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"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 2 The next few days were pure torture. Other than the flack he had to endure from Akima at work his nights were filled with visions of the long hared youth from the club. Over and over again he watched the dance, his mind supplying him with more and more variations wherein he found the boy wrapped tightly in his arms while he did devilish things to his body. Things he’d never even thought of before. Things he wasn’t sure if were humanly possible. When Tuesday finally rolled around he found he couldn’t concentrate on anything and by the time it was late enough to go to the club his nerves were raw. He’d waited what felt like a lifetime for this night to arrive calculating everything right down to his socks accept the one thing that should have crossed his mind. ‘Sorry kid, eighteen and over,’ the doorman grinned stopping him at the entrance. Of course, last time he’d been with this co-workers so he hadn’t been questioned but now, on an off night when the place was only half filled and the patrons mostly sober it looked like he was going to come up empty. He had no way of proving he was of age, mostly because he wasn’t and he’d never had the need to have a fake ID before. He backed away as a couple stepped up to the entrance slipping his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he thought about his alternatives. A possible answer presented itself when he felt the card and with drew it recalling when Quatre had given it to him. It was a long shot but he figured it was worth a try so he presented it to the door man. ‘Where’d you get this?’ the man asked scratching his head under this red bellhop looking hat. ‘Quatre gave it to me last Saturday,’ Hiiro replied. ‘There was an invitation as well,’ he half lied. He didn’t feel the need to explain the invitation had been to become a dancer. ‘Wait here,’ the man told him disappearing inside. He did as he was told and was soon rewarded when both the man and Quatre stepped outside. ‘Hiiro,’ the blond boy smiled taking his arm elegantly. ‘How nice of you to come,’ he added leading him inside as he door man bowed his head slightly and held the door for them. ‘Thank you,’ the Japanese boy replied. ‘Sorry about the other night.’ ‘Think nothing of it,’ the blond grinned snapping his fingers at a passing waitress who pivoted at once and headed off towards the bar. ‘Please, sit. Make yourself at home,’ he said offering him a chair right on the bar next to where he knew Shade would perform. The bar maid appeared with their drinks before Quatre even made it in his seat then disappeared again as quickly as she’d come. ‘Whisky if I’m not mistaken?’ the blond boy smiled indicating the drink. Hiiro nodded taking a sip secretly amazed that the boy had not only remembered but had somehow conveyed it to the waitress without a word. ‘You’ve come at a very good time,’ Quatre smiled, his eyes brightening as Trowa appeared next to him. ‘Good evening,’ the taller boy smiled bending to kiss the blond on the neck softly. Hiiro’s chest tightened slightly as the blond boy’s arm came up to encircle his neck as he tilted his head and pulled him down for a longer snuggle. ‘You remember Hiiro?’ Quatre purred softly turning his head so that the words glided warmly over the taller boy’s ear. Trowa’s response was to kiss him deeply squatting down beside his chair. Hiiro’s jeans were steadily getting tighter as he watched the green eyed boy’s hand slip up to invade the golden shirt the blond boy was wearing. It amazed him how swiftly Trowa managed to open a button and get inside giving the impression of long practice as Quatre moaned softly sinking deeper into the kiss. ‘You two should charge admission.’ Hiiro jumped softly being jerked out of the haze that had been settling over his senses by the raven hared boy’s words. It took him a moment before he realized he was looking at the boy who had partnered his dream lover in the dance the weekend before. ‘Well, there is a cover charge,’ Quatre giggled letting his lover nibble on his neck. ‘Lets go,’ Trowa said softly sucking on his ear lobe. ‘Ah! But... we… have... guests,’ the blond boy hissed but his reluctance appeared to be limited to his words as his arms slipped tightly around the taller boy’s shoulders and his lithe body arched back in surrender. Hiiro could hardly take his eyes off the pair so he was only mildly aware of the Chinese boy taking a seat at their table as Trowa took full advantage of his lovers weakness slipping his hand around under the inside of his shirt. Even with the long tailed jacket the blond boy wore it was very obvious that he’d slipped his hand down the back of his pants as Quatre hissed and tensed. ‘Now... I want you now,’ Trowa groaned drawing the sweetest little sounds from the helpless blond. ‘But... the performance,’ Quatre moaned as the taller boy lifted him from his chair. From the lack of reaction from the other patrons Hiiro got the impression this wasn’t out of the ordinary. ‘Fei?’ the blond whimpered feebly as the Chinese boy rolled his eyes and dropped a small camcorder on the table confirming the idea that this was in fact a common occurrence as Trowa carried the flustered blond off toward the back of the club. ‘You’re new here,’ the black eyed boy said sharply drawing Hiiro’s attention back to the table again. ‘Umm... no,’ he replied trying to gather his scattered senses back together again. ‘I’m not a dancer,’ he explained. ‘Give him half a chance and you will be,’ the Chinese boy chuckled. ‘No I...’ Hiiro stammered feeling very uncomfortable with the idea that he might be sitting with the lover of the boy he’d been dreaming about all week, ‘...only came to see the show,’ he finished honestly. ‘Ah,’ his companion replied. ‘Well, you’re in for a treat then,’ he smiled picking up the camcorder to check the disk and settings. ‘He’s got a new number tonight. It should be good.’ ‘You’re not dancing with him?’ Hiiro asked. ‘Hm?’ the boy replied ‘Oh no, not tonight. You caught the last show huh?’ he asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘We got a lot of good feed back on that one but I think he’s on a better track with this new direction,’ the Chinese boy mused aloud. ‘It was intense,’ Hiiro complimented. ‘Thanks,’ the boy smiled. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Hiiro.’ ‘That your real name?’ the boy asked grinning. ‘Why shouldn’t it be?’ Hiiro asked honestly bewildered. The boy only laughed delightedly at some unknown joke and offered him his hand in greeting. ‘Wufei,’ he introduced himself. ‘But around here you can call me Dragon,’ he grinned. ‘Understood,’ Hiiro smiled back taking the offered handshake. It hadn’t occurred to him until then that these people used their alias names to protect themselves as well as add mystic. ‘Do you perform anywhere else?’ ‘No,’ Wufei replied. Hiiro was just gearing up for a bout of twenty questions when the lights suddenly dimmed and Wufei lifted his camcorder signaling the beginning of the show and all of a sudden his lips wouldn’t move as his blood froze in his veins and his eyes locked with the curtain at the other end of the empty runway. The curtain burst open on the first notes of the upbeat song as the announcer shouted ‘SHADE’ once again and the boy danced out into the lights. Hiiro’s breath caught once again as he watched. This time the boy was dressed in ripped up jeans and a black jacket much like his own. The biggest difference in what they wore was that his jeans were shredded and had no ass in them to speak of leaving most of his firm, tanned ass exposed for all to see. Hiiro loved his jacket but he’d have traded it in a heart beat for the one the boy was wearing once he saw what he was doing with it. One minute he was wearing it and the next he was running it between his legs as he ground his hips to the beat and played shamelessly with the off duty dancers around the edge of the bar. Once again he wore his trademark shades hiding his eyes behind the ebony glass. The act wasn’t as intense as the last time but it was no less provocative, more so really since it was full of life and positive energy. Hiiro found himself undeniably overexcited long before the boy ever made it to the end of the bar where he danced just two feet away from Hiiro’s hungry eyes. The boy really played it up for the camera grinding his hips before the lens then turning and bending at the waist showing off that tight little rounded ass, his braid slipped between the cheeks to dangle a foot below following the mesmerizing circular motion of his hips causing the better part of Hiiro’s blood to rush straight to his crotch. ‘Sweeet,’ Wufei growled standing up to get a better angle. Before he knew it the boy had climbed up on the chair and half way up on the stage in his excitement but the long hared boy just laughed and pushed him back down. ‘Damn!’ Wufei cursed shaking it off and returning to his seat. ‘That, my friend, is the fines ass this side of the Red Sea,’ he proclaimed grinning at the blushing boy on stage. Hiiro couldn’t have agreed more but he didn’t much care for the way the Chinese boy spoke so freely about his obsession. He wondered again if they might be lovers feeling a strange pang in his chest as he did so. It didn’t live long as the long hared boy suddenly turned his attention on Hiiro chasing anything but the vision before him far, far away. Hiiro swallowed the lump in his throat as the boy danced his way slowly toward him. He was sitting close enough to the table to hide his obvious elation which was good because the closer the boy came the harder it got. He watched as the boy moved to step gracefully onto the table top slipping down to sit like summer rain pooling in a china basin. The air seemed to abandon him altogether as the boy leaned closer to him smiling softly as he reached out and took the caller of his jacket in his hand pulling him a bit closer, drawing him in until he felt as if he would suffocate on is very presence. It was intoxicating. He was even more beautiful than Hiiro had ever imagined. His skin was flawless right down to the creamy texture. His face so perfectly sculpted it looked as if it had been purposely created by the gods themselves. He wanted to reach up and rip those shades away so he could at last look into his eyes but his limbs wouldn’t have obeyed him even if he dared as the boy drew him close enough that his nostrils were bombarded with the heady scent of his body. ‘Nice jacket,’ the boy said softly so close to his mouth he felt the warmth of his breath sending a rippling wave of heat all over him. The boy smiled chuckling gently as Hiiro shivered under the sensuous assault. ‘Wanna dance?’ he whispered receiving an instantaneous and vigorous nod in reply. ‘Hm hm hm hm…’ he boy chuckled softly. ‘Good,’ he smiled then suddenly he was gone. Hiiro was on his feet in pursuit in the blink of an eye but his efforts were hampered by Wufei’s hand on his arm. ‘Slow down there, lover boy,’ the Chinese boy grinned as Hiiro glowered at him pulling firmly against his grip. ‘He gets a hundred for a private dance. Up front. One song. His choice,’ he explained chuckling to himself as Hiiro stuffed three hundred dollars into his hand and cursed himself for not having any more than that on him. ‘Alright, come on,’ Wufei laughed leading him away. Hiiro’s heart jumped when he was led into one of the small rooms in the back of the club. He knew what Akima had done in those rooms but that really wasn’t what he wanted. Well, he did but not like that. Considering how selective this boy appeared to be and the high price for his time he had a feeling it wasn’t like that though and tried to keep his pulse under control as the door shut quietly behind him. The room was decorated with mirrored walls and a black leather love seat pilled high with pillows. A box of tissue sat on a small table where a glass of Hiiro’s favorite whisky awaited him. He knew what the whisky was for but he didn’t want to think about the tissue. There was very little light and the air hung heavy with incense while a soft music was piped in on hidden speakers in the ceiling. He waited a moment before sitting down on the love seat and draining the glass in one gulp to calm his nerves. It hadn’t taken effect yet when the door opened and the boy known to him only as Shade glided into the room. Hiiro’s throat went instantly dry and he wished he had another drink. His opinion of the boy went up another notch when he granted that wish handing him another full glass as he smiled softly and slowly unzipped his jacket. ‘You’re either wealthy or stupid,’ the boy smiled as Hiiro took the offered drink. ‘Little of both maybe,’ Hiiro confessed nervously watching as the boy’s firm chest and stomach were revealed. The boy chuckled laying his hands on Hiiro’s shoulders and pushing him back into the couch. ‘An honest man,’ he laughed lightly sending a warm tremor through the Japanese boy’s body. ‘I like that,’ he said a bit softer making Hiiro’s spine tingle at the sound. ‘Shall we begin?’ he whispered before moving away again as the music changed to a sultry mix of drums and keyboard that seemed to correspond to the lights dancing all over the boy’s body as he began to move. He could do nothing but watch silently utterly spell bound by the sheer poetry of the movements. Every shadow on his skin as he dropped the jacket, his bare torso shimmering in the low light made Hiiro painfully jealous as it touched him, caressing his taunt skin as he turned slowly in time. Before he knew it the first song was over and he was hiding his newborn erection with one of the pillows. The music faded flawlessly into the next rhythm, a deeper sound that permeated Hiiro’s mind as the boy came closer bending to wrench the pillow out of his clenched hands exposing his swollen crotch as he smiled. ‘Well formed,’ he smiled at Hiiro’s crimson cheeks kneeling on the couch with one knee. Hiiro sucked in a deep breath as he lifted his other leg and planted it on the opposite side of his thighs straddling his lap in one fluent movement. ‘Don’t rip the couch,’ the boy smiled sliding his hands down Hiiro’s arms and gently coaxing him to release the handful of leather he had gripped in his fingers. His heart felt like it was going to crack his breast plate as the boy began to move gently undulating his hips just over Hiiro’s engorged crotch. ‘Ah, gods,’ Hiiro sighed swallowing the dryness in his throat again as he let his head fall back onto the couch. ‘You can touch me if you like,’ the boy said softly letting his hips slip down a notch. Hiiro hissed just barely avoiding releasing himself as he shook his head desperately clenching his hands shut. ‘No... I cant.. I don’t think I could stop,’ he confessed making the boy chuckle again as he slipped his hand behind his neck lacing his fingers into Hiiro’s thick, chocolate brown hair as he slowly rested the weight of his body on Hiiro’s lap effectively nesting his swollen groin. If it hadn’t been for the denim between them he’d have been deep inside the boy’s body by now, a fact that made his head spin dizzily as he fought the urge to throw him to the floor and end the sweet torture. ‘You’re sweet,’ the boy said grinding his hips into Hiiro’s in an excruciatingly slow manor that had him pivoting on the edge of insanity the moment he began to move. ‘I can see why Quatre likes you,’ he added as his own constitution began to waver. If Hiiro had thought the boy beautiful before it was nothing compared to how he lit up as his body began to react to the passion inside him. He felt a shiver run throughout his body as the boy allowed the shades he wore to slip down his nose revealing his first look at the his beautiful, violet eyes, eyes the color of a new born sunset, eyes that instantly enamored him right down to the very fabric of his being. It was unclear just when the dance had ended and the lust began but there was no mistaking the honesty in the long hared boy’s responses as he pushed Hiiro ever closer to the boarders of reality. Hiiro’s heart raced, his breath coming in short gasping shots as the boy’s passion grew, his arms tightening around Hiiro’s neck as he intensified his movements. Hiiro wanted desperately to rip those jeans off and solidify the fantasy of being within the boy’s sweet body so hot and beautiful, his scent engulfing Hiiro’s senses as he crushed their hardened erections together. ‘Ah! Damn,’ the long hared boy gasped accelerating his efforts. ‘Hiiro... p...please!’ he ground out pulling him tighter yet. ‘Ah, fuck no... please... don’t do that,’ Hiiro begged forcing his hands to obey and stay where they were. ‘Ah! Sh...shit! Sha.. sh… Damn it! What’s your name? I cant call you tha... ah!..AH GODS!’ ‘Touch me!’ ‘Shit!’ Hiiro barked loosing control of both his body and his hands as they closed around the braided boy’s body in a violent embrace, his mouth seeking the salty flesh of his neck as the boy arched back in his lap, his body as tight as a wire as they climaxed together under the sheer weight of the heat that smoldered between them. He held him close as their bodies began to cool down, each of them panting heavily as hey fought for longer breaths. Hiiro couldn’t think, all that mattered was the boy he held in his arms. The cool skin ensconcing the flesh that housed a soul he never wanted to be away from again as long as he lived. ‘Hiiro,’ the boy said softly, pitifully sounding almost as if he were on the verge of tears. Hiiro couldn’t stand the painful sound and moved to kiss him. The boy tried to avoid him for a moment then sank helplessly into their first kiss, the heat of the moment still coursing through their veins manifesting itself in the joining of their mouths until he suddenly groaned and pulled away. Hiiro was still reeling from the experience when he heard the door shut and woke from the dream with a start. ‘Damn!’ he growled jumping up to follow but by the time he opened the door the only person standing on the other side was Wufei. ‘Your shows over,’ the Chinese boy smiled sympathetically as he looked around in vain for the run away boy. ‘Damn it!’ Hiiro growled in frustration. ‘He must’ve taken a shine to you,’ Wufei grinned. ‘I’ve never seen him go three songs in a row before’. ‘What’s his name?’ Hiiro asked as his failure began to settle into his bones. ‘You didn’t ask him?’ the raven hared boy chuckled clapping him on the shoulder as he closed his eyes to steady his growing discontent. ‘Go clean up and go home’ he suggested. ‘He won’t be back tonight. This was his last show.’ Hiiro did as he suggested. It was still unclear just
what role this boy played in his dream lovers life but he didn’t
appear to mind the Japanese boy’s obsession so he wasn’t
going to stress over it. He promised himself things would be different
that coming Thursday. Somehow he was going to learn the long haired
boy’s name and when he did, he was going to make it his own.
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