Title: Addicted to Love
Author: Kris Ice
Email: wknightmare@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Duo or the song, but the Night Club is mine.
Warning: PWP, lemon
The Night Club was abuzz with chatter late that night; there was talk of a new dancer. Even though the regular dancers were excellent, it was always exciting when new blood came to perform.
The lights of the lobby dimmed and everyone fell silent, knowing that the show was going to begin soon. The host, a tall, thin man with black hair and knowing blue eyes walked out on the small stage as a lone spotlight flared into being. He stood for a moment before the closed curtain, letting suspense build. "Ladies and gents, we have a special treat for you tonight. A young man from the colonies was just passing through and happened to stop here tonight, asking for a one time gig. I'm sure you're all going to agree with me that this was one opportunity I just could let escape. Here he is, folks, the one and only Shinigami!" Amid the applause, the host quickly vanished offstage, a genuine grin on his face. This little prize was going to make him a lot of money tonight, and the boy was going to make a small fortune in tips. It's a classic win-win situation.
Moments later, a deep, pulsating music started. It started out barely audible, then gradually built until one could almost feel the beat of the base thrumming through their bodies. The curtain rose inch-by-inch, allowing a soft, fine mist to escape from the stage, spilling off the edge to dissipate into the floor. Multicolored strobe lights danced across the stage to occasionally brush against a lithe form that twisted and turned in the shadows. As the music built to a climax, a plain light started glowing around the edge of the stage, banishing the shadows and highlighting the ethereal dancer.
A deep voice began to sing, not breaking the sensual atmosphere, merely enhancing it.
"Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own"
Duo moved on cat feet around the stage; his eyes closed. He was wearing a pair of black slip-ons that looked like they came from WuFei's closet, a pair of tight black jeans, and a loose white silk shirt.
"Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes"
He trembled, hands sweeping down to caress his sides, throwing his head back as his hips continued to sway in a tight circle. His right hand drifted up and caressed his lips as his left began to unwind his braid.
"You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep"
Duo let his head fall back further as he dragged his right hand down across his chest, pausing to play with a nipple on his way down to his right hip. His left hand moved forward to caress his neck and pull at the silk ties lacing the top of his shirt together.
"Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need"
With a sobbing moan, Duo fell to his knees facing the audience, letting his head fall back even further until he is almost laying on the stage. In a flash of movement, he was back on his feet. This time he faced the audience with wide violet eyes and a wicked Shinigami grin.
"Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love"
Duo licked the long fingers of one hand as the other rose to play with his nipple through his shirt. He moaned again as his damp hand moved downward to pull his shirt from the waistband of his jeans. The other hand clutched his thigh as he turned his back to the audience, hips still swaying with need.
"You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed"
His shirt was flung across the stage to land like a wounded bird near the wall on the other side. His hands danced across the well-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. While he was not as muscled as a bruiser or a brawler, Duo had the grace and wiry strength of a dancer, or swordmaster. He started panting, as he twisted and turned with the beat, hands falling to his thighs to clutch at his jeans as he swayed and rocked.
"Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind"
Battle roughed hands moved over bare flesh as Duo caressed his chest. One hand drifted lower to tease the waistband of his pants then moved upward again to join with the other one to tangle in his long hair that moved around him like an aura of chestnut. He turned again, once more going down on his knees, but this time with them spread as he lay all the way back. While his right hand moved down to play with his nipples, the left drifted further down to unbutton his jeans.
"You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave"
He sprung to his feet; moves getting wilder and his hands seem to be everywhere. One vanished briefly down the front of his pants as the other lifted his hair to uncover his back.
"If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do"
He kicked off his shoes, aiming them over toward his shirt as he danced on. He moved through the mist like an ancient wood spirit moving through a clearing in the trees. His jeans began to slide down a bit, giving a tantalizing glimpse of black.
"Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love"
Duo's pants seemed to vanish as he kicked them over to join the rest of his clothes, leaving him standing in the middle of the stage wearing a Shinigami smile, his hair, and a black g-string.
"Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love"
He continued to dance, something reminiscent of ballet, but in a style uniquely his own. His hands slid down smooth flanks, on down his thighs, and back up his inner thighs as his hips churned to the music.
------ lead guitar ------
Even as he moved, his eyes seem glued on the audience, making each person feel like he was dancing only for them and that no one else existed in the world.
"Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own"
Duo licked his lips, sliding one hand over his rump as the other rose again to pluck at his erect nipples. The hand on his butt moved forward to tease the edge of the g-string before it pulled away to join the other roaming over his chest.
"You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine"
His eyes closed again and his movements became more intense, but more contained. He was no longer grinding his hips for the audience. They move in tight little circles that almost screamed with need.
"Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love"
Duo fell again to a crouch on the stage, his hair a curtain barely concealing his movements. One hand settled between spread thighs, the other caressed any bare flesh within reach.
"Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love"
On the last note, Duo fell backward, knees still bent, face hidden behind waves of long, silky hair. Everything seemed to pause a moment before the stage plunges into darkness, and amid the applause, screams and thrown money, the curtain fell.