"Shades"

Written By: t-shirt

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. I make no money with this fic.

Rating: R

Warnings: AU/Romance, Angst, fluff, mild exhibitionism, mention of group sex (not between the boys), open affection between the boys (kissing and such)

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xOC’s

Summary: An encounter with a high class, exotic dancer shifts Hiiro’s perception of reality introducing him to a whole new world and the love of a lifetime.

"Shades"

 

Ch 1

Why?

For the past three days he’d been asking himself that question. Why had he accepted that invitation?

‘Hey, Hiiro,’ Akima called over his shoulder. For a thirty two year old programmer with a wife and three kids he had a mean backhand and an insatiable lust. All the man ever talked about was women and porn and porn and women. No one was safe from his propaganda. Not even the president’s secretary whom he’d convinced half the company was having a torrid affair with the old guy himself. There was no evidence to back his claims but people just seemed to want to believe it either out of sheer boredom or perhaps their own perverted needs.

‘The guys are all getting together for a wild night on the town,’ the dark hared man grinned peering over the top rim of his black frame glasses, a mischievous glint playing in his dark brown eyes as he asked ‘You wanna come along?’

‘Cut’em some slack,’ Barnes, a taller sandy hared man from the accounting department interjected tossing his towel into his locker. ‘You know he doesn’t get into this shit.’

‘Yeah,’ Tomaru agreed chidingly ‘What’s up with that anyway huh Hiiro? You got something against us?’

‘Maybe they won’t let him in,’ Akima chuckled. ‘You won’t actually be legal for another year right?’

‘Legal or not he’s still got your numbers beat,’ Barnes threw in reminding them all just how good Hiiro really was at his job. It was all he’d really ever cared about so it wasn’t really all that surprising he was one of the best in his field even if he was only seventeen.

‘Numbers don’t make the man,’ Akima grinned gripping his crotch firmly to emphasize what he considered the only right to manhood. ‘You ought’a come along,’ he grinned. ‘Maybe we can find someone that’ll put some hair on your chin,’ he chuckled. ‘I know a sweet little red head that can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. I’ll set ya up,’ he grinned.

‘Not everyone’s interested in balling that trash you hang out with,’ Barnes grumbled.

‘Gotta start somewhere,’ Akima grinned.

‘Who says he doesn’t already have a girl?’ Barnes argued.

‘Shit,’ Akima exclaimed. ‘Look at’im! Bet he aint never seen a real girl naked,’ he laughed.

‘I’ll go,’ Hiiro said bringing the debate to an end.

‘Well alright!’ Akima smiled happily. ‘We’ll pick ya up Saturday night about eight’.

Why?

He wondered once again staring at his reflection in the mirror. He had no desire to hang out with these guys nor did he find their chosen plan for the night appealing yet he’d agreed just the same. Maybe he was lonelier than he realized. He’d never been very good with emotional things having been thrust into the world of adults at an early age because of his accelerated abilities. He shook his head letting the memory of the odd way he’d felt when he’d uttered those idiotic words surface. The fact was he didn’t like the idea that Akima had been right. He didn’t have any `hair on his chin` so to speak. He’d never actually been with a woman. It wasn’t entirely his own fault. He knew that. He’d been some years younger than the women around him most of his life leaving him with few choices but now, after taking a job and living in the world he realized he’d missed a lot. He’d let his curiosity and the uneasiness of being the only virgin in the company get the better of him and now he was stuck.

He was contemplating a reasonable excuse to bow out when a loud horn honked outside his small apartments window. Even from the third floor he could tell his companions for the night were already sauced. The laughter and music seemed loud even from his little balcony. Having failed miserably to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t leave him feeling like a idiot he grabbed his favorite black leather jacket and headed down to join them.

‘Wooooo! Check’im out!’ Akima howled as he stepped out of the front doors. ‘The boy’s dressed for crusin! We’ll have them ears dry before the nights over!’ he promised loud enough to the entire block to hear. Hiiro paused wondering for a moment why he’d said it then realized the jacket probably made him look very different than the gray suit these guys were used to seeing him in. He didn’t have the heart to tell him he wore it everywhere, even the supermarket. ‘Hit it,’ Akima told Tomaru ‘Lets find some tits’n ass. I need a drink!’ he half shouted slamming his fist down on the dash board several times to vent his built up anxiety.

Hiiro soon found himself hip deep in decadence. The first place they went had a jungle theme right down to the tiger striped walls. All the girls were dressed as some type of animal with a matching name. Akima seemed to be pretty familiar with one particular zebra named Stripes that clung to him the entire time they were there. Both Akima and Tomaru managed to put away better than three drinks each and drop at least a hundred bucks in tips and lap dances in the first hour. It appeared Barnes was the designated driver on this trip as he’d ordered soda’s so far which made Hiiro feel a little better about the whole thing. At least they enough sense to do that. He’d lost a good deal of what little respect he had for Akima when he saw him take Stripes into a small room in the back. It was one thing to run off at the mouth, it was totally different to actually cheat on your spouse.

‘Hey, Kit,’ Akima called another of the scantily clad waitress/dancers over as he returned to their table with Strips tucked under one arm giggling more like a hyena than a zebra. ‘Bring us another round.’

‘Why don’t we blow this place and go see what’s happing at KoJoe’s?’ Tomaru suggested instead. Hiiro sighed silently. He’d half hoped this was the extent of their night but it was not to be. They drug him to four more clubs, each of which had a completely different ambiance. Hiiro was glad to see this last place at least had an air of elegance about it. The girls were all dressed differently in accordance to their own taste and the décor was more subdued. There was still the loud music and obnoxious guests shouting lewd obscenities, one of which just happened to be Akima, but for the most part the place had a bit more class than the others. Hiiro had managed to keep it down to one drink per club but he was still feeling the effects of the whisky. He’d also managed to keep himself from being dragged into one of those little rooms by Akima. At one point the man had taken him aside to explain things to him in a drunken murmur.

‘I’s not like ya gotta take’em all da way,’ he’d grinned. ‘Take Kadie there,’ he smiled waving flirtatiously at the aforementioned girl. ‘Twenty bucks and she’ll suck the hairs right off yer ass,’ he laughed. Hiiro had turned it down of course and narrowly evaded being forced into a lap dance before Akima got frustrated. ‘Geez man, it’s just a blow job. It ain’t like yer really doin’ it,’ he’d groused finally giving up. Hiiro figure out then that this is what he’d been doing with these girls behind those doors all night. The man actually believed if he didn’t have intercourse with them he wasn’t cheating. Such is the power of rationalization.

He was silently thanking Barnes for choosing this place. It was definitely much nicer than the places the others had picked. There were even smoke filters in the ceiling that kept the air breathable. The place was huge with three full bars. One on each end of the building and one right down the center. Several small stages lined the open walls and the center bar had a run way with full length poles that accommodated five dancers at a time. The biggest difference in this club was the fact that it appeared to bi-sexual. The stages near the entrance were occupied by the usual shapely women but the ones along the back wall were exclusively men. It shocked him a little to see how many well dressed women patronized the place as they took a table near the center bar. This was the first place they’d been to that one or another of the girls didn’t latch onto Akima the moment they arrived lending a tone of truth to the idea that this wasn’t one of his favorite haunts. It didn’t take him long to remedy that problem however as he had a girl on his knee before the first round of drinks was served.

‘Guess we’ve been takin’ him to the wrong kind’a clubs,’ Akima laughed nudging Tomaru in the arm to draw his attention away from the sleek blond dancer he’d been admiring. Hiiro turned his head blushing slightly as he realized he’d been gazing at one of the male dancers.

‘I didn’t know there was a place like this around here,’ he tried to explain his curiosity. The truth was he’d been captivated by the slender boy’s body swaying softly in time. The first part of the night had been filled with large breasts and tons of make up. He found this new development intriguing in some way.

‘Whatever floats yer’boat,’ Akima grinned. ‘A holes a hole. You just pick one ya like and it’s on me,’ he smiled pulling the giggling blond girl further into his lap.

‘That won’t be necessary,’ Hiiro replied evenly turning his gaze back towards the tawny form of the dancer. He seemed so young to be doing something like that. There were some very young girls as well but he couldn’t get over the idea that a boy like him, so striking with the angular lines of his face, a shock of auburn hair dancing over one of his emerald eyes as he moved would choose a life like that.

‘Good evening,’ someone spoke in a lightly commanding tone. Hiiro just about swallowed his tongue when he turned to find the best looking young blond boy he’d ever seen in his life standing beside their table dressed from head to toe in shimmering purple satin and smiling amiably. The girl in Akima’s lap just about broke her spine leaping off of him.

‘Master Quatre!’ she gasped nervously dropping her gaze to the floor.

‘What’s up?’ Akima asked trying to pull her back down again.

‘Forgive me,’ the boy offered. ‘But lap dances are reserved to the booths in the back,’ he informed us staring straight and steadily into the girls down cast face. ‘As I’m sure Felice was about to inform you,’ he added coolly.

‘Aw, she’s alright,’ Akima brushed it off reaching for her again but she refused to move. ‘Com’on, baby,’ he urged failing to move her once again.

‘I’m afraid it’s not permitted,’ the boy clarified.

‘Then maybe you’d like to take her place?’ Akima grinned looking the pale boy up and down as his face split in an evil grin. Hiiro felt his skin prickled when the blond boy mirrored the expression only on him it looked much, much more demonic.

‘It wont happen again,’ Filice suddenly burst out preempting whatever was about to transpire. ‘Come on, honey,’ she added. ‘We can go in the back huh?’

‘Yeah... sure, baby,’ Akima smiled as if he’d won some prize before allowing her to lead him away.

‘Sorry about that,’ Barnes sighed.

‘Please enjoy yourselves,’ the boy smiled casting a long glance over Hiiro before fading away.

‘Who in the hell was that?’ Tomaru asked watching him leave.

‘He owns this place,’ Barnes replied.

‘That guy?’ Tomaru gulped. ‘Damn... he’s just a kid!’ he exclaimed.

‘That kid owns half the state,’ Barnes informed them.

The conversation ended there when the lights suddenly went down signaling the next center ring performance. There was a small circular stage at the end of the center bar just a few feet from the table they’d picked where the main performances apparently took place. This one was a sultry rendition of a cowgirls walk along a dusty trail. The girl danced two numbers earning her quite a few tips from the crowd before the lights came back up and things settled down again. By the time the commotion was over the boy Hiiro had been watching earlier had been replaced by another, older man. Akima rejoined them a few minutes later looking flushed and happy with Felice hanging off one arm. The girl refused to sit in his lap again, however, pulling a chair up close beside him instead.

Hiiro didn’t see the tall, auburn hared boy again until after the next performance was under way. The boy had caught his eye when he was talking with their waitress at the bar. He felt something odd in his stomach when the green eyed boy turned his emerald gaze to him and smiled. The odd feeling grew when the boy took the drink tray from the girl and walked towards their table.

‘Looks like yer boy’s got something for ya!’ Akima chided making him blush again.

He had to admit he was beginning to think maybe the guy had a point. He had never felt much of anything for anyone in the way of desire before but looking at the striking young man walking toward them was definitely making him question his sexuality. The boy looked even better in clothes than he had out of them. The high necked, green tank brought out the color of his eyes showing off his shapely shoulders and slender build. Hiiro’s eyes fell once to where the low slung, dark brown pants rode just below the exposed navel noticing the emerald charm piercing that hung delicately from the pale flesh. None of he women he’d seen that night even came close to arousing him the way this boy was and he hadn’t even said hello to him yet.

‘Mind if I join you?’ the boy asked in a soft tone, the tiny smile playing on his lips touching Hiiro in a way that all of the bare flesh of the entire night couldn’t compare with as he nodded. He didn’t dare answer for fear his voice might crack. It was a bit much to cope with realizing he was so totally gay it wasn’t even funny in the span of half an hour.

‘I’m Trowa,’ the boy smiled divvying up the drinks.

‘Be sweet to my friend there, baby face,’ Akima grinned. ‘It’s his first time!’ he laughed clapping Tomaru on the shoulder as he joined in the joke.

‘I find that hard to believe,’ Trowa smiled. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Hiiro.’

‘Tell ya what,’ Akima chuckled leaning forward on the table to speak covertly with the green eyed boy. ‘You take him out back and turn him into a real man I’ll make sure this is your best night all month,’ he grinned.

‘That would not only be illegal,’ the blond boy from earlier said smoothly walking up behind Trowa and laying both his hands on his shoulders, ‘but unwise,’ he added as the taller boy bent his head back to accept the kiss the blond offered him. Hiiro’s throat went dry just looking at them. Trowa’s long neck arched back, his jaw moving gently as the blond boy explored the recesses of his mouth. Oh yeah, from the sudden tightness in his jeans there was no doubt he was defiantly gay. Very gay. Enormously homosexual.

‘You keep’em all for yourself?’ Akima groused sarcastically.

‘What makes you think he’s keeping me?’ Trowa asked leveling his emerald gaze on the man.

‘Forgive me,’ the blond smiled turning his attention to Hiiro. ‘I’m afraid I tend to be a bit irrational where Trowa’s concerned,’ he said sliding his hands around the boy’s neck and down his chest.

‘Not at all,’ Hiiro choked doing his best to avert his eyes.

‘I hope I didn’t mislead you,’ the taller boy smiled. ‘But I wanted to meet you and find out if you have any inclination to work here with us,’ he explained.

Hiiro’s face went stark white. Him? Dance? Here? Naked?!?! ‘No,’ he answered firmly. ‘I just came along,’ he explained.

‘Pity,’ Quatre sighed producing a card from where Hiiro couldn’t imagine. ‘If you have a change of heart, please give me a call. You’re very beautiful,’ he added making the Japanese boy blush softly. ‘Has anyone ever told you that?’ Quatre asked petting his green eyed kitten until he began to purr.

‘Told him hell!’ Akima burst out laughing. ‘He ain’t even ripe yet!’ he chortled along with Tomaru. Barnes just rolled his eyes tolerantly clearly wishing it hadn’t been his turn to drive.

‘Ones sensuality has little to do with their experience level,’ the blond smiled as the lights lowered once again. The atmosphere in the club changed suddenly as the center bar cleared of all its occupants while the announcer began his introduction of the main event of the night. Strobes and multi colored spot lights went off in every corner of the club as a thick fog rolled across the run way blanketing the bar in a thick, white cloud that spilled over onto the floor as a heavy rhythm filled the air.

Hiiro’s chest constricted slightly when he saw a dark form enter the stage. It was fully cloaked in a black hooded robe. Only the occasional flash of pale flesh from the opening down the front indicated there was, indeed, a living being beneath the dark shadows as the figure weaved its way through the poles towards the end. It stopped at the third pole leaning back against it, its hands slipping from the folds of the midnight cloak, so pale against the ebony material as it clung to the pole bending at the knee. Its pale knees slipped from beneath as it knelt down spreading its legs and slowly rubbing its back against the cold metal in a posture that looked as if it were being impaled by it’s lover.

Quatre gripped his lover’s hand smiling knowingly at the captivated glaze in Hiiro’s eyes. It was the most erotic thing the Japanese boy had ever seen and there was only the smallest amount of skin to be seen as of yet. He felt himself swallow hard as the figure slid back up the pole and resumed its journey drawing ever nearer. The announcer was still going on with his lengthy introduction but Hiiro didn’t really hear the words. All he could think about was what was under that cloak. The teasing way it moved, so fluid and tempting made his mouth water. He wanted to see what lay beneath so badly he’d unconsciously turned his chair to face the stage. He was hardly the only one in the club taken in by the sultry act. Everyone in the place appeared to be captured by the ebony figure on the stage as the music began to speed up. The lights flashed faster in time with the accelerated beat causing Hiiro’s heart beat to quicken in turn. The figure reached the center of the small stage and began to turn about, first slowly then faster as the music built to a feverish pitch. Hiiro was dizzy just watching the fluid movement then suddenly the announcer bellowed.

‘PLEASE WELCOME …SHADE!’

All at once there was a huge gust of wind from some unknown source as the figure stopped and threw its hands up, the cloak billowing out behind it revealing the slender form of a young man. Hiiro’s breath caught as the hood fell back exposing a tuft of chestnut hair flittering in the wind. The folds of the fabric billowed out behind him like huge black wings in the strange flashing lights. Unlike the other dancers he was dressed from neck to ass in skin tight black cloth but the most erotic part of the image was the dark shades he wore over his eyes. The boots that had hidden his feet from view and the black choker set off the outfit making him look like some sort of anti Christ as he let the wind caress every inch of his perfectly sculpted body. Hiiro’s mind had gone completely blank. He didn’t have a clue about anything but the sight of him until the drums suddenly sounded killing the wind and when the cloak fell another boy was standing behind the first, his ominous stance putting Hiiro on the defense instantly.

The second boy was dressed in white, a tank top and loose pants made up the extent of his outfit but it was the hard, diamond black eyes and threatening manor of his gaze as he glared hungrily at the first boy’s back that set Hiiro’s hackles on end. Another loud percussion from the song set the team in motion as the ebony eyed boy with the short pony tail reached out and grabbed the chestnut hared boy by the back of the head and snatched him back so hard it bent him clean at the waist. Hiiro was on his feet before he even realized he’d moved, the only thing that stopped him from climbing right up on the stage was Trowa’s gentle hand on his arm and the smirk on Quatre’s face. He realized quickly that he’d over reacted; it was only a show after all. Once his heart understood it wasn’t real he once again became mesmerized by the dance. It was dark and melodic and just about the most violent thing he’d ever seen.

The choreography resembled that of a street fight set to music. The pair appeared to be beating the shit out of each other but the only injuries were those sustained by their clothing. By the middle of the song the cloak had been ripped to shreds and discarded revealing a three foot long braid trailing down the chestnut hared boys back. Hiiro’s gaze wandered more than once to the swishing tip of the long rope amazed that anyone, more or less a boy, would wear their hair so long. His blood rushed through his veins, his need to put an end to the deliciously disturbing dance growing with each blow the raven hared boy landed. He, too, had been divested of his garments leaving him in nothing more than a black thong though Hiiro wasn’t about to complain. Being of Asian decent he had a particular appreciation for the Chinese boy’s elegant body but he’d never seen anything as perfectly sublime as the long hared boy. Every thing about him made him crave more. He wanted to talk to him, to be with him and find out who he really was. Why he did this sort of thing and what his dreams were. It didn’t occur to him until the end of the dance when both boy’s were drenched in sweat and the Chinese boy held the other in his arms as if he were deathly wounded several inches off the floor. His slight body limp, his chest heaving as the black eyed boy cried as if a lover that had killed his own true love. Only when he pulled the chestnut hared boy up close and kissed him gently did Hiiro think past his own desires and entertain the idea that this boy was an exotic dancer. The events of the evening ran through his mind. All the girls that went willingly with Akima into those back rooms. Was this boy as willing to sell himself as they were? Was the boy he was dancing with actually his lover? His heart was still hammering when the lights suddenly went out plunging the club into darkness for a few seconds. When they came back on the stage was bare and the club erupted in tumultuous applause. Hiiro sat staring dumbfounded at the spot where they’d been. The lights came back up making the entire experience seem like nothing more than a dream. A dark, sexy, incredibly hot dream.

‘Hey, sugar, be nice to my friend,’ Akima told his companion pushing her towards Hiiro who finally tore his eyes away from the stage. ‘Com’on,’ he slurred ‘She’s got a nice ass too’ he coaxed pushing her over to demonstrate his point. The girl resisted but not enough to prevent his actions as she glanced nervously at Quatre who raised his eyes casting a glance off in the distance before smiling at Akima again.

‘It would appear the drink has impaired your sense of chivalry,’ the blond said coolly.

‘You need’ta loosin up,’ Akima snorted. ‘We’re just having a lil fun huh, baby?’ he laughed pulling the flustered girl into his lap.

‘Is there a problem Master Quatre?’ a booming base tone suddenly sounded above their heads. Hiiro had seen the man coming but he still wasn’t prepared for the sheer size of the guy as he stood a full three feet taller than any other person in the club. Akima froze tiling his head straight back, his first view of the giant upside down as he peered up at his gargantuan form.

‘This gentleman is in need of an escort,’ Quatre smiled. ‘Please see him to his vehicle.’

‘Hey, wait a minute!’ Akima gasped as a huge hand clamped down on his shoulder.

‘Lay off man,’ Tomaru growled standing up and earning himself the strong grip of the huge mans other hand on his upper arm.

‘Will that be all?’ the man said in his deep voice looking for all the world as if he were reprimanding children on the playground as the two men floundered in vain trying to free themselves.

‘Yes, thank you, Rashid,’ Quatre smiled as if he were merely taking out the trash.

‘We’d better get them home before they cause any more trouble,’ Barnes sighed.

‘Wait,’ Hiiro replied. ‘That boy. The one with the long hair,’ he said to Quatre. ‘Who is he?’

‘That’s Shade,’ Quatre smiled allowing the green eyed boy still sitting in the chair in front of him to kiss his hand warmly. ‘He plays here Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday,’ he informed him.

‘I’d like to meet him,’ Hiiro told him frankly but the blond boy only laughed lightly.

‘He’s very selective,’ he explained. ‘However, I will inform him of your request,’ he smiled letting his eyes roam the Japanese boy’s face and body.

‘Come on,’ Barnes cut in tossing a twenty on the table.

‘Thank you,’ Hiiro offered before following his co-worker toward the door.

‘You need to watch it,’ Barnes told him. ‘You shouldn’t get involved with these people. This is just for fun ya know?’

Hiiro nodded but in his heart he knew it was already too late. He was already planning on coming back. He wanted to know who that boy was and why he felt this way. It was all so new to him. He’d never thought of things the way he was now. All the penned up emotions of his absent adolescence were surfacing all at once and he had no clue how to deal with it. All he knew was that he needed to see that boy again, to talk to him and hear his voice. To know his hope and dreams and also, he had to admit to himself, to figure out why he had a boner that size of Wisconsin just thinking about him.

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tbc...

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