Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dance of Angels ❯ Epilogue

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Warnings: sap, little bit of angst, AU, TWT, Lemon, Bondage, nothing else I can think of at the moment.

Rating: NC 17

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3

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Notes: This is a sequel to "Dance With Me?" With the large response to the fic and numerous requests for a sequel/continuation of the fic I have relented and this is the result.. I hope you enjoy it and that it lives up to expectations. :)

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"The Dance of Angels"

February. 2003 ShenLong

Epilogue

The lights went out and Duo quickly tugged Heero from the stage to the wings where their fellow employees and friends were waiting for them, full of praise and congratulations on one of the hottest dances they had ever witnessed.

"You guys were fantastic!" exclaimed Quatre as he hugged them both.

Trowa stepped up to Heero and squeezed his shoulder. "That was a performance I'm not likely to forget any time soon Heero."

Heero looked up at his long time friend, his skin was still flushed from the excitement of the dance and he felt giddy with the adrenaline rush it had evoked, not to mention the reactions he had endured with having his koi so close to him and dancing with him. "Arigato Trowa." He glanced across at where Duo stood still embraced in Quatre's arms. "I think it worked as well. He seemed to be more relaxed out there."

Trowa snorted. "Relaxed! He was down right seductive! He danced with his old spark again Heero, not to mention an added extra."

They both watched the slender youth as he bathed in the after glow of the dance. "He seemed to come more alive with you dancing with him Heero. He used to dance so erotically before and by dancing with him you have given him back that freedom but you have also added something else in there... something purely sensual, magical to watch."

Heero stood in silence. There was no denying the love and attraction that had been present in the shared dance, and as Trowa stated, there was also that extra added touch. They had both been dancing with their hearts and souls and it had shone through in the steps and touches they had shared on stage.

Duo finally broke free from Quatre's embrace only to find himself given a quick hug from Trowa. He looked up at the tall man, the hug an unusual gesture for the lanky guard and he accepted it graciously. "Thank you Trowa." he said quietly. "In more ways than one." Duo wasn't stupid. He had put two and two together and come up with Trowa and Quatre. He knew they were responsible for Heero dancing with him, although he also knew the final decision had been Heero's when it came down to the wire.

Heero found himself with an armful of bouncing blonde as Quatre expressed his enthusiasm in the only way he knew how. "Arigato for all your help Quatre."

"You're welcome Heero. It was worth every bit of suffering through your complaints to see the magic you two created out there and to see Duo regain his confidence."

Treize was next to come forth and offer his congratulations. He once again tried to get Heero to join the group of dancers already in his employ but Heero refused. "I'm sorry Treize, this was just a one off thing, something that needed to be done for the sake of preserving something beautiful. I'm even more convinced now that I couldn't do it for a living like the others do." Heero really didn't want to dance like that again. While he had enjoyed himself a part of him wanted to keep their shared dance as private as possible.

"I won't say I'm disappointed Heero, you certainly can dance with the best of them and the pair of you out there are just electrical. I could almost see the sparks fly. If you ever change your mind please let me know." Treize shook Heero's hand and then went to speak with Duo.

The rest of the stage hands and dancers had given their congratulations and best wishes and had departed to finish off their evenings work. Trowa had gone back out into the club to check the security still present and Quatre had gone with him, promising to find them a table so they could relax and enjoy a drink or two after *that* performance.

Duo finally found himself alone with Heero, the pair of them still only dressed in their G strings, bodies cooling rapidly as the sweat dried. They stared at each other across the expanse of the back stage area before moving silently closer. Their arms wound around each other as lips sought their counterparts and locked. With Duo's lips moving sensuously over his own Heero found his arousal beginning to return. Not that it had gone away completely, and judging by the lump pressing against his hip, Duo's was also returning.

Tongues met and dueled briefly before separating. Panting heavily, eyes bright with the adrenaline of the shared dance still running through his veins Duo rested his forehead against Heero's and nibbled lightly on the kiss swollen bottom lip of his lover and partner. "I think we need a shower my Shugotenshi."

Heero could only moan as Duo pulled away and led them both to the showers. The water was quickly turned on and G strings removed as they both hopped under the warm spray.

"I don't know how you can stand to wear these things." mumbled Heero as he removed the small scrap.

Duo laughed. "You get used to it Heero, and it really isn't that bad."

"Hn. Makes me uncomfortable. That thin strap wedged there."

Duo sidled up behind him and began to rub his half hard cock along the crevice of Heero's ass. "You mean to say you don't enjoy having something between your cheeks Heero?"

Heero moaned at the tease. "Not something that small." he responded and pushed his hips backwards. "I prefer something much bigger."

It was Duo's turn to moan.

They faced each other as lips sought to torment with light brushes, tongues slipping over teeth and teasing inner recesses, all the time stoking the smoldering fires within. Duo's fingers began to stroke lightly over Heero's back, feather touches, enough to excite with the promise of more to come.

Heero let his own hands roam the vast expanse of Duo's skin, re acquainting with familiar territory and reclaiming it as his own. Breathing deepened and shortened as bodies responded with eagerness. Heero's hand ghosted over Duo's hip and slipped between them to coax the rising erection to full hardness, swallowing Duo's moans and adding his own.

Duo's hips began to rock into the gentle touch, enjoying the teasing touches and hoping for more.

The door to the shower room opened and an enthusiastic Quatre bounded in.

Duo groaned and turned his back. Heero growled at the interruption.

"Oh, there you are guys. Hope I'm not interrupting anything but I came to tell you I have a table at the back and the crowds have thinned a little so it's safe for you to come out whenever you are ready."

"Thanks Quatre." Heero said through gritted teeth.

"We'll be out soon Q-man." Duo sighed feeling his arousal beginning to wilt.

"Okay then. I still can't get over how good you two were out there." the blonde continued, oblivious to the fact that the pair had obviously been enjoying each others company and his presence was not required.

"Thanks for that Quatre." muttered Heero as he reached for the soap. He gave Duo a woeful smile.

Duo shook his head and gave a returning disappointed smile.

Heero quickly washed himself off, his own excitement somewhat dampened. Quatre wasn't showing any signs of disappearing in the immediate future.

Duo took the soap and began to wash the make up and remains of the dance from his own body. He would have to have a serious talk with Trowa about letting his lover run free like this.

"All the comments I've heard so far out there have been fantastic. You two were certainly a big hit with everyone. They can't stop talking about how erotic you two looked, not to mention the sexual tension in the air, why you could almost cut it with a knife." Quatre continued his little chat.

"Quatre..."

Quatre looked up, his innocent aqua eyes shining with excitement. "Yes Heero?"

"Don't you have to report in to Trowa?"

Quatre suddenly realized what he was doing. He was in the showers, with two men.... two naked men... two naked men that had just performed a stunningly erotic and sensual dance. Quatre swallowed and blushed. His cock twitched and he felt the restriction of the ring. He shifted slightly in embarrassment, the plug moving in him as he did so and reminding him of his *master* "Umm... sorry guys. I wasn't thinking. I'll see you when you come out then." Quatre blushed and quickly exited.

Heero turned back to Duo who was rinsing the last of the soap from his body. "Come on koi, lets go back to the dressing room, it's more private there."

Duo turned the water off and took the offered towel. He pressed a kiss to Heero's lips. "Thanks lover. Quatre means well but sometimes he just doesn't think."

Heero secured his own towel around his hips. "I guess I will have to speak with Trowa about his timing." Heero gave an evil smirk.

Duo shivered. "I'm sure Quat would appreciate that." he winked.

They left the showers and headed down the passage way to Duo's dressing room. Once inside Heero shut the door. He was pleased to note that Quatre had brought his bag over from the other room he had changed in earlier and that his clothes were there waiting for him.

Duo removed the towel from his hips and began to dry off his torso, a pair of hands snaked around his waist and he felt Heero's reawakened erection pushing against his ass. He wriggled in invitation and then groaned as he felt Heero's fingers trace the line of chestnut hair from his navel to the base of his cock.

Heero began to nibble along Duo's neck as one hand drifted north to tease at a nipple while the other drifted south to run through the damp curls that nestled at the base of Duo's manhood.

Duo closed his eyes, the towel dropped from his nerveless fingers as his sense of feeling took over, enjoying the teasing touches to his skin. His hips once more began to rock as Heero's hand made a warm tunnel for him.

Heero continued to pinch and twist at Duo's nipples, alternating between the two. He sucked lightly at the joint of Duo's neck and shoulder while his other hand stayed still, just holding lightly enough for Duo to pleasure himself in at his own pace. His own cock throbbed heavy and his hips began to move and rub along the cleft of Duo's gorgeous rear.

A knock at the door jolted them back. Duo gave a frustrated moan and Heero growled.

"Who the hell is it!" Heero snarled, annoyed at being interrupted yet again.

"It's Davey, I got all your bits and pieces here. Can I come in and drop them off please."

"Just a moment." Duo replied. He gave Heero a rueful smile and reached for his black jeans, slipping them on and doing them up with difficulty.

Heero shook his head. "I don't believe this." he muttered under his breath as he reached for his own pants and persuaded his aching cock to fit inside and dodge the bite of the zipper.

Duo made sure Heero was decent before calling out to Davey to enter. Davey came in, arms loaded with their capes, shirts, pants and not to forget scepter and scythe. "Where would you like it?" he asked.

"I was about to have it on the couch before being interrupted yet again." Heero murmured, loud enough for Duo to hear but not Davey.

Duo snickered. "Just dump it all there Davey." Duo motioned to the couch.

Davey did as requested. "You guy's sure were hot tonight. I haven't seen a dance that erotic in ages." Davey enthused.

"And you're not likely to again for some time." growled Heero.

"Huh?" Davey's eyes widened a little.

Duo stepped in. "Take no notice of Heero, he's a little worn out from the dance Davey. Thanks for bringing the stuff back though."

"No problem Duo. I guess I'd better be going then." Davey turned to leave.

Duo escorted his to the door. "I'll catch you later Davey."

"Sure Duo." Davey left and Duo went to close the door.

"Shit!"

"What is it Duo?" Heero walked across the room to where Duo was still standing at the door.

Duo sighed. "I guess we aren't gonna get any satisfaction until we get home Heero."

"Why?" Heero's voice was dangerously low.

Duo inclined his head to the still partly open door. "Quat is on the prowl."

Heero gave a frustrated sigh. "Looks like it."

"Never mind Heero. I'm sure we can more than make up for it when we get home."

"Hai." Heero's eyes gleamed with that thought.

"C'mon then, lets finish getting dressed and have a few drinks with the admirers, the sooner we do that the sooner we can leave and get down to some serious mattress dancing." Duo smiled.

Heero placed a kiss to his koi's lips. "Okay. I think I'm up for a bit of the horizontal tango."

"Why my Shugotenshi, I do believe you are flirting with me." Duo said in a falsetto and batted his eyelashes.

"You had better believe it. Now that I have the famous Shinigami under my spell I am not about to release him anytime soon." Heero's lips found Duo's neck.

Duo moaned. "If this is life then I'm all for living it baby."

~ oOo ~

The club was loud after the relative quiet of back stage. It took Duo and Heero a full half an hour to get from the back stage door to the table that Quatre had reserved for them. Everyone, it seemed wanted to express their delight and admiration to the two young men. Finally they made it and slipped into the booth. Quatre was already there, having gotten through the crowds with much more ease, sipping on a lemonade while he waited for Trowa to join him as well as Heero and Duo. He looked up as they slid into the seat.

"Trowa should be here soon." he said, eyes lighting up with the thought of his lover.

"Hn. I'll warn you now Quatre, we aren't going to stay long. We're both tired and want to head home soon." Heero spoke in a low tone.

Duo seconded the motion. "It's been a rather unusual night I think."

"So, going to run away from all your adoring fans then?"

The three looked around sharply and then smiled as Trowa slid next to his lover. Trowa kissed Quatre briefly before turning his attention back to the pair opposite him.

"We're tired Tro, besides I don't think Heero here is too fond of all the attention." Duo teased.

Heero looked up.

"Oh? I didn't know you avoided the spotlight Yuy, in fact you seemed quite at home in it earlier." Trowa managed to say keeping his face straight.

"The kind of attention I like keeps getting interrupted." mumbled Heero.

Trowa shook his head in amusement. "Okay, stay long enough to make an appearance for your fans and then we will all call it a night I think."

Quatre squirmed a little with the thought of going home soon. His cock ached maddeningly and the plug tormented his every move. The dance he had witnessed had only served to tease him further and for a while there he had thought the ring wasn't going to hold his release for much longer either.

"You okay there Quat?" Duo asked as he sipped at his drink.

"F.. f..fine Duo." Quatre went a nice shade of red.

"I think someone needs a lesson tonight Tro." Duo winked. "He interrupted what was starting to become a very nice make out session in the showers earlier."

"Oh he did, did he?" Trowa arched an eyebrow and stared at his blonde.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't know they were um... well you know..." Quatre spluttered in defense.

Duo laughed. "Its okay Quatre, I'm only teasing."

The next hour passed relatively calmly. The four got up to dance occasionally and enjoyed a few more drinks together. People were still stopping by their table to offer congratulations, job offers and phone numbers, the latter two of which were politely refused. The odd admirer asked for an autograph or photo and a couple even approached with the request to dance, the autographs and photos were granted... the dances were not.

The music was slow, the lights dim and Heero held Duo close to him. Duo's head rested against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist while Heero's hands were curled, one around Duo's shoulders, and the other running through Duo's thick locks. He rested his chin on the top of Duo's head and closed his own eyes, swaying lightly to the soft romantic music. His mind played back the scene of their dance and he felt an overwhelming sense of peace steal over him. He had done it. He had danced with Duo and proven to himself that he could do it. He had also achieved his goal of returning to Duo the love of the dance he had temporarily lost.

Duo's eyes flickered open and a puff of air escaped his lips as he snuggled closer to Heero. He was still on a high, not wanting to come back to earth yet. His mind continuously supplied him with the images of Heero in his outfit, Heero removing his outfit, Heero dancing with him, making love to the crowd with moves so sensual they drove Duo's own appetite to the limit.

The music slowed to an end and Heero dropped a kiss to his lovers crown. "Ready to go home?"

Duo squeezed. "Yeah."

They made their way back to the table where Trowa and Quatre were locked in an embrace.

"We're heading home." Heero informed the pair.

Trowa pulled away and looked up. "Okay Heero. About time we set off too I think. The club will be closing in an hour anyway and my shift finished half an hour ago so no reason to stay."

"Good night then." Heero bowed slightly.

"Night Heero... Duo." Quatre smiled.

"Night Q. Behave yourself, and Tro, don't be too hard on him will you?" Duo grinned.

"Good night. I promise not to make him suffer.... much." Trowa gave an evil grin.

Duo laughed and Heero rolled his eyes. "Let's go." he said to Duo and took his loves hand.

They went back to the dressing room and retrieved their bags before moving out to the car and climbing in. The cool crisp air of the evening refreshing their minds and clearing away the remnants of the clubs smoky air from lungs and clothes.

~ oOo ~

Trowa stood and pulled Quatre with him. "Time for us to go as well. I still have your punishment to deal with."

Quatre moaned. His cock had been hard and throbbing all night, the plug brushing inside him increasing the torment. His balls felt hard and he knew if he wasn't allowed to come soon he was going to be in agony.

Trowa drove fast but carefully back to their apartment. He parked the car and they went up in silence. Unlocking the door Trowa flicked on the light switch and closed and locked the door behind them. Quatre stood facing him and expectant look on his face.

Trowa licked his lips and felt his own groin beginning to swell. He had tried hard all night to keep the mental picture of his lover ringed and plugged and the fun they would share from his mind but it hadn't worked all that well. When Heero and Duo had danced together, having the blonde siren attached to his hip throughout the erotic dance had only served to frustrate him more. Noticing the teasing touches and moves the pair on stage were doing and his koi rubbing against him as they watched from the wings, had tested his self control to the breaking point. It was all he managed to do to stop himself from ravishing Quatre back stage.

Quatre knew what a hard time Trowa had suffered throughout the evening. The dance had started it and then Quatre hadn't helped either, making sure to tease his lover whenever he got the chance to. He thought it fair pay back seeing as how his *master* had ringed and plugged him, knowing it would drive him wild with lust.

"Strip."

The command jolted Quatre from his musings and he automatically began the task of removing his clothing. Once naked he stood before his *master*, legs slightly spread and head bowed. His cock stood proudly to attention, the pre cum still oozing from the tip and the glint of metal at the base of the shaft.

Trowa licked his lips. "Undress me." he managed to say.

Quatre moved gracefully across the room to Trowa. He made sure to sway his hips in invitation as he went. His hands reached out and he removed the tie. Then he began to undo the buttons of the regulation, security company shirt. He pushed it back off broad shoulders and let it catch on Trowa's elbows. He looked up into emerald filled with lust and leaned into the bronzed chest before him. A quick swipe of his tongue over a nipple before he tugged at the shirt and pulled it completely off Trowa's arms and let it fall to the floor.

Trowa shivered as his shirt was removed and the blonde's tongue teased his sensitive flesh. He let go a soft moan as the pads of skilled fingers passed over his abdomen to rest at the buckle of his belt.

Quatre quickly undid the belt, and the zipper and button of the pants soon followed. He slipped his hands inside and began to ease the stiff fabric over his *masters* hips to slide to his knees before pooling at ankles. Boxers followed the same route and Trowa stepped out of them.

The two nude men stood facing each other, erections hard and weeping, then Trowa stepped forwards and the heads of their respective cocks touched and traded tears of joy.

Quatre gasped at the sensations as they ran through his sensitive nerves, his knees nearly buckling with the pleasure the simple touch gifted him. He moaned his appreciation.

Trowa wrapped his arms around his lover and drew him close, his lips found Quatre's and began to kiss, softly at first and then deeper as the passion mounted. Tongues dueled and tangled as familiar territory was explored, sweet spots tortured and stroked as desire reached higher levels.

Panting, Trowa broke the kiss to surface for air. He continued to swipe his tongue across Quatre's lower lip as he tried desperately to control his body's urges. He needed his relief now, the torment of the evening having driven him nearly mad with need. If he was feeling this desperate he could only begin to imagine the torment that Quatre must be suffering. He smiled to himself. Time for a little fun.

Quatre was in heaven and hell at the same time. He ached to be touched, to be allowed to come and yet he wanted this to last as long as possible. He found himself scooped up into Trowa's strong arms, carried through to the bedroom and deposited on the large bed. He stayed still as he watched Trowa's next moves. A trip to the closet, a flash of metal and Quatre turned to jelly.

Handcuffs...

His biggest weakness.

Trowa snapped the bracelets around Quatre's wrists and then to the metal of the headboard. Now his *slave* was secured. Trowa took a moment to observe his sweating aroused lover. The pale skin standing out in sharp contrast to the dark green of the comforter, the slender form belying the strength inside. While Quatre might appear to be delicate on the outside he was in fact quite strong and able to take care of himself. Trowa had seen to that by teaching him some very useful self protection techniques.

"Like what you see?" came Quatre's husky voice.

"Mmmm... Very much so but I still think there could be an improvement." Trowa tapped a finger against his chin as he pondered the man on the bed. "I know." he said as he reached above and to the side of Quatre. He took a pillow and lifted the Arab's hips, sliding the pillow underneath. He then moved back to the closet and disappeared inside for a moment.

Quatre watched through lidded eyes as his lover returned, his attention focussing on the long elegant shaft that bobbed hard between Trowa's thighs as the taller man walked. He couldn't help the shiver as he saw what Trowa had. A soft rope.

Trowa knelt back on the bed and carefully tied the rope around Quatre's ankles, he then pulled the ankles back and apart towards Quatre's thighs where he secured them. Another length of rope was added and secured to the bed frame.

Quatre found himself completely unable to move. His hands attached with the handcuffs to the bed head, his knees pushed up and open, ankles tied to thighs and held in place by the rope passing to the bed frame. He felt open, exposed, vulnerable, wanton and unashamedly turned on by his position.

Trowa sat back on his heels and appreciated the view. "Now I can do anything I want to you and there isn't a thing you can do about it." he stated in his calm alto.

Quatre tested the bonds and found Trowa's words to be true. He moaned.

Trowa leaned forwards and blew a cool stream of air over Quatre's arousal, he smirked as the organ twitched. He leant forwards and began to kiss and nip his way along Quatre's collar bone and down his chest. His tongue darted out to lick and swirl as he discovered all Quatre's weak spots once more and exploited them ruthlessly. Finding a pink nipple he began to suckle like a babe, flicking his tongue over the hardened nub and biting softly.

Quatre was unable to do much else other than writhe and moan under the attack. His cock felt so hard and heavy he thought he would burst.

Trowa left his attentions and continued his journey south over smooth stomach muscles that trembled under the feather kisses and heated breath until he found the line of golden hairs that led to paradise. He nuzzled the patch of curls, brushing his cheek against the throbbing shaft as he buried his nose and inhaled the sweet scent of his lover, a scent that was ultimately Quatre.

Quatre tried his hardest to buck his hips and draw Trowa to where he craved the touch the most but the restraints held him firm. He whimpered in frustration. "Please Trowa... I need you."

"Hush... have patience my slave." Trowa continued his explorations. His tongue licked up the sensitive inner thigh, nipping lightly from time to time then bathing in apology. The musky scent of Quatre invaded his olfactory system and promised to drive him over the edge. He shifted his body slightly and placed his tongue on the sensitive patch of skin behind Quatre's balls... and licked.

Quatre shot upwards, as much as the bonds would allow as the jolt of pleasure raced through his already tense system. He cried out for more, for the torment to stop, for Trowa to fuck him, let him come, but it fell on deaf ears.

Trowa moved his tongue upwards to scrape over the tight, heavy sac. He licked the soft skin and nipped lightly. He was amazed at how hard Quatre's sac was, heavy with his load and drawn tight against his body with the need to release its burden. He trailed his tongue downwards again, over the silky sac, nipped along the patch of skin and then licked along the cleft of Quatre's rear. He reached forwards and removed the butt plug.

Quatre was sobbing with pleasure, the sensations singing along his nerves driving him insane with need. He begged, swore, cajoled and whined but his master would not relent.

Tongue swirled around the tight opening, teasing lightly before plunging inside.

Quatre screamed as his body went into overload.

Trowa licked and sucked at the tiny hole, bathing it in love, lust and saliva as he drove his slave to madness. The ache between his own legs amplified with each moan and cry from his partner and he knew he had to be seated inside that tight warmth now. Reluctantly he pulled away, licking his lips as he did so. He stared at his writhing, panting partner as he reached for the tube on the night stand.

"Ohh please master... take me now, fuck me, I need it, I need your thick cock inside me, I need to come."

It was Trowa's turn to moan. Quatre knew how much talking dirty to his lover turned him on and so he kept it as a means to get his lover to fuck him when the teasing got too much for him to take.

It usually worked.

Trowa quickly coated his fingers and began to prepare the small opening to take his length. He was so aroused himself that he knew it wouldn't take long for him to find his release. He contemplated putting a cock ring on himself in an attempt to make the pleasure last longer, but then dismissed it. While working two fingers in and out of Quatre's tight channel he grasped his own cock at the base and squeezed hard to try to stave off the feeling of neediness. It worked.

Quatre squeezed his passage around the invading digits, trying to draw them deeper. He was getting desperate, his cock was an angry purple and the pre cum dripped steadily from the tip. Trowa's fingers suddenly brushed against his prostate sending sparks off in his head and a stream of come from his cock. "Now Trowa... Now! I need you please..."

Trowa chuckled to himself and removed his fingers. While he lubed his length he dipped his tongue to lap at the pooling semen on Quatre's belly. Satisfied he was coated well enough he left his feast and positioned himself at the quivering entrance. He looked down at his lovers flushed face and eyes lidded with lust.

"Do it!" came Quatre's demand.

With a forward surge of his hips Trowa plunged himself into the tight heat of Quatre's channel and moaned as the sensations rolled over and through him. He paused for a moment, to let Quatre adjust and regain control of the fire that threatened to consume him too soon.

Quatre tightened his muscles to let Trowa know he was ready... he had been ready for ages.

Trowa began his gentle advance and retreat, hips rocking to a dance as old as time, his length massaged by the heat and silky smoothness of the channel that gripped him tightly. His hips began to move faster as strokes deepened and he angled slightly to brush against Quatre's sweet spot.

Another stream of come was forced past the restraining ring as Quatre's mind was blown away with the sudden surge of pleasure.

Trowa couldn't restrain himself for much longer, the teasing of the evening and the foreplay getting the better of his control. He reached between their sweating bodies and tugged at the ring still nestled at the base of Quatre's pulsing cock. He managed to remove it and stared at his lover. "You may come whenever you wish." he stated and continued to thrust with abandon.

The words were like a gift from the heavens to Quatre. The hard cock slamming into him, hitting his prostate from time to time, turning his blood to liquid fire. With a scream he pushed upwards as best he could and released himself. The streams of fluid shot forth to coat heaving stomachs as Quatre's orgasm hit him. Roll after roll of pleasure raced along his nerves as he emptied himself before passing out from the intensity.

With Quatre's release so the passage surrounding him tightened even more and pushed Trowa over the edge. With a roar he let himself fall. The tight muscles rippled along his shaft drawing his seed from him in an endless flow to be buried deep inside Quatre's heat.

Trowa collapsed onto the blonde as he enjoyed the sensations of the after glow, his body trembled as the final waves of pleasure washed over him and left him sated and exhausted. Finally he was able to move and pulled gently from Quatre's body, noting with amusement his little lover was still unconscious.

A few moments later Trowa had the blonde released from his restraints and cleaned up. He pulled the covers of the bed back and placed his lover on the cool sheets before climbing in himself. Drawing the sheet and blanket over their nude forms he hugged Quatre close, a smile on his face as his exhausted slave snuggled into him and sighed happily. He dropped a kiss to the blonde head. "Sleep well my little angel." he said softly before reaching for the lamp switch and turning it off.

~ oOo ~

Heero cut the engine and reached over the seat to grab his bag. Duo did the same. They exited the vehicle and stepped up to the front door of their home. The soft light of the moon illuminated them and bounced off the few remaining pieces of glitter still caught in their hair. Stepping inside Heero locked the door behind them before taking Duo's hand and pulling him close.

Duffle bags hit the floor as arms entwined around bodies. "Alone at last." murmured Heero as he sought to nibble along Duo's neck.

Duo tilted his head and sighed. "Yeah... For a while there I thought we were destined to be surrounded and interrupted for the rest of our lives."

"Never." growled Heero. "I would find a way to get you alone my Shinigami."

Duo's hands began to slide under Heero's shirt and rub gently over the heated skin. He moaned as Heero continued to feather kisses and nips along the column of his throat. "Thanks for dancing with me koi, I know it took a lot for you to do that and I really did appreciate it."

"Then show me how much you enjoyed dancing with me." Heero's voice was thick with lust.

Duo groaned as he felt his groin swell. He tugged at Heero's shirt and as Heero raised his arms so he pulled it free. Hooking a finger in the front of Heero's pants he began to walk backwards, gently pulling Heero with him towards the bedroom.

Heero followed, his eyes lidded with passion, his body burning with desire. They reached the bedroom and Duo paused to slide his hands around Heero's waist and kiss him once more. Tongues roamed freely as lips caressed and moved against their opponents with practiced ease. Breaking for air Duo released his lover and removed his own shirt. Pale skin was tinged with a pink flush of excitement and highlighted by the soft glow of the moon that filtered in through windows, curtains having yet to be drawn.

They sank to the mattress, once more locked in a deep sensual kiss as hands ghosted over flesh and stroked gently, arousing the flame of passion even further. Duo rolled Heero onto his back and began an oral worship of the bronzed skin before him. His lips and tongue worked their way over throat to collar bone where they nipped lightly before movign along and licking at the indentation of the throat base.

Heero lay back and relaxed, enjoying the sensations his partner was providing. His cock swelled and pushed against the cool metal of the zipper, reminding him of his lack of underwear.

Duo continued his slow downward trek, kissing and nipping lightly over the strong muscles of Heero's chest as he approached a dusky nipple. His tongue flicked out and brushed lightly over the hardening nub. Heero moaned and arched beneath him. Duo latched onto it and began to suckle lightly, occasionally flicking his tongue and nipping, making Heero writhe with pleasure.

Heero's nerves were singing with the pleasure Duo was giving his heated skin, he craved more, first the eroticism of the dance and then the constant interruptions afterwards only serving to drive him even more insane with need and want.

Duo's body was just as needy as Heero's. The teasing touches during the dance and then the promise of more afterwards only to be stopped, had frustrated him beyond belief. His cock and balls ached madly with the need to find relief and he was determined to get some this time. His mouth left their torment of Heero's chest to kiss over washboard ab's and poise at the waistband of Heero's pants. He licked his lips as he saw the bulge straining against the material and felt his own throb in sympathy. His fingers went to the zipper only to be stopped as a hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked up into Heero's smoldering cobalt.

"No underwear."

"Then I guess I had better let you free yourself." Duo grinned. He knew how painful the catch of the zippers teeth could be if you weren't careful, and given Heero's current state of arousal he didn't wish to be responsible for any damage to that wonderful organ. Besides he was lacking in the underwear department himself and was a little uneasy about extraditing his own cock with minimal damage.

Heero shifted slightly and began the task of removing his very tight pants. He undid the button and gently eased the zipper down. Duo meanwhile had opted to stand and perform a similar operation to his own pants. He moaned slightly as the grate of teeth passed over part of his shaft but didn't catch and then he was free.

Heero gave a sigh of relief as his own cock sprang forth, dripping and hard, with no damage. Pants were quickly discarded and Duo once more lay on the bed partly straddling Heero, his own hardness digging into Heero's thigh as his mouth lowered to follow the dip of muscle as it curved at the hip and passed down to the groin.

Heero reached a hand under the pillow and retrieved the tube of lubricant. He pulled on Duo's waist, dragging the young dancer's rear around and into a partially 69 position, although he was still to the side of Heero.

Duo sensed what his koi was up to and shifted, still keeping his teasing tongue stroking the crease of hip and leg as Heero's thighs widened. He maneuvered himself to straddle Heero's shoulders and looked at the weeping cock before him. He closed his eyes and lowered his mouth, taking just the tip and running his tongue lightly over the swollen head.

Heero's hips bucked as Duo's tongue sent him to overload. It was all he could do to hang on to the little bit of sanity he still had. He looked up at Duo's cock above him and the heavy sac drawn tight beneath. He coated his fingers liberally and as he began to run them along the cleft of Duo's rear so his tongue darted out and swiped along the sensitive patch of skin that separated Duo's balls from his ass. Encouraged by the hiss of pleasure from his lover he began to lick at the swollen sac, teasing with feather strokes and the occasional nip while his finger began to penetrate the tight ring of muscle.

Duo moaned his delight as Heero's finger and tongue worked at him, the pre cum was dribbling in a steady stream from his tip and it was all he could do to stop himself from trying to reach down and stroke his own shaft to gain some friction. Instead he drew Heero's searing length deeper into his mouth and began to suckle in earnest.

A second finger joined the first and began to stretch Duo's passage further. Heero left his torment of Duo's balls and began to lick along the underside of that impressive hardness. He teased the area where foreskin joined the head and chuckled at Duo's mewls of pleasure. He swiped his tongue over the head and tasted the slightly bitter fluid that was leaking in a steady stream. Honey.... that's what Duo tasted like to Heero.

Duo swallowed Heero's cock to the hilt, working his throat muscles and overriding the gag reflex to deep throat his koi like never before. He moaned around the length as Heero tortured his own cock and ass with tongue and fingers. Then Heero brushed his prostate ant the world spun off its axis taking him with it on a wild ride, his hips bucked pushing back hard onto those invading digits and trying to draw them in deeper.

Heero was panting and trembling, Duo's warm moist mouth doing all sorts of wonderful things to his aching erection and he knew he had to take him now. He pulled his fingers from within that silky heat and drew his mouth away.

Duo moaned at the loss and reluctantly released Heero from his mouth. Panting he turned around. Amethyst swirled with a darker hue of desire as they clashed with cobalt filled with lust. Duo took the tube and squeezed the gel onto his fingers, tossing the tube aside he reached for Heero's penis and began to smear the length with the slippery substance. Once coated he shifted position and straddled Heero's hips, he took the base of Heero's cock in his hand and held it steady while he lowered himself, lining the tip up with his entrance and then allowing gravity to take its course. He hissed in pleasure as the thick head penetrated him, the muscle protesting and then conceding defeat as the slick hardness invaded his inner depths.

Heero rested his hands on Duo's hips to steady his lover as his cock was slowly swallowed by Duo's more than willing body. He groaned as the heat and tightness of the passage gripped him and threatened to send him over the edge prematurely.

Duo stilled and allowed his body to adjust to the feeling of being filled by the familiar length. He sighed as his own cock twitched with pleasure, balls brushing against the hard muscle of Heero's abdomen. He clenched and released his muscles a little, savoring the feeling of them enclosing around the heat embedded inside, and then he began to move.

Heero closed his eyes as Duo's inner walls tightened around him, the ripple of the velvet passage surrounding him and torturing the sensitive nerves of his cock, driving his passion higher. Then Duo began to raise himself.

Duo placed his hands on Heero's shoulders to give him more leverage as he began to raise and lower his hips, building up a rhythm and beginning the dance of love. He tossed his head back, slivers of glitter rained down as he began to ride his guardian angel with abandon.

Heero moaned and writhed beneath, his own hips thrusting upwards to meet with Shinigami's downward push. The angle shifted slightly and Heero's tip pulsed against the small gland in Duo's body sending shock waves through the slender form.

Duo was panting, his eyes glazed and both bodies sleek with their sweat. He could feel his orgasm building as each lowering of his hips brushed his sac over Heero's stomach and heightened his pleasure. The touch of Heero's cock against his sweet spot sending him further into mindless bliss.

Heero's hands left the hips he was holding and he raised himself upwards to place them on Duo's shoulders and draw his lover close for a deep and passionate kiss. They clung to each other as Heero's hips continued to snap upwards, filling the other man with his burning shaft as Duo's hips ground down against him. Still locked at the lips Heero pushed a hand between them and located Duo's pulsing member. He formed a tunnel with his fist and allowed Duo to thrust into it at his own pace, the pre cum providing the slickness needed to make the passage of hand over steel velvet easier.

Duo's eyes were closed, his tongue searching every crevice of Heero's mouth as he continued his wild ride. Pulling away for air he rested his forehead against Heero's and nibbled along his bottom lip while Heero's tongue darted out to run along his own upper lip in teasing touches.

"Ohh god's Heero... you feel so hard, so right. I never want this to end."

Heero could only grunt, trying to find his vocal skills as his brain had deserted him and been replaced with pure need and lust. He pumped harder and partook of another searing kiss.

Duo's fingers played the length of Heero's spine as his cock thrust into the warm fist and his ass was repeatedly filled and emptied with Heero's shaft. His prostate was being massaged ruthlessly and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Heero tightened his grip slightly as he felt the familiar ache in his balls and the fire in his groin begin to flare. "Come with me Duo.... Spread your wings and fly with me to heaven."

Duo cried out as he reached for the light. His climax tearing through him as he gave in to it and opened his wings to soar into oblivion.

Heero felt the wash of hot milky fluid as it spurted from Duo's cock to coat his hand and stomach. The fire engulfed him as that sweet passage tightened around his shaft and sent him spiraling after his angel into the realm of bliss. His cock pulsed and sent his essence deep into the body of the one he loved and adored more that life itself.

It was several minutes before either man could move, having collapsed against each other and back to the mattress as they floated with the angels in heaven, enjoying the waves of their climax. Breathing finally slowed and heart rated lowered, Duo raised his head and blinked his eyes. He reached for Heero's lips and drank from them, pouring all the love he could into the kiss. Heero responded with his own tender caress of tongue against tongue.

Duo rolled off to the side allowing Heero's softening cock to slip from his body and slid an arm over his koi's waist. He snuggled his head into the crook of Heero's shoulder and sighed. "Love you my Shugotenshi"

"Ai shiteru my Shinigami." Heero dropped a kiss to the chestnut head. "Forever and always."

Duo cuddled closer, happy and sated. What the future held for them now he had no idea and nor did he care. His lover, his Heero, had danced with him on stage and given him back something precious, his self confidence. He knew he would continue to dance and enjoy it once more like he used to and for that he could truly thank Heero. Whether Heero danced with him again or not wasn't important, the fact that Heero loved him enough to have danced with him once was all Duo needed. With a warm smile on his face Duo drifted off into the sleep of the utterly content.

Heero stayed a wake a little longer, the evening's events still running through his head. He had achieved his goal, he had given his koi back his love of the dance and proven to him that Duo was everything to him. He knew that Duo would once again reign supreme on the dance floor and people would flock to see Shinigami dance... but what of Shugotenshi? Heero smiled. It had been fun he had to admit but he thought it best if he hung up his wings for a while. Shugotenshi would continue to dance... he would dance the dance of life and death with Shinigami.....

....But only for the eyes of the angels to witness.

~ Owari ~