"Dance All Night"

Written By: Honor

Disclaimer: Um…they aren’t mine, but if they’re yours, I’m perfectly willing to share. *beam*

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: AU, language, lemon, yaoiness, hints of violence, a hentai-minded Quatre

Spoilers: Ha! You wish.

Pairings: 3x4, 1x2

Summary: Okay, this is actually based on experience. The club that the guys go to is really The Century Club, it’s really in LA, there really is a Chapman University in LA, and everything else I mention. The only thing not real about this is the guys themselves. Velvet and I talked about doing a fic based on our experience there, then she mentioned she was actually writing hers which got me thinking, so…it’s all her fault!

*emphasized* //phone//

"Dance All Night"

Part One: Lust at First Sight


“We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in the slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by an offer of a holiday at the sea….We are far too easily pleased.”
CS Lewis, A Mind Awake


Duo sighed for the umpteenth time, giving Phil an unhappy look. Actually, it was more like a disgusted look. Maybe even repulsed. And really, I couldn’t blame him entirely for that look. I had been doing the same, off and on, on the drive over here to the Century Club.

He leaned in closer so that tag-a-long Phil couldn’t hear him. “Q, why are you wasting time on this guy?”

I sighed, trying to remember myself. I had a list of reasons, I just had to fumble through my mental files before I could recall them. Oh yeah, they were “Because he’s not a bad guy, just a little socially inept.”

“He just ate his booger.”

“…really socially inept. And he’s gay. And available.”

“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.”

Man, Duo was really pissed. Never, as long as we’ve been friends—and we’d been best friends for nearly a decade—had he ever said that to me. Or even inferred it. Duo was hot, I wasn’t oblivious to that…there just wasn’t any chemistry between us. Heh. If Duo was this unhappy with Phil, maybe I should re-evaluate my level of desperation.

The line moved, and we moved with it. The Century Club was hosting a disaster relief for the night. There had been posters and fliers for it at Chapman, which is how Duo knew about it. And of course, he told me, and then coerced me into going with him. The whole clubbing thing required that I get leather pants and new shoes, and a shirt that was just a teensy bit suggestive—not so much the shirt itself, just how it was cut and how it moved with me. Duo, of course, already had an outfit that made him look like a wet dream breathed into life. He was in all black, pants molded to his skin and shirt practically pasted on.

Then there was Phil.

I was trying really hard not to focus on what Phil was wearing.

The guy at the door looked up, demanded to see our ID, then stamped us and put a bracelet on to show that we were twenty-one. Ha. Never had that happen before. We found the coat room with the second try (why did they put the sign for the room up so freakin’ high?) and I handed over my coat.

“You’re the second one,” the guy observed. We were a little early, I guess. He wasn’t much taller than me, nearly forty and with red hints to his hair. I liked him immediately, just for his easy humor. “Lift your foot up.”

I lifted it easily and sat it on the lower half of the door. He put a sticker in on the instep. “You a dancer?”

“Er, yeah.”

“Thought so. Okay, when you want it back, just have your friend here lift you up as they carry you out.”

I laughed. Yeah, I really did like this guy. “I don’t drink, but okay.”

“Good,” he replied with a hint of sobriety in his eyes. “It’s not something you should mess with. Have fun tonight, guys.”

“You bet.” Duo winked at him.

Phil was staring around in wonder. In the relative darkness of the club, I was relieved to see that his lack of color coordination didn’t show up too much. The bright green shirt didn’t clash with the strawberry blond hair nearly as badly as it did in proper lighting. He scooted closer to me as we walked, and I tried not to show how uncomfortable I was by that. What was wrong with me anyway? The guy was nice enough, and rather attractive in a lost-puppy sort of way. I would probably enjoy it some if he ever fucked me.

Is that really what I want?

No. I want something better than that.

But I’m still here with Phil.

Damn, I’m pathetic.

As we crossed the still relatively empty dance floor, Duo suddenly let out a whoop and climbed onto the stage. Before I could question what the hell he was doing, he had climbed onto one of the cages.

Phil was watching in shell shock as Duo skimmed his hands down his body, rotating on a half beat that only he could hear.

“Should I get a picture?” I called up to him, amused.

“Hey Q, I think I should do this for a living.”

“Don’t,” I advised him mock-somberly. “You’d get mugged as soon as you climbed down and fawned over by all the people you stirred up.”

Duo grinned back at me. “At least my ass would see some action that way.”

Hell, we were both horny and starved for some physical attention. I think the only reason we really wanted to come tonight was for some physical contact with the male sex. The Mervyns underwear advertisements weren’t cutting it anymore. I hadn’t dated for months, and hadn’t had a boyfriend in years. Duo was a little better than me, but his last boyfriend was a complete jerk and had scared him a little by pushing things way too far too fast. He was only now feeling comfortable about asking for a little cuddling again—if he could find someone willing to let him cuddle.

We wandered around for another hour or so, until things started heating up. It was nearly nine, now. The DJ came up to the booth at the top of the stage and started something fast and with a solid beat. Duo and I started moving with it.

Phil watched us, clueless.

Since I had invited him—give me a second, and I might actually remember WHY I had done such a stupid thing—I felt as if I had to at least try to teach him how to dance. So I slung an arm around his hips and told him to mirror my movements.

Phil has no sense of rhythm.

Why are we not surprised?

I kept trying anyway. He finally stopped, breathing hard. “Water. Where can you get water?”

I nodded to the bar behind us. It was terribly crowded already. “There.”

“Right.” He staggered off. Phil, alas, was not in very good shape. That probably translated as no stamina in bed. His not having a rhythmic bone in his body didn’t speak well for him either.

Duo shook his head at me, obviously reading my thoughts. Wouldn’t be the first time. I shrugged, and fell back into the music. A few minutes passed, then I caught sight of two guys standing off to the right.

Oh HELL yeah! Can I have that to go?

One of them was a little over six feet, brunette if the light wasn’t deceiving me, and a tight and very trim body. Why, WHY, did the guy have to be my type? I nearly whimpered at the unfairness of it. He was probably straight too, curse the luck.

The person standing next to him was up there on the hotty scale too—dark, messy hair, penetrating eyes and nearly my height. He was a short, compact build—slightly Asian by the look of it. And his eyes were completely glued to Duo’s ass. Oh-ho, see something you like Mr. Roberto?

I looked back to Long Legs Jones, startled to see that same interested gleam in his eyes that his friend had. Only it was pointed at *me*. No way. Nobody ever looked at me. They always looked at Duo first. He pointed to him and his friend, then at me, head cocked in question. It was obvious what he was asking over the beat of the music.

Can we dance with you?

I glanced towards Duo to see if he had caught the exchange. He nodded to them both brightly, gesturing them forward. Almost like clock work they moved toward us and separated. Mop-head went straight for Duo (not that I was surprised) and put an arm snug around his waist. Duo’s wink at me told me that this did not bother him in the *slightest*.

And Mr. Pour Syrup Over Me And Lick Me Clean came up behind me and put both hands at my hips. This caused two reactions. One, I had a solid mass of warmth at my back that made Q Jr. sit up and pay attention. Then there was Two—I have no idea what this guy wears as a cologne, but I’m buying stock in the company tomorrow. It turned my hormones level up from interested to can’t-I-fuck-him in about two seconds.

It was the first time I had really been honestly aroused in about three months, so I wasn’t about to squash it. It felt good to have that kind of reaction to an attractive guy. At least it proved I wasn’t sexually dead yet. I rubbed my hips up against him, head resting against his shoulder. He matched his movements with mine, tangling his fingers around my hands. The gesture was a sweet one. I’d never had someone do that to me before while dancing.

After a few rotations and a song, he turned me to face him, still keeping the rhythm. He leaned down next to my ear.

“I’m Trowa.”

Sexy voice, oh yeah. Focus, dufus. “Quatre.” Finally, someone with a name as messed up as mine.

A few beats, then he leaned down again. “He your boyfriend?”

It took a second for that sentence to actually make sense. Who, Phil? Well, not technically…where was Phil anyway? Not here, apparently. Thank God. Oh, he must mean Duo. “No. Best friend.”

“Cool.” Trowa’s hands slipped a little closer to my ass, brushing it lightly before coming back to my waist.

It feels SO damn good rubbing up against this guy.

I wrapped both arms around his neck, looking up into his eyes and grinning like an absolute loon. The music was too loud to say more than a word or two at a time—most of it would have been lost in the beat. The only way I could tell him how much I was enjoying this was by facial expressions.

He looked a little surprised at my obvious pleasure, then pleased in a male sort of way.

Two more songs, and I was enjoying myself so much that I had to remind myself to check on Duo every now and again. Not that Duo couldn’t take care of himself, but if I lost track of him in here I would never find him again. The floor was packed, and I knew from wandering around earlier that there was three dance floors altogether. If he dived into one of the others, I would never find him again.

Trowa spun me again, eyes going to his friend and Duo. Then he grinned. “You’re a good friend.”

“Afraid of losing him in here,” I confessed.

He nodded as if he perfectly understood.

After over an hour of dancing in a very heated room, I wanted something to drink. Badly. I looked wistfully at the bar, but had no intentions of going anywhere near that thing. I think Phil got trampled trying to approach that area. I would have, if I had tried it.

Trowa caught my look and stopped. He reached over and tugged at his friend’s sleeve, then pointed out back. Apparently the silent communication worked for them, for he nodded in understanding. Then Trowa turned to Duo. “Thirsty?”

“Parched, man,” Duo returned with a gleeful smile. I noticed that he still had an arm around his partner’s shoulders. And said partner’s hand was splayed over his ass.

In-ter-est-ing.

Trowa’s hand took mine—a very male, slightly callused hand that gave me very dirty visions of what he could do with such long fingers—and led me carefully out the side door. As soon as we were clear of that door, there was another beat of different music from the outside dance floor. But it was relatively quiet enough to actually hear what Trowa was saying.

“The bar out here isn’t as crowded, usually,” he told me over his shoulder as he led the way.

“Good. I didn’t want to get trampled.”

We met up at the outside bar, where a lone bartender was mixing drinks in a flurry of economical movements. Duo and I were at the bar itself, waiting to order. I couldn’t help but feel Trowa’s heat radiating in the cool night air, however.

I REALLY need to get laid. Preferably by Trowa. Before tonight ended.

Okay, that was probably pushing it. But definitely before tomorrow morning.

Erk. When did I become such a horny bastard?

Oh right, when I saw Trowa’s eyes scanning me from top to bottom and lighting up like he had discovered the next best thing since buttered bread.

As I stood there, I half-turned to talk to Trowa. Only he beat me to the punch. “I’m glad to get out of there. It was hard to really talk to you.”

No way. No freakin’ way. He was interested in more than my ass? There was no way that this guy was for real. No one this hot, this polite, this cool, was gay. Okay, he might be gay or bi, but there was no way that he was single. And if, by some incredible amount of luck, he *was* single, then he had a secret vice somewhere that ruined the whole package. Maybe he was a serial kitten killer or something. “Yeah, I know. How about a more formal introduction? I’m Quatre and this is Duo,” Duo grinned like a cat who had just consumed the last canary with a dish of cream to wash it down with, “my best friend.”

Trowa nodded to him, then to the guy standing next to him. “Heero. I’m Trowa.”

Heero’s vivid blue eyes were evident out here in the slightly brighter lighting. “Are you college students?”

“Yup,” Duo answered cheerfully. “You?”

“Same,” Heero replied in that rough bass of his. He had a pretty nice voice, I had to admit. I just kinda had a thing for Trowa’s…

“Out for a night of fun?” I asked Trowa. Damn bartender was busy, I know, but he hadn’t even glanced our direction yet. Ah well, leaves more time to talk to Trowa, right? I squashed my evil smile before it could show.

“We’re trying to forget about the horrors of finals,” Trowa admitted to me easily.

I started laughing. “So are we! Besides, it was like being caged in at the apartment.”

“Totally,” Duo agreed fervently. “I was getting a serious case of cabin fever.”

The bartender finally turned to us and fetched our water bottles. It was the only safe thing to really drink at a club, I don’t care what other people tell you. That way you know no one could have slipped anything into it, and you have a way of keeping hold of it safely until it’s consumed. I was delightedly surprised when Trowa and Heero also got water. Okay, they either aren’t much on drinking, or they knew better than to drink alcohol while dancing. I was kinda hoping it was the former. Drinking had never looked at all appealing to me.

I 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. “It’s cooler, and I like the music better.”

It *did* have a better beat. “Sounds good to me.”

Duo nodded, taking Heero’s hand to lead him toward the DJ. I followed along with a wince (why was Duo so fascinated about dancing right in front of the damn speakers?) with Trowa right behind me.

I have to admit, I lost track of time completely. Trowa was more flexible than I imagined possible, bending and twisting around me so that it was a challenge just to keep up with him. And damn was he strong! Several times when he dipped low, he supported my weight completely. And then he *stayed* there, holding that impossible position with me smack on top of him for several seconds.

Now this guy would be *incredible* in bed!

Ohmigod, I have seriously got to get laid. My mind was completely in the gutter. Trowa spun me around with an arm above my head so that we were facing each other after one of those infamous dips. I looked up with a smile on my lips.

And his hips brushed mine.

Oh…sweet…heaven…the erection under those tight black jeans was obvious. He was completely turned on by dancing with me. I had to strangle the urge to drag him into some dark corner somewhere and help him out with that little problem. Then maybe he could help me with mine…

His eyes were dark and stormy as they locked onto my face. The message was blatantly clear—he was attracted to me. Would I let him act on it?

Hm. Let me think.

OH HELL YEAH!

Anytime, sweet cakes, just let me find a nice dark corner and peel off these leathers, and you can have any piece of my ass that suits your fancy. Hopefully something right down the middle.

I have really got to get laid! Argh! Keeping my libido under control was becoming a serious issue. Hey, maybe if I asked, Trowa would be nice enough to do that for me…

For the first time that night I made a move on him. I ran both palms up his chest, grazing his nipples, up the sides of his neck and into the back of his hair. Which was sinfully smooth, by the way. I parted my lips, tongue flickering out to moisten them in a bald invitation.

Trowa’s eyes flashed in satisfaction, then his head lowered. I was ready for a down to the earth tussle with the tongues of his and mine truly, but to my surprise he just grazed his mouth over mine. Granted, I’d never had a kiss that soft and sweet before. It really turned me on. Well, on-er. Is that a word? Who cares. But he didn’t push it, just pressed more into me and started dancing a little more possessively than he had been.

Okay, I’m lost. He asked, I gave him the go-ahead, and then…what? He decided that bending me over and taking me in the middle of the dance floor was a bad move? Maybe he wasn’t an exhibitionist. I wasn’t either, really, but…okay, this was going to bug me until I figured out where he was coming from.

My watch alarm went off, buzzing against my wrist. I groaned, letting my head thump against Trowa’s chest. That meant it was one in the morning, and Duo and I had to leave. Dammit.

He ducked down a little to look at me. “Quatre?”

I tilted the watch so that he could see it, and shrugged ruefully. “We gotta go.”

He nodded very unhappily. Trowa signaled Heero, who was also very unhappy. Duo was looking at me like I had just sprouted horns, but I couldn’t help it! We had to get back and get some decent sleep for that stupid rehearsal tomorrow.

They followed us back to the coat room. I put my foot up for the coat man, who was nodding in approval for our new friends. When I begin to pull it on, Trowa helped me, then leaned forward. “You have a cellphone?”

“Uh, sure.”

He gestured for me to pull it out, so I did and handed it to him. He flipped it open and inputted something, then handed it back to me. “My phone number is now in there. Call me.”

I caught the hint of uncertainty in that. He wasn’t sure if I wanted to take this past tonight. If he had only been able to read my mind over the past three hours of dancing with him—on second thought, I’m just as glad he *couldn’t* read minds.

I tugged him by the nape of the neck down to my level and kissed him softly. Against his mouth I breathed, “You can count on that, Trowa.”

He returned that fleeting kiss, and for the first time that night I saw him smile.

I felt like bursting into song. Gratefully I strangled the urge before I managed to make an absolute idiot out of myself. Trowa’s smile can melt snow, butter, ice cream, and my knee caps. He went from hot to an open invitation for sex just by smiling. I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous as he was.

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I pulled away from him and walked out the door. As I cleared the front entrance, I saw someone huddled on a bench in the cool air, looking absolutely miserable.

Erk.

Oops.

I’d forgotten about Phil.

“Phil, what are you doing out here?”

He looked up at me with a glare. “Well, I couldn’t find you in there. And people kept stepping on me when I tried to look.”

Ehehehe…double oops. “Sorry. Let’s go home, okay?”

He grouched his way up and followed me. I glanced at Duo—his feet weren’t touching the ground, I swear—and swallowed a smile. “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,” Duo 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!”

Looks like I wasn’t the only one that got lucky tonight. “After rehearsal, Duo.”

“Rehearsal smerchal.”

“Duo…”

“I know, I know.” Duo gave me a smile that vibrated with hormones and excitement. “And you?”

“We’re on the same wavelength,” I assured him.

“Cool.”

Yeah, it was. And the fact that it was, finally, made it even cooler.

~*~*~*~

Honor: Shigeki, tell me the truth.
Shigeki: Um…okay?
Honor: The Evil Plot Bunny is related to Tribbles, isn’t it?
Shigeki: *swallows nervously* It certainly acts like that, doesn’t it?
Honor: *stalks away grumbling*

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