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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 3
‘Wait! Please’ Hiiro pleaded as Wufei stepped in front of him keeping him from grabbing his arm as he’d intended. ‘Just one then,’ he bargained. The boy stopped and turned to consider him never once looking at the money in his hand. Hiiro’s heart stood still as he awaited the boy’s judgment hoping beyond hope that he hadn’t insulted him in some way. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when the boy smiled and replied. ‘Three seems to be your lucky number,’ before turning and walking away. ‘Son of a bitch,’ Wufei mused watching him go as Hiiro’s blood raced in his veins. ‘Damn,’ he added clapping the Japanese boy on the shoulder as he led him toward the back of the club. ‘I gotta hand it to ya man, you really got his attention,’ he smiled ushering him inside. ‘I don’t know if you should be happy,’ he grinned closing the door, ‘or afraid,’ he added leaving the blue eyed boy to mull that over while he waited. He was kept waiting a full ten minutes this time. He’d begun to wonder if he’d had changed his mind when the door slipped open and he entered. Hiiro swallowed as he slid across the floor adjusting the lights so that his ribbons glowed a soft purple. The color suited him reminding Hiiro of his brief encounter with the boy’s incredible violet eyes. ‘You don’t have to,’ he said in a voice he didn’t entirely recognize as his own. ‘This is what you came for,’ the boy replied rocking gently to the smoky beat that was raining down from the speakers. ‘Not really,’ Hiiro confessed. ‘You don’t even have to dance,’ he told him nervously. ‘Right to the good stuff then?’ the boy smiled slipping his arms around his neck. Hiiro’s body heat doubled instantly making him a little dizzy as the boy’s slender body melded against him. His scent was as always an intoxicating drug inducing a passion inside him that simply could not be denied. ‘That’s not… what I ... meant,’ he breathed helplessly as his body began to move following the delicious rotations of his companions hips. ‘This is what you want,’ the boy hissed in his ear sending a rippling wave of pure energy running all over his body as he slid his hands slowly down Hiiro’s back. ‘No,’ the Japanese boy denied, his fingertips bravely drifting forward to brush against the partially exposed skin between the wraps of tape around his hips. ‘No?’ the boy inquired taunting him as he slipped his hands down and over the rounded orbs of his ass. ‘Yes!’ Hiiro gasped. ‘I mean... no... yes... I do but... damn it... I just ... want…’ ‘…to see me cum,’ the boy whispered in his ear lending his tongue to the seduction effectively robbing him of his ability to form coherent thought. ‘Damn,’ Hiiro breathed falling completely under the spell. Once again the only thing that existed was this moment as the boy guided him back until he found himself sitting on the couch with his dream lover straddling his hips. This time there were no jeans on the boy, just the g-string under the tape allowing his arousal the freedom to expand. ‘Let me see your eyes,’ Hiiro whispered reaching up to take the shades off. He paused uncertainly when the boy moved back slightly as if he would deny him this request but he didn’t say no so he continued gaining him his victory. His heart skipped a beat when the boy’s crystalline amethyst eyes were uncovered. He could’ve sworn he’d been pulled into another dimension altogether the moment he looked into them. ‘Jesus,’ he breathed feeling his heart swell to bursting ‘Who are you?’ he mused as the boy smiled and leaned in to take his lips. Between the soft moan that the boy emitted low in his throat as he kissed him deeply folding his body into him and the explosive heat in his own body he found it impossibly to withhold his passion. ‘Ah.. y...,yes,’ the boy groaned urging his wandering hands onward as they rounded his firm ass pulling him down tight against his swollen groin. Hiiro knew he should stop, he knew he was pushing the boundaries but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t make his hands stop exploring the taunt flesh that tensed under his touch. The boy’s thrusting motions massaged his crotch and constricted the muscles of his ass in Hiiro’s palms as he kissed him senseless. Was he trying to drive him completely mad? Did he want to get himself raped? Was he testing him in some way? So many half formed thoughts and fears bounced off his fiery brain and still he couldn’t stop himself. The boy slipped one hand down his arm drawing his it up. Hiiro swallowed hard tightening down on his need to unleash the beast curling up in his stomach as the boy slipped two of his fingers into his mouth wetting them thoroughly. ‘Touch me… please!’ the boy groaned suddenly arching back as he pushed Hiiro’ hand back down towards his ass. Hiiro paused for an instant as the request fried a neuron or two the suddenly something inside him snapped and he couldn’t fulfill it fast enough. ‘Ah!’ the boy gasped tightening his hold on his neck as he slipped one of the slick digits inside the boy’s smoldering body. It was so damn hot and tight he just couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to take him all the way and feel the body that was now trembling at his touch convulsing under him. ‘Ah! Gods! Yes! please! More!’ the boy panted grinding his rock hard groin into Hiiro’s blinding the blue eyed boy with passion as he slipped the second finger inside. It was so surreal, so hot and all encompassing Hiiro was only barely aware of the boy’s hand opening his pants as he kissed him desperately. It wasn’t until he felt the heat of his hand on him that the reality of the situation suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t going to stop! He really wanted to go all the way right here right now! ‘Ah! G...geezz... n...no...shit!’ Hiiro grunted unable to stop the momentum as the boy moved to make the union complete. They were both so caught up in the act neither of them had noticed the ending notes of the third song until the door suddenly opened. ‘Times up,’ Wufei said stopping dead still as his jaw hit the floor and the boy jumped off Hiiro so fast it made his head spin. ‘What the… hell?’ the Chinese boy breathed gasping as the boy suddenly bolted for the door leaving the flustered Hiiro and shocked Wufei to stare mindlessly at each other. ‘Damn it!’ Hiiro suddenly barked jumping up to go after him but he found himself sitting again as an irate Chinese boy slammed him in the chest, his black eyes spitting fire as he growled. ‘What the fuck did you do to him?!’ ‘Me?’ Hiiro gasped unsure of his situation. ‘I... he... he said...’ he stammered in a lame attempt to explain then suddenly didn’t give a shit if Wufei had an explanation as he got back up and went to go after the boy again. This time when Wufei tried to stop him however the boy found himself slammed face first into the wall with his arm wrenched up his back and Hiiro snarling violently in his ear. ‘He started it! Now where’d he go?!’ he demanded. ‘Fuck you!’ Wufei ground out defiantly. ‘What’s going on here?’ Quatre’s worried tone interjected. ‘Hiiro?’ he said aghast when he got a good look at the scene. His arrival served to calm both the boys enough to separate them but they glared daggers at each other just the same. ‘What’s happening?’ Trowa asked appearing at Quatre’s side. ‘He was molesting D... Shade!’ Wufei snapped. Hiiro didn’t bother to deny it. What had happened between them was a personal matter he didn’t care to discuss in open forum. ‘Calm down,’ the blond boy soothed his agitated friend. ‘I’m sure there’s a reasonable way to discuss this,’ he mediated leading the small group toward another door that turned out to be an office. ‘Please sit,’ he offered in a tone that told Hiiro there was very little request in the offer. ‘Wufei, would you join me for a moment?’ he smiled stepping back toward the door. ‘Perhaps our guest would care for some tea while he waits?’ he smiled at his tall lover before leading the Chinese boy from the room. Trowa didn’t speak to him as he went about making the tea. He said nothing when he served it, not even to ask if he preferred sugar or cream leaving it up to Hiiro to ask if he wanted such things. Hiiro wasn’t in the mood for tea or sugar or cream leaving the small china cup untouched as he sat brooding in the overstuffed chair in front of the cherry wood desk. Trowa didn’t sit choosing to lean against the wall as he sipped his tea as the seconds slipped by excruciatingly slow. Hiiro knew the blond boy would have gone to speak to his obsession. It was only the hope that he might get a chance to talk to him again that held him in his chair, however, when Quatre and Wufei returned the boy was not with them. Quatre’s face remained carefully devoid of expression but he noticed immediately that Wufei’s manor had lost its hostile edge. ‘I must apologize for the misunderstanding,’ the blond boy smiled warmly. ‘Where is he?’ Hiiro asked in frustration. ‘I’m afraid he doesn’t want to see you,’ Quatre sighed pulling an envelope from his pocket. Hiiro looked at the offering for a long moment before taking it and peering inside. The money he found sent a cold chill though him right down to his bones as he looked up pleadingly at the sympathetic blond boy before him. ‘I’m sorry,’ Quatre told him sounding genuinely saddened. ‘He’s asked that you not come here any more,’ he told him setting the icy crust that was forming around Hiiro’s heart. ‘But... why?’ Hiiro asked bewildered. ‘He’s not a whore,’ Wufei said firmly. Hiiro was out of his seat in an instant, his dark blue eyes flashing like lightening in a summer storm as he advanced on the Chinese boy but Trowa’s sudden presence between them stayed his hand. ‘I’m sorry, Hiiro,’ Quatre said clearly ‘But I’ll have to ask you to leave.’ The entire night spun wildly through Hiiro’s head as he drove himself home. What had happened? He’d been as captivated as Hiiro. Why had he turned him away? Why tell him not to return? Why couldn’t they just once sit down and have a regular conversation and what the hell was his god damn name!?!?
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