Author: Sari
Archive: Source of power no my blight! Release the Light! ARCHIVE ME!!!!! Rain did, but her sight went bai, bai.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Romance, Humor
Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3, 5x6x13xS
Warnings: Odd, kareoke, four-somes, and too much making out
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, Dance Dance Revolution, Saks 5th Avenue(*rolls eyes*), or Ricky Martin I do however own Minnie&Authur and the announcer dude. Please don't sue me!! I'll have to pay for all this crap!
Feedback: If I can't get money can I have feedback? Onegai.
Gifts(or the use DDR songs fic)Chapter 1
Duo bounced down the street singing his trade mark song Kitto OK, not really going anywhere. 'How am I supposed to know what to get Hee-chan for his birthday? He never tells me anything that he might want-hell!- he doesn't even drop hints! The only thing he ever says he wants is me, but he can have me any time. Wait! That's it! He can have me!'
With newfound spirit Duo sprints off in the direction of the 'Walk Away' stores. This was not a time to play the walk-away game in the Saks 5th Avenue. This time an anonymous OZ soldier was going to be out of a paycheck for a while. Duo Maxwell was going to buy something
expensive for Heero-Don't-give-me-anything-cause-I-might-have-it-with-me-when-I-self-detonate-Yuy.
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"Where the hell are they going?", Wufei muttered. He was staring out the window at a truck-a-sarus filled with two happy couples and enough lub-err-luggage indicating that they would be away for at least a week. Wufei shrugged, turning away from the window and closing the blinds.
He had enough things to keep him occupied without them. Praise Nataku, practice katas, duel with Trieze, improve his cooking skills, battle with Zechs, praise Nataku, get hurt in both duels so Sally can take care of him, trim the garden, praise Nataku.... Yes his schedule was very full.
It would have been much harder for him to complete his mission if the other pilots where staying. Besides who wants to spend time with a group of horny gay boys? (Sari: *raises hand*)
Wufei's mission: Love!
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Down in the circular driveway the truck-a-saurus looked packed up and ready to go. Trowa was helping Quatre into his harness while Heero was preparing to throw his grappling hook.
"Um. Explain to me again Duo why we had to get such a big....big...thing!", Quatre asked while trying to get untangled from the rope.
"'Cause. It's impossible to get up this thing without the proper gear and it's really roomy.", Duo explained hovering a few feet off the ground.
"But I have all tracker's and everything on all of my cars! And at least those don't involve climbing gear!" Giving up with securing Quatre properly, Trowa threw him over his shoulder and began to climb. "Tro-koi, you usually don't do this unless we're role playing."
"Hn.", Trowa replied.
The G-boys continued their climb with varying degrees of difficulty until they reached the doors. Duo pulled the keys out of his pocket and attempted to open the door. Frustrated at finding the wrong key, he dug furiously around in his pockets pulling out, yo-yo's, schematics, boxer shorts, and a full grown female cow. Then as if an imaginary light bulb appeared over his head and Duo picked a glittering golden key out of his braid. The clouds parted and rays of sunlight shone on the key with background singers reciting the Hallelujah Course.
Duo opened the doors and let everyone get in. "Everyone buckle up! Don't want you flying out the window or anything.
"Duo, one question.", Trowa said.
"Shoot."
"Where exactly did you get this car?"
"Borrowed it from a friend. Real nice about it too. It's like they didn't even know." Duo grinned.
In the distance an enraged scream echoes. Everyone turns eyes on Duo who is looking sheepish. "What?"
They just shook their heads. Duo no longer the center of attention searched for the ignition. 'Radio...gas pedal....Alanis Morrsiet cd.....naked pictures of Heero...NAKED PICTURES OF HEERO!!!!! THE HELL!!!!'
"Heero!" Duo was practically about to burst.
"Nani?" 'He sounds pissed. I wonder what's the matter. Does he want me to drive? Is my hair not tousled enough?! Does he want me to be seme?!?!' "Hn. Well?"
Duo face burning, shoved the X-rated pictures in Heero's hands. "When the hell did you take these, and for who!"
Heero stared at the pictures for a while still wondering how he looks. He turned the pictures around in his hands a few times, then squinted. He looked at Duo and flatly said, "These are pictures of me and you having sex."
Duo's eyes widened. "Where?! I didn't see me anywhere."
"That's because I'm usually uke."
"Oh. Well then. How the hell did Dorothy get these?!?!"
Quatre and Trowa who had been temporarily preoccupied, turned their heads at this statement. "Ah, so it was Dorothy you stole this from.", Quatre said to himself.
Duo blushed and turned to continue his search for the ignition. Finally finding the key hole, the engine roared to life. Duo could feel the power from the mighty vehicle coursing through his body. He revved the engine a few times reviling in the feeling. 'If it isn't your car, strip the gears!', Duo thought gleefully. Plastering an evil grin on his face, Duo sped out of the driveway and on to the road.
Trees, cars, street signs, and little kids with kickball's flashed pass the windows until they became unrecognizable little blurs. Quatre was clinging to Trowa for dear life, and Heero was just sitting there like everything was right in the world.
Then, the car came to an abrupt stop, in the process flinging Quatre into front of the car and landing on the dash board. Trowa's hair was flipped up in a weird angle. The luggage, Heero, and Duo however were still in upright, secured positions.
"I told you to put on your seat belt.", Duo explained surveying Quatre's sprawled form. "I need to take a dump. Anyone want anything while I'm gone?"
Trowa's eyes flicked from the seat beside him to Quatre, to the seat to Quatre, and so on. "Chains." Duo nodded and set of to..err...'take a dump', as he so politely put it. Trowa set about pulling Quatre away from the window while Heero still pondered about his hair.
A few minutes later the clunking of a grappling hook could be heard signifying Duo's return. "One gundanium chain for the guy with the huge bangs!" Duo tossed the chains at Trowa who caught them one handed. He settled an semiconscious Quatre into his chair, fastened his seat belt and chained him down to prevent any further hurling.
But no sooner did Trowa do this, the vehicle was again speeding at lightning speed mashing them back into their seats. The trip continued on like this for the next few hours to the wonderful sandy beaches of Kansas!-err-California!
Again Duo abruptly stopped the car/truck/prehistoric beast in front of a well-crafted hotel. Quatre, for the second time, was flattened against the dash board. A muttered 'itai' was voiced.
"Heh. Sorry 'bout that Q." Duo looked nervously at Trowa who seemed ready to release a hail of bullets on his American ass. "You know what would be a good idea? Well I do. I'll go check us in and you can, uh, unload." Duo said all of this very quickly not allowing any time for protest.
Trowa turned to Heero. "Maybe you should put a leash on him or something."
"Nah, he would enjoy that a little too much." Heero grinned evilly. 'Which is why I should put him on a leash. We're on a vacation and I am damn well going to enjoy myself!'
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Finally having everything settled, it was time for relaxation, and maybe the reason why there's lube mixed in with the toiletries. Well actually in Quatre and Trowa's room the ice machine was of great use. However in the room next door things weren't going so smoothly.
"I won't go. It's another one of those gay bars, isn't it?", Heero said defiantly.
"No it's a dance club! And we are GAY!", Duo shouted exasperatedly.
"No."
"Look, they have a bar, there's dancing, and a little bit of kareoke What harm is going to come from having a little fun?"
"Lots."
"Too bad. We're going.'
"Iie."
"Yes."
"No way in hell am I going to spend even ten seconds in a place where people rub up against each other and make fools of themselves!"
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Two hours later.......
'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
Heero Yuy was outside a dance club dressed in flaming red leather pants that appeared to be painted on, and mostly buttoned dress shirt. Duo had insisted that he show a little skin. Quatre, who was finally coherent enough to walk around, had shred the baggy dressy clothing and instead had on hole filled faded blue jeans, a short sleeve T-shirt of the same color and a slinky black vest. Trowa looked tall and breezy wearing black hip-hugging pants and an open long-sleeve dress shirt. Duo however was missing.
'I did this for him and he doesn't even show up!'
So, where was Duo? Was Heero going to kill someone? Will Quatre ever be able to stay in his seat?
Hopefully Wufei was having a better time than the other four.
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"So, why are we here again?", a female voice asked.
"You are here so that I may choose a proper mate, and people can stop questioning my sexual preference.", Wufei explained.
"I understand, but did you have to nearly kill yourself in two duels to do so?", a male voice asked this time.
"Sally. Trieze. Zechs.", Wufei turned to each of them as he uttered their names, "I must find out how you feel about sharing an everlasting relationship with me."
Sally looked incredulous. "He must have had one too many blows to the head."
"So, who wants to ravish him first?", Zechs asked grinning like the little fox he is.
As the trio entered the garishly colored club a new song had started up changing the tempo of the fast moving bodies on the dance floor.
To the music
Come on, get up, and dance!
To the music
Get up, get up, and dance!
Quatre looked worriedly over at Heero. Since Duo's abrupt disappearance he had been more ornery than usual. Trowa was leading Quatre over to the dance floor and actually hoped Heero would follow. To their dismay he continued the short walk to the bar.
If you feel it in your bones, yeah
I suggest you get it on girl!
And you better not blow this chance, now
Here's the music, get up and dance yeah!
Heero shot a glare at the bartender asking for a shot of tequila planning to reach the incoherent state that is 'drunk'. 'How could Duo have stood me up like that!? I thought he wanted to have fun with me. Maybe he just wants to enjoy himself alone. So, that's it, is it? I don't need him! If I knew he was going to dump me during a vacation I would have just walked straight to my gundam and flown away. Yeah. That's right. I don't need him.' Heero smirked a little at his cleverness. Then his face fell. 'Who the hell am I kidding! I can't not see him for five minutes without going crazy! I love the baka!'
Move, move, move to the funky beat
Groovin', groovin', groovin' till you're hot as heat!
Staring longingly at the dance floor Heero thought he caught a glimpse of a rope of chestnut.
And we're move,
Move, move, move, to the funky beat
And we're groovin',
Groovin', groovin', groovin' till you're hot as heat!
Then another flash of a slim body and that unforgettable braid.
To the music
Come on, get up, and dance
To the music
Get up, get up, and dance
To the music
Come on, get up, and dance
To the music
Get up, get up, and dance
To the music!
And yet another sight of a braided boy. By now Heero thought he was either crazy, or Duo really didn't stand him up.
When the song ended the lights brighten and a rather cheesy looking man walked up on stage. He said a few things about the history of the club and how important it was to uphold tradition.
'Some one's going to sing kareoke. So what.'
"And now may I introduce Shini singing Hero by Papaya!"
The audience clapped enthusiastically like any audience should, but Heero was attentively staring at the stage not believing his ears or eyes.
Dressed in a rather short, painfully tight, purple and silver fuku was Duo Maxwell. Catcalls came in every direction from both male and female watchers.
Duo's eyes scanned the crowd as if in search of something. His eyes locked with Heero's as the music started up.
A strong tenor voice rang out singing the cutsey lyrics.
In the middle of the night my hero comes to rescue
He's so fine, I'm gonna make him mine
Duo was strutting across the stage innocently flashing bunny underwear and batting his eyelashes.
He's sincere, I know his heart is beating
Just for me, only for me
But at the break of dawn, he is gone
The wind has carried him away
He closed his eyes and began singing as if it had been brought up from his very soul.
And like a comet in the sky
He will return someday