Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Grace This Earth ❯ A Club ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Grace this Earth 3/?

Author: Anastasia (namida_of_ai@yahoo.com.au)

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Disclaimer: The Gundam guys aren't mine, much the pity. I own Endless Waltz on DVD, and that's only half mine because my brother paid for the other half. No money made.

Rating: M. . . Maybe MA?

Warnings: Language, Heero's POV, OOC-ness, yaoi, AU (Treize is alive, BUT the GW series still happened.) screwed ages - I am not sure how old everyone is now (best advice is to ignore it), Sexual references, Hilde is a bitch in this, (so sorry to anyone who likes her.)

Pairings: (old) 2+H, H+R, 1x2/2x1 ( \/\/_^\/ ), 5x6x13, R+D 3x4

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The whole car vibrated with the bass pumping from the stereo. With a subwoffer as big as the one in this car, though, it was hard to find a volume at which the car wasn't pulsating with every low note. Quatre was beginning to have more money then sense.

The low sounds clamed me, after the contact with the wicked bitch of the west. I can still feel myself trying to get over the shock of her violent reaction to Heero and me. It was like she expected me to come crawling back to her. Like hell I was going to do that. Thanks to Heero and a good, hard wakeup call, I now know what she is really like. Image is everything, no matter the expense to others.

I know that I am getting wrapped up in these dark thoughts but it is incredibly hard to ignore them. Hilde now hates me, I hate her. But just this morning I thought we loved each other. It is really hard to change feelings and emotions so quickly. Feelings automatically go into shock and decide to get bitter and depressed.

I should be happy, ecstatic. I have my dream guy, the perfect guy. Heero is wonderful. He has understood my every emotion throughout the night. When I began to feel uncomfortable or overrun by memories of Hilde, Heero was there, right by my side lending his support and letting me know I wasn't alone.

Alone. . . I shudder and Heero feels it. He leans closer to me wrapping his arms gently around me. No, I am not alone. I don't think I'll ever be alone, ever again, with Heero. I don't want to be alone. I couldn't handle it. I have been left alone one to many times in my life. After the Maxwell church, after the first war, after the Mariemaia incident when Heero was injured; I was left alone. Now, thank. . . someone, I had Heero and I don't think he'd ever leave me now. And I know that I'll always be accepted with Heero. Even though he is still almost as stoic as ever, he attracts people. People love him whether he wants them to or not. And with Heero, because of his acceptance, I will always be accepted. Hell, I might even be able to drop the joker mask once and a while just to give people a glance at me and see if they can truly accept me.

`Ah, what am I doing?! Wake up, Maxwell. You shouldn't be like this.' I shake my head to clear it of my current strain of thought. Bringing myself out of my reverie I notice what else is going on in the car. Treize and Zechs have Wufei pinned between them, trying to convince him that kissing in public /isn't/ bad and it's hardly public in the back of a car with tinted windows.

Wufei never really got over the teachings he had when he was younger. He is still as tradition-bound as ever. Sometimes, when he doesn't think any of the other pilots are watching he lets is `honour' slip. I think it is partially for show now.

Quatre and Trowa are making out - in the extreme, practically screwing each other in the back of the car, sense of the term. I was really hoping that they wouldn't. As much as I loved Quatre and Trowa, watching them screw wasn't on my things-to-do list.

Treize and Zechs have finally won over Wufei and they are now getting quite intimate. It seems that the only people not engaged in R rated action is the driver, Heero and myself. To hell with it!

I shift in Heero's grasp. He still has his arm around me, so it is easy for us to quickly embrace. I wrap my arms around him, letting my senses guide me. With my eyes closed I still easily find his lips. He's such a good kisser, very responsive. He softly, almost as if he is unsure, flicks his tongue out over my bottom lip. I immediately respond, parting my lips eagerly. He dips his tongue in and I can't help but battle it. They caress, twining together. I was finding it hard to discern which tongue was mine when the need for air overrode my senses.

We break apart at exactly the same moment. Gasping for breath we look into each others eyes. It's quite a cliché moment with us both looking at each others eyes, trying to prove the eyes are the window to the soul theory. I wasn't aware of anything else that was going on and I am sure Heero wasn't either. Quatre and Trowa could very well be screwing and we wouldn't have glanced aside from our shared gaze.

It's almost as if our minds are in sync. Heero moves forward, closing his eyes at the exact same time I do. Romantic and corny. I smile at the thought as our lips meet. Perfect. How could Hilde even begin to try and break us apart? It is impossible to stop what destiny has clearly planned. It's mine and Heero's fate to be together. With that confidence in my heart, I am somewhat disappointed when the limo pulls up in front of our destination.

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Stepping out of the car, I double take on what I though was going to be the quiet pub that I had been to a few times after a hard time with Hilde. It wasn't the pub. Instead it was a bar, what looked like a dance bar. Everyone else seemed to be as shocked as I was.

Heero bent his head towards me, murmuring, "You know THIS place?"

I cough and reply, "Not THIS place. I thought it would be the pub down the road."

Zechs grabbed Treize and Wufei by the arm, leading them to the door. Two particularly good looking men greeted him there.

"Ah, Mr Marquise, nice to see you again." One of the men greeted Zechs.

"Likewise, Mitchellton. I thought I would show my friends the wonders of you wonderful bar. There are seven of us."

"No problem, go right in." replied Mitchellton, opening the doors and letting a blast of music out.

We followed Zechs up a long hallway, and through some brightly lit doors. They lead straight to a dance floor, the source of the loud, pulsating music. All around gorgeous guys were dancing. It was then it struck me, this was a gay bar!

I could barely suppress showing my appreciation at the dancing men around me. They all were perfectly toned and tanned, their clothing revealing, bumping and grinding against each other. I don't think Heero would approve of the hentai thoughts that were racing through my head faster than I could blink.

Quatre's jaw had dropped and he was standing stock-still beside me. I could see Trowa trying to get his attention out of the corner of my eye, but my thoughts were still too focused on the eye-candy before me.

I almost jumped when Heero made a half slurp, half sucking noise. I turned and found that he was in much the same state as I was. Except he was actually drooling and doing a very bad job of hiding it. I laughed outright at his expression and it broke everyone out of their awe of the men before us.

"Ah, perhaps we should find a place to sit that's a bit out of the way." Zechs suggested, acting as though he was doing it for our benefits. His real motives were easily read behind his eyes - he was jealous! I was willing to bet any amount of money that he had /never/ seen Wufei's jaw that low before in his life.

We made our way through the crowds of sweaty, gorgeous men. I was finding it VERY had to control myself with rippling pecks in my face every other second. I suddenly realised that we must look terribly out of place in our current outfits. We were all wearing dinner suits, of various shades.

I was starting to worry about that when another thought struck me. I was perfectly comfortable with my sexuality now. Before, when I was with Hilde, I would /never/ have even thought of going near a place like this. I wouldn't have even looked twice at a guy lounging on the beach with nothing but Speedos [1] on. Now, I was openly drooling over men.

Perhaps it was a change that Heero brought about. He always said to follow your emotions. Now, every fibre of my being was following my emotions and it was getting slightly uncomfortable. Not in any emotional sense. It was more in the `ouch-I-never-knew-my-pants-were-so-tight sense'.

Heero came up next to me; his breathing betraying the fact that he was hard pressed controlling himself in a room full of stunning men. Quatre and Trowa were talking in annoyed voices to each other behind us. Trowa was annoyed at Quatre, declairing that he was unfaithful, among other things. Quatre was denying everything Trowa was saying, and then gave up - something to watch out for if ever arguing with Quatre.

I heard Trowa gasp behind me and turned to see Quatre grinding against Trowa's hips. He had a malicious little smile on his face as he watched Trowa lose control. We were on the edge of the dance floor, so a couple dancing against each other blended right in.

Trowa threw his head back just as the song ended, his enjoyment showing on his face, and Quatre pulled away from him, sauntering over to the table Zechs had just seated himself at. Wufei was in the process of sitting, doing it slowly because of his obvious awe of his surroundings.

"Gentlemen, I do believe we are overdressed for this occasion." Zechs pointed out over the pulsing music as he casually snapped Wufei's jaw shut.

"I think you might be right." I replied, watching in amusement as Wufei realised that Treize was staring at other men.

"Injustice!" Wufei's sudden outburst made Zechs jump and turn slightly in his seat. A good thing, as Wufei then lunged over Zechs and pulled Treize to him, kissing him soundly and passionately. If Zechs hadn't moved, he may very well have received an elbow in the face.

We all could see Treize's eager response, and Zechs' enjoyment in simply watching it. When the kissing pair pulled back, Wufei looked Treize in the eye and glared at him.

"Do NOT look at other men in my presence." Wufei sounded /very/ annoyed. "If you do - none of /that/." He threatened, punctuating his words with an obvious look to Treize's lips. The obvious reference to the kiss and the thought of losing it made both Treize and Zechs pale.

I laughed. "Lighten up, Wu! How about you go get us some drinks?"

"Very well." Wufei replied, getting up. He already knew everyone's drinks from the many other times they had been out to pubs together.

Zechs looked back to us and looked us up and down. I smiled and took off my jacket, and belt, undoing a few of my top buttons to reveal skin. I pulled up my sleaves a bit as well, just for good measure. The others followed my example, Heero shooting appreciating looks at me as he did so.

Just as I was beginning to get embarrassed, Wufei stalked back to our table. He looked mad enough to breathe fire and live up to his clan name. Zechs and Treize immediately turned, getting serious looks on their faces.

"What happened, Dragon?" Treize was the first to ask.

"The bastard over at the bar with the big eyes wouldn't let me get any drinks because he thought me to young. THEN he said he would be willing to give them to me if I did him a favour." Wufei was shaking in his rage. It was obvious to anyone that he would punch the next person to cross him.

"Big eyes? Right." Zechs turned towards the bar, with Trieze close behind.

"I didn't want everyone's night to be more spoilt, so quit it. I didn't act and neither should you."

"When someone crosses one dear to us, it is part of our nature to protect and seek revenge. Be right back." Treize called over his shoulder just before the pair went out of sight.

Wufei came and sat next to us, glaring and muttering about honour, injustice and integrity, all the while eating breadsticks. I couldn't see where integrity fit into the whole picture, but I guess there is no figuring our Wufei.

Trowa had been looking somewhat uncomfortable ever since we sat down, and Quatre was seemingly oblivious. I had no idea that Quatre was such a little tease. Trowa kept throwing Quatre sidelong glances in the hope of catching his attention. I could see that he was reaching his limits, however, especially after Quatre realised that there was a `mark' on his shirt and he would have to take it off.

As soon as Quatre's shirt was off, Trowa stood up, grabbing Quatre's hand.

"Right. You, me, bathrooms - NOW!" He dragged a pleased looking Quatre along behind him as he bee-lined to the men's. Quatre waved at us with a mischievous smile on his face as he left.

"Arugh, can those two go for five minutes without having each other?" Though Wufei did a good job of hiding his jealousy with contemptuous words, it still showed. I smiled slightly to myself at the thought of Wufei wanting to be jumped. It wasn't exactly consistent with his façade.

Zechs and Treize walked back to our table, a bruised bar attendant in toe. They both looked very pleased with themselves, though still decidedly pissed. The attendant looked anything but happy, swelling and blackness around both of his large eyes betraying the reason why Treize and Zechs were so happy.

"Wufei, I believe that Charles has something to say to you." Treize enunciated perfectly, his deep voice not quite hiding his amusement at the present situation.

The injured and sulking Charles was pushed forward by Zechs. He lifted his eyes from the ground to meet Wufei's eyes. Wufei just glared, not moved in the least by the pathetic look of the man who had dishonoured him with suggestions.

"I. . . Sorry. I didn't realise you were of age. I shouldn't have doubted that you were or made any suggestive comments to you. It won't happen, ever again." I could see his Adams apple bobbed nervously as he spoke and his eyes were pleading, guessing his fate if he didn't convince the stern chinaman of his sincerity.

Wufei glared for a while longer before speaking. "Accepted." He said shortly and turned away, now facing me and looking to be engaged in conversation.

I toyed with the idea of letting him sweat for a bit then gave up. Who could resist a practical invitation from Wufei to speak.

"So, /Wuffers/, how are you and Zechs. . . oh and Treize going?" I pointedly looked at Wufei's lovers as I said this, just the let the bar attendant know who exactly he had crossed.

The attendant paled considerably, realising that not only had he incurred what was obviously a prominent member of the club's wrath, but that he had insulted the members lover initially. Basically, not good for him.

Treize gave me a glare for the reference and grabbed the attendant by the shoulder. "Now, I think you know what we want to drink. Go and get it, quickly. And hope that you won't see us again tonight."

The attendant scuttled off, coming back not a minute later with our drinks. I grinned at the thought of how easy getting drinks would probably be from now on. Even though we were all of age to drink, we still looked too young. Perhaps it was all that time in low gravity while we were in space when we were still really young. Whatever the reasons, we all, the five ex-gundam pilots, looked 17 or so.

Heero moved over on the seat slightly. It was a long bench like one so you could get as close as you wanted to the person next you. I turned slightly and saw that he was trying to gauge my reaction. So, I grinned at him and turned, going just slow enough for him to get disappointed before leaning up against him and sighing contentedly. Heero was so easy to tease.

"Itai!" I half yelled has Heero sought revenge and tugged on my braid. "That's not fair. Teasing should be repaid with more teasing." I pouted at him.

Heero smiled slightly then twisted my around so that I was facing him, looking directly into his eyes. "Teasing, huh?" He said as he moved closer to me. I could feel his breath playing across my face, causing tingling sensations wherever it brushed. He moved is closer and my eyes drifted closed of their own accord. I leaned forward and Heero lips just brushed mine. Then he pulled back, suddenly seemingly interested in Zechs and Treize's argument with Wufei.

`That is soo not fair!' I thought to myself. `But. . . two can play dirty.' I hid a smirk at the hentai [2] suggestions that could accompany that thought and moved up behind Heero to hear what the threesome was arguing about now.

"I have asked you before not to meddle in my affairs!" Wufei hissed at Treize, who looked unconcerned.

"Dragon, what is your concern is our concern. We have already discussed this, four times, tonight."

"And each time I tell you that you are both wrong! I would like to handle my own problems, be true to my OWN sense of integrity!" Wufei had still managed to keep his voice down, which surprised me.

Zechs sighed. "Look, Wufei, we don't mean to be butting in on your business, however, we are your lovers and that means we CAN stand up for you. We won't put up with people making suggestive and inappropriate comments to you, even if you will. We need to be true to our sense of integrity as well."

"Indeed. And Wufei, love, wouldn't you do the same for one of us if we were in the same position?"

Wufei didn't answer. Treize seemed to have gotten through to Wufei with his last comment. He sat down suddenly, with his arms folded across his chest with a sulking look on his face. Zechs and Treize were the only two people who I had ever met who could make Wufei sulk.

I resisted the urge to say something and began to concentrate on getting revenge. I was sitting behind Heero, my head on his shoulder, and had been watching the argument. Now that Wufei was sitting I had to think of another reason to get close to Heero.

I reached over, not changing my position and picked up my drink. I sipped it carefully, licking around the edge of the glass once I finished. Heero gulped, but didn't say anything. Then I went to take another sip and dropped the drink.

"Oh, shit Heero. I am sorry! I didn't mean to do that. Here, let me help."

The drink had fallen right on his crotch and I quickly grabbed a napkin before he could protest. I slowly ran it across the spill and down, using just enough pressure to tantalise but not pleasure. Once I had relatively dried Heero's pants I reached down to get the glass. It had fallen right between Heero's legs, which was perfect.

Slowly, I went down, keeping as much contact with Heero as was possible. My arm rubbed against his thigh, followed by my chest. Heero shifted in the seat uncomfortably underneath me. I picked up the glass, then slid myself back up again. I twisted my body slightly so that a more of the buttons on my already partially undone shirt came off.

"Oh, damn. I guess this shirt isn't any good now." I said as I took it off. Heero could barely hide the fact that he was staring intently.

"Maxwell, must we all suffer?" Wufei said, still in a sulking voice.

I poked out my tongue and threw my shirt at him. He caught it and dropped it on the floor. Then he turned back to me with a smirk on his face.

"Though, I must say, you do have a /very/ nice body."

That comment was both a blessing and a curse. Zechs and Treize both sat straight in their places and turned to me, trying to rival the Heero Yuy Death Glare. I just shimmied at them and laughed. Heero turned to me, clearly looking me up and down. He now looked really uncomfortable. Personally, I don't know what he saw in me at that moment. I thought I looked like a try-hard member of the Village People.

Zechs and Treize had both came to the conclusion that trying to kill me with a glare wasn't going to work so they turned to face Wufei. He just ignored them and turned to face the dancing, half naked, gay men on the dance floor. They shared a look and stood together, grabbing Wufei and making their way to the dance floor. By the looks on their faces, Wufei was in for a exceedingly stimulating dance session - and he'd be the middle dancer.

That left me and Heero alone. And I was sure I could torture him some more before he gave in. Or fought back. But I was pretty sure that he'd end up giving in.

"Hey, Heero? Do you mind if I have a little of your drink?" I asked this as I reached over for his drink.

"Hn, sure." He replied, pretending to be uninterested. He wasn't a very good actor.

I grabbed the glass, which had a light covering of condensation and lifted it to my lips. Heero followed my every movement out of the corner of his eye. I only had a little, just sipping at the corner of the glass. It also happened to be the corner which he had drank our of. Then, I let a drop of. . . . I wasn't sure what exactly, slide down the glass. I licked it up, trailing the drops path back to the rim of the glass. I did all this while appearing to be interested in the dancing men in front of me.

Heero shifted in his seat again and I spared a glance to see if I was getting a reaction for my teasing. From what I could see, I certainly was. I smiled again.

Deciding to take a break from teasing for a minute I listened to the music. It was an old song, from way back in the 21st century or something. I tried to remember the name and artist of the song, but I drew a blank because the song had only just began. It was the perfect dirty dancing song, that was all I could remember.

"Christina A. . . Aguli. . . Christina. . . something or other!" I almost yelled as I remembered the song. "Dirrty. I remember now!"

Heero turned so he looked at me straight on and did the `baka' stare. I just smiled at him and grabbed his hand.

"There is /no way/ you can just sit down while this song is on! It is the perfect dancing song." I dragged Heero out onto the floor with me, ignoring his weak protests.

I pulled him to me once we were out on the floor, dancing close up against him. I lifted my arms so that they rested around his neck and pulled him closer still, throwing my head back and swaying my hips against him in time to the music. Heero groaned softly and threw his head back as well, mirroring my movements. I smiled as I felt him do this, knowing that after this song his self restrain would cease.

I pressed as much of my self up against him while still keeping up the semi fast shaking to the beat. I couldn't hide my attraction and lust of Heero in this proximity, so I made it as obvious as I could, rubbing up against his erection, delighting in the delicious friction it created. He moaned, and I increased my pressure and movements.

By the time the song ended Heero was panting and red faced, as was I. I left Heero on the dance floor, pretending that now the song was over, I was done. I could hear him growl his frustration and grumble something about him being a stupid baka.

When I returned to the table our group had claimed I saw that Quatre and Trowa had returned. Wufei, Zechs and Treize were obviously still on the dance floor. Quatre had his head on Trowa's chest and looked extremely pleased with himself. They both had contented smiles on their faces, obviously over their disagreement and. . . passion.

I walked up to them and winked at Quatre. He just smiled back at me as though drugged. Then he saw Heero coming up behind me, his ragged breathing making it obvious what we had been doing on the dance floor. Quatre laughed and Trowa shot Heero a sympathetic look.

"Now, Heero, I think we could safely say that I won the `who's the biggest tease' contest, wouldn't you?" I asked sweetly.

Heero glared at me and looked pointedly at Quatre. Quatre got the point immediately and refrained from teasing Heero as well after gauging the look on Heero's face. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tube of lube.

Throwing the tube to Heero, I suddenly thought about what I had gotten myself into. `To late for second thoughts now,' I though as Heero grabbed my hand.

"I don't think we should call this `tease' contest to a close just yet, Duo." Heero said to me with laughter in his voice as he dragged me in the direction of the men's room.

I gulped and wondered to myself again what I had gotten myself into.

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[1] Ahh, I HATE Speedos. Aren't they gross? Boardies are much better. Oh, yeah, Speedos. They are basically jocks but swimming-style. I don't know if they have them out of Australia. I am an untravelled child.

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[2] Heh, if this isn't the correct use of the word, I humbly appologise *bows repeatedly* But, I know you know what I mean!!! ^_^;;;

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