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"Tonight is the Night"Written By: ELLE Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing or the boys,
just love writing about 'em. =) Rating: NC 17 Warnings: swearing, SEX, this would probably be a PWP if I could write one (but I can't), AU but still set in the after colony timeline (eh, whatevs, I don't know what I'm doing, try not to think about it too much), and hopefully judicious liberties have been taken with the state of the music industry in AC 195 Pairings: 1x2x1, past 1XR Summary: After breaking up with his pop-sensation girlfriend Relena, rock musician Heero Yuy becomes infatuated with rapper Duo Maxwell and decides he must try to see the up-and-comer while he's in town. This story started as a smutty little distraction from my more serious works and kinda became a life of its own... Author's Notes: This is not the kind of fic I typically write. I find this type of thing trite and silly and I avoid it all costs. That said, working on a soon to be posted trilogy is pretty much destroying my brain and this nonsense is a much-needed break from that. I poured it out in one sitting. Just so ya know, this fic is inspired by two things. The first being a radio interview I heard about John Mayer. Okay, it wasn't really about him, but the guy they were interviewing worked with him and the way he described Mayer reminded me of Heero – quiet and reserved and passionate about his work. So while I'm sure the first thing you don't think about is Heero singing "Your Body is a Wonderland," I don't know, after hearing that interview, I kinda felt like I could really imagine it. So if you can't, then you might just wanna hit the back button on your browser now. ;-) The second thing that inspired me is Macklemore's song 'Thrift Shop.' The first time I heard it I started laughing uproariously imagining Duo singing: "I'll wear your granddad's clothes, I'll look incredible, I'm in this big ass coat from the thrift shop down the road." If you can't imagine Duo signing that, then that back button is still there for you. (Although if you can imagine Heero as John Mayer but not Duo singing Macklemore, I'll seriously question your sanity.) Oh, and the title is from Ludacris' song "Rest of my Life." I'm on a rap/club kick here, bear with me. We'll return to your regularly scheduled program soon enough. I just needed some fluffy entertainment.
"Tonight is the Night"
It had been nearly four months since Heero had last seen Duo Maxwell. And yet, he couldn't stop thinking about it him. Every song he'd written since had been about him. He scanned the news desperately looking for any reference of him. He'd thought up many a silly excuse to try to go to L2 to see him but the more time that passed between then and now, the more ridiculous he felt for holding on to something that Duo never wanted to begin with. But that last morning... He groaned as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. Just thinking about it still made him hot - especially considering he hadn't slept with anyone since. Not that he hadn't tried... He just found his words too insincere, his actions so pathetic, he always found himself backing off before he could a guy alone. His mind floated over their last morning together. They seemed to both wake up in agreement that they simply wouldn't discuss what would happen after those next few hours and instead of talking, found themselves making the most of their time by fucking. And Heero fucked him thoroughly - slowly, passionately - as if he could somehow impress the whole expanse of his emotion upon him in that merging of their bodies. And after they came, they spent time just snuggling, then touching, then kissing each other's bodies until Duo was slipping his fingers into him again, preparing him for round two. Heero found his hand slipping down his body and stroking across his thigh as he followed the same path Duo had, his cock hard and needy as it remembered Duo's touch. He stroked up under his balls, gasping as he remembered how Duo ran his thumb across them, grasping them as he slipped his fingers out, leaving Heero desperate to feel the completion of having his lover inside him. Then his hand surrounded himself, locking around and pulling teasingly, just as Duo had, buried deep inside him but still so damned playful. It was like everything was fun to him. Like Heero was fun to him. Heero often felt ambitious, sexy, passionate, dedicated... but fun? No one had ever seen him as fun before Duo. And he wasn't sure anyone ever would again. It was like Duo brought that part out of him, but he needed the other man to make it work. It was no wonder Wufei had stared in disbelief as Heero told him everything that occurred between them - with four months passed and the other man's presence missing, Heero could hardly believe the things he'd done himself. Especially dancing on the floor of Prohibition with all those people watching. What had he been thinking? But then he was remembering Duo's eyes, staring at him with a smoldering passion buried deep down there, sweat snaking down his face, shoulders rocking back as he drove his hips forward, tongue just barely parting those lips as he focused his entire concentration on fucking him into the mattress. Heero moaned softly as he traced his fingers up his torso to flick across a hard nipple, twisting it, causing a jolt that made his abs clench and his other hand tense, rubbing a bit too roughly, impatiently wanting to come, wanting to feel even a fraction of how he felt when Duo was stroking him, caressing him, leading him over the edge. He hoped that this time he would be able to recapture some of that magic. Hoped that if he did, maybe he wouldn't be doomed to nothing more than a life after Duo. He found himself stroking more vigorously, jerking his hips up - trying to, wanting to, needing to feel as turned on and desperate as he did under Duo's spell. Under those careful, tender hands that flirted across his body, teasing every little sensitive spot, drawing out every little moan. Remembering the way Duo tipped his head forward, biting down on his lower lip, locking his eyes shut as came - it made Heero groan a bit more loudly as he felt his own climax coming. He placed a few well-timed strokes before he was ejaculating across his lower torso with far less gusto than he ever had under Duo's ministrations, pulling gently on himself as the last visages of lackluster pleasure drained out of him. And that familiar, unhappy feeling in the pit of his stomach took up residence just as it had every time he jerked off over the last few months. It would never be the same, could never be the same he had predicted. And unfortunately, he was right. It never would be. Desperate to get out of his lonely bed, he showered, ate a meager breakfast, and got ready for Quatre to pick him up for some last minute accessories and coaching for his impending tour. He wasn't really in the mood to talk shop but he put on a brave face and forced himself to care about what the other man was saying. This was his life now. His life post-Duo Maxwell. He had to make the best of it. He had been surprised and dismay that Quatre saw fit to listen to rap music as he had wholly avoided it, unable to hear the duet Relena had so innocently suggested was about him one more time. He hadn't even seen the video. He knew he wouldn't be able to think about those hands, those hips, those lips without some kind of break down. Luckily Quatre's selection didn't seem to include that song - or any of Duo's for that matter - and he thanked him silently for sparing him the torture of that husky voice. They spent the day driving between a number of boutique shops as Quatre coached him on how he should hold himself, reminded him of the way he should talk, the words he should use, the person he was supposed to be on stage. Luckily it wasn't much different from the person he actually was - it was just that his typical cold indifference needed to come off as aloof sexiness instead. Lunch was an exercise in patience for Heero as he listened to Quatre ramble and he wasn't looking forward to dinner but luckily Quatre seemed to sense his mood and let him off the hook easy by suggesting he just drive him home after the last stop. It wasn't his first tour, Quatre joked. But halfway through the hour drive back to his apartment he risked his life by provoking Heero's wrath. "Have you heard Duo's new song?" he asked casually and Heero pinned him with a look that could freeze fire. "I'll take that as a no. You really should. It's different. More like his older stuff." Quatre paused and fiddled with his radio. "Rumor has it that it took him over a week to record because he kept walking out of the studio." Quatre spared a glace for Heero, who had crossed his arms over his chest and managed the most hostile yet disinterested pose he could muster, protecting himself from every word about the man who wholly occupied his thoughts. "Trowa told me he wrote the whole thing on the shuttle back to L2. On napkins. In one sitting." Heero tried to keep his hands from trembling as his fingernails dug uncomfortably into his arms. He knew what shuttle. He knew when. And then Quatre was playing the song against his will and unless he covered his ears like a child, he had to listen. Quatre was right - it was very "rappy" - way more like his politically charged songs of the past. The ones Heero had come to think of as closest to his heart. His true voice. Before it was covered up by image consultants and agents trying to make him money. But it was also more polished than before, and though his voice sounded rough around the edges, like the words hurt him to sing, Heero couldn't help but listen as his one-time lover divulged the story of his life. The song started with how he'd never met his father, that he was raised by his mother until he found her dead of a drug overdose when he was five. "Too scared of the police to stay, gotta find my own way anyway." Then he lived on the street where he ran with a gang and got to see first hand the destructive nature of disease on a group of kids without food, vaccinations, shelter. "But God was watching out for me, never picked me, needed me to see, there were greater things out there for me." Then he was taken in off the street by an orphanage that eventually burnt to the ground due to suspected arson. Duo was the only survivor. "Got my friends inked on my chest, so they can't leave me like the rest." Heero found himself feeling extremely distraught as the sad tale unraveled. How much could one person take? He was sure Duo wouldn't have wanted his pity, but... How couldn't he feel torn up inside that a man he cared so greatly about had to suffer such a heartbreaking past? No wonder he didn't want to believe in love. And so when then the chorus began Heero almost lost it, the words so close to his own thoughts. "Don't believe in love, only know 'bout pain - but I was lying to you and I was lying to me as I was fuckin' wit you and you were fuckin' wit me." He went on to catalog his rise to fame but Heero was waiting for the chorus again. And when it came, for a moment he let himself believe that Duo meant - no. Better not to think it. Duo apparently had no intention of letting him off that easy. The next verse had Heero's heart pounding as his breathing stopped. "But when I met you, shoulda knew, that fuckin' weren't enough for you. Eyes of blue, a dream come true, hell I woulda split the sky in two, just to have sumthin' more wit you." Heero bit painfully into his cheek. Crude, maybe, but Duo wrote a fucking song for him. Wrote a damned love song. Spilled his guts across every satellite just to get his attention. "The hurt an' the fear an' the shit I deal with every day, that pain inside of me - forcing you away, ain't no way you could ever keep that pain at bay, ain't no way you would ever wanna stay." His fingers were already pulling up Wufei's number when the chorus came back in. He swallowed hard as he realized it was different. Duo changed the lyrics so that he ended saying, "but I was lying to you and I was lying to me when I was fuckin' wit you cause you were loving with me" and Heero's grip on his phone tightened so the plastic in his fingers flexed. "Heero?" Quatre asked cautiously when the song ended, though Heero suspected the blond knew exactly what he was doing as soon as he pulled that song up. He ignored him and listened for Wufei to pick up, keeping the video feed off because he was afraid his voice would betray him enough. He didn't need his face to help out. "Heero?" came Wufei's curious voice, knowing he had a day with Quatre planned. "I need you to book me a shuttle to L2," he stated firmly. "No." Wufei's answer was instantaneous. "Your opening show is in three days, here, on L1." "So book me a return flight the next day, I'll be back, but you have to do this for me!" "As your agent, I can't -" "As my friend!" Heero caught the way his voice wavered and both men paused, surprised by it for different reasons. He breathed in deep for a moment and continued. "Have you heard Duo's new song?" "Of course not," Wufei replied gruffly, seeming irritated though he had to assume Heero's request was related to the braided man. "You know I don't listen to that kind of music." "It's a love song." The statement was simple, because that was all he had to say to explain how vitally important it was that he get that shuttle. "So?" Wufei returned wearily. "They're all love songs." "No, they're not." Even Heero was a bit amazed at how hot and defensive the words came out. "None of his songs are love songs." "I fail to see what that has to do -" "It's for me," he ground out, as if he shouldn't have to explain any of this, as if Wufei should know. "It's a love song - to me." Wufei laughed then, short and derisively. "While the size of your ego never fails to impress me, don't you think that's just a bit arrogant? All the tabloids say he's with one of his dancers, Hilde somebody -" "He might be with her," Heero conceded, "but he loves me." "Heero -" "So help me, if you don't book me a fucking shuttle, I will cancel the whole damned tour and find myself a new agent!" Silence fell between them and the threat seemed to subdue Wufei who simply said he'd message him within the hour and then hung up. As he began to rein his emotions in, he realized that Quatre had overheard the whole exchange. He hazarded a cautious glance for the consultant, his eyes studying the road as if it were the most fascinating scene on L1. "Why didn't he just tell me?" he asked, somewhat hypothetically, relatively certain Quatre wouldn't even know how to begin to answer that question. "Why didn't you tell Relena you were gay?" Quatre returned with a shrug. "Pride? Arrogance? Fear? Any number of reasons. You live different lives, far away from each other. You obviously didn't think it would work out or maybe you would've just called him instead of forcing me to play match maker." "How do you know all this?" Heero asked, genuinely curious. There was an amused glint to Quatre's eyes. "I get paid to know this. Why do you think I'm the most sought after consultant in the colonies?" Heero shook his head. "What do I do?" Quatre offered him a sympathetic smile. "I don't know. But I do know he's going to be in the Optimum Grand tomorrow night. Penthouse suite on the top floor." He winked and Heero's heart was pounding again, overwhelmed by the thought of getting to see him again. Getting to hold him again. Getting to touch and feel and caress him again. Getting to make love to him again. Fuck Wufei. He would get there even if he had to steal a shuttle and pilot it himself. tbc... ~ * ~ |
