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Duo was lost in the music. He had always loved music, the louder the better. Dancing was the ultimate; he could become one with the music, abandon himself to it, forget his troubles. And what better way to dance than sandwiched between two gorgeous men? Zechs' strong chest behind him, Wufei's slim hips in front of him, Duo danced, unaware of anyone watching. Dancing like this, he could almost forget the fact that Heero wasn't here.
Tossing his hair back, he laughed out loud, and happened to glance up. And nearly lost his balance. Heero.
Zechs steadied Duo, concerned, then realized the source of the boy's dismay was standing on the side of the dance floor. Duo regained his balance, and tried to keep dancing. But just then, the music changed, to a slow, sexy song. Great.
Duo stood, watching Heero approach as if in slow motion. If the cobalt-eyed boy had looked good earlier, now he looked incredible. Dressed simply yet stunningly, Heero was wearing tight black jeans and a cobalt blue shirt that matched his eyes. The long-sleeved shirt strained over Heero's well-developed muscles unobtrusively. The shirt was open at the neck, and Duo's eyes were drawn to the hard chest he could glimpse underneath. The easy grace with which he moved belied the incredible strength Duo knew was hidden in the compact frame. Despite his anger at Heero, Duo felt his body react to the boy he had obsessed about for so long.
The three stopped dancing as Heero got closer. Despite the other two standing there, it was clear that Heero had eyes only for Duo. Zechs glanced down at Duo to see if the smaller boy looked frightened. He didn't.
Finally, Heero stood before them. Glancing at Zechs and Wufei briefly, he addressed them first. "Excuse me."
Then he focused his attention on Duo, who swallowed nervously, and couldn't think of a thing to say.
"Duo?" Heero's voice almost sounded unsure.
"Yes, Heero?" Duo was proud of the way his own voice was nearly steady. No doubt Heero wanted to go someplace private, so he wouldn't be embarrassed by Duo. But Heero surprised him.
"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, please?" Heero asked formally, holding his hand out to Duo.
Heero held his breath. He knew a public gesture was required, one that would say with more than words that he wasn't with Relena, or interested in her in any way, as Duo no doubt thought. Heero hoped that asking Duo to dance in front of everyone, to a slow song no less, would begin to communicate what he wanted so desperately to say. Not to mention the fact that he ached to hold the longhaired boy in his arms, if only for a brief dance. Duo was breathtakingly gorgeous.
Duo was stunned; this was the last thing he had expected. It turned his world upside down; the ramifications of what Heero was doing started to swirl around in his brain. But Heero... Relena... Duo realized Heero was still standing there patiently, holding his hand out, as if he could wait all night.
Duo lifted his eyes to Heero's and decided that it would be worth one dance, to touch that body just once, to be in those strong arms just once. He nodded wordlessly, and took Heero's hand. Zechs and Wufei stepped back, watching carefully. They didn't want Duo hurt any more, but it was his choice.
Heero let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding as Duo took his hand. He led the other boy to a spot on the dance floor and gently, carefully, drew him into his arms.
Duo resisted slightly, and looked up at Heero. "You don't have to do this, you know."
Heero pulled Duo closer, settling the longhaired boy against his chest and said, "I want to."
Duo surrendered and let himself melt against Heero, trying not to breathe the other boy's scent too deeply. He was nearly lightheaded already and had to keep reminding himself to keep his lower body away from Heero. Dancing was one thing, but he was unsure of the other boy would react to feeling Duo's erection pressed against him. It wasn't easy to ignore his body's insistent throbbing, though, especially when pressed against Heero.
Heero was having a similar problem. His arousal pulsed, reacting to the fact that Duo was in his arms, touching him... All he wanted to do was press his hardness against the other boy, and show him without words how he felt. Duo's hair brushed against Heero, tantalizing him. But Heero wanted Duo to know that this wasn't just about sex, but love. It wasn't helping that Duo felt perfect in his arms, like he belonged there.
So they danced, gathering curious and admiring glances from everyone there. All too soon for either boy, the song ended, and a faster song began. Duo lifted his head and looked into Heero's eyes. He couldn't help but smile. The dance had been some of the best moments of his life. Heero smiled back, amazing Duo, who had never seen him smile before.
"Would you like to find someplace quiet to talk?" Heero whispered. Duo nodded, and they left the dance floor.
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Trowa held Quatre, and the rest of the world ceased to exist. There was music, but they weren't dancing; they merely embraced, and that was enough. Quatre couldn't remember ever feeling this happy, this at peace with the world. Trowa just felt as if he were now complete, a missing piece of his soul fit into place.
"Never leave again, Trowa. Please."
Quatre laid his head on Trowa's strong chest and sighed with happiness, and snuggled as close as possible. He felt Trowa's hands pull him tightly against him. Slowly, ever so slowly, the embrace changed from comforting to something else.
Quatre became aware of the heat of Trowa's body against his, of the smooth glide of muscles beneath skin and the way the other boy's hands touched him.
At the same time, Trowa was realizing how good Quatre smelled; how silky the boy's flaxen hair felt against his arm and how soft his skin was.
Almost without thought, their long-denied young bodies reacted to each other. Quatre felt Trowa's arousal grow against his stomach, and let out a soft moan as his own body hardened to match. No longer held back by misunderstanding or guilt, desires burst into being and were translated to need.
Quatre raised his head and looked at Trowa; emerald eyes gazed back, asking an unspoken question. Stretching up to meet Trowa's lips, Quatre pressed his mouth against the other boy's, and they melted together.
Mouth to mouth, hardness to hardness, the two boys kissed desperately. Their bodies remembered only a night of passion, and urged the two to further heights. Trowa's hands roamed lower while Quatre's hands explored; soon they had to break the kiss because they were both panting.
Quatre suddenly remembered where they were, and looked around quickly to see if they were being watched. He noticed Heero and Duo together on the dance floor and smiled. He wished them luck. He knew how much Duo loved the other boy, and suspected that Heero felt the same. He hoped they could find each other.
Quatre looked up at his love. "Looks like everything is under control here. Shall we go somewhere? My place?" Quatre tried to smile shyly, but started giggling instead. He felt so wanton, just propositioning Trowa like that. Trowa smiled and offered his arm to the blond boy.
"Lead on, my love," Trowa replied, and they slipped out of the room.
Continued in part 15