Mrs. Annette Graaski was a world sphere renowned dance instructor twice the solar system over and holder of over thirty consecutive dance competitions couldn't help but twitch. She had never had students so painstakingly dim, so outrageously inept, that she deemed spending time slowly putting needles threw her eyes a more enjoyable past time. Not to mention the fact, that one of her students was hell bent on feeling his partner up every aching second of the dance. She had, at this point ten minutes into class, had enough. "The point of the Tango is to not grope your partner, Mr. Maxwell," she did all but yell at him, her hands clinched at her side. Mr. Maxwell and the other young man glanced at her and stopped dancing. Her face was read, her right eye twitching and the blood vessels in her neck stood out, in all she looked mere seconds away from a Zero trip "There is no need to be so close. You each have a personal space, keep it that way." Duo looked away as the old hag's hawk-like eyes landed on him, looking him over. "AGAIN!"

Duo sighed, taking Trowa's hands once more, "You know, if you hadn't stepped on my feet, we could have left by now." Trowa hummed, he simply wanted to get out of the dance hall and away from the harpy. Duo did deserved having his feet stepped on, being grabbed one to many times do wear thin on one's patience. Mrs. Graaski nodded her head as she followed them.

"Now Mr. Maxwell, please. I'm sure we all want to go home." Trowa nodded in agreement, "Please, I beg of you, do not grope Mr. Barton on this dip."

"Yes ma'am," Duo solemnly stated, his eyes tinted with rakish plans. The woman smiled and dipped slightly with them. Maybe he's learned his less- Her thoughts where cut short as she watched in morbid fascination as Duo snaked his hand up his partners' shirt, landing a deep kiss on the older man's lips. Duo wrapped his arm around the brunette holding him up while his free hand slid down Trowa's arm, fingers entwining.

"Mr. Maxwell!" The hag screeched, arms flailing wildly in the air. "Mr. Maxwell you stop whatever it is your doing right this instant! It is unbecoming of such young men!"

Duo chuckled, releasing his hold on Trowa to allow the winded man to stand. Mrs. Grasski regarded the two. Duo stood smugly studying his nails, to Trowa's dazed and confused expression and for his completion, a very bright shade of red. She was done with them, more precisely Duo; now she wanted nothing more to do with them today.

"Get out! Both of you get out. Out now!" Duo nodded, lazily making his way over to the chairs that rested along the wall, picking his jacket up and handing Trowa his. She followed them like a hawk to the door. Duo held the door open and looked at her, bowing slightly.

"Good day Madam; I hope you enjoyed the show." Mrs. Graaski growled, throwing a beaded shoe toward the man, only to have it hit to door as he and his partner scuttled out.

"I don't think you should have done that Duo," Trowa muttered quietly, as he got into the passenger seat of Duo's car.

"Ehh, you know she liked it, all hot and bothered now." Duo chuckled, key stopping a few millimeters from the ignition. He looked over at the man that sat beside him before turning to the backseat. In one fluid motion Duo retrieved a large package from behind the passenger seat; he dropped it into his passengers lap. Trowa looked down at it, slowly lifting the lid off.

"Chocolate?" Duo nodded the rakish notions aflame once more in violet eyes.

"I know how you get with chocolate. Happy Valentine's day, love." Duo leaned over, kissing Trowa softly.

Oh wow...That was my first ever shounen-ai fanfic. Ever! Kinda makes me happy because I pulled it off, even if the story does suck. This was for a Valentine's Day challenge on my friend's forum which I decided to join in on. So tell me what you think. Oh yea...I do not own Gundam Wing, which makes me very sad. 10/18/2015- fixed a few things.