Chance Meeting: Amateur Night
Jade
A while ago, KwyckSylver asked me to write a fic in which Heero watches Duo strip to "Pour Some Sugar on Me," by Def Leppard. I finally came up with it, and now it's part of the Chance Meeting series. Enjoy!
Quatre said to Trowa, "Please?" in that tone of voice that would charm a mobile doll. Trowa knew he was lost. He didn't even have to look into the aquamarine puppy dog eyes. The voice was enough.
"Ok, angel. What did you have in mind?" Quatre had decided they needed to cheer up Duo, and Trowa was afraid of what he would have to do. He had to admit that Duo hadn't been his normally manic self lately, mostly due to the fact that Heero was off on assignment without him again. He just wished the two of them would admit their feelings to one another before they drove everyone else crazy. Heero was less obvious but no less smitten; everyone but Duo noticed how whenever Duo was in a room, Heero's eyes never left the longhaired boy. Trowa didn't know how anyone, let alone the normally observant Heero, could miss Duo's lovesick expression every time Heero came near, or those violet eyes on the Perfect Soldier's ass whenever he bent over. Sooner or later his blond lover was going to get it into his head to get the two of them together, and Trowa fervently hoped he was on a mission at the time. Forcing Heero and Duo together, fated though they might be, could either go very well or very, very, badly.
"Well," began Quatre, setting off warning bells in Trowa's head, "there's this strip club that's supposed to be very good..."
"Quatre?" Trowa was almost shocked.
"It's a male strip club, silly, and they don't strip all the way," Quatre assured him. "It's supposed to be very classy."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "And this will cheer up Duo?"
Quatre nodded earnestly. "I think so! Please, Trowa?"
"You don't think I'd let you go to a place like that by yourself, do you?" Trowa teased. "Of course I'll go. You and Duo might need me to fight off the admirers."
Quatre giggled prettily, and went off to scheme.
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Duo really didn't want to go out, but no one could resist Quatre when he was on a mission. So he let himself be dragged off to the strip club, though the only unclothed male he wanted to look at was Heero. But Duo, being Duo, never missed an opportunity to dress up, so even though he didn't really want to go he was dressed to kill in tight black jeans, a red cutoff shirt, black leather jacket and black boots. His hair was loose, and Trowa was speechless for a moment before Quatre kicked him. "Ready to go?" the green-eyed boy asked, and they all piled into the car.
A judicious bribe got them in the door, and a nice table near the front. Duo draped himself over a chair and looked miserable. Quatre got them all beers, and Duo proceeded to drink his and half of another. Quatre didn't stop him because he knew that Duo got more cheerful when he was inebriated. Sure enough, Duo started to perk up after another round. He even started to make comments about the scantily clad waiters in their bikinis and bow ties. In reality, he was imagining what Heero would look like in one of those outfits. He stared at one of the waiters from behind, deciding that he had almost as nice an ass as Heero. In fact, his build was similar, and even his hair... Duo indulged in a fantasy of Heero, dressed like that, pressing him against the wall with his muscular body...
Coincidentally, the object of Duo's fantasy was indeed dressed just like the waiters; in fact, he was the waiter Duo was admiring from behind. Heero was on a mission to infiltrate the club, because it was suspected to be a place where information was exchanged and money was laundered. So far, though, all he had found was that he apparently looked very good in the little outfit, because he constantly had to fend off admirers. He found himself thinking of Duo, and wondering if the longhaired boy would like him looking like this... He sighed and picked up another round of drinks for one of his tables. He would much rather be in his Gundam, blasting away mobile suits, than this indignity.
Duo was now concentrating on becoming very drunk, and although it didn't show, his friends could tell Duo was well on his way to becoming completely wasted. He watched the dancers, but didn't seem impressed. He had a comment about all of them, this one had no rhythm, the other one's outfit could have been better. Quatre was starting to despair of ever cheering Duo up when the announcer bounded onto the stage, took the mike and said, "Now, what you've all been waiting for! It's Thursday, and that means amateur night! So come on, all you aspiring strippers, get up here and show us what you got! Well, not all of it, or we'll be shut down, but... go for it, guys!" The crowd cheered as several men volunteered. Duo seemed to cheer up as he watched, but was as critical as ever.
Quatre teased, "Well, if they suck that much, Duo, why don't you show them how it's done?" When he saw Duo's eyes light up, he knew he had made a terrible mistake.
"Fuck yes! You're right, Quatre! I'm gonna do it!" Duo cried, and Trowa resisted the urge to bang his head on the table. Quatre patted his love's hand reassuringly.
"Are you sure, Duo?" Quatre asked, but Duo was already off, weaving his way through the tables toward the announcer.
"I have a bad feeling about this," murmured Trowa as Duo started gesticulating wildly at the man.
"Maybe it will help cheer him up," suggested Quatre hopefully.
Trowa slumped in his seat. "Or maybe he'll get arrested."
Quatre ignored this comment.
Duo had disappeared backstage; the announcer reappeared onstage. "We have one more amateur tonight, and he insists he's going to make you forget about all the others. Let's see if his dancing lives up to his attitude, shall we? Here is our last performer of the night. Please welcome... Shinigami!"
Heero froze at the bar, his back to the stage. No. It couldn't be. He was afraid to turn around. It was impossible; but who else would call himself that? He turned slowly; there was a figure on the stage, back to the audience, in the shadows. He couldn't tell.
The song began, a voice singing, then a hard, driving beat. The person on stage began to move, swaying to the beat.
/Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!/
Heero groaned inwardly; that was one of Duo's favorite songs. There was no way it wasn't his longhaired partner. He knew he should get away, take a break, get to the back; it was a miracle he hadn't been spotted already. But he realized with a sinking feeling there was no way he was going to do that. He had to watch Duo dance and strip. He cursed his weakness, but there was no way he was going to miss this show; it would probably be the only chance he would ever have to see Duo this way. He tried to move closer to the stage while staying in the shadows. The boy onstage danced as he turned, slowly, letting everyone get a good look at his slim body. He wore a hat, so it looked like his hair was short, but Heero would know that body anywhere; he had spent enough hours surreptitiously watching and fantasizing about Duo. He could see Duo's face now; the boy was swaying his lithe hips sensuously, singing to the words he knew by heart.
/Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?/
Duo shrugged off his leather jacket as he danced, leaving him in just his cutoff shirt and tight black jeans. Heero noticed then that Duo had already taken off his boots; the longhaired boy must really be serious about stripping. Heero clamped down on his body's physical reaction to what Duo was doing; getting hard in this tiny outfit would not be a good idea.
/Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night/
Duo thrust his hips seductively; there was no doubt as to what he was insinuating with his movements.
/Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah/
Duo spun across the stage, dancing like he was born to it, and as he did he slipped off the small shirt, stretching his arms up over his head as he did, stretching for effect. Heero tried not to drool. Duo allowed the shirt to tangle in the hat, and as the shirt came off, so did the hat; Heero could hear the audience gasp as Duo's beautiful hair spilled out, cascading around him perfectly.
/Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up/
Duo owned the stage, working the crowd, dancing his heart out. Hips swaying, hair caressing him seductively, Duo looked like he was having a great time. Running his hands over his body, Heero almost moaned as Duo sang the next lyrics.
/Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah/
Duo found the pole at the center of the stage; swinging from it, he made a complete circle before straddling it and thrusting against it as the next words came.
/Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up/
Heero held his breath as Duo faced the stage once again, obviously loving the response of the crowd as he toyed with the button on his jeans. He smiled, and sang,
/You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more/
He eased the zipper down slowly, then turned around, bending over as he wiggled out of his pants.
/Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah/
Duo whirled around, pants gone, and buried his hands in his hair, throwing his head back and forth, dancing to the driving beat, as the audience screamed its approval. Heero almost drooled at the longhaired boy, now clad only in a black g-string that bulged promisingly. Heero leaned against the wall, breathing fast, trying desperately to keep his body under control.
Duo ran his hands over his incredible body, teasing himself and the audience with his movements. Heero couldn't take his eyes off Duo; he knew he had to get away soon. He was half hard; fully hard, and he wouldn't fit in the small bikini any more.
/You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet/
That was it; Heero rushed blindly toward the backstage area, ignoring customers and everything else in his haste to get away. The song was finishing, and he had to get back to work soon, or his cover would be blown. The crowd was screaming for Duo to take it all off.
/Do you take sugar? one lump or two?
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me
Oh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
Get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me
Ooh
Pour some sugar on me
Yeah! Sugar me!/
Duo was having the time of his life; he couldn't believe he was up on stage, almost naked, dancing for all these people. He just wished it was Heero watching him; he wanted nothing more than to feel the other boy's eyes and hands all over him. He loved the cries of the crowd, but he had no intention of taking everything off, except for Heero. Except the cobalt-eyed boy didn't know he existed, at least that way. The song was ending, and he saw the announcer stepping up on stage, motioning him toward the backstage area. The man whispered that he could change in the dressing room, and come back out for the voting in a few minutes. Duo nodded, gathering up his clothes and exiting the stage to the dismay of the crowd, who wanted more.
Duo walked backstage, looking at the doors, searching for the dressing room. He wasn't looking in front of him, didn't realize he wasn't alone.
Heero was walking blindly, glancing back over his shoulder, to make sure no one was following him. He needed to be alone for a few minutes, to exorcise the longhaired demon that had entranced him. Suddenly he collided with something warm and smooth and... Duo.
Duo squeaked with surprise and dropped his clothes when he ran into someone; his head whipped around and he stared into wide cobalt eyes. He backed up a step, and briefly forgot he was standing in front of the Perfect Soldier dressed only in a g-string; Heero wasn't wearing much more. And the other boy's body... his g-string was getting smaller as his eyes roamed over bronze flesh. Muscled planes, that led to a bulging, small bikini bottom; Heero's body was as perfect as in his dreams. Duo dragged his eyes back up as he registered that Heero was very clearly aroused. "Heero?"
Heero had been trying to flee the vision of Duo, and here he was, in the flesh, and so much of it; up close the longhaired boy looked even better. Hair loose, cheeks flushed, body nearly naked, Duo was clearly happy to see him; as Heero's eyes helplessly took in the sight before him, his body reacted even more as he noticed Duo's arousal. His hormones took over; blinding passion was all he could feel.
The two boys stared at each other for a long moment. Then Heero had had enough of waiting; disregarding the consequences for once, Heero threw caution to the wind and stepped forward so that their bodies pressed together. Duo, stunned, stood still and silent. Then Heero pressed his lips to Duo's in a passionate kiss. Duo's mind reeled; but his body had no problem. He kissed back, eagerly, pressing back against Heero's hard body. Heero brought his arms up, pulling Duo even harder against him, their hot skin pressing together, arousals meeting. Duo gasped as he felt Heero's hard cock against his; he thrust his hips in answer, and Heero moaned. "Duo... you're so sexy... want you..."
Duo smiled. "You caught my show?"
Heero nodded, rocking his hips against Duo's. "You're incredible. You need to give me a private performance."
"Anything you want, Heero," Duo replied, meaning every word. His words turned into a moan as Heero's hands dropped lower to caress Duo's ass, bare in the g-string. Heero ran his hands all over, his fingers following the string between the globes. Duo moaned louder as Heero's fingers brushed over his sensitive entrance, and he thrust forward, grinding his erection into Heero's. "Anything."
Heero's hands tightened on Duo's body. "Dressing room. Now." And he led them to the small room. Duo caught only a glance of a mirror, a chair and a small couch before Heero had him against the wall, ravishing his mouth and body. Duo abandoned himself to the sensation, his tongue sparring with the other boy's and his body aching for more of Heero's heated touch. Heero broke the kiss, both boys gasping for air. "Do you want this, Duo? Tell me before I can't stop anymore."
"Yes, Heero, I want this. I want you. I've wanted this for so long," panted Duo, running his hands over the body he desired, finally. He slipped his hand between their bodies, seeking Heero's hard length. He found what he sought, the firm flesh hot beneath the small briefs. He squeezed, and Heero growled, thrusting into his hand.
Heero claimed Duo's mouth once more in a savage kiss, then he was pulling Duo over behind the couch. He stood behind the longhaired boy, running his hands over the lithe body, and Duo realized he could see both of them in the mirror. He moaned as he watched Heero hook his fingers in the waistband of his g-string, and ease it off quickly. His dripping arousal sprang forth, free at last and aching to be touched. And touch it Heero did; wrapping his fingers around the hard length, he soon had Duo gasping as he stroked roughly. The combination of Heero's hands on him and the view in the mirror was driving Duo insane. But as much as he enjoyed it, he could feel Heero's insistent erection poking him in the back and he wanted something else.
"Heero," moaned Duo, "Fuck me, oh god, fuck me please... need it..."
Heero's arousal pulsed at Duo's words; there was nothing he wanted more than to bury himself in that sweet body. He didn't bother to answer; he just pushed the other boy forward so he was bending over the back of the couch and he spread Duo's legs with his own. "Don't move," he whispered, and stalked over to rummage through the cabinet next to the mirror. Finally he found what he was looking for: a jar of what must have been Vaseline. Duo didn't care; he just wanted Heero. Heero stood in front of Duo and stripped off his bikini bottoms, and Duo licked his lips. Heero was bronzed and perfect, muscled and hard for him. Then Heero was behind him again, and those hands were touching him, spreading him open, seeking out his hidden entrance, and an oiled finger slipped in. Duo gasped and pushed back, welcoming the intrusion. Heero slid in another finger, then another; Duo moaned louder, demanding more. Then the fingers were gone, and Duo whimpered; then he felt Heero's hot arousal in their place, pressing against him, not entering but just teasing.
Duo raised his head and had a perfect view in the mirror of Heero behind him, poised to take him. Their eyes met in the mirror and Duo was struck by the burning lust in those beautiful eyes. The fact that Heero wanted him this much turned Duo on even more; mutual lust finally about to be consummated. Heero looked at him and said, "Tell me what you want, Duo." All the while the other boy's hard cock pressed against his opening, driving him wild.
"I want your cock in me. Take me, Heero. Fuck me. Hard. I need it. Please!" Duo nearly sobbed, pressing back against Heero, trying to make the cobalt-eyed boy hurry. The position he was in, bent over and spread open, heightened his desire and made him desperate.
Heero groaned at Duo's words, but held himself back. He pushed just the tip into Duo's tight body, and said, before he completely lost his mind. "I'm going to give you what you need, Duo. I'm going to fuck you," he pushed in a bit farther, slowly, teasing them both. "And I'm going to fuck you hard. You're mine, Duo, from this moment on. Mine," he finished, as he thrust all the way in, his lubricated cock filling Duo completely, sliding inside like the other boy was made to be his sheath.
Duo was transfixed; Heero was inside him and it felt better than his wildest erotic dreams. Heero's cock opened him and filled him, stroking his body with absolute pleasure. Duo watched Heero's face in the mirror; his head was thrown back and his mouth hung open, slack with ecstasy.
Heero almost forgot to breathe, the pleasure was so intense. Duo's body gripped him, so tight it was unbelievable, muscles contracting around his arousal with perfect friction. Finally he was buried fully inside Duo; a dream come true, a fantasy come alive. "Duo?" he gasped. He wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting the longhaired boy. "Are... you...ok?" Speech wasn't easy when you were fucking an angel.
"Yes, Heero, it's so good..." moaned Duo, pushing back to shove Heero's cock even deeper inside him. "You're so big... fuck me with that big cock... fuck me hard, I need it so bad," Duo pleaded, gripping the back of the couch and bracing himself.
Duo's words fanned the flames of desire, and Heero pulled out slightly before driving back in. Both boys gasped, stunned at the feeling. Heero did it again, pulling out farther and driving in harder. Duo pushed back, wanting Heero deeper. Heero slowly built up his pace, driving in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder, until both boys were nearly mindless from the sweet friction. Duo held onto the couch, and Heero gripped Duo's hips as he pounded into the longhaired boy. They both watched in the mirror until even that was too much for their overloaded minds.
Duo was screaming, begging for more at the top of his lungs and Heero gave it to him. Duo had never felt like this before, never been fucked by someone he loved. The intensity of emotion added to the pleasure a thousandfold, until he was sure he would die from ecstasy. Heero's cock inside him touched the right spot with every stroke.
Heero's rhythm grew ragged, as the pleasure took his control. He pumped into Duo, each stroke better than the last, until he could take no more. Reaching down, he took Duo's arousal in his hand, stroking it quickly. "Duo..."
"Heero!" Duo screamed, even louder, overcome with sensation. His completion hit him like a freight train, muscles contracting like steel, hot seed pulsing from his cock, ecstasy blinding him.
Heero was suddenly gripped even tighter than before, and he could barely thrust his cock inside the longhaired boy's body, he was so tight. One more thrust was all it took, though; Heero's climax took him, tearing away his control, drenching him with liquid pleasure. He filled Duo with his passion, pulse after pulse of sheer agonizing feeling shooting through him. "Duo, oh god, Duo..."
The waves of climax subsided, and they were left gasping on the shores of passion. Heero withdrew from Duo carefully, and pulled him up. He turned Duo around, pulling him close. "You're incredible, Duo," Heero whispered to him.
Duo wrapped his arms around the other boy, clinging to him in exhaustion. "So are you, Heero. Remind me to strip more often."
Heero pulled back, looking deep into the violet eyes. "I certainly hope so. But from now on, you dance only for me."
The End...
