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"…Till The Cows Come Home"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Um…they aren’t mine, but
if they’re yours, I’m perfectly willing to share. *beam* Rating: Nc-15 Pairings: 3x4, 1x2 Warnings: AU, language, yaoiness, a hentai-minded
Duo Spoilers: Ha! You wish. Author’s Notes: Okay, this is the side fic to Dance All Night. While driving to Utah (always a dangerous thing for me to do) I was thinking about the fic, and Duo popped up and informed me that I needed to write his version of the story as well. Joy. SO, here we are. Enjoy! *emphasized* //phone//
"…Till The Cows Come Home " Part One: I Want Somma Dat
Right in front of one of the premier dance clubs of LA, in full sight of everyone, he just ate his bugger. That is SO sick. I looked at Quatre, who was looking at me while looking at Phil-the-bugger-wonder in disgust. “Q, why are you wasting time on this guy?” He sighed, for all the world looking as if he was wondering the same thing. “Because he’s not a bad guy, just a little socially inept.” “He just ate his bugger.” “…really socially inept. And he’s gay. And available.” I cannot believe what I’m hearing. Quatre is one of those guys that you dream about having as your boyfriend. He should *not* be settling for something as skuzzy as Phil. “Dude, the only thing that would put up with Righteous Phil over here is a hooker that pays by the hour. Maybe. If you paid her enough. If it comes down to you being desperate for a good lay, I’ll do you before I let *him* near your ass.” The expression on his face was very startled. I didn’t shake him like I wanted to, but it was a close thing. Sure, we’d never been lovers or anything like that, even though I wasn’t blind—I knew exactly how hot Q-bean was. There just wasn’t any chemistry between us. But there wasn’t any chemistry between Bugger Phil and my best friend, either. And there was no way this side of hell that I would let Phil touch Quatre like that. The line moved, so we moved with it. In no time we were stamped, had those paper bracelets on that showed we were legally allowed to get smashed, and then wandered around until we found the coat closet. The guy taking the coats was a riot. I liked him much better than Phil. Then we wandered around for an hour until things warmed up, just getting a layout of the place. I will confess to climbing up in one of the cages and putting on a bit of a show, though. I’ve always had a secret fantasy of being a dancer in one of those things and driving a bunch of guys absolutely wild until they pulled me down and gave my ass some serious action. Okay, so I’m extremely horny. And what’s wrong with being horny, I want to know. The music finally started, the girls climbed up in the cages and started dancing, and a smile of pure evil stretched over my face. Yeah. The beat was solid, the place packed with bodies, and I was in something so alluring that any guy with eyeballs would be checking me out. With any luck at all, one of them with enough guts would approach and I would finally get a little physical attention. Quatre was in the process of trying to teach Wonderless Phil how to dance. I was not in the least surprised to see that Phil had no sense of rhythm. Q-ball’s really too nice for his own good sometimes. After about a half hour of this, Phil finally staggered off to the bar. He looked like he had just run a marathon. Good, maybe with him out of the way something worthwhile would come along. If I was really lucky, maybe it would be a match set of something. Losing myself in the beat, I rotated hips, used my braid as a sort of lure while dancing, and generally had a good time. Then I noticed that Quatre was looking behind him, absently still moving to the beat. So I tilted my head to see around him. Ohhhh…YEAH. Pass that over! One of them was tall, hair falling over his face and so hot that I could see steam coming off of him. His eyes were completely glued to my best friend, too. Well, well, well. It looks like my little blond friend had finally gotten a little lucky. There was someone standing next to Mr. Legs, and he was…staring at my ass. Should I turn to give him a better look…? He had penetrating blue eyes (fuck me, great eyes!) messy brown hair that had probably never seen a real brush, and this tight wiry build. He looked like a geek. He was also hotter than a pair of newlyweds during July. I LOVE sexy geeks. Legs was looking at the two of us and doing this little pantomime thing that said ‘can we dance with you?’ Quatre was looking at me like ‘if you don’t say yes, I’m slapping you into next year’. What, is he kidding? I want somma dat! My head was nodding a yes without even checking with my brain. Sexy Geek came right up behind me and slid an arm around my waist. He was plastered against my back, all rippling muscle and pheromones. I swear to God that I started purring. It just felt sooooo good to be wrapped up in a guy that hot. And he was really good at dancing, too. I started to move with him, rubbing up against him and enjoying the friction. He turned me after a song was over, brushing a kiss over my temple as he did it. …okay. Never had anyone do that before. Actually, the way he touched me wasn’t all transitory lust either. It was more along the lines that he liked what he saw…and he wanted the whole package. I could deal with that. “I’m Heero.” Mmm. Really nice, deep voice. Love it. “Duo.” He leant his head backwards, gesturing toward Quatre. “Good friend?” I nodded. “Best friend.” I had been checking up on Quatre off and on as we danced, afraid of losing him in the crowd. I guess Heero had noticed. Besides, if Legs wasn’t treating him right, I wanted to punch him first. It was my job as a Best Friend. Doesn’t look like I had to worry about it though. Quatre was plastered to the guy, and beaming like he had just discovered Never Never Land. Heero gave me this little considering look, then turned us until I could look easily over his shoulder and see Quatre. “Better?” Oh wow. Can I keep this guy? Please? I mean, I was totally interested just because of his level of hotness, but he just proved that he so much more than a hot bod. He’s intelligent and sensitive too. I wrapped both arms around his neck and nuzzled a little against his nose. “Yeah. Much better.” So, soooo much better. Heero stopped, turning back to his friend and Q. Legs gestured toward the back, and my dance partner nodded as if he understood exactly what the guy meant. Then Legs turned to me. “Thirsty?” It was more like I read his lips than really heard what he said. I grinned at him, feeling my taste buds salivate at the thought of cool water. “Parched, man.” Heero’s hand was splayed over my ass, and just to let him know that I liked his hand there, I kept an arm around his shoulders. Quat was giving me a thoughtful look, so I beamed at him, silently saying ‘yeah, I like his hand where it is and I really wish I could do more but we’re in the middle of a dance floor and I’m kinda limited by that’. Or something along those lines. So we ambled towards the back of the room, out a side door and into another dance area. I wrapped a hand around Heero’s so I didn’t lose him in the crowd, and he gave me this pleased little smile. I really love sexy geeks, especially shy sexy geeks. “Is there a bar out here?” I thought there was just from our rambling earlier before the evening started, but I wasn’t sure. “Yes. It’s usually not as crowded.” “So you come here often?” “A few times,” he admitted over the music. He shrugged slightly, smile twisting into wry lines. “A friend of mine drags me here whenever she doesn’t have a date.” “Oh, one of those things. Cool. I did the same thing with Q, after all.” “Q?” By that time we had reached the bar and Quatre was half turned to watch us. It was interesting to note how close he stood to Trowa, and how the tall brunette kept a hand lightly on one hip. Usually Q hated such casual possessiveness. It spoke volumes that he was letting the guy touch him like that. “…how about a more formal introduction? I’m Quatre and this is Duo,” I grinned, all out pleased by the progress Quat was making, and delighted that Heero was keeping an arm around my waist, “my best friend.” Trowa nodded to me, then to my personal dance toy. “Heero. I’m Trowa.” Weird, we all have really screwed up names. Not a Joe or Bob among us. It’s gotta be karma having a bit of fun or something. “Are you college students?” Heero’s voice rumbled against my ear. Have I mentioned I love his voice? He should be a radio host or something. Or one of those people that does phone sex, he’d be great at that. That gravelly voice was certainly turning me on. “Yup,” I answered cheerfully. “You?” “Same,” Heero replied quietly. “Out for a night of fun?” Quatre inquired of his newly minted date. “We’re trying to forget about the horrors of finals,” Trowa admitted easily. Quatre started laughing. “So are we! Besides, it was like being caged in at the apartment.” “Totally,” I agreed fervently. “I was getting a serious case of cabin fever.” I had hoped to escape Phil as well, since he seemed to have developed the habit of living in our apartment whenever Quatre was around, but it looks like I can’t have everything…speaking of Phil, I hadn’t seen him in a while. Darn the luck. I chalked up Phil’s absence as a piece of well-used karma and turned to the bartender to get my bottle of water. Heero’s level of hotness went up in my opinion when he ordered a water too. Drinking has never been a turn on to me. I was glad to see that he had the good sense to avoid it as well. Quatre swallowed at least half the bottle in the first fifteen seconds of holding the bottle. “Phew, that was what I needed.” “Let’s stay out here,” Heero stated quietly. “Its cooler, and I like the music better.” It *did* have a better beat. Quatre nodded in agreement. “Sounds good to me.” I led Heero straight to the speakers. I love dancing in front of speakers. You can feel the beat of the music like a live pulse, throbbing right there in your chest. It feels great. Turning, I twined myself around him. It was hot in the press of bodies, and loud, but in my head it was almost silent. All I could really focus on was him—his breathing, his scent, the way his eyes tracked my every movement and the way he smiled as he pulled me closer. He’s just so gosh darn cute! Being that sexy deserved a reward. I tilted my head up and kissed him softly on the lips. Those big baby blues blinked at me in surprise, then lifted in delight. Just as slowly he leaned forward and kissed me back. Then he pulled away. WHY?! I want some sugar, dangit! I was about ready to pull him to the floor—might get stepped on, bad move Maxwell, okay the stage then there’s lots of room there I can just kick off the dj—and peel off a pair of leathers when I looked up into his eyes. Never, in all my twenty-one years, had anyone looked at me the way he was looking at me. There was just such wonder on his face—as if I had just sprouted wings or something. As if I was the best thing he had ever seen, and he couldn’t quite believe that I was there in front of him. Whoa, wait, I’m not the one that is unbelievable. He’s the one that’s too good to be true! It’s funny how little sounds can penetrate during loud music—the sound of an alarm going off, for instance. My head whipped around to stare at Quatre, eyes narrowing as I saw him tilt his watch to look at it. Oh no! I am so NOT going home at this point! Quatre shrugged back helplessly and very unhappily. My anger at him dissipated—hell, he had just found the guy of his dreams too. It wasn’t his fault we had a rehearsal the next day and needed to get some decent sleep. “Duo?” I tugged him away from the speakers and into the middle of the courtyard so I could actually explain the situation. “Q and I have a rehearsal tomorrow. We gotta leave now to get some decent sleep.” The light faded in his eyes. It was the stroke of midnight, and the ball was over, taking all of its magic with it. We went to the coat room where Quatre showed off his flexibility by lifting his foot for the guy. I retrieved my cellphone from his pocket. Dammit, I couldn’t let it end here! I turned to look at Heero, flipping the phone open with my thumb. “How good are you at memorizing numbers?” The light turned back on, but this time it made his whole face glow. What, did he think I was just interested in rubbing up against a hot body? Well, granted, that was part of it… He shook his head. “Let me give you mine.” Hey, that works. I handed it over to him and let him type it in. He snapped it shut before handing it back to me. “Call me.” I wrapped both arms around his neck and nibbled a little on his bottom lip. He’s got the tastiest mouth…mm~hm. “You bet. ‘Night, sexy.” It was hard, but I managed to pull myself away (okay, so I darted back to kiss him again, but that doesn’t really count) and out the door. Quatre was nearly bouncing out the door. Then we saw Phil. I almost felt sorry for the guy in that instant. There he sat in all of his sad glory—rumpled clothes that never color coordinated in the first place, disgruntled look on his puppy face, shivering outside one of the premier dance clubs in LA. The picture he made just perfectly illustrated his whole personality in that moment. “Phil, what are you doing out here?” Quatre asked in confusion. He looked up at the blond with a glare. “Well, I couldn’t find you in there. And people kept stepping on me when I tried to look.” Yup, a very well used bit of karma. Quatre, naturally, felt sorry for the guy and apologized. Have I ever mentioned he’s too kind? “Sorry. Let’s go home, okay?” He grouched his way up and followed. Quatre looked over at me and smiled. “So, how did you like Heero?” “I’d like him a lot better if I could tie him to my bed with some chocolate syrup handy,” I responded immediately. “Damn that guy can move. And he never put his hands where they weren’t wanted, you know? I love that in a guy. He gave me his phone number, asking me to call him. Like there is any chance in hell that I *wouldn’t* call a stud muffin like that! Bring it on, Tiger!” “After rehearsal, Duo.” I negated the importance of that with an airy wave. “Rehearsal smerchal.” “Duo…” “I know, I know.” I gave him a smile that vibrated with hormones and excitement. “And you?” “We’re on the same wavelength,” he assured me. “Cool.” And it was so totally cool to look forward to tomorrow, knowing that there could be someone worth having in my future. It was about freakin’ time! ~*~*~*~
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