Title: Tonight is the Night

Pairings/Warnings: 1x2x1, past 1XR, swearing, SEX, this would probably be a PWP if I could write one (but I can't), AU but still set in the after colony timeline (eh, whatevs, I don't know what I'm doing, try not to think about it too much), and hopefully judicious liberties have been taken with the state of the music industry in AC 195

Author's Notes: This is not the kind of fic I typically write. I find this type of thing trite and silly and I avoid it all costs. That said, working on a soon to be posted trilogy is pretty much destroying my brain and this nonsense is a much-needed break from that. I poured it out in one sitting. Just so ya know, this fic is inspired by two things. The first being a radio interview I heard about John Mayer. Okay, it wasn't really about him, but the guy they were interviewing worked with him and the way he described Mayer reminded me of Heero – quiet and reserved and passionate about his work. So while I'm sure the first thing you don't think about is Heero singing "Your Body is a Wonderland," I don't know, after hearing that interview, I kinda felt like I could really imagine it. So if you can't, then you might just wanna hit the back button on your browser now. ;-) The second thing that inspired me is Macklemore's song 'Thrift Shop.' The first time I heard it I started laughing uproariously imagining Duo singing: "I'll wear your granddad's clothes, I'll look incredible, I'm in this big ass coat from the thrift shop down the road." If you can't imagine Duo signing that, then that back button is still there for you. (Although if you can imagine Heero as John Mayer but not Duo singing Macklemore, I'll seriously question your sanity.)

Oh, and the title is from Ludacris' song "Rest of my Life." I'm on a rap/club kick here, bear with me. We'll return to your regularly scheduled program soon enough. I just needed some fluffy entertainment.

ENJOY! (Or don't – no sweat off my back! ;-P)

"Duo Maxwell is supposed to be in town tonight," Wufei joked with a knowing glint in his eyes and Heero huffed, wishing his long time business associate didn't know him so well, knowing he should've never confided his attraction to the perceptive Chinese man.

"And?" he asked coolly, unsure why Wufei felt the need to bring it up – especially considering he'd already heard the rumor and had been planning a strategy to find what clubs he'd hit up in the most efficient manner to be sure not to miss him.

"I heard he's going to be at that club Relena always goes to. Avenue* or whatever." Wufei's nonchalance was a show, Heero knew. Knew that despite the small groan over the mention of his ex, Wufei was pointedly giving him the information in a gesture of kindness and that he should be thankful. "I considered going," he added after a moment of silence passed between them.

Heero shot him a grateful look. The club scene wasn't precisely his thing. It wasn't his image and he'd had his fill of the experience while dating pop sensation Relena Lovecraft. He supposed it wasn't that bad – the clubs he showed up at were exclusive so it wasn't as if he had to deal with random fans off the street, but being with a group of his so-called peers wasn't really much better. It was all a cock show and he'd have to get dressed up and take the Viper** and all that nonsense. An anonymous bar where people didn't give a shit about who was singing the crap piped in on their radio was more his style.

"I don't know what you're going to say to him, though," Wufei pointed out unhelpfully, clearly not thrilled about the idea of going to the club either. Frankly, Heero hadn't really thought he was going to say anything to Duo at all. He intended to just lust over him from afar, the way he had for months now. If the rumors were true and Duo was bisexual, which Heero had often pondered the likelihood of with no concrete decision regarding their veracity, and Heero had somehow managed to catch the braid man's eye, the most he could unrealistically hope for was a one-night stand – and what did they need words for, then?

Heero grunted a reply, knowing that if he told Wufei what he was really thinking his friend would probably back out and claim the venture wasn't worth it.

"Want me to pick you up?" Wufei asked then, letting it drop.

"Let's take separate cars," Heero replied firmly. No matter how low the chance, he wasn't going to risk having to abandon himself or Wufei with no transport if he did somehow manage to get the opportunity to take a romp with the man who'd inspired all his recent wet dreams.

Wufei shook his head slightly and glanced towards the clock in his office. "I've got a three-thirty, Yuy. But I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll be there around ten," Heero replied, standing and exiting the fancy office with his hands in his pockets, considering tonight.

Duo Maxwell was one of the up-and-coming names in rap. Originally from the slums of L2, he'd got his start bitching about the conditions there and making sure people listened. Though his earlier work was politically motivated, his most recent image consultant totally made him over into a polished, sexy, lady's man and his songs did a 180 and started to focus on sex and the club scene. Not that Heero really minded that – it was after all why Duo originally caught his eye as he sashayed his ass across the screen in the video for his first big hit. But the fact that such an incredibly sexy man also had such a dark and twisted past as well as a strong resolve and sharp mind made him all the more intriguing to Heero. He hoped Duo hadn't totally sold out for fame... but he didn't suspect that was the case as he recently noted a news article where Duo appeared at a press conference, donating some large sum of money to a children's advocacy network on L2.

It was a bit embarrassing to Heero how closely he followed Duo since he'd first laid eyes on him. There was no real reason for it – they were in completely different genres, their paths were unlikely to ever cross, they were from different colonies, and they didn't even have any associates in common as far as Heero knew. But after just getting out of a very public relationship with Relena in which he got reamed by the media despite their amiable friendship post break-up, Duo was something of a distraction. The up-beat, clever, and carefree words that tumbled out of his lips lifted Heero's spirit and made him smile when he felt like there was no one who could ever make him smile again. The sway of his hips and the cheeky grin he seemed to always wear assured him that he'd made the right move when he broke it off with Relena before he got any deeper in.

You know there's a problem when a music video of a dude makes you rock hard and your very touchable, very accessible naked girlfriend doesn't – even if that dude's got a three and a half foot braid.

Heero contemplated all of this over a quiet dinner alone in his apartment, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him. Just to see Duo in person would be enough. There was nothing he could say to him that wasn't obsessive and weird and creepy so despite what Wufei might have wanted for him, it was better to keep his distance, watch from afar, cement every moment into his memory so that he could play it back when he was alone...

If Duo was even there. Best to never get your hopes up.

But despite his promise to himself not to be disappointed if Duo didn't show, he slipped on his nicest, tightest slacks and a loose white button-up, rolling up the sleeves to show off his muscled forearms and unbuttoning the top two buttons as an invitation. He normally didn't wear much jewelry, but he put a large gold ring on his left hand and an expensive watch on the right. He slid into some nice leather boots and mused his hair in a way that was recommended to him by a style consultant. When he looked at himself in the mirror he nodded a small, satisfied nod. Relena liked it when he dressed like this and that buoyed his confidence. She had some of the best image consultants around and was very conscientious of style. Plus, she had wanted to fuck him a lot more than they actually did. He could only hope Duo would have the same taste in men.

He rolled up in the Viper quite a bit past ten, but it never paid to be early. With some reservation, he let his car be parked by the valet and he wandered into the dark club with a bit of apprehension. But immediately he was greeted by friendly, curious faces, mostly Relena's friends, and their acceptance helped put him at ease.

Relena quickly spotted him and called him over to the mezzanine and one of the plush, lounge areas where Wufei was already waiting for him. He suspected as much as he took a seat next to his colleague and accepted the glass of whiskey the other man handed him.

"What are you doing here?" Relena asked pointedly, though not unpleasantly, as her eyes raked over his body. She knew how much Heero complained about the place while they were dating and so her surprise was understandable. He let himself be pleased for a moment at the heated gleam in her eyes as she leered at him appreciatively.

Heero shrugged and sipped his drink. "Wufei and I wanted to go out," he replied a bit loudly over the music the DJ had already started. There were much better places to chat – the balcony, the cabanas in the gardens, the library bar area – but Heero wasn't in the mood to chat with his ex.

People filtered in over the next hour and Relena had gone to make the rounds, leaving Heero and Wufei in companionable silence as they sipped their drinks and watched the dance floor from their slightly elevated position twenty feet away. Neither of them were much for dancing, though Heero had frequently attempted it while attached to Relena to please her, but watching was a pastime they both found amusement in. Occasionally Wufei would gesture to the floor and they'd smirk at a poor wardrobe choice or a celebrity clearly intent on getting wasted as quickly as possible.

But eventually Relena came back and Heero was into his forth drink when a flurry of energy exploded into the club and Duo Maxwell waltzed in with two women planted firmly on either arm.

"Ahhh!" Relena squealed happily from where she leaned over the couch behind Heero and he felt his breath catch as he finally caught a glimpse of the genuine article. No amount of coaching could've prepared him for the sight of that man. He was like a supernova, eclipsing everything else that surrounded him, and Heero knew he wasn't the only person that felt that way. The magnetic draw that surrounded him as he swooped in, shaking hands and doling out hugs, was almost palpable. And immediately he made his way into the middle of the floor, dragging the actress Dorothy Catalonia out to dance with him.

"I'm going to get him to dance with me," Relena teased in an obvious effort to make Heero jealous of him – but he was too absorbed in watching those hips move to retort. And quickly she disappeared to move to the center of the room where he and her friend Dorothy danced around each other. One of the girls he came in with handed him a drink and he paused in his sensuous movement, downing it in a few gulps that nearly made Heero groan as he noted the way his throat moved. Already he felt himself getting hard and he knew it was going to be a long, long night. And then she handed him the other drink she held which he accepted as he continued to dance.

Relena was there then, introducing herself although Heero doubted she really needed the introduction, and she joined in the dancing. Wufei laughed shortly and leaned over to elbow Heero in the arm.

"Your ex has got the right idea," he stated and Heero scowled. He didn't really need to think about how close Relena was getting to his fantasy. She was whispering in his ear now and he was laughing at her, grabbing her hand with the one he had free and squeezing it. He couldn't help but feel his blood boil but there was no reason for it. Even if he hadn't told himself not to make a move tonight, that there was no point, no way not to come off weird, he certainly couldn't go up to Duo in this club and try. It was too public, too many people knew him here, and even if they didn't, he couldn't do that to Relena. She was still a friend, after all, and it was obvious she still wanted him. They'd never really broached the subject of his sexuality and he didn't think the time to do it was tonight, in the middle of Avenue.

And then Duo threw back the rest of that drink, handing off the glass as the next song started, and his hands were all over Relena.

Heero was impressed he didn't go into cardiac arrest right there as he clutched his glass in a white knuckled grip. Wufei was outright laughing and as much as he wanted to punch his friend he couldn't move. He couldn't stop thinking about how she had those long fingers on her back, those large palms on her thighs, those narrow hips against hers, his eyes solely focused on her.

At least his envy cooled his desire to a degree.

"Poor Relena sure knows how to make a man jealous," Wufei joked, wiping a tear from his eye and scooting a hair further away from Heero to avoid his wrath.

But the song was over soon enough and Relena bowed out graciously. They shared some joke that had them both laughing and she waltzed over to where Heero sat with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

She leaned over the back of the couch, her cheek nearly touching Heero's, her face flushed with exertion.

"Whaddya think? I can hold my own, huh?" Relena teased and Heero levied a cool glare at her so that she backed off, standing up but not walking away.

"That man's gay," Wufei stated bluntly to lessen the tension of Relena's attempted plot for Heero but she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"That man is not gay," Relena stated with absolute certainty. "I know a gay man when I see one."

That almost had Wufei back into a fit of hysterics but the angry way both Heero and Relena glowered at him made the laughter die in his throat.

Quickly Heero's eyes turned back to the dance floor as the DJ announced a special gift for their special guest, all the way from L2. Duo blushed pleasantly and made dramatic gestures of his surprise and gratitude as the opening beats of his newest hit started over the sound system. Heero had to swallow a lump in his throat as Duo waved rapidly for the woman with short purple hair he'd entered with to join him in the middle of the floor. He was given some space as he started into their dance routine for the song, an absolutely vulgar display that matched the barely veiled sexual innuendos rife in the lyrics.

Now that it wasn't Relena and his jealousy wasn't as intense, he got to focus on the way those hips moved in perfect time to the beat. The way he pressed them into hers, their bodies fitting together like interlocking puzzle pieces. Heero got hard noting the way she slid against his thigh, her skirt riding up so that it was obvious her own bare thighs were riding his. And the way he slipped his fingers under that skirt, slipping them up to her ass, made Heero question the sanity of pining for a man that touched a woman that way.

But he couldn't help it. His eyes focused on the way Duo's ass flexed in those tight, thin black pants and he imagined her hand was his own, tucking under his beltline, feeling the sweaty small of his back and clinging to it as she dipped and shimmied against his leg. He couldn't help the tiny moan that slipped through his lips as Duo brought the girl up, his hands cupping her ass and forcing their hips to grind together in a frantic sashay, jerking left and right. He found himself moving his hand and his glass closer to his lap, rubbing himself slowly, hopefully imperceptibly, unable to help it he hurt so bad.

He spared a glance for Wufei who was equally enraptured by the dance, though Heero was sure more for the technical skill than the hot piece of male ass displayed before him, and he let his eyes wander back. At this point he had her pressed firmly against his body and was grinding his hips against her in a leisurely, sensual way that was immediately suggestive of slow, passionate sex and Heero shifted his own hips against his hand, shivering and trying to let that small amount of friction be enough to satisfy himself though it was so sorely lacking.

In a moment of weakness he contemplated the bathroom but he'd never done something so vile and he refused get up and miss a single second of that body while it was there. He'd just have to wait until the car.

Duo was jerking his hips forward into her now and she was turned around, her ass against him, his hands slipping so far up her thighs they were practically on her hips and her panties were peaking out from beneath their ever shortening covering. He had his face buried in her shoulder and she had an arm thrown up to cradle his head, her face a picture of ecstasy. Duo's hand slipped forward to cup her thigh where it met her crotch and Heero wondered vaguely how she could still be dancing with that... that god draped over her, touching her like that. He realized then that he was panting and about on the verge of actually stroking himself through his pants when the song came to it's conclusion. Quickly he threw back the rest of his whiskey as Duo kissed the girl on the cheek and released her from his strong, sweaty arms.

What a mistake this night had been. He wished Wufei had never suggested it.

And suddenly Duo was heading in their direction and Heero's heart stopped in his chest – a feat that only moments ago he would've thought impossible with the frequency at which it was pounding.

"Heero Yuy," he stated as he walked up the short steps to the mezzanine, approaching their sitting area with a sly smile on his face. Wufei, in an act of divine inspiration, noted Heero's empty glass and grabbed it before leaving the area, obviously heading for a refill.

Duo watched him go and then sat down in his vacated seat, leaning over so close that Heero could smell the faint coolness of his cologne even through the erotic, heady scent of his sweat. Even if he hadn't been completely infatuated with the other man, even if he didn't have a rock-hard erection for him, he still wouldn't have known what to say in reply and so his eyes only widened slightly in surprise.

"Did I make ya jealous out there? With your girl and all?" he hissed in Heero's ear, leaning even further and placing a hand on Heero's upper thigh in a move that would've intimidated and horrified most men. But Heero found himself unable to stifle a moan at those lips being so close to his face, that breath washing over him with those quiet words, and his dick twitched, helplessly begging for that hand to reach up and stroke it.

It was Duo's turn to looked surprised then, although Heero was so humiliated he could hardly make his eyes meet the other man's. But a wicked smile spread like wildfire across that handsome face and he leaned in so close his lips were brushing Heero's ear.

"I see you want the private show," he whispered, his tongue flicking out to stroke Heero's earlobe. Heero closed his eyes and whimpered at the touch, his stomach twisting and his hips jerking, absolutely helpless to stop them. The throaty chuckle he received for that resulted in all of Heero's quickly fading willpower being trained on not grabbing that face and crushing his lips against Duo's.

"What can you offer me?" Duo asked seductively as he slipped his arm fully around Heero's shoulder, his nose against his cheek, his fingers moving slowly closer to Heero's crotch but that question cleared some of the lust from his mind as he realized Duo probably had anyone he wanted in a similar state to the one Heero found himself in now. Maybe it was an ego trip, sure, but that didn't necessarily promise Duo a good time in return.

He grabbed Duo's wrist and pulled his hand away, which caused Duo to back up, shocked. Heero pinned him with the most intense stare he'd ever given anyone, promising in that soulful, serious look that he'd never put his own pleasure above Duo's, never take advantage of him. Duo's vibrant eyes swirled with astonishment and uncertainty, his breath hitching under the intensity.

But Heero was not easily outclassed and he would refuse to be anything but the best fuck Duo ever had.

Duo stood, offering his hand and eyes that glowed a bit hungrily as they took in Heero's more than willing form.

Heero stood with a little difficulty, ignoring the proffered hand, and Duo smirked at that before turning and slipping between people, leading him away from the mezzanine level. They passed Wufei, who looked quite shocked to see them so mission-focused, and Heero grabbed his whiskey out of his hand without a word or a spare glance. He slammed it as they walked, using the rim to disfigure the smile that finally broke across his face.

Duo graciously shook hands and made excuses as to why he couldn't talk right then as he lead Heero up to the balcony level and then to a private room off to the side. He shut the door and before Heero even had a chance to finish taking in the small space and turn around Duo had his body pressed up against his back, his hands tugging out his shirt from his pants.

Heero dropped his glass, gasping helplessly as he felt those rough fingers trail up his abdomen, feeling every inch of his definition, to his taunt nipples, caressing them and causing him to shudder. He could tell his reaction was enough to get Duo hard as he pressed his hips up into his ass. They rocked that way for a minute, Duo imitating his dance moves in slow motion to the heavy beat still audible even in the closed off room, hips rocking left and right, pressing his erection against Heero. He slid his hand down to Heero's thigh the same way he had the woman on the dance floor, pressing his fingers up against his balls through his pants and biting down on his neck at the same time. Heero had to fight to stay standing and not embarrass himself by coming so soon.

Finally he got his head back and although Duo fought it, Heero managed to overpower him and turn around in his arms to face him. He gripped the back of Duo's head to bring him in for a kiss but Duo blocked him, forcing him back with a strong forearm on his chest.

"This ain't love, baby," he growled, a clear warning in his posturing. "None of that."

While that put Heero off for a moment, having to warn him didn't phase Duo and he began to rock his hips to the beat again, rocking his dick against Heero's in a way that made him gasp. He bit down on his lower lip and put Duo's warning out of his mind. If his attempted kiss didn't stop Duo, then Heero wasn't going to let it stop him either.

Since breaking up with Relena, Heero had a series of short-lived male lovers that taught him a lot about himself and his sexuality and mostly that he didn't quite know how to make a relationship with a man work. He knew how to treat a woman, all the right things to do, all the right things to say, but men eluded him. It seemed silly not to be able to satisfy a man emotionally when he was one himself, but he resigned himself to this type of clandestine meeting. The thrill of it was enough for now. The fleeting nature of it didn't put him off. In fact, it was comforting. And getting this moment with Duo, being the center of his attention, was more than anything he could ever imagine.

But then he worried he wouldn't be able to fulfill his silent promise. Duo rocking against him was just about more than he could take. He couldn't reciprocate that sexiness the braided man exuded, so he had to think quick to turn this around before he passed the point of no return and was nothing more than another lackluster fuck for Duo.

Quickly he slipped his hands from Duo's hips around to his ass, clutching it and driving his hips roughly against his own, forcing him backwards into the door. He slipped his knee between Duo's legs, pressing his thigh up against his crotch, and Duo groaned, throwing his head back as Heero bit at his neck, sucking on it and caressing it with his teeth and his tongue. He felt a certain amount of satisfaction as he felt Duo's hands under his shirt, clawing at his back desperately against his aggression.

It made sense, he realized quickly. Duo had such an aggressive personality he was probably never overpowered by anyone. It was likely no one ever dared challenge him. This he could use to his advantage. Heero might not have been as enigmatic, but he was aggressive and he knew what he wanted. He wanted Duo.

"I said I'd give you the private show," Duo managed breathlessly, forcing Heero backward and into an oversized plush seat. So, he couldn't let it go, he couldn't let someone else have the upper hand.

Heero stared up at him with eyes half-lidded in lust as he jerked his body back and forth to the thumping beat, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his rippling flesh, teasing his own nipple with one hand as the other slid across his crotch. Unable to stop himself, Heero reached down and stroked himself through his pants, making Duo bite his lip and groan audibly as he took in the affect he was having on the other man.

Duo leaned in to unbutton Heero's pants and release him from his constrictive cage. Heero drew shaky breaths as he planted kisses on Duo's collarbone and neck. He hissed sharply as Duo's fingers slipped against his cock, their coolness countering his heat and Duo's amused smile lit up the dark room. Heero fumbled for Duo's hands as he pulled away to continue his taunting dance.

Having noted how it made Duo hot, he reached down to fondle himself, wet with pre-cum now, as he watched Duo pull out his belt and unbutton his pants. Duo smirked as Heero stopped to take in his hips and the space between them. And that was it, he was done playing – Heero was going to prove himself.

In a quick motion he reached forward and grabbed either side of Duo's open pants, dragging him forward and kissing his hips. Duo shimmied at the attention, an unconscious attempt to get his dick closer to Heero's mouth. And then he gave him what he wanted, drawing him in deep, causing him to throw back his head and mutter a string of obscenities. Duo's hips bucked as he buried his hands in Heero's hair, twisting his fingers through it. The whole situation was so erotic, with the music, the dark atmosphere, the drinks, his partner... Heero found himself jerking himself off as he lavished attention on Duo's needy cock, teasing his balls, letting the fingers of his other hand seek out all the sensitive parts of his anatomy.

"Aw, fuck," he groaned and Heero felt Duo's knees start to shake. He stopped his hand from moving over his own erection before Duo's completion triggered his own, and grasped Duo's thighs, supporting him as he drew him in even deeper into his mouth. He swallowed a few times with Duo's head at the back of his throat, causing Duo's entire body to tense and jerk forward with the force of his ejaculation, curling his arms around Heero's head and leaning his torso over him.

"For fucks sake," he whispered as he trembled with the aftershock. Proud of himself, Heero slipped his hands up Duo's torso and guided him down to the floor. Duo sat there with a hand on either one of Heero's legs, resting his head against his inner thigh, staring up and meeting his gaze. Heero couldn't help himself, he brushed his bangs out of his eyes, attempting to ignore his own needs and focus on Duo. He looked breathtaking like that, the afterglow of his orgasm plastered on his face. Heero couldn't believe he was privileged enough to see it.

And then that cocky grin was back and he was sliding his hands up to Heero's hips and, despite Heero's entire body screaming at him not to be a masochist, he placed his hands on Duo's shoulders.

"You don't have to," he whispered so quietly he hoped Duo wouldn't hear it. But the shock on his face was definitely worth it. He was sure no one had ever told Duo that before.

"Huh? You crazy?" he asked in surprise as he leaned forward quickly to envelope Heero in his mouth. His hips responded to the attention he'd been so desperately wanting for so long and then it was taken away and Duo was staring up at him with that playful smile teasing his lips.

"You don't want that, huh?" he joked, sparing a glance for his throbbing dick. "Someone disagrees..."

"I want it," he mumbled significantly, managing to keep his hands at his sides though they were begging him to touch himself, finish himself off. He wasn't able to conclude the thought before Duo's mouth was on him again. He just hoped Duo understood as his mind was awash with pleasure.

He knew he wouldn't make it very long with the amount of time the moment had been prolonged and all it took was Duo to stop playing lazily with his tongue and to place a few well suctioned tugs before he was gasping and coming in his mouth, shivering against the feeling of it, better than he could've ever imagined.

Then he took a moment in his euphoric haze to remember every detail of that moment so that he could replay it as many times as possible. Duo Maxwell, bent between his knees, shirt hanging open, a sheen of sweat covering him from mutual desire, all of his attention focused directly on him.

And then it was over and Duo was standing, buttoning his shirt and his pants, grabbing his belt and walking over to the small personal bar and grabbing a bottle of rum. He snatched Heero's glass off the floor but grabbed him a clean one from the bar before pouring him a heaping serving as Heero followed his lead by tucking his shirt into his pants and refastening them.

Duo handed him his drink and then gulped directly from the bottle, grinning as he pulled it away and winking.

"Who'd a thought, Heero Yuy," he muttered with a shake of his head. "Thanks buddy."

Being thanked made Heero uncomfortable so he just threw back the rum – not his drink of choice – and tried not to wince at the taste.

And then he grabbed two other bottles – if you were going to pay for a private room, might as well take the alcohol offered – and they were walking out together. He was brilliant and Heero felt a bit like he was following in the wake of a shooting star, pitch black and absolutely unnoticeable in comparison.

Just how he liked to be.

They walked back past where Wufei was still sitting, waiting, wanting to know what happened to his friend and Duo flashed Heero a knowing smile as he flopped down on the couch. Wufei stared at Heero as Heero's eyes followed Duo back to the dance floor, a tiny self-indulgent grin tugging at his lips.

"What happened?" Wufei asked, a hint of shock in his voice. "I never thought you'd actually talk to him, let alone disappear with him."

Heero shrugged, determined not to kiss and tell though he imagined his flushed skin explained it all. He took back what he'd thought earlier. This wasn't a mistake. He should probably pay for all the drinks tonight just to thank Wufei.

"Oh, Heero!" Relena called as she hurried up to him. But he didn't even bother to look at her. His eyes were still pinned on Duo – who for his part was dancing with a group of women who no longer intimidated him the least. And when he turned to where Heero sat, Duo's eyes met his in a familiar way, and Heero tried hard not to blush.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, leaning against the arm of the chair.

"Hmm?" Heero asked, genuinely confused.

"I just meant to make you a bit jealous when I told Duo to come over here and harass you about me," Relena explained her plot with a sincerely contrite expression. "I thought you'd left because of it!"

Heero couldn't help but chuckle and he finally spared a glance for his ex. "It's fine, 'Lena, I'm not mad," he replied honestly. In fact, he was now in her debt as well.

* The club they visit, Avenue, is based on Boulevard3 in LA – which is HELLA swanky! OMG. Google Boulevard3 to get an idea of what I'm picturing here.

** Hey, I hate trying to decide what car companies would last until AC 195 (obviously Rolls Royce if Relena's pink machine is any indication – HA!) so this is actually a BSG reference and a totally fictional company. (No, I refuse to believe Dodge Vipers will still be hanging around over 200 years from now.)

I'm not marking this complete because I'm not sure it is. I have a lot of other thoughts about this fic that I may or may not write at a later date. I never do that either... so sorry! It's weird for me too. ;-) But this idea has floated in my head a long time and I never really worked out exactly how it should be. Sometimes it was in current day, sometimes Heero and Wufei were going around talent scouting, sometimes they met in a gym, I don't know. I'm actually amazed I got this much out of it, frankly. But there's a really poignant line I wanna use at some point that only works if they're both musicians so maybe it'll get another chapter or two.