Title: Dirty Dancing
Series: Weiss Kreuz/Gundam Wing
Pairing: Yohji X Duo
Warnings/notes: crossover/AU sort of thing, PWP
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell

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Duo looked at the scrawl on the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. Was that a 3 or an 8? Damn this messy handwriting anyway. It didn't help that it was his, either, so he had no one to complain to. Well, if it was a 3, he must be here. He looked up at the sign. It read: Kitty in the House.

Was this the right place, he wondered? Weird name for a flower shop. But there were definitely flowers in here... How he had gotten saddled with this task, he didn't know. Trowa and Quatre were getting married, and the other three pilots were arranging the simple ceremony. He had been assigned the task of getting flowers by Wufei. Duo had protested, but Wufei had looked like he was about to go into rant mode, so Duo decided to accept graciously and got the hell out of there.

Now, standing outside the shop, he had doubts. He was trained to fly a Gundam, and now he was a commander in the Preventers. What the hell did he know about flowers? He was just reaching for the door when it burst open from the inside, and three giggling schoolgirls bounced out, talking rapidly about some boy. Then they saw Duo, and they stopped, eyes wide, taking in the long chestnut braid, wide violet eyes and slim body. They looked at each other, whispering (Duo was sure he heard the word kawaii at least 10 times) and burst out into giggles again. They were headed toward Duo, who stood with his hand on the door, trying to adjust to the shop's relative dimness, when a deep, teasing voice rang out. "Now, girls, don't go scaring off the rest of my customers. Off with you, now!"

The girls giggled and complied, waving over their shoulders as they went, and Duo breathed a sigh of relief. He walked in, turned to his savior, and said, "Thanks, man. I felt like a piece of meat for a minute there."

Yohji smirked, letting his eyes travel surreptitiously over the stranger; he could be subtle when he wanted to. No wonder the girls were all over him; that hair, that body... Yohji clamped down on his own body's reaction and waved him in. "They're mostly harmless. You should come around more often, so they'll leave me alone."

Duo's eyes had adjusted, and he was doing some mental drooling of his own. He looked up at the tall slim blond, taking in his cropped top, low-slung painted-on jeans... the man had an air of sensuality about him that was almost tangible. His own black jeans felt too tight as he dragged his eyes back up to the blond's handsome face. He laughed. "Uh, no thanks, I'll pass. I'm not into..." he stopped, realizing he was about to admit to this stranger he liked boys, not girls. There was something about this man, and it was affecting Duo. Either that, or he was just really horny. He decided, fuck it, and finished his sentence. He would probably not ever see the other guy again. "I'm not into girls."

Yohji peered over the top of his sunglasses at the smaller man, eyebrow raised. Was this his lucky day? This gorgeous creature swung the same way as he did? How to handle this... Yohji decided to jump right in. He looked around; he was alone in the shop. "Well, that makes two of us, then," he drawled, taking off his sunglasses and looking directly into those violet eyes. His full lips curved up in a sexy smile. He lounged back against the counter. Well, it was true. He wasn't into girls at the moment.

Duo looked back; he couldn't believe this was happening. Things didn't go this easily, you had to dance around and drop hints and tread carefully. The sexual tension in the room increased, as did his heart rate. "So what are we gonna do about it, then?" Duo answered teasingly.

"Would you like to go out tonight?" asked Yohji.

Duo thought about it. He had just met this guy; he was a total stranger. A tall, blond, handsome stranger with a gorgeous body... was there even a question? Duo dragged his mind back to the question and said, "I'd love to."

"Great!" Yohji grinned. "You like to dance?"

"I love to dance," Duo answered.

"I know the perfect place then," replied Yohji. "Shall I pick you up?"

Duo considered. "Well, since I already know the way here, why don't I meet you here? What time?"

"How does 8 sound?"

Duo agreed, and he finally remembered why he was there. He explained what he needed, and ordered the flower arrangements. They finished their official business, and as Duo turned to go, Yohji caught his hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing it softly, he said, "You have no idea how happy I am that you chose this shop today, Duo."

Duo shivered from the gentle caress of the other man's lips on his skin. "Show me tonight, then, Yohji," he murmured.

"Oh, I fully intend to," Yohji smiled, and then they said goodbye, both anticipating the evening.


Yohji and Duo walked up to the club door. A line of people waited outside; the club, oddly called the Cow, was obviously a popular one. But Yohji bypassed the line and went straight up to the bouncer, who grinned widely when he saw the blond, and waved them both right in. The bouncer favored Duo with a lascivious leer as they passed, and he grinned cheekily back.

Duo followed Yohji into the club, admiring the taller man's ass in the skintight brown leather pants. The pants poured into matching boots, and were topped by a vest that hung open and showed off Yohji's smooth chest. The ever-present sunglasses were there, up on top of the blond hair, and Duo thought he looked incredibly hot. Long and lean and cool, Yohji looked like a walking ad for sex, and Duo fully intended to take him up on it.

Yohji led Duo to the back of the club, toward the bar. He walked along the mirrored wall, and surreptitiously looked Duo over in the reflection. The longhaired boy looked even better than he had earlier; that incredible hair was loose from the braid now, and fell in silken waves down to his ass. And what an ass it was; firm and encased in painted-on black pants that hugged every curve. The red sleeveless top and the pants left an expanse of toned midriff bare, and Yohji itched to touch that silky skin.

They arrived at the bar, and ordered drinks; Yohji looked at Duo and said, "Want to dance or sit?"

Duo answered, "I want to dance," and drained his beer in one gulp.

Yohji laughed, did the same, and slid his arm around Duo's slim waist. "Let's do it then." He led Duo to the dance floor. Bodies writhed to the music, an unidentifiable mix of techno, trance and an undeniable beat. Whatever it was, it gripped the two men immediately, and they started moving. Duo looked around, glad to see a freeform crowd that included both same-sex and mixed couples. The only thing that mattered seemed to be the music and the dancing. They moved together, brushing against each other more and more often, their temperatures starting to rise.

Dancing was almost as good as sex to Duo. It was foreplay, and sometimes it was all he got. But not tonight, he was pretty sure. It was kind of refreshing, actually, not to have to pretend. They were just two horny men, and that was all it had to be. Duo's job didn't facilitate romantic involvements. But everyone needed an outlet for tension.

Yohji's life didn't leave much room for love, either, and he wasn't looking for it. Just stress relief, and this was working wonders. Duo was easily the hottest person in the place, male or female, and the two of them were attracting admiring glances from all corners.

Slowly, the two men gravitated closer, and Yohji put his hands on Duo's hips. Duo looked up into Yohji's eyes, and very deliberately ground against him. Yohji gasped, his half arousal firming fully, pressing into Duo's stomach. Duo smirked, and moved so he was straddling one of Yohji's muscular thighs, and he rocked so that the taller man could feel he was affected similarly.

Now that they were both hard and they knew it, the dancing took on new meaning. Yohji spun Duo around so he was pressed against his back. He wrapped his arms around Duo and they moved as one. Duo leaned his head back against Yohji, and he raised his arms in the air as he moved sinuously against him. This position was making him even hotter, and it reminded him of how long it had been since he'd gotten laid. Luckily, it seemed as if his dry spell was about to end.

Yohji finally couldn't take it any more. He leaned down and bit gently at Duo's ear, then said, "You wanna get out of here?"

"Fuck yeah," Duo groaned, and he reached down to take Yohji's hand and he tugged him off of the dance floor.

Yohji led Duo out the back door into an alley. As soon as they were clear of the door he pulled the smaller man hard against him and captured his mouth roughly. Duo surrendered to the kiss, already guessing how this encounter would go, and who would be on top. That was fine. He liked to bottom, if it was to a tall, sexy man like Yohji. He reached and wrapped his arms around Yohji's neck and pressed the length of his body against him.

When the kiss broke, they were both panting. They looked at each other and said at the same time, "Can we go to your place?"

Then they both laughed. Neither of them could bring someone home, not discreetly. Duo looked around at the alley; it wasn't bad as alleys went. "Looks like this is the place then," he grinned, and reached out to unbuckle Yohji's belt. "Why don't you show me what you got for me there?" He left the buckle loose and slid his hand down over the slick bulge in Yohji's pants.

Yohji groaned and pressed against Duo's hand. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, then reached out to grab a handful of the other man's long hair. He tugged on it, and slid his other hand over Duo's ass. "I got what you need, baby," he purred. "Everything you need." He let go of Duo's hair, but not his ass, and reached into a pocket to pull out a small, travel-sized tube of lube.

Duo laughed. "Was I such a sure thing, then?" he grinned. "Or were you just so confident in your own charms?" He wasn't insulted at all; he was glad the other man was prepared.

Yohji shrugged self-deprecatingly. "Hope springs eternal," he said, and pulled Duo in for another deep kiss.

Somehow they ended up against a wall, neither man caring how dirty it was. Duo pulled back, panting, and turned in Yohji's arms to face the wall. He slid his pants down to mid-thigh, spreading his legs apart as far as he could. "Give it to me, Yohji, I need it so bad," he begged in a soft, sing-song voice that was completely unlike his usual confident tones. He was deeply in lust. He braced his arms against the wall and looked back over his shoulder at the taller man.

Yohji could only groan at that sight, and he wasted no time slicking himself. "You ready for this?" he growled, hoping Duo didn't want prep because he didn't want to wait a second more.

Duo figured he probably wasn't, but he could take it. "I'm more than ready," he breathed, bending over to offer himself more enticingly. "Now hurry before some pervert comes to watch." Not that he'd care much, as long as he got to come.

With a soft chuckle, Yohji positioned himself. "They'll get an eyeful then," he promised, and he entered Duo in one smooth stroke. "Fuck," he groaned. Duo was tight. Perfect.

Any smart remark Duo might have made was lost in the shuddering moan that was ripped from him as Yohji slid inside. "God," he gasped, willing himself to stay relaxed. "Feels like you got a telephone pole back there, baby..." He loved every excruciating inch, though. He couldn't help it if he was a size queen.

Yohji grunted as he started to thrust, and hissed through his teeth, "Just 'cause you're so tight, gorgeous.... You like my big cock in you?" He thrust deep and hard, just this side of violent.

Duo loved every second, and he told the blond man that over and over. He also begged for more, harder, faster, until they were both gasping for sir, completely oblivious to their surroundings.

Yohji knew the end was near, so he reached down to stroke Duo's neglected cock. That was all it took; Duo howled like a banshee and came hard, over Yohji's fingers and the brick wall.

Yohji just hung on as Duo clenched around him, then he found his release as well, slightly more quietly but no less intensely.

The two men stood still for a long moment, their harsh breathing the only sound in the dark alley. Then Duo straightened up, wincing as Yohji slid out of him, and he pulled his pants up again. "Wow," he whispered, his voice harsh from screaming.

"Yeah," Yohji said faintly, rearranging his clothing as well. "You ok?" he asked, slightly dazed.

Duo pushed his slightly sweaty hair out of his face, and grinned. "Fuck yeah, I'm great. You?" He was rapidly recovering his usual composure.

"I'm good," Yohji replied, understating the case quite a lot. He offered Duo his arm. "You ready to head back?"

Duo took the proffered arm, and said, "Yeah. But I don't think I'll be able to see an alley without getting hard, ever again."

"You and me both, baby," Yohji smiled.

The End