Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Helping Hands ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Okay, this part has a flashback in which the other pilots make a cameo and pretty much has absolutely nothing to do with the plot. This whole story is, as I have mentioned, based on a dream, and there were certain images I just could not get out of my head, so I included a few of them in this part. I hope you enjoy this part, but, even if you don't, I had fun with it. ^_^

Don't own them, pay attention to the rating I gave this fic, and I tend to shift point of view a lot. Enjoy!

 

Helping Hands part 9

 

 

Duo slowly drifted into wakefulness a couple of hours after Heero got up. He didn't really want to get out of bed, in spite of having slept better than he had in a long time. He just wanted to lie there and replay the dream in his mind over and over again. Naturally, in a very short amount of time, he was extremely aroused.

 

He tossed back the blankets covering his body, raised a hand to his chest, and began caressing himself, tweaking his nipples before sliding his hand slowly down his body. He slipped his hand into his boxers and began stroking his erection, moaning Heero's name as his hand moved faster and faster. Just before climaxing though, he stopped and lay there for a minute, breathing heavily.

 

"Gotta take a shower anyway," he muttered. "Might as well finish this up in there. Less of a mess to clean up that way." He heaved himself up off of the bed, grabbed a clean pair of boxers, and vanished into the bathroom.

 

Some time later, he reentered the bedroom, flopped back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, thinking. "Damn. I can't get that dream out of my head. I haven't been this horny since that night at the club."

 

***FLASHBACK***

 

"Oi, Heero! Wufei! Hurry up!" Duo was standing by the door of their current safehouse, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, practically dancing in his excitement. "I wanna make sure we get a table right by the dance floor!" Quatre and Trowa were waiting with Duo as Heero and Wufei finally joined them.

 

At Duo's insistence, all five boys were wearing black leather pants and boots that came up to mid-calf. Four of them were wearing loose, long-sleeved silk shirts that buttoned down the front, with several of the buttons undone to show a fair expanse of the flesh underneath.

 

Wufei's shirt was pristine white, Quatre's was a soft grey, Trowa was in hunter green, and Heero was wearing a shirt that was a deep, dark red color, the same shade as blood. Duo, who had provided the outfits for the others, had chosen for himself a black mesh t-shirt that showed off his lean, muscular physique, instead of the silk that his companions wore.

 

"Maxwell, you have been hounding us for months, trying to get us to go out to a club with you. Just because we've finally given in to your persistent demands, does not mean that we are eager to get there. Especially not wearing these ridiculous clothes." Wufei scowled at him, indicating his attire.

 

"Oh, come on, Wu-man. You all look great! Besides, I promised not to pull any pranks on you guys if you all came along. Well, not for a couple of weeks, anyway." Duo grinned as Heero joined Wufei in glowering at the braided boy. Trowa's lips quirked in a tiny smile as Quatre laughed outright. The two Asian pilots were not exactly happy about the plans for the evening, but not even they could hold out against a determined Duo. And Duo was definitely determined to get them all out of the safehouse for a while.

 

The five boys went outside, piled into the car that had been acquired earlier in the day, and took off for the club that Duo had selected, with Trowa driving. The club was a popular one, allowing entry to people age 16 and up, with those legally able to drink getting their hand stamped at the entrance. Without the stamp, you couldn't purchase anything alcoholic, which suited four of the pilots just fine. Duo, however, had plans that did not include his friends staying sober. He didn't want them falling down drunk, but he figured that, with a moderate amount of alcohol, they would be able to relax, loosen up a little, forget about being Gundam pilots, and just have a good time.

 

When they arrived at the club, Duo was the first one at the door, teasing and flirting with the girl who was taking money and stamping hands. He leaned against the girl's counter and waited while the others paid the cover charge, hoping for some type of momentary distraction. As he had half expected, it came in the form of Wufei, the last of the group to enter the club.

 

Wufei looked around as he walked in, making the mistake of including the girl working behind the counter in his look of obvious disdain. She promptly took offense and an argument ensued. While Wufei and the girl traded insults, Duo casually reached out, grabbed the stamp, applied it to his hand, and replaced it without anyone noticing, before stepping forward and diffusing the argument.

 

He silenced Wufei with the simple reminder that if Wufei got them kicked out, Duo would not be bound to honor his promise of good behavior. He then turned to the girl and mollified her with profuse apologies for the rudeness of his companion. She hesitated, but was no match for Duo's charm and allowed them to continue on into the club.

 

Once inside, they found a table near the dance floor, and, against their better judgment, allowed Duo to order the drinks, since he was more familiar with the various types of non-alcoholic beverages available. He disappeared in the direction of the bar and returned a few minutes later with a tray of drinks.

 

"Okay, for Quatre we have a pina colada. It's coconut, you'll love it. Trowa, for you, a Long Island ice tea. Heero, Wufei, I got you both Lynchberg lemonades. And, for myself, a Midori sour. Come on, guys, drink up. This place has a two drink minimum, you know." Quatre and Trowa both took sips of their drinks while Heero and Wufei stared at their glasses suspiciously.

 

"This is pretty good, Duo," said Quatre, taking another drink.

 

Trowa's eyes widened and then narrowed as he tasted his drink. "Duo," he began.

 

"Yeah, Trowa, I know. Best ice tea you've ever had, right? Good drink to kick back and relax with." Duo nodded almost imperceptibly at the other three pilots.

 

Trowa's gazed flashed from Duo to the others and back again and he smirked slightly. "Yeah, Duo. Thanks. Good choice."

 

Duo relaxed a little and turned his attention back to the two who had yet to drink. "Come on, guys, what's the matter? I told you, it's lemonade, and you know I never lie."

 

Still looking suspicious, the two boys tasted their drinks. "Not too bad, Maxwell. I suppose it will do," was Wufei's reaction.

 

Heero just said, "Hn," and drank some more.

 

Duo waited until everyone had finished their first drink and started on their second, before trying to get them all to dance. Heero and Wufei both refused, saying that they didn't want to, but Quatre and Trowa allowed themselves to be dragged off to the now crowded dance floor.

 

The two left behind simply sat and watched the dancers and sipped their drinks. Duo left the floor long enough to get them each another refill, and badger them some more about dancing, before rejoining Trowa and Quatre, who were obviously enjoying themselves. Wufei was half-way through his third drink, when two giggling girls showed up at the table and kidnapped him, hauling him out on the dance floor and refusing to let him go until he started dancing with them.

 

Heero, left alone at the table, shook his head and continued to watch. Slightly intoxicated, he almost fell out of his chair when Duo appeared beside him. "Come on, Heero. Please? Come dance with me."

 

"Duo, I told you, I don't want to dance. I'm familiar with ballroom dancing, not that, whatever that is," he said, indicating the people gyrating nearby. Duo grinned.

 

"Well, if that's the only problem, it's easy. All you have to do is move your body to the beat. Just watch the way some of the people on the floor move and copy them. Now, let's go. I'm not taking no for an answer this time." He took Heero's arm and dragged him out of his chair, heading for Trowa and Quatre, who were still dancing.

 

"No."

 

"Heero..."

 

"Not out there. If you're going to insist that I dance, then you had better find some place that's not so crowded."

 

Duo looked around for a minute and then nodded at a raised platform that was temporarily empty. "How about there?" Heero directed his gaze at the area Duo indicated, blinked a couple of times, and shrugged. Figuring that that was the closest he was going to get to agreement, Duo resumed dragging the reluctant, but unresisting Heero, not stopping until they were on top of the platform.

 

Duo began dancing, body moving with a boneless grace that was innately sensual. Heero stood motionless, looking around for a moment, until he focused on a couple on another platform nearby. He began to dance, every bit as graceful as his partner, in spite of the alcohol he had consumed, following Duo's advice and mimicking the movements of the people on the other platform.

 

Duo watched as Heero relaxed and lost himself in the music, knowing that Heero would never let his guard down so much normally and that, as a result, Duo was probably going to die, first thing in the morning. Spying Wufei out on the dance floor, sandwiched between two girls, Duo changed the probably to definitely. He was so busy thinking up ways to escape his friends' anger, that he didn't really notice when the music changed.

 

It got his immediate attention though, when Heero suddenly reached out, wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. Very close. Then, still moving to the beat of the music, he began grinding his pelvis against Duo's. Duo's body kept moving but his mind shut down in shock. He craned his head slightly and, sure enough, the couple that Heero had been watching had started dirty dancing and Heero had simply continued to mimic them.

 

Duo stopped trying to think and allowed himself to just feel as he danced with Heero. He could think tomorrow. Tomorrow, when Heero was bound to come up with all sorts of ways to get even with him for being coerced into dirty dancing with Duo on a platform in full view of a room full of people, including their fellow pilots. Oh, yes, Duo was definitely a walking dead man.

 

***END FLASHBACK***

 

"God, after that dance, I wanted him so badly. It was all I could do to keep from jumping him right then and there. He was horny, too, but that was just the liquor and a warm body rubbing up against him. He passed out as soon as we got back to the safehouse and the next morning, he swore that he didn't remember anything after the second drink. He also swore that if I ever slipped him any alcohol again, he would reconfigure Deathscythe Hell so that instead of bat wings, he'd have a pink tutu. Wufei suggested giant fuzzy pink bunny slippers to go with the tutu. I wonder about those two sometimes.

 

Anyway, Heero wasn't drunk in the dream last night. It was so realistic, too. I keep thinking that it actually happened and that he's going to pretend that he doesn't remember anything again. I know he doesn't know about the dream, but I wonder... After that night at the club, I caught him looking at me kinda funny a couple of times. Maybe he does remember dancing with me and he just doesn't want to admit it. Maybe that dream was a hint from my subconscious, telling me that he really does want me, but doesn't know what to do about it. If that's the case, then it's up to me. Hmmm....first things first. I need to find out whether or not he actually does want me, then I can decide where to go from there." He leapt off of the bed, face alight with mischief, and practically bounced out the door, still wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

 

He passed right by Katherine, who stood there, trying to regain control of her laughter, before following the braided boy out of the room. "Poor Heero," she said softly. "Between me and Duo, he doesn't stand a chance."

 

tbc...

 

 

 

For any one who's wondering, yes, I know the outfits make them sound like a boy-band. That's one of the images I was having trouble getting to go away. Heero and Duo dirty dancing was another one. Deathscythe in a pink tutu and bunny slippers was at the direct request of my beta. As much as she's done for me, I didn't dare refuse. ^_^ If any one is wondering why I have Trowa as the only one noticing the alcoholic content of the drinks, it's because I don't think Quatre and Wufei would have been exposed to such mixed drinks, considering their social standings. Wine, yes, but it can be very difficult to notice the effects of an unfamiliar alcoholic drink, especially if you don't drink often. Heero was deprived, period, so he probably never even had a glass of wine, much less anything else. This is, of course, my opinion, so feel free to disagree. ^_^

 

Read and review please! See you next time. ^_^