WARNINGS: RATED M for language, innuendo, shounen ai (YAOI, which means male/male sexytiems)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the boys, the Gundams, the copyrights, or the patents. But the snappy one-liners are mine, all mine (unless indicated otherwise in the chapter notes).

A Night In

Follows "Two out of Three" – Duo POV. Smexy fluff. PWP. Takes place after Duo and Trowa have returned to Brussels and joined the Preventers.

I was going to have him. There were no if's, and's, or but's about it. That ass was mine.

He walked into the room like he owned the place, his hips rocking to the beat with every step. Fuck. My gaze snagged on the thigh-hugging jeans, traveled up to the aforementioned ass of luscious proportions, then along the sexy-as-hell curve of his lower back to the black tank top just freakin' clinging to his torso.

Oh, man. He was lickable. Every damn inch of him.

I watched him move to the beat, the dim lights teasing me with brief glimpses of the curve of a bare bicep, the flat plane of his belly…

Fuck this. I knew my limits and I just could not take it anymore.

I unfolded myself from my seat. I stalked him. Then, when I was within range, I snatched the towel from his hands and tossed it on the floor. His green gaze glittered at me from behind the tousled fall of his partially-dried hair.

"I was using that," he pointed out.

"Use me instead," I growled and leaned in for a kiss. His arms came around me and I was pulled flush against him. Oh God. Yes. I rocked my hips against his in time with the music playing on the stereo until I heard him groan softly.

He broke our kiss and tucked his nose behind my ear, inhaling deeply. "So, can I assume this means we aren't going out to the bar tonight after all?"

I chuckled darkly, "Not unless you want me to do this on the dance floor." I demonstrated what I had in mind, pressing my palm against the crotch of his sinfully tight jeans, and began kissing my way down his neck with little licks and brief sucks. Yummm.

"Are you insane?" he rasped. "What makes you think I'm letting you leave the room before you finish what you've started?"

I chuckled darkly as I backed him up against the arm of the sofa. "That's what I love about you, baby," I told him.

"I'm a man of high standards?" he guessed as his hands found their way under my slightly-too-small, black T-shirt.

"You read my mind."

NOTES:

As you've no doubt guessed, this little ficlet has ZERO bearing on the plot of the TooT!verse. It was just a fun idea that popped into my head: write a scene that reads like a first-meeting at a club or bar and then turn it around.

There are several installments to come (before "Tag and Other Backyard Games" starts) which do have an impact on the TooT!verse: a flashback, explanations, new relationships, new traditions and ambitions, plus LOTS of Duo/Trowa character development. (What? Just because they're an official couple that doesn't mean they can just kick back next to the Pool of Marital Bliss and be eye candy. Although, I must say, that is a lovely visual.)