Title: Addicted to Love
Author: Kris Ice
Archived: , anyone else just ask
Disclaimer: I do not own the G-boys or the song, but the Night Club is mine.
Warning: PWP, citris
The Night Club was abuzz with chatter late that night; there was talk of a new dancer. Even though the regulars were excellent, it was always exciting when new blood came to perform. Heero sipped his drink slowly, watching the other people. He didn't understand why the unsigned note said that if he came here he'd find Duo, but after two years of hunting he was ready to take whatever leads he could get. What the hell would Duo be doing in a strip join?
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!"
Heero froze. What the Hell?!?
Moments later, a deep, pulsating music started. It started out barely audible, and then gradually built until Heero could feel the beat of the base thrumming through his chest, into his heart. 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, white light started glowing around the edge of the stage, banishing the shadows and highlighting the ethereal dancer.
A deep voice begins 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 loose black jeans, and a loose white silk shirt.
Heero took a gulp of his drink, trying to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. He'd never seen this side of the 'braided baka'. And why was it affecting him so much? He had just been worried about his partner, hadn't he?
"Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes"
Duo trembled, hands sweeping down to caress his sides, throwing his head back as his hips continue to sway in a tight circle. His right hand drifted up and caressed his lips as his left began to unwind his braid.
Time stood still for the dark haired pilot with his eyes glued to the stage. His breath coming in quick pants as he leaned forward, the view and the song pulsing through him until nothing else existed in the world.
"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.
Heero licked his lips, wanting it to be his hand unlacing the white shirt. "Duo..." he moaned softly, not realizing that he'd spoken aloud.
"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 was almost laying on the stage. In a flash of movement, he was back on his feet, this time facing the audience with wide violet eyes and a wicked Shinigami grin.
Heero felt his groin tighten at the sight of the smile that had haunted his dreams. Without realizing what he was doing, he started mouthing the words to the song as he watched Duo dance. He recognized it from one of the CDs Duo used to play when they'd room together, but he never paid too much attention to it before. Now, it felt like Duo was playing it just for him.
"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.
Heero took another swallow, his eyes glued to the black encased rear. There was no denying now what had driven him to seek out his missing partner. And he wasn't going to let the former Deathscythe pilot go before he told him what he'd discovered.
"You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed"
Duo's 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 not as muscled as a bruiser or a brawler, Duo had the grace and wiry strength of a dancer, or a swordmaster. He started panting as he twisted and turned with the beat, hands falling to his thighs and pulling the jeans tight against the growing bulge at his crotch as he swayed and rocked.
One of Heero's hands clutched at his thigh, strong hands digging into the tightly bunched muscles as he fought the urge to drag the enchanting boy off the stage and fuck him right there.
"Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind"
Battle roughened hands moved roughly over bare flesh as Duo caresed his bare flesh. One hand drifted lower to tease the waistband of his pants then moved upward again 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 they were spread wide as he lay all the way back. While his right hand continued to play with his nipples, the left drifted downward to unbutton his jeans.
Heero leaned forward and barely bit back a moan when the long haired boy left them on, partly obstructing the view of what was hidden underneath.
"You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave"
Duo sprang to his feet, dance moves getting wilder as he grew more aroused and his hands seemed to be everywhere. One vanished briefly down the front of his pants as the other lifted his hair to uncover his back.
Heero took a deep swallow of his nearly forgotten drink, eyes never leaving the unearthly creature dancing on stage, while he tried to forget about how tight his jeans were getting. He felt a flash of gratitude toward Quatre for convincing him to wear jeans, spandex wasn't able to hide anything.
"If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do"
Duo kicked off his shoes, aiming them over toward his shirt as he danced on. Barefooted, he moved through the mist like an ancient wood spirit moving through a clearing in the trees. His jeans begin to slide down a bit, giving a tantalizing glimpse of black.
Heero's hand gripped the glass tight enough to crack it. He forced his hand to release its grip, transferring the hand to his thigh, his eyes never leaving that tempting glimpse of black between Shinigami's thighs.
"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.
Years of self-control was the only thing that kept Heero in his chair as Duo stood revealed. A soft moan escaped his control to be swallowed by the screams and howls of the crowd.
"Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love"
Duo 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.
Heero's hands twitched, wanting desperately to trace the path Duo was mapping out. He ignored the crowd, no longer hearing their shouts of encouragement, whistles, or invitations. The only thing he could hear was the music drifting around them and the boy moving through the mist on the stage.
------ lead guitar ------
Even as Duo moved, his eyes seemed glued Heero's part of the audience, making the other ex-pilot feel like the other boy was dancing specifically for him. Almost as if Duo was deliberately teasing him.
"Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own"
Duo licked his lips, tasting the faint salty taste of his own sweat as he slid one hand over his rump, the other rising again to pluck at his erect nipples. The hand on his butt moved forward to tease the edge of the g-string before pulling away to join the over roaming over his chest.
Heero pressed his hands against the growing tent in his jeans, a feral growl rumbling his throat, eyes never leaving the pale figure tantalizingly moving through the mist a few meters away.
"You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine"
Duo's eyes closed again and his movements become more intense, but more contained. He was no longer grinding his hips for the audience. They moved in tight little circles that almost screamed with need.
Heero forced himself to stay in his seat instead of rising to satisfy his partner's silent plea for release. Later, he firmly told his raging hormones. He would wait until Duo left to go back to his changing room. Then, Shinigami would belong to Wing.
"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.
Heero closed his eyes, a soft whimper escaping, his blood boiling in his veins, the image of Duo rubbing himself through the scant protection of the g-string embedded in his mind. He forced himself to open his eyes when he realized the music was reaching a creshindo.
"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's screams and thrown money, the curtain fell.
Heero stood and slipped through the shadows to a small side door he had observed earlier, a faint smirk on his face as he waited for Duo to come off the stage. He waited for the violet eyed youth to pick up the credits and talk to the manager before following him back to a small, but private changing room. He slipped in behind the other and grabbed Duo before he could react.
Duo struggled in the firm grip of the aroused stranger, unable to get free from the unusually strong grip that held him against a slightly shorter hard body. Unusual strength? Duo quit fighting and looked over his shoulder to find a pair of very familiar intense blue eyes staring into his blue-violet orbs. "Heero..."