrance.
Once inside all pretense of conversation was dashed. The music was pumped so loud you could feel the bass in your chest. Computer timed lights flashed and swirled in perfect synchonicity to the music pounded across the loud speakers. The one source of constant light was the bar off against the far wall. Most people gyrated out on the dance floor that dominated the large structure, or up on the artfully placed high platforms. Heero shook his head, what the hell was he doing here?
Duo, already bouncing in time to the music, stood just in front of him with an ecstatic expression on his lively face. Heero quirked an inward smile. He was here because he owed Duo and owed him a lot. Coming to a club that Duo hadn't stopped talking about for weeks seemed a small step in paying back the American boy for the endless love and understanding Heero had found in their relationship.
So, that was why he was here. Heero looked over at Quatre who was also beginning the move in time with the music. The blonde pilot seemed to have lost most of his reservations about the place and was positively vibrating with energy. That left one sane person, Trowa. Heero looked over at the tall boy standing next to him. A warm smile was on Trowa's face lighting up his green eyes, a sure indication that he was watching Quatre.
Duo swung around and with grand gestures of his hands indicated that they should all head for the dance floor. Heero and Trowa both gave negative shakes of their heads, almost in unison, indicating the dubious sanity of the bar. Duo shrugged and grabbed Quatre who didn't put up much of a struggle as he was tugged off into the crush of people.
"How long do you think they can stay in there without coming up for air?!" Heero yelled into Trowa's ear. The two quiet boys had been sitting at the bar knocking back something called Sangria punch. As they had drunk more and more they had become more and more talkative.For them.
"I don't know. They've been out there for nearly an hour!" Trowa hollered back.
Heero nodded and peered back out into the throng of people where Duo and Quatre had made a little hole for themselves. People had formed a small circle around the two boys, obviously enjoying watching them dance. For that matter, if Heero was honest with himself, he and Trowa had been enjoying watching their respective lovers dancing.
The two boys had been putting on a hell of a show and at some point Quatre's shirt had gotten loose from his jeans and opened the rest of the way. The blue silk twined about his slender hips as he performed a graceful twist, matching a tricky turn Duo performed as the song they were dancing to came to a conclusion. There was no rest for the wicked as the next song was already building. Turning a little Quatre and Duo both caught Heero and Trowa watching them.
Quatre grinned wickedly. Though he and Duo were stone cold sober, both of them were high as kites on adrenaline and sexual tension. Taking a step away from Duo, Quatre fixed Trowa with a come hither look and crooked his finger in a beaconing gesture. At just that moment the singer's sultry voice came over the loud speaker and Quatre mouthed in perfect lip sync the words.
"Play with me."
Heero steadied Trowa's hastily set aside glass of punch as the taller boy headed for the dance floor. Heero already knew what was going to be expected of him and since the warmth provided by the punch was roaming through his veins and making him feel wonderfully affable, he tossed back both his drink and the remains of Trowa's drink before heading after the taller boy but towards Duo.
As Trowa came into arm's length, Quatre reached out and caught up his hand, pulling his lover further into the crush of people. Once out on the dance floor Trowa blinked, finding himself a little unsure of what to. Quatre just smiled reassuringly at him, lacing their fingers together as he stepped back into Trowa, moving a little to the side so that his right leg locked against Trowa's right leg. Pressed against him like this Quatre made a graceful twist of his hips which Trowa followed instinctively.
Duo, was a little more lucky. Though he'd rather be covered in honey and strapped out on an ant hill naked before admitting it, Heero was an accomplished dancer. Upon reaching his lover Heero stroked a hand along Duo's chest as he stepped around behind him. Duo grinned over his shoulder as he began to move in time to the music. Heero, obligingly, stepped up to press his chest into Duo's back as he matched him movement for movement, keeping his arm looped loosely around Duo's torso.
This way they could both watch Quatre and Trowa. The natural showman in Trowa was coming to his rescue as he followed Quatre's leads. Their bodies parted only to come together, only to part yet again in a teasing pattern. As he got a hang of the twists and rhythm, Trowa began to throw out little physical challenges. The taller boy loved watching Quatre's blue eyes darken till they damn near matched the dark blue shirt that swirled so seductively about his hips. Quatre lifted a pale brow as he realized Trowa's game.
At one point the music brought them back together and Quatre reached up quickly and placed a slender hand against Trowa's shoulder. Though there was no physical force behind the gesture, it was nevertheless a commanding action and Trowa gracefully sank downwards until his head as about level with Quatre's chest. Quatre took a step forward straddling one of Trowa's legs and lock their bodies together. Then he released Trowa's shoulder, trailing his fingers lightly down along his lover's upper arm. Trowa smiled wolfishly as he slide in time to the bass beat of the music back up along Quatre's body, chest locked to chest, hip locked to hip.
After watching that, Duo twisted about quickly in Heero's hold, looping his arms around Heero's neck and pressing against him. Without loosening his hold around Duo, Heero splayed his hand against Duo's lower back, forcing the excited American to slow the quick actions of his body, forcing Duo back into perfect time with the music's kick. Though Heero's own eyes were a couple shade darker then usual for him.
Wufei had just settled down with another small shot glass of sake when he heard the crunch of tires on the gravel outside the house. Blinking, the Chinese boy looked up at the clock surprised to see it well past 2 in the morning. Putting his computer on pause he braced himself for an energetically told rendition of everything the other four had gotten up to that night.
Instead, there was an explosive bang as the front door crashed back on it's hinges, followed by the scampering sound of four pairs of feet getting in their own way as the other four pilots careened up the stairs. These were young men who could move like the wind when the need called for it, yet at this moment they had about as much grace as a herd of elephants. As the last footstep stomped off the stair Wufei tilted his head up counting to himself until he heard the tell tale slamming of two bedroom doors and the throwing of locks.
Standing, with a long suffering sigh, Wufei headed into the foyer to close and lock the front door.
tbc
Umm... continue? Or would you all like to just use your imaginations?
Laekin
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