26-Dec-2000
I wrote this for Draco, who had a special request. I hope everyone else enjoys it as well! Oh, only 2 parts this time I promise!
Title: Dangerous Games part 1
Author: Jade
Pairing: 1x2, 3x4 implied
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warning: yaoi, exhibitionism, lemon, violence
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
It was between missions, and all the pilots were in desperate need of a break. Duo in particular felt the need to blow off some steam. He had been paired with Heero on the last mission, and the stress of hiding his attraction for the cobalt-eyed boy was wearing on him. Duo was looking forward to getting out and having some fun.
Wufei declined, but Duo managed to convince Quatre and Trowa to go out to a local dance club. As long as they could be together, the two lovebirds didn't much care where they were, truthfully. Now for the hard part: convincing the Perfect Soldier he needed to go with them. Duo knew he would never have a chance with Heero, the boy was probably straight as an arrow, but hope springs eternal. Duo was head over heels in love/lust and reason had no place in it. Duo also hoped to get a chance to see him in another outfit. Not that he didn't love to look at Heero's spandex-clad ass, but in his numerous fantasies Heero wore all sorts of outfits. He wanted to see what other clothes the other pilot had.
Duo's mind whirled with plots and plans; how would he get Heero to agree to go? Just then, Heero walked into their shared room, startling him. Duo had been sprawled across his bed, deep in thought about his favorite obsession, and said obsession just walks in. Duo, never being one to stop to think too much, blurted out, "Hey Heero, me and Q-man and Trowa are going out tonight to this cool club and it would be really fun if you would come with even though you probably don't want to but it would be fun to just get out and--"
Duo paused for breath when he realized Heero had spoken. "What did you say?"
Heero sighed. "I said yes, I'd like to go."
Duo stared at him, dumbstruck. "You would? Cool!" Duo regained his composure, bouncing up off the bed. "Thanks Heero!"
Heero watched as Duo ran out of the room to tell Quatre and Trowa the good news. Truthfully, Heero had been hoping Duo would invite him along. That way, he would have more time to admire the braided boy from afar without having his attention divided by a mission. He had had feelings for Duo since they first met, but Heero had been trying to suppress them, because he didn't want to jeopardize either their friendship or their cause. He knew such feelings for another boy were wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He dreamed of Duo; dreams that left him aroused and frustrated. He knew he should stay far away from Duo, and let his training take over; get the longhaired boy out of his mind. But he couldn't do that; he arranged missions so they would be together, and if possible arranged it so they shared a room. Heero knew he was just tormenting himself, but it was worth it for a few stolen moments watching the other boy sleep, or seeing him emerge from the shower, towel wrapped carelessly around his hips and surrounded by a mass of wet hair. If Dr. J had any clue of Heero's feelings, the scientist would have him retrained in a flash, and Heero didn't want that. He was allowed very few things that were his; his feelings for Duo were one of them. He would watch Duo dance, and fuel his fantasies for the next few weeks. It wasn't enough, but it would have to be.
Night came, and the boys gathered in the living room, ready to go. Quatre and Trowa were snuggling on the couch. They were the first ones ready. Both of them looked up, nearly in shock, when Heero walked in. Trowa nudged Quatre and the blond boy remembered to close his mouth. Heero was dressed in very formfitting black jeans and a cobalt blue silk shirt that matched his eyes. It was a simple outfit, but on the unconsciously beautiful boy it was stunning.
"You look great, Heero," Quatre managed to say. "We're just waiting for Duo now. He always takes forever. Must be the hair."
Heero nodded, and thought, I look ridiculous. Then Duo appeared, and Heero's mouth went dry. The first thing he noticed was the hair: Duo had left it loose, and it flowed around him like yards of silk. Heero's eyes roamed; Duo was wearing all black, as usual, but this time his outfit consisted of extremely low-slung leather pants and a cropped tank top, which left a good deal of Duo's creamy skin on display. Duo's cheeks were flushed with excitement as he bounded into the room.
"Ready to go? I'm so psyched! This is gonna be fun!" Duo announced as he swept into the room. He caught sight of Heero standing there, looking like a wet dream, in jeans so tight he could see... Duo stopped that train of thought before he got completely distracted. Heero looked amazing, even more so because he obviously didn't know how gorgeous he was. Duo, on the other hand, had spent hours agonizing over what he would wear, what to do with his hair, and so on. But as usual, the Wing pilot seemed oblivious to Duo's charms, turning away and walking toward the door; inadvertently giving Duo a view of how incredible his ass looked in the jeans.
Far from oblivious, Heero had actually turned away because he had become very aroused from the vision that was Duo; and his jeans were so tight that the longhaired boy would be bound to notice. Heero tried to get himself under control as he grabbed their jackets and the keys to the car.
They all got in the car, Quatre and Trowa sliding into the back seat, Heero driving and Duo in the passenger seat. The ride to the club was uneventful, and although there was a long line, the bouncer took one look at Duo and waved them right in. Heero glared at the man as he went past.
Inside, the club was a mass of bright lights, pounding music, and writhing bodies. Duo somehow managed to secure a table, and Quatre and Trowa went off in search of drinks.
The table was a booth, and since Heero and Duo knew that the other two boys would want a side to themselves, they sat together on one side as well. Duo slid in first, then Heero. They sat awkwardly for a moment. The music was too loud to even try to carry on a conversation, so they settled for watching the dancers and stealing sidelong glances at each other.
Heero was admiring the way Duo's hair shone in the light, and Duo was wishing he could dance just one dance with Heero, when Quatre and Trowa arrived with four beers. Duo happily sucked his down, and half of Quatre's. Another round followed, and Duo was well on his way to becoming smashed. Heero was feeling slightly buzzed himself, and decided not to drink any more. He didn't like the feeling of being altered. Duo, however, was becoming increasingly more animated, waving his arms around as he tried to get his point across over the driving beat. He seemed to be trying to convince Trowa and Quatre that they should be out there dancing.
Duo was feeling manic. He had been the one who wanted to get out, but things weren't going according to his plan. He wasn't sure exactly what his plan had been, but it was supposed to involve getting closer to Heero, and here they sat, in a club that was too loud for conversation, and not dancing. Duo drank another beer, and got more desperate.
Heero was just busy watching Duo, wishing he could tell Duo how he really felt, when Quatre and Trowa finally decided to get out on the dance floor. Heero couldn't believe they were actually going to dance in public; but, looking around, he realized there were many same-sex couples as well as traditional ones out on the dance floor. It seemed to be a liberal environment. Duo seemed to be happily watching the two of them dance; he turned to Heero and yelled over the music, "They're so cute together, aren't they?"
Heero wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to that; he certainly couldn't say that he thought he and Duo would look even better together. So he nodded, and caught himself gazing deep into violet eyes.
Duo felt like something big was looming; Heero hadn't reacted badly to the other boys dancing together. But it was a huge leap from there to wanting to dance with Duo. Now, Heero was staring at him with an odd expression on his face.
Suddenly, Heero realized a strange man was approaching their table. He was tall and muscled, and very self-confident. Ignoring Heero's warning glare, the man planted both hands on the table and leaned across it to speak to Duo.
"Hey, gorgeous, wanna dance?" the man asked, giving Duo a seductive look.
Duo looked up at the man in shock. "I'm a boy," he explained, thinking the man had mistaken him for a girl.
The man smiled even more. "I know."
Duo blushed, flustered. He could see Heero watching him carefully, looking pissed off. Well, Duo thought to himself, here was one way to let Heero know of his preferences without actually telling him. He'd much rather be dancing with Heero, but this guy wasn't bad; in fact, he sort of looked like an older version of Heero, tall, dark, and handsome. One dance wouldn't hurt, would it? Maybe Heero would dance with him next. Duo looked at Heero, questioningly.
Heero was torn. Part of him hoped that Duo said yes, so he would know if Duo liked boys; but another part of him seethed with anger at the thought of anyone else touching his Duo. And the nerve of this guy, asking Duo to dance when Heero was sitting right there with him... Anger won out, and he clamped down on his emotions again, reverting to soldier mode, berating himself for allowing himself these emotions.
"Do you mind, Heero?" Duo squeaked out.
Heero looked at the man, then at Duo, and said disdainfully, "Why should I care, Duo? Do what you want."
Immediately, Heero cursed himself as he saw Duo's face fall, and he knew he'd said the wrong thing.
"Fine."
Duo pushed past Heero quickly so the other boy wouldn't see his disappointment. He should have known better than to think Heero felt anything more than annoyance for him. Well, he would show Heero. He would dance with this guy, and have a great time. Leave the Perfect Soldier sitting all alone at the table. Maybe the Queen of the World would come along and keep him entertained. They deserve each other, Duo thought miserably, deliberately not looking back at Heero as he put an extra sway into his walk on the way to the dance floor. The man smiled at him. At least someone appreciates me, thought Duo, and grabbed onto the man, throwing himself into dancing to the driving beat.
Heero buried his face in his hands, willing himself not to watch Duo hang all over the man, but unable to stop himself. Just when he found out he actually might have had a chance with Duo, he had royally screwed up. He had only reinforced the image in Duo's mind of him as a cold, uncaring bastard.
Duo threw himself into dancing, trying to lose himself in the music and forget about the way his heart felt. At least he had his answer now; Heero obviously didn't care about him, and he could give up that silly fantasy. Duo started as he felt the man's hands wrap around his waist and pull Duo against him; the man was obviously happy to see him. At least someone wants me, thought Duo, and he thrust back, dirty dancing for all he was worth and giving the whole club, Heero included, quite a show.
Heero couldn't tear his eyes away: the scene before him was tearing him apart, but he still had to look. Duo, his Duo, pressed against another man, obviously enjoying himself. He's blown it, if he had ever even had a chance to blow. Heero laughed at himself; as if an incredible creature like Duo would ever even look twice at someone like him. Heero grabbed another beer and downed it in one gulp; his anger grew and he glowered at everyone in sight.
Duo kept trying to steal glances at Heero, to see if the cobalt-eyed boy was watching, but he never managed to get a good look. The man he was dancing with was very skillful, always managing to press against Duo while keeping the beat. Duo started to get uncomfortable with the man's roaming hands; when one tried to snake its way inside his shirt, Duo decided to cool things off a little. He told the man he'd be right back; he needed to go to the bathroom. The man nodded, and Duo made his way to the men's room.
Heero watched with barely restrained fury as the man's hands walked all over Duo; but Duo didn't seem to mind, so he could do nothing. Then, Duo headed off the dance floor, presumably toward the bathroom. He watched Duo as he swayed through the crowd, luminous among the masses. He was about to turn away, and make his way home alone, when he noticed the man Duo had been dancing with follow Duo, with a predatory grin on his face. Heero had a bad feeling; he quickly slipped through the crowd, following.
End Part 1
(:./jade/games1)
