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Chapter 25 : Dress-up, Leather and Passion
Dancing. A gay club.
He hummed a tune under his breath as he washed himself under the shower's spray. He was delighted. This would be his chance to put to test all that he had read.
At least in two stories, the characters had gone to a club and that had resulted in making out. Heavy making out and one had eventually led up to falling into bed and … other stuff. He felt his face flame as he thought of all that had been written in the book.
Anyway, there were going to be drinks that would help in seducing Heero. No, no, to 'jump his bones' was the term he believed. He let out an uncharacteristic bubble of laughter. He was thrilled.
The clothes were very hot… dare he say sexy? Heero's would be definitely mind-blowing. Quatre had good taste.
Stepping out of the shower and drying himself, he wandered to the clothes laid out reverently on the bed. Towelling his hair lightly, he thought of the others clothes and grinned. Tonight would be a loud night. He saw the lust and desire in the others eyes. They would try to wait till after the dancing and the drinks, but it would be a miracle for them to last longer than one round of drinks.
Spraying some cologne on his body, he started to get ready, all the while running through his plan for the night.
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Heero heard about nosebleeds. He had seen one or two people in his lifetime have nosebleeds. He had however never counted on the fact that one day he would be in that spot. The spot where he would be the one with the nosebleed.
Thank God he was safely sequestered in his room when that happened. He had enough trouble as it was, he did not need anyone to tease him for that.
He grunted as the cold water from the shower hit his body. He could only hope that this would be enough to take the edge of his body and give him some measure of control. Though really once he was in the club, what was there to save him? Especially when Wufei would be dressed in those clothes.
Too much of a temptation…
He was close to losing control. How far along had he come in his plan to seduce Wufei again?
*Phase one : complete, Wufei responded!*
*Phase two : complete, sort of, threat may crop up again…* [eradicate threats]
*Phase three : going according to plan …* [pamper Wufei]
*Phase four : maybe it was complete? Maybe not… * [convince Wufei]
* Phase five : claim Wufei *
Hn. So if he was certain of the completion of his plans up to phase four, he would be justified in claiming Wufei tonight.
Sighing, he let his head thunk against the tile on the shower wall. That was a big 'if'!
Wufei was going to be a gorgeous piece of meat standing in front of him tonight.
Heero was now officially at the end of his tether. Wasn't he complaining of not seeing much of Wufei? He just got his wish.
Damn…
Wufei in leather, dancing to the beat in the club...
Double damn…
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They had all split once it was time to get ready. By silent accord, they went to different rooms and bathrooms, eyes promising to meet at the doorway once it was time to leave for the club.
That was a smart idea, Duo agreed privately. He had seen the clothes and he was sure that he would have wanted one romp before they left the house. Even now he could feel the sexual energy thrumming through his blood.
Tro and Quat would look like models fresh from a photo shoot. Though if he let his imagination run a little wild, Tro would be a vampire, while Quat would be a cross between a fey creature and a rock star…
Ah heck, he should stop with this.
He checked his appearance, while brushing out his hair. Dark blue slacks, white shirt with the top buttons free that gave a delicious view of his chest. The thin choker like chain that accentuated his neck. He would have a stole for extra measure to wrap around his neck along with the zip-up jacket.
If he left his hair loose, he would be even sexier, but between the choices of being sexy or convenient, he chose convenient.
Still another half hour left before they all left… how were the others doing?
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Trowa just stepped out of the shower. He had to take the edge off and jerking himself off had been a smart idea. He would not have lasted long enough to execute his plan/revenge on Heero otherwise.
And that was what he should be focusing on first, the bedding his lovers' part was to be focused on later. He should have known better than to let Quatre into his dance club plan.
Though really he did not know why he should complain… the outfits were gorgeous. A little different from what they wore, but it highlighted and accentuated their features.
He could already see, the heads turning as the five of them stepped out of their jeep and entered the club. There would be a lot of drooling that was for sure. He would have to keep his wits about him or things might go wrong. Perverts were everywhere in this world, and he would have to make sure they stayed away from his family…
Silent promise made, he looked at his reflection as he stepped into his black slacks. The tight silk shirt framed his chest and arms well, however, its movement over his body whispered sweet and soft caresses.
Damn … he was in trouble…
Stepping into the trench coat, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at the mirror. This was going to be one heck of a night, he silently acknowledged.
He had to make sure he focused on Heero first or this entire thing would be for naught.
Taking a steadying breath, he ran his hands over his front before heading out of the room to grab the essentials to get his plan started tonight.
* Special Plan : breaking down Gundam Pilot 01 – stage 01 started *
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Quatre was happy everything was going according to plan. Though he had to pray for control for about 5 minutes, or he would have gone in search of his lovers to get the edge off.
He could feel the sexual tension running through everyone…
Shaking his head, he built up his walls before he lost control of himself. Drying himself off, he slid the leather pants over his body gently and lovingly. Once they settled on his hips he moved in them experimentally, loving the way they moved over his hot skin.
Wufei! He would not know how to put these on… he had to hurry and go help the little Asian.
Good, he had something to focus on now.
Dressing quickly, he looked back at the image looking back at him cockily. The blue shirt was tight in the right places and loose enough to give the illusion of it about to slip off his shoulders. The teardrop necklace gave him a bohemian look, and the short jacket that settled comfortably over his shoulders gave him a sort of rugged look.
He looked like … a knockout. His loves would be pleased.
Running a hand through his hair quickly and not bothering to give it any semblance of order, he walked out the study to go help Wufei.
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Urgh! How on earth did people get into these things?
He tried to pull the leather pants over his legs. It was tight! Maybe Quatre had got him the wrong size? No, no, he had to wear this, it had to be this. This would be the thing that would help him tonight.
A knock on his door startled him making him lose his balance and land on his rump.
A tousled wet blonde head peeked into his room, gave a gaping Wufei a small smile and walked into the room.
Looking at the Arabian standing in front of him, all thought flew out of his head. He knew Quatre looked good, but this was… just wow!
He realised his jaw had dropped as Quatre gave a husky chuckle and shut the door to his room.
Shaking his head to clear it of the daze he tried to speak, "Qua--tre… this … err… the pants are—"
He yelped in the next instant as Quatre pulled him to his feet and slid the pants off his legs.
Well, apparently they come off easy, it's just the putting on that is difficult, Wufei's mind supplied. He had to stop this internal monologue, Quatre was saying something…
"—has to be removed. Then the pants can go on," Quatre was saying and looking into his eyes.
Huh?!
A small smile again, and Quatre apparently had decided it was better to just dress the Shenlong pilot himself instead of getting Wufei to do it.
Feeling his underwear being pulled down, he gave a squeak and tried to back away from the blonde's hands.
"Wha—"
"Those have to go Wufei. You won't be able to wear them with leather pants."
"…"
"Yup. I didn't wear any either." Quatre happily chirped reading his mind.
"…"
"Do you want proof?" the amused voice asked.
"N-n-nnnnn-no!"
"Hurry up then. Remove it."
"…but…"
He had to admit, it did give him a rush, thinking of going without any underwear. Taking a deep breath, he removed his underwear and hoped Quatre would not look at him with those amused pale blue eyes.
Thankfully Quatre was busy bringing Wufei, his sleeveless forest green singlet. Then helping the Chinese youth into it, as a mother would help a child into their clothes. The singlet, Wufei noted was a little on the tight side, but it was of a soft quality that brushed against his hot skin.
Experimentally he brushed a hand over his covered chest now. It was… nice.
Quatre then brought over the leather pants. He opened his mouth to inform the Arabian about the wrong size, but his breath whooshed out. Going behind him and holding the pants in front of him, Quatre helped Wufei into them.
It was … an interesting process. The pants were not pulled on as normal pants were. They were slid over the skin in a gentle manner. By the time the pants had settled low on his hips, he was having a little trouble catching his breath.
The Sandrock pilot came around and adjusted the pants on him and tugged the shirt this way and that to the blonde's satisfaction.
Then placing the wraparound bracelet on his right arm, Quatre stepped back to look at him. With one hand stroking his jaw thoughtfully, Quatre looked him over seriously, and Wufei stood still not wanting to disturb him.
Only when he got a wide smile and a wink from Quatre did Wufei move, assured that he looked great. His hair had fallen around his face and he looked around for the band to place his hair in a loose tail, but was stopped short and made to sit on the edge of the bed. The blonde brushed his hair out, carefully undoing any knots in the hair. Then stepping back he looked over Wufei once more.
"How do you feel?" Quatre asked seriously.
Getting up and walking around the room a little, he loved the feel of the clothes on him and smiled at Quatre giving the blonde the answer he was waiting for.
"Good. You should leave your hair down."
"..b—"
"You look very sexy that way." Quatre told him.
Cocking his head to the side he looked puzzled and a little thrilled by that answer. Heading over to look into the closet mirror, he stopped short. Quatre was right. He looked…sexy.
Happy over his transformation he looked back to Quatre to thank the Arabian. Handing him his dark blue jacket, Quatre smiled and told him it was almost time to leave and headed out the door.
Looking at his appearance once more, he smiled in anticipation of the night.
Walking out the door of his room, he smiled to himself.
He looked sexy.
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Thump – thump – thump
The others save for Wufei were already at the shoe rack. Heero looked the others over cursorily noting that they all were trying hard not to focus on the other.
They looked good. Then again, they all looked good. They were above average in the appearance department. He knew that from all the gossip he had heard from the office and from Sally's ribbing of each of them.
Thump – da-thump – thump
They all had a fan base at the office. Heero thought it was useless and since it did not affect him and his work in any manner, he did not reproach anyone for it.
Thump – da-da-thump –thump
Sliding into his boots, he heard a footstep on the landing. He saw Trowa through the corner of his eye halt midway from finishing adjusting his boots, to look up wide-eyed.
Thump – da-bump — da-thump
Taking a slow and heavy breath, he looked up towards the stairs and saw Wufei.
Temptation. Dark temptation.
That's what Wufei looked like.
Da-thump – da-thump – da bump
Trying to play it cool, he went back to his boots and tying the laces, noticing Wufei had halted in his descent briefly. Was it from looking at him or at the others? He had no clue and was not going to look up anytime soon.
Da-thump – da-thump – da-thump
Heero hoped that halt was because of him. The clothes were sharp and smart. The dark blue slacks with the matching turtleneck fit him well. The choker around his neck was a surprise, but he tried it on anyway.
Da-thump – thump – da-thump
And the jacket, that was his favourite, the knee length, or rather thigh-high jacket in a dark tone was of a fashionable design. Quatre had good taste.
Wufei was now at the shoe rack and putting on his boots too. The air was tense with sexual tension. It would be good once they were in the club Heero hoped.
Thump – thump – da-thump
Once Wufei was done, Trowa cleared his throat and grabbed the SUV keys.
"Let's go," his low tenor voice vibrated with a husky sexual promise.
Thump – thump – thump
Duo cleared his throat and agreed. As they filed out to the SUV, Heero was glad that they were all in the same boat. That boat that promised that tonight would be a night of passion.
Thump – da-thump – thump
He was in a lot of trouble.
AN: As promised, the second instalment a bit longer than normal. Sorry it's not edited again. The next chapter should come soon too… since that is where things sort of come to a head …