A
Fanfic by Kuroi Tenshi
Date:
04/13/01
Type:
3x4/1x2/lemon!!/launguage/drugs/partly-songfic/and all that other good stuff
Disclaimer:
Don’t own them, just love them:) The song “Gimme, gimme, gimme!” is ©ABBA, but
I used the A-Teens version for this fic (not that it matters as far as lyrics
but, the sound of the song fits better). Standard disclaimer at the bottom.
Love
Letters at: K_Tenshi@gundamwing.org.
Key: /songlines
in italics and bars/
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“Duo!”
“.....”
“DUO!!!”
“.....ah?
Eh? What?”
“Duo!!
Take your headphones off!!”
“Ah,
sorry!!”
Quatre
looked at the braided boy in exasperation. He waved his arms in front of him,
signaling to remove the damned contraptions off his head. But it wasn’t as if
that helped any. The music was so loud and blasting he couldn’t even hear
himself talk. Plus the smoke and dim lights made it hard to see, so in his
quest to find young Maxwell in the sea of people that had gathered in the
ballroom of his summer mansion, he had stepped and trampled on several
individuals, one of them a sturdy woman who had slapped him silly because of
his carelessness.
He had
finally made it to the small stage where Duo had been mixing for the past
couple of hours. He was completely lost inside his headphones, his fingers
turning the vinyl flawlessly, as the best of DJs would. Plus his selections
were obviously good, for the dance floor had been packed ever since he began
around 10pm. Quatre smiled inwardly. He was very pleased, but there was still
that bothering thought on his mind that just would not let him enjoy the night.
Duo nodded to him, letting him know he’d be right there, and proceeded to scan
through the records filed in the large cardboard box behind him. He stepped off
his stand after smoothly blending the synthetic bounces of Keoki with Paul Van
Dyk’s “Avenue”.
“What
is it?!!” He yelled inches away from
Quatre’s ear, yet it still went unnoticed.
“What?!!!”
“I SAID
WHAT IS IT?!!!”
“HAS HE
CALLED YET?!!!”
“WHAT?!!!”
“ I
SAID...HAS. HE. CALLED. YET!!!!”
“WHO?!!!”
“WHAT?!!!!”
“DAMMIT!!!
TROWA!!! HAS HE CALLED YET?!!!”
“I
DON’T KNOW! ASK HEERO!!”
“WHERE
IS HE?!!”
“WHO?!!”
“HEERO!!!”
“OH!!
HE’S AT THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM!! HE’S THE BARTENDER!!”
“OH
OK!! THANKS!!!” Quatre practically screamed into Duo’s ear, which sounded like
normal conversational volume to the braided boy. Drawing a big breath, he
proceeded to navigate once more into the ocean of people, when a hand grabbed
his shoulder, spinning him around on his heels.
“HAAPPY
BIRTHDAY QUATRE!!!!” Duo yelled with all his might, throwing himself at a shock
faced Quatre. He hugged him tightly and then planted a big wet one on the young
blonde’s cheek. Giving him a crooked grin, he made his way back to the
turntables.
“Freak...”
Quatre said to himself, unable to stop the smile forming on his lips.
/Half
past twelve!
And I'm
watching the late show in my flat all-alone
Quatre
soon found himself sitting on a stool at the other end of the immense ballroom.
He sighted in contentment. There weren’t as many people around in that area,
save for a few who approached the bar every few minutes or so. Quatre noticed
that some were reluctant to step closer, afraid to meet Heero’s homicidal
glare.
“Hey,
if you keep up that attitude, you won’t get any tips!” Quatre joked,
immediately wishing he had kept his mouth shut as he encountered the infamous
Yuy Death Glare™.
“Hn.
It’s not as if I’ve been serving any drinks lately anyways. All I’ve been doing
is giving away mineral water as if I were a goddamn fountain to these
dumbasses.”
Quatre
looked at him, confused. “That’s odd. Why don’t people want any drinks? Is
there a sudden movement against alcohol or something?”
“No,
they dehydrate faster because they’re on ecstasy. Even Duo. That baka.” Heero
growled, as he wiped a glass with a dishcloth.
“What!”
Oh God, this is what I get for letting Duo turn my house into a damn rave.”
Quatre wailed, slumping in his seat. “No wonder he kissed me! He never does
that.”
Heero’s
eyes narrowed at the last comment. “Stupid idiot, just wait till I get my hands
on him.” He kept muttering obscenities in japanese as he unconsciously filled
the glass he had been cleaning with brandy, then proceeding to gulp the
contents in one shot.
“Want
one?” he asked the birthday boy, offering him a glass.
“Uh
no...hey, has Trowa called? I asked Duo and he told me to ask you.”
“Actually
he called an hour ago. He said he wouldn’t make it. He told me to tell you he
was really sorry, and that he’ll be here tomorrow.”
Quatre’s
heart shrank at the news. He silently cursed Catherine for having become ill
all of a sudden, and then felt guilty at his own thoughts. “Oh. Thanks for
letting me know.” Heero just nodded, and filled his glass again. He went to
take a swig when another glass clinked against his.
Quatre
was holding the glass in front of him. “Say...how about that drink?”
/Autumn
winds
Blowing
outside my window as I look around the room
He was
now on his way to the door. He pushed hard to get through the mounds of people
that had decided to gather at the entrance. Quatre felt uncomfortable at the
presence of so many people. Specially people he didn’t even know. He was amazed
at how many acquaintances Duo had, directly and indirectly. Because it’s like
most networks: he knows the guy who knows that guy who knows that girl who goes
out with that guy and so on, so they all decide to show up. He sighed deeply.
So many people, yet he felt completely alone.
At the
door was Wufei, who was the bouncer. And he was the perfect man for the job.
Quatre noticed as he literally kicked a guy in the ass for trying to get in
without an invitation. Even though the guy was twice his size, the man was
clearly terrified of Wufei.
“Hey..”
Quatre said to him, as he drew closer. Wufei turned to look at him.
“Oh hey
there. Happy Birthday, who would have thought you and the rest of us would live
to see seventeen?” Wufei replied with a gentle smile. Quatre tried to smile
back, but it quickly turned into a frown.
“Not so
happy, in my opinion.” He muttered, but Wufei’s keen instincts enabled him to
catch it.
“I
heard that Trowa couldn’t make it. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,
me too.”
Wufei
went to say something in return, but was cut off by a couple waiting to get in.
Quatre looked at him run his invitation check procedure as he leaned against a
wall, drawing his head back and letting out a loud sigh. He almost choked on a
cloud of ill-smelling smoke and coughed loudly. He turned to realize he was
standing near the bathrooms. Quatre’s face darkened as his smell senses
recognized the strong scent.
“Damn
potheads...so much for a celebration. Happy birthday to me, wee.” He said
bitterly, moving away with his hands in his pockets.
/There's
not a soul out there
No one
to hear my prayer/
“Hey
Quatre!! Where are you going?!! It’s your birthday party!!” Duo chanted happily
from behind the set of turntables. His voice enhanced by the microphone made
Quatre blush in embarrassment.
“Um, Im
not feeling well...” he yelled back, drawing a hand to his forehead, to fake a
headache. Duo seemed unaware of his lame intents however.
“Well!!
I think I have something that will make you feel better!! So how bout it?!
Wanna know what it is?!!” he raised his hands in front of the multitude, making
them cheer loudly over the playing music. Quatre felt even more embarrassed.
“Soo!!!! Let me hear you all!! You want to know what it is?!!”
“YEAHHHH!!!!”
The crowd sang. Quatre searched frantically for a place to crawl under.
“Well
here you go Ladies and Gentlemen!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUATRE!!!!” He yelled at the
top of his lungs, and a sudden explosion followed by a lot of smoke covered the
room. Mutters of people and the continuing trance beats escalated vertigously,
climaxing in another explosion, revealing a figure standing in the stage.
Quatre
walked closer to the stage, trying to get a better look. It seemed to be a
human figure, more specifically a man. Quatre blushed, as his brain registrated
that it was a male stripper. He frowned, cursing the American pilot for pulling
such a stupid prank, but couldn’t help himself to approach the stage, to get a
better look. His eyes narrowed, trying to get a better look. The man was young,
lean and he couldn’t deny that he had a gorgeous body. He was wearing white
vinyl pants with matching boots, but his chest was bare. The only thing on it
was streaks of white and neon pink paint that glowed in the abundant black
lights. He looked like a being out of a sci-fi movie.
“Hn.
That baka...” Heero muttered from behind the bar, filling his glass once again.
/Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't
somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
The man
took out three glowsticks from his pockets and began juggling them. Quatre
gasped at his skill. He was amazing! He threw them, flipped them, swung them
and rotated them at the same time he did contortions. Quatre’s jaw dropped,
wondering how he could be so flexible. It reminded him terribly of Trowa...and
all the positions he could achieve. He felt his temperature rise at the thought
and suppressed any more of them, before the bulge in his pants grew any bigger.
“Umm...the
things Trowa and I could do with those glowsticks....” he fantasized, twhapping
himself mentally for submitting to his thoughts again.
The man
straightened himself up, and everybody clapped and howled in deafening volume.
Duo changed the music to a lighter trance beat, and took on the mike again.
“ALLL
RIGHT, LADIES AND GENTS!!! HOW DID YA LIKE THAT?!! “ Duo yelled into the crowd,
making them stir even more. Quatre was now smack in the middle of the crowd. He
could see Duo clearer than before, and suddenly felt isolated when Duo turned
his gaze on him.
“WELL
LET’S THANK OUR FRIEND HERE FOR THIS GREAT PERFORMANCE!! THANK YOU...TROWA
BARTON!!!!”
Quatre’s
eyes flew open then immediately narrowed as the lights of the entire ballroom
suddenly flicked on. He tried to focus, both visually and mentally at the news,
but before he could regain composure, he sensed a figure standing in front of
him.
He
opened his eyes to encounter a deep emerald gaze, filled with desire. He felt
his breath escape him.
“Happy
Birthday, my Quatre.” He murmured softly, leaning into the astonished blonde,
covering those lips with his own.
/Movie
stars
Find
the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win
It's so
different from the world I'm living in/
Quatre
felt as if the world had suddenly disappeared and it was only he and Trowa. He
looked around at the room, at the people dancing. They moved as if they were
the music. Their movements in unison, each unaware that they were all connected
by the hard, pounding beats of the psychedelic acid trance selections the new
DJ had been playing for the last half hour. Duo had called it a night, but he
was nowhere in sight. Quatre figured he might have passed out from exhaustion
and was lying around somewhere. But instead of feeling worried about it, he
handled it nonchalantly. He frowned mildly at his reaction, noting the
unusualness in it. But as quick as that frown came it was gone, a smile in its
place, as he continued to dance alongside with Trowa.
/Tired
of TV
But
there's nothing there to see, no one in sight/
The
music changed to a smoother beat, and Trowa grabbed him by the arm. He led them
to a corner, behind the speakers, near the bathrooms. Quatre felt a bit dizzy,
but content with the happenings. He was with Trowa and that was all that mattered.
“Were
you surprised?” Trowa asked, caressing one of Quatre’s cheeks with his hand.
Quatre shivered at the sensation, sending ripples of desire down his spine.
“Was I?
Are you kidding?! First you tell me that your sister is sick, then you appear half
naked juggling glowstick and bending in ways I’ve yet to see again!” Quatre
smiled, leaning closer to him. Trowa cupped his face in his hands and kissed
him, so slowly it was torturing. Quatre gasped into his mouth, eager to devour
his koi’s.
“I
could show you again...with the glowsticks...” Trowa murmured, breaking into
another round of light kisses. He brushed his lips against Quatre’s at an
incredibly slow pace. Quatre felt his knees weaken, as if he were to melt with
the ground. He suddenly felt a pair of strong arms draw him into that
exquisitevely chiseled chest, his mouth invaded by a hot tongue, which he met
with his.
Quatre
felt something inside of him explode. Every touch, every kiss felt incredibly
overwhelming. He felt himself escalating higher and higher in lust and longing,
completely unaware of his surroundings other than the fingers that traced his
chest, making him moan as they pinched his nipples, and the mouth that was
eating his, biting, sucking, making him lose himself.
/There's
not a soul out there
“Tro..Tro..waaa....I...*kiss*...feel...*kiss*....funny...”
he moaned into his lover’s mouth, which he felt as it broke into a smile.
“Good...then
it’s working.”
“Huh?
What is?” Quatre tried to blink, but his eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
“The
rolls.”
“Rolls?
What are you talking about?”
“What I
gave you as I kissed you when I finished the act.”
Quatre
stood motionless for an instant, his mind trying to recollect on what Trowa was
saying. He then remembered a strange sensation of swallowing something,
although it wasn’t that apparent, after he had first kissed Trowa that night.
“You
mean..you...gave me...”
“Yes,
but don’t worry. It won’t hurt you, promise. “ Trowa assured him as he covered
him with more kisses.
“Then
why do I feel so funny?” Quatre asked, feeling himself falling into Trowa’s
embrace.
“Quatre,
you’re tripping.”
/Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't
somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
The
thought hadn’t really registered in Quatre’s mind. He felt more concerned with
the sensations that Trowa’s hands and tongue were creating on him. His skin
felt like a sponge, sucking in sensation, emotions, unfiltered and raw,
completely pure. He heard himself groan in sheer pleasure at the slightest
touch by Trowa’s hands. Even the brush of his clothes made him feel even more
aroused. Trowa broke their bond, motioning him to follow.
“I’m
thirsty. Lets go get a drink.”
“Oh ok.
I could use one too.” Quatre acknowledged, following Trowa to the bar.
But
when they got to the bar, it was completely empty. That is as far as the
bartender, which made the people feel free to help themselves to the precious bottled
water. Trowa and Quatre eyed the bar stand, looking for their friend, who was
nowhere in sight. Just then they heard a loud grunt followed by an ecstatic
moan.
“Oh
GOD!! MORE HEERO, MOOOREEE!!!” a familiar voice cried from behind the counter.
They walked over to the sounds, finding Heero wildly thrusting into Duo, the
braided boy drowned in pleasure.
“And I
though Heero was mad at him...” Quatre reckoned, watching his friends fuck as
if it he were watching Saturday morning cartoons, like whatever. Trowa stood
beside him, staring silently as well.
“He’s
drunk, and Duo’s higher than a kite. Let’s go get our drinks.” Trowa motioned,
walking past the couple, Quatre closely following as Duo begged his companion
to fuck his brains out.
/Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't
somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
“What
do you want?” Trowa asked, as he reached into the cooler to retrieve a clear
bottle of water.
“Same
thing as you.”
Trowa
nodded and went to reach for another once, noticing the coolness of the ice
around his hands. His eyes narrowed wickedly as an idea crossed his mind.
“Quatre...come
here.”
Quatre
quickly obliged, making his way to his lover. In an unexpected movement, Trowa
picked him up under his arms and sat him down on the counter, as if he were a
small child. Quatre blinked in confusion, which didn’t really stay for long,
substituted by a wave of pleasure and utter contentment.
“What
are you...” he was quickly cut off by Trowa’s fingers, which unbuttoned his
shirt, revealing his creamy flesh. Trowa leaned to suck on a nipple, making it
rock hard. Quatre let out a loud groan, his hands automatically reaching for
Trowa’s hair, tugging to make him go further.
“Mmm...not
yet...” Trowa snickered as he traced the outline of his left nipple with his
tongue. He felt his own arousal beg to be released, but he kept in mind his
plan, and reached back into the cooler, retrieving a couple of ice cubes.
Quatre
looked about him, a faint feeling of self-consciousness over took him. For a
second, he felt embarrassed, remembering the amounts of people that were still
gathered. But he noticed the same carelessness in their faces as he himself
felt, feeling content and airy once again. He closed his eyes and let the
steady beats of the music drill in his skull, when the sudden feeling of
coolness startled him on his bare chest.
“Oh!...my...God....”
he gasped. Trowa slid the ice cube down the line of his chest, curving upwards,
encountering a nipple, which made Quatre cry in pleasure so great it was
painful. He traced the contours slowly, allowing the ice to melt, beads of
water adorning his chest, glistening in the dancing lights. Trowa then leaned
closer, letting his tongue drink in the mixture of water and sweat covering his
angel’s chest, while at the same time, moving the cube upwards, up to Quatre’s
mouth, permitting him to suck on it.
“Umm...God...Quatre....I
...need..you..” he moaned against his chest, feeling himself just as lost as
his lover, who was sucking hard on his fingers, drinking in the water that had
become the cube. Trowa instinctively reached for his pants, unable to resist
longer, and stroked his erection. He then did the same for Quatre, who pushed
his hips forward to allow him better access.
“Umm..Trowa...should
we do this?...” Quatre asked, his voice hoarse from his previous yells and the
overwhelming desire. Trowa stopped his actions to kiss him again, feeling his
mouth dissolve into Quatre’s.
“It’s
okay...look around...nobody gives a shit...”, he answered. Quatre turned to
look about him. He was right, people could care less if they fucked each other
silly on the dance floor. In fact, there were a many couples making out in all corners
of the room, and some doing much more.
/There's
not a soul out there
His
meditation was then broken by the sound of unzipping, coming from his own
pants. Trowa pulled them down to his knees, leaving him in his boxers. Reaching
inside, he drew out his painful erection, begging to be released. The stoic boy
took it in his hands, stroking it lightly, then covering it with his mouth,
making Quatre cry out and tug on his hair harder.
“Oh
Trowaa....” he moaned. He felt a faint tickle on the side of his stomach as
Trowa’s hair brushed against him when he pulled up and went back down. He felt
the pressure Trowa was making with his throat, making him even closer to the
edge. The tall, quiet boy licked his penis upwards, then downwards, playing
with the tip. Quatre trembled, feeling his body about to explode like a nuclear
bomb. Trowa sensed his urgency and took him in fully, deep throating. He felt
Quatre’s release flood him, and he swallowed quickly to take him all in.
Quatre
slumped back, letting his head fall back. “Oh my God....I feel like I’m in
heaven...” he said, closing his eyes and smiling. Trowa leaned into him, biting
on his lip, returning the crude feelings of lust into him. He threw his arms
around him, drawing him closer. Trowa then broke the kiss, replacing his tongue
with two of his fingers. Quatre sucked on his fingers, biting lightly and
playing with his tongue.
“Bend
over.” Trowa commanded. Quatre mindlessly obeyed.
He
placed Quatre on his hands and knees on top of the counter, removing his boxers
to reveal his white little butt. He then took his saliva-coated fingers and
pushed them through the tight opening. Quatre let out a loud cry of pain,
turning into pleasure just as swiftly. He began to move the fingers a bit more
rapidly, making Quatre arch his back in his uprising joy. He pushed and toyed
until he found his sweet spot, making Quatre instantly hard again. Unable to
control himself much longer, he climbed on top of the counter, first dropping
his pants and underwear to the ground, leaving only the boots. He positioned
himself behind him, entering the small opening, which welcomed him eagerly.
“Oh
God!! Trowa! I want you!” Quatre yelled loudly, in the midst of more cries and
moans from nearby couples. He could still hear Heero and Duo going at it,
faintly.
/Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't
somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me
through the darkness to the break of the day/
Trowa
closed his eyes, savoring every sensation, every sound, swaying his hips to the
music in a subconscious manner. He thrusted forward, feeling himself merge in
the heat produced by the friction. His head danced with sensations that drew
him higher to the peak. He felt himself speed up as the beats started to pick
up, when the music is about to “burst” as they say. That’s how he was feeling,
about to burst. His orgasm escalated with the speed of the hard, thrusting
beats, and he felt as if he himself was being fucked over as well. He groaned
loudly, meeting Quatre’s groans, both flying up the clouds of desire. The beats
were going faster and faster, harder and harder, mimicking their own rhythm.
Trowa arched his back, feeling his enlightenment come, Quatre doing so as well,
and just as the beat “exploded”, so did they, in perfect unison.
/Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight...
Gimme
gimme gimme a man after midnight.../
Quatre
opened his eyes to encounter a half empty room. The people had begun to leave
and he noticed a faint light coming in the windows. It was sunrise. He looked
down at himself. He had his pants back on, but no shirt. And now that he
thought about it, he couldn’t remember where he had put it, or why he didn’t
have it on. He noticed Wufei in a corner, sipping on something in a cup,
probably coffee. He was telling the servants where to clean and what to pick
up. Quatre rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of what had happened. He
then noticed Trowa, sound asleep on his lap.
“Trowa?
Trowa...wake up.” He nudged softly. One visible eye opened wearily.
“Umm...its
morning..” he said, more in disgust than an observation.
“Trowa,
I feel like shit...I feel hung over times 10!” Quatre exclaimed, as he got back
down from the counter, which now that he thought about it, had no idea why he
was on it in the first place. Trowa followed his motion, standing back down on
the floor, scratching his head.
“Me
too...” he began, turning to see two figures lying of the bar floor. It was
Heero and Duo, wrapped in a tight embrace, sound asleep.
“I
think we have our answer there.” Trowa grinned, his mind recalling the events.
Quatre smiled wearily, remembering as well. Trowa leaned close to him, only to
encounter Quatre’s fist against his jaw.
“I’m
never inviting you to my birthday party again, Trowa Barton. Specially if it’s
organized by Duo.” Quatre said in a serious tone, yet a bright smile adorned
his face.
“I love
you too. Happy Birthday, my angel.” Trowa beamed, giving him his best smile,
despite his sore jaw.
END.
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-Kuroi Tenshi=:)
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