"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 Two: After the Ball is Over


The only man that deserves you is the man that thinks he doesn't!


Six the next day, I was at the Block, the ultimate hang out for teenagers and college students. I had called Trowa earlier, as soon as I was done with rehearsal. I could tell by his voice that he hadn’t expected me to call and was overjoyed that I had. How many times had this guy been burned? Geez. Were people blind or just insane?

Scratch that, I know the answer.

I told him to meet me in front of Borders. Most of the crowd was focused elsewhere at The Block, so it should be fairly easy to spot me. And he would need help on that since I was abominably short. I hate being short.

“Quatre!”

My head snapped up to see him walking toward me. Oh yum, sex on two legs coming right at me. That’s right, come to papa…I really, really have to get my mind out of the gutter. If I don’t, Trowa’s going to drop me as a lost cause. “Hey. Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” he admitted easily. He was in all black, and looked edible enough to devour as an appetizer. “Chinese sound good?”

“Perfect,” I answered with a smile. I frankly didn’t care, as long as it was food. Wufei, my dance teacher, was an absolute demon during rehearsals. He went right through lunch like it wasn’t an important meal of the day.

We moseyed over to the other side of the plaza to a Chinese restaurant, made our order, then sat at one of the high tables. I had to hop up to make it, which Trowa found funny. I glared at him. “Unless you’re going to give me three inches, you can stop laughing.”

He kept laughing. “If I knew how, I would. Did your friend call Heero?”

“Yes.” Almost before rehearsal had finished, actually. “Why?”

“I barely saw him before coming over here,” he returned with a shrug. “He didn’t give any details, just that he had a date. I figured it was going to be quite the date since he was wearing something besides his tank top.”

“Ah. Well, Duo was nearly beside himself. Your friend Heero has made quite an impression.”

“So did Duo,” was the soft reply. “So did you.”

I really like this guy. Hormones don’t have anything to do with that opinion, either. Okay, it did have an influence, but it wasn’t a *substantial* influence…I think I’ll shut up now. “That goes both ways, Trowa. You’re the first person to ever pull me *off* a dance floor to have a conversation with me.”

His eyes softened and damn near glowed as they looked at me. “Their loss.”

Oh yeah, I was really beginning to like this guy. I could picture a happily-ever-after kind of ending with him. With lots of hot sex, of course. “So which university do you go to?”

“Chapman.”

My floor crashed into the table top. “You’re kidding.”

A slow rather incredulous smile spread over his face. “You too?”

“Yeah. Business major, dance minor. Why haven’t I seen you before?”

“Uh, I’m in a completely different major. History, music minor.” He started to shake his head. “Small world, huh?”

“Yeah. This is unreal. So is Heero the same major?”

“Um, actually he’s a computer major. He wanted to start at a local college, and he’s yet to find a different one to go to. He’s probably just going to finish up here.”

“You guys have been friends a long time,” I observed. Yes! Duo would stand a good chance at having a steady boyfriend. If, of course, Heero didn’t screw it up.

“Six years or so. You and Duo are the same way, aren’t you?”

“Ten years or so,” I admitted with a laugh. “We were practically next door neighbors for years.”

Our food arrived, so we started to dig in. The conversation suffered from this because my mouth was too full to say anything without being completely gross. When I had consumed everything on the plate (I managed to stop myself before eating the plate too) I looked up to see Trowa studying me in puzzlement. “What?”

“I’m just trying to figure out where you put it all. You aren’t that big.”

“I skipped lunch,” I grossed at him. Inwardly I was delighted that he was comfortable enough with me that he would tease.

“It’s Saturday,” he pointed out. “No college student ignores lunch on a Saturday.”

“They do if they have an evil dance teacher who believes food is for weaklings. It’s why we had to leave early last night. Duo and I had a rehearsal today.”

“Ah. In town or out of town performance?”

“In. Fall Festival.”

He perked up slightly. “Down in Irvine, right?”

I was surprised he actually knew about it. “That’s right.”

“Heh. I’m playing down there for the Festival too. Maybe we should go down together.”

“It’s okay by me. People always try to run over me on a freeway.” He had said he was a music minor, so… “What do play?”

“A little of everything,” he confessed with a slight blush. “Piano mostly, but sax and flute and trumpet too.”

“You’re as bad as I am. Only I’m violin instead of sax.”

“Then why aren’t you a music minor? Or major for that matter.”

“Not practical,” I said with a resigned sigh. “I have a business to take over once I’m done with school so I have to know how to manage it. And I simply don’t have the time to do a minor in dance and music both. I still play and keep up my skill level, but it’s something that I’ll have to focus on later.”

One of the waiters gave us a pointed look. The place was getting more and more crowded, and he obviously wanted us to move if we weren’t eating. So we popped up and headed out.

“We should jam sometime, just for the fun of it.” I looked up to see how this would be taken.

“That does sound like fun.” Trowa winked at me. “But no audience.”

I started blushing. Okay, so maybe he wanted to play me a little too. I can live with that. We wandered in and out of stores, spending quite a bit of time, okay a LOT of time in Borders. I was kinda embarrassed to head over to one of my favorite sections of the store (manga) but I figured that if I were to really stand a chance with this guy I had to be honest. To my surprise he followed me in and picked up Fullmetal Alchemist.

“You like anime?” I ventured.

“Love it.” He turned a grin on me. “Actually, ‘obsessed’ might be a better word.”

“Favorite series,” I challenged.

There was this mock-pained _expression on his face. “I have to *choose*?”

I laughed, and delighted in the way he smiled at me. “Okay, top five.”

“Hm. Gundam Wing—”

“Love that one,” I approved.

“Fruits Basket.”

I quirked a brow at him in cluelessness. “Fruits Basket?”

“You’ve never heard of Fruits Basket?!” There was honest shock on his face. “I mean, technically it is Shojo, but I’ve never met anyone that didn’t love it . It’s fairly popular.”

I spread my hands helplessly. “I get most of my anime from Duo, and he’s more of a mecha person.”

“Ah. Never mind, I’ll corrupt you later.”

Oh I certainly hope so. Gah, I’ve got to get my head out of the gutter! Down, Q Jr. that wasn’t to your address. “And..?”

“Hm. Fullmetal Panic, Inuyasha and then it’s a toss up between Spiral and Trigun.”

“Your taste is really similar to mine. Maybe I should let you corrupt me. It’s bound to be entertaining.”

His eyes went smoky, voice husky. “Just say when.”

NOW! My libido started whimpering when I realized I was in a very public store and couldn’t jump him. Dammit, talk about rotten timing! And why were we talking with innuendos? I can’t have a hard on here, people will notice!

I think he sensed what was going on in my head, because he backed off. “I found what I want, you ready to head out?”

“Sure.” A little annoying voice was singing Cinderella’s song about finding her prince from Roger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. I’m going to kill Iria for making me watch that so often growing up. Here I am, with this epitome of fuckableness walking next to me, and I have a stupid song stuck in my head! ARGH! But the song was right. Trowa was an angel, and I was incredibly lucky to have met him.

We paid for our manga and walked out. It was getting colder now, probably around sixty degrees or so. The place was really packed and I had to stick close to Trowa or get trampled. I half hoped that he would take my hand, but he didn’t. I rather respected that. I’ve had guys—and girls—try to put the moves on me without saying anything to me. I hate that kind of assumption, it makes me feel like they’re after my body and don’t care about the person.

When we were in a relatively empty area again I looked up at him. “Trowa, do me a favor.”

Puzzled, he nodded. “Alright.”

“Tell me a vice of yours.”

“Vice?”

This was going to be really lame, but I was starting to fall for the guy and I wanted to halt that if at all possible until I knew him a *little* better. “Yeah, a vice. Cause what I’m seeing right now is damn near irresistible. You’re hot, you’re intelligent, apparently single since you’re on a date with me, and sensitive enough that you’re not acting like a jerk. It’s too perfect, you have to have a down side somewhere. So what is it? Are you a kitten serial killer or something?”

He pulled me off to the side, out of the flow of traffic and looked at me for the longest time. That soft smile came back onto his face, which made it difficult for my heart to keep a steady beat for some reason. “Well, I like to drink orange juice after I brush my teeth.”

My face scrunched up. “Eww. Okay, so you don’t have taste buds.”

“Oh it tastes weird,” he admitted with a grin, “but it helps wake me up too. I’m not much for coffee or tea. I prefer to be alert naturally, without the caffeine kick.”

“You’re still a nut job if you do it voluntarily.”

He shrugged. “So? At least I’m entertaining.” Subtly he shifted along the wall so that he was standing closer to me. “And you? I’m not the only one having problems believing that you’re real and not a figment of my imagination.”

Oh god, any god or saint or angel, whatever, save me now. If he felt the same way about me that I feel about him, we’re not going to make it to the car before I try to get him out of those very nice and tight jeans he’s wearing. Taking a shaky breath I managed, “Well, I’m something of a clothes horse. I have no compunction about borrowing other people’s stuff.”

“Warning taken,” he breathed. “Quatre…” Trowa was serious now, dark green eyes completely focused on me. “Last night, I felt that you wanted more from me. Was I right?”

“I did,” I confirmed softly. “I do.”

He finally closed in the remaining distance, brushing my jawline with a thumb. He was so close I could practically taste him. “Two questions.”

I’ve been breathing for over twenty years now without problems, until tonight. Trowa’s proximity was making it rather challenging. “Shoot.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Kind of. Phil. Well, no, to be technical about it Phil and I had never really gone on an official date (I did not count going on a walk around the block as a date) and he hadn’t made a move. I hadn’t made one either, really, so that meant there was nothing official between us. So screw Phil. Erk, no. Screw Trowa. THAT was a much better plan. “No.”

“And two, do you mind having a slightly possessive boyfriend?”

I wasn’t going to smile in delight at that question. I have better control over my face that that. “Are you going to be a slightly possessive boyfriend?”

“Usually I’m not,” Trowa murmured. “But you—you’re a keeper. I’m not going to lose you through negligence.”

HA! FINALLY! A man that had guts enough to see what he wanted, take it, and then hold on to it with every fiber of his being. I was thrilled, I was ecstatic, I was damn near floating on clouds. I didn’t think they made men like this anymore! They sure do seem to break the damn moulds for men like Trowa quickly enough once one is made. He had *no* idea how glad I was to hear that. “If you get too possessive and jealous, I’ll hit you upside the head,” I promised softly. “Then we can make-up for it with some steamy sex.”

“Good plan,” Trowa approved over my mouth.

Then he kissed me, soft and sweet and very *very* thoroughly. Murmuring with inarticulate delight I wrapped both arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. His hands molded my ass, pressing me up and into him. Those hands were the only thing that kept me on my feet. Trowa can kiss like a wet dream, my knees were beginning to shake under me in reaction as my world went topsy turvy.

When he finally let me up, I was panting for breath and rather upset that he had stopped. I had been aching for well over twenty-four hours to kiss him, and when I finally did get him to kiss me, it ached when he stopped.

“One more question,” he murmured, hands still moving up and down my sides. “When was the last time you were tested?”

Tested? Oh, he means…aw crap. My eyes trained in on his neck and a blush took over my face. “Um…I’ve never done anything like that so I…don’t bother.”

He caught my chin with one hand and tilted my face back up, mouth settling over mine so that he could devour me with hot enthusiasm. It was hot and slick and wet—certain parts of me woke up and started demanding attention. I thought the first kiss was incredible, this…I couldn’t even find an adequate word for it. Oh wait, maybe I could. MELTDOWN!

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that,” he growled in complete male satisfaction.

Breathe, Quatre. In order for you to live long enough to get this man in bed, you have to BREATHE. “And you?”

“Last Monday. Negative.”

Well, at least one of us will know what the hell we’re doing once I can get us somewhere with a bed, a lock on the door, and a tube of lube handy. Clothing was optional.

My cellphone rang.

I glared at my coat pocket, where the infernal contraption was lurking. Have you ever tried to ignore a phone while it was ringing? It’s one of the most annoying things on earth. Vowing to myself that I would shut the bloody thing down as soon as I talked to whoever it was stupid enough to call me, I pulled it out and flipped it open. “What?”

Okay, that was a very irritated tone of voice.

Screw it, I AM irritated. This jerk had just interrupted a very interesting moment, and what promised to be a fantastic make-out session. I was Not Happy.

//Quatre, where are you?//

Oh, it would just *have* to be Phil. Cripes why did he have to call now? Not that I wouldn’t have to explain about Phil eventually… Gritting my teeth I snapped back, “The Block. Why?”

//What are you doing there? Never mind, doesn’t matter. I’m bored. Come over.//

Trowa was eyeing me in puzzlement, then the phone. I shrugged back helplessly even as I answered. “Phil, I am not your personal entertainment center. I’m at The Block, with someone else. I cannot drop everything I am doing to pant at your feet.”

//…with someone else? Who?//

It doesn’t matter who! Okay, actually it does. “With my boyfriend, Phil.”

//You don’t have a boyfriend!//

“Actually, I do.” And he’s leagues hotter than you are, and more intelligent, and he doesn’t eat his boogers in public. Duo was right, why on earth did I ever get tangled up with someone like Phil? I need my head checked, I must have a tendency for delusional periods or something.

Trowa gestured for me to give him the phone. Since Phil was ranting, I happily surrendered it. “It’s Phil, right? Yeah, I really am his boyfriend. No, I’m not just saying that. Are you crazy? Anyone that doesn’t want to be Quatre’s boyfriend is either dead or dickless. Look, you’re kind of interrupting a date, okay? Quatre can talk to you later.” Trowa clicked the phone shut and handed it back to me. “Why is Phil calling you?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” I sighed. I flipped the phone back open and turned it off. Bad phone. I’d have to punish it later. “Phil is one of those people that comes off as a little socially inept, but nice enough. I figured I’d help him out, teach him how to dance and behave in public, maybe get a good friend out of the deal, you know? But it’s turned all wrong with him. He thinks I have the hots for him and acts like we’re a couple.” A headache was coming on. I reached up to rub at my temples. “I should have listened to Duo. He warned me that Phil would be nothing but a pain in the butt.”

Trowa caught me around the waist and pressed his lips to my temple. Mmm. He feels so nice and warm and that cologne of his is stirring up the juices. Happy that he wasn’t upset about the Idiot Known As Phil, I leaned into him.

“No problem. As long as he’s a known irritant, then I can threaten him within an inch of his life and he’ll leave you alone.”

“Threats from you would work,” I conceded while snuggling in further. “You’re nice and intimidating.”

“Quatre, I think that’s an oxymoron.”

“No it isn’t. You’re nice to me, and you are intimidating to the losers in the world that don’t have the backbone to stand up to you.”

He snorted, but didn’t contradict me. “Let’s wander some more.”

“Okay.”

We walked some more, my arm around his waist and his around my shoulders. I wished I had a clock that could stop time. Everything was perfect at that hour, and I didn’t want reality intruding any more.

+

When I got back at two in the morning, Duo was up still.

And so was Heero.

They were all wrapped around each other on the couch in our miniscule living room, talking in Tongues. I really didn’t want to interrupt them, but I was dead tired and wanted to drop into my bed. I had an all-day date with Trowa set up tomorrow at his apartment, and I really wanted to be awake for it.

Duo looked up as the door shut behind me, flashing me a thousand watt grin. “Hey, Q. You’re glowing, man, and its past two in the morning. I take it that Trowa Long-legs is more than just pecs and incredible thighs?”

Duo, you have such a way of putting things. “Yup. He’s also intelligent, well-mannered, and kind. His sexiness is just icing on the cake.” I winked at Heero. “You’ve got good taste in friends.”

Heero smiled back at me, although it was a little shy. Oh-ho! No wonder Duo liked him. He’d always had a thing for sexy nerds, and Heero is definitely in that category. “I suppose I should go now, if you’re going to come with me tomorrow.”

Go? They were going somewhere?

“Yeah.” Duo leaned in to kiss him softly once, twice. “I do need my beauty sleep.”

I watched as Duo and Heero went out the door, then looked at the clock. I gave him twenty minutes before Heero could pry himself loose. I went ahead and changed into pajamas, made a rather urgent visit to Mr. Bathroom, then clambered up on my bed.

Twenty-three minutes later, Duo staggered back in and collapsed on his bed. “Dude, this is incredible. *He’s* incredible! I felt smarter just talking to him, you know? And he never pushes it if I’m not comfortable with something. He actually officially asked me to be his boyfriend. I didn’t think people did that anymore.” That energetic body wriggled around until his chin was propped on his hands. “So, tell me! Is Heero’s friend anything like him? You said he was ultimately cool.”

“Yeah.” I just know my smile went dreamy, but I couldn’t help it. “Trowa treated me…as if I weren’t for granted. I’ve never been looked at like that before. He thinks I’m incredible, and I feel incredible just because of him. He—” I grinned at Duo “—he asked me to be his boyfriend too.”

“I cannot believe this, can you? I mean, two days ago we were all depressed because we couldn’t find anyone worth looking at twice, and then we just suddenly land two great boyfriends. I had ‘Ro pinch me to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

I ran the evening back through my head…unfortunately, that means I remembered Phil. Groaning I thumped backwards onto my pillow. “Phil called me earlier.”

Duo cracked open an eye. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was.”

“And? How did Trowa react?”

“He asked for the phone, then told Phil to go away because he was interrupting our date. Phil completely freaked when I told him I was with my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Duo snorted in disgust. “Quatre, I seriously hope things go at that. Phil strikes me as a jealous idiot. He might try to get you back or something.”

“Get me back?” I repeated incredulously. “We were never together to begin with! All he ever did was demand my time and attention!”

“That’s not how he’s going to view it,” Duo pointed out.

“…you’re right. Well, Trowa told me that he’d threaten Phil within an inch of his life if he became a nuisance.”

“Get him to do it anyway. Preventive maintenance.”

“Not a bad idea,” I admitted with a yawn. “Oh man, I really need sleep.”

“So do I. I have to play with Heero tomorrow.”

“I have to play with Trowa.”

We grinned at each other as we hit the lamps near our bed. My thoughts right before I went to sleep was spent wondering just how many positions I could put Trowa in, considering how flexible he was…


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