I'd like to thank Shaeric Draconis, Shinya en Grey, and Ink for reviewing this fic.

And I'd like to thank Rocky, lora-helen, Lady Kazune Kikenshi, and amber-goddess for reviewing my other fic "Symphony".

Title: Addicted to Love
Author: Kris Ice
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters associated with it. The Night Club and the manager are mine.
Warning: PWP, citrus

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..."

"We need to talk," Heero interrupted, voice husky, hauling Duo down the short hallway before pausing, uncertain where to go.

"We can talk in my dressing room; I need to get clothes on anyway." Duo tried to pull away, but Heero held him for a moment longer before allowing him to lead the way to a small room at the end of the corridor. Duo ducked into it, flicking on the light as he moved out of the way for Heero to follow him in. Before Duo could say anything, Heero shut the door and locked it.

Duo turned his back to Heero, seemingly unconcerned with his near nudity as he dug through a black backpack and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. "What are you doing here?" he asked when the silence had stretched out too long.

"Looking for you," Heero replied, watching the reversed strip show, trying to ignore how much his pants were starting to hurt him, as Duo got dressed. "Did you think we would just let you vanish without being worried?"

"You didn't seem to care when I disappeared before," he commented, turning around to lean against a vanity.

Heero snorted. "You usually tell someone where you're going when you choose to disappear."

Duo shrugged. "So I wanted some time to myself, there's nothing wrong with that is there?"

"No, if you really wanted time alone. You're running from something, aren't you?"

Duo shifted uncomfortably, looking away from the slightly shorter man who leaned against the closed door. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Heero raised an eyebrow. "That was very close to a lie, Duo."

The braided boy growled, eyes darting around the small room. "Leave it alone, Heero." His eyes darted back to his partner, drinking in his sleek form.

"Why did you leave?" Heero asked quietly, walking across the small room pausing just out of arms reach.

The long-haired boy looked away, staring at the silk shirt draped over the back of the chair in front of the vanity. "I just needed to get away."

"Why, Duo?" Heero persisted, stepping forward to catch the other pilot's attention again. "Talk to me."

Duo suddenly seemed to be fascinated by the floor, but his gaze drifted upward from Heero's shoes up his legs encased in tight denim to the bulge at his crotch. He remembered feeling that hard lump pressed against him earlier. He swallowed, knowing that he was staring, but he couldn't seem to draw his eyes away. And Heero didn't seem to mind. He blinked, his mind finally catching up with his situation. Heero had been turned on by his little performance, not disgusted. Maybe…. He shook his head. He couldn't be that lucky.

"What's wrong?" Heero asked when Duo was quiet too long. He had watched Duo's eyes trailing over him, known where the violet eyes had stopped. He wasn't ashamed of his body's reaction; it was just a natural response to erotic stimuli, very erotic stimuli.

Duo shook his head again, not wanting to answer, but he knew that Heero was going to persist until the braided pilot told him something. But could he take the risk and tell him the truth? He almost laughed. He was brave enough to face OZ with or without a Gundam, in incredibly bad odds, but he wasn't brave enough to talk to his partner. He swallowed again and scraped together enough nerve to open his mouth. At first nothing came out, but he tried again and managed on the second try. "I … I didn't want you to hate me."

"Why would I?" Heero asked, brow furrowing as he frowned, trying to think of what Duo had done that could possibly make the blue eyed teen want to hate him.

"I like you," Duo blurted out, blushing as he looked back at the floor.

"I like you, too," Heero replied, puzzled. "Why would I hate you for that?"

"I mean…" Duo sighed in frustration, dragging a hand through his bangs, not noticing Heero's hands twitching as he was tempted to do the same. "I was thinking of you," Duo continued, "out there. I closed my eyes and pretended that I was dancing for you in the privacy of our room." He snuck a peek up at the other boy. "I like you like that Heero."

Heero blinked, shaking his head as he stepped closer to brush Duo's bangs out of his face. "Why would that make me hate you?"

Duo's jaw dropped at he stared at Heero for a long moment. The genuinely confused look on the Japanese pilot's face convinced him that the boy wasn't kidding. He really didn't understand. He threw his head back and laughed, causing Heero to frown. One minute the braided idiot had been depressed the next he was laughing; he'd never understand him.

"I forgot just how inexperienced you are in all this," Duo explained when he had caught his breath. "In normal society, it isn't acceptable for boys to like boys. In fact, most people are horrified by the thought."

Heero shrugged. "I don't think we qualify as normal society."

Duo laughed again. "True, very true."

The dark haired boy leaned forward, giving into the urge to taste the other's cherry lips. For a moment, Duo froze, stunned. Then, he pressed back eagerly, coaxing the kiss deeper, pulling Heero's tongue into his mouth to suck on. They pulled apart gasping for breath, bodies pressed tight together.

"What…what was that?" Duo asked, licking his lips.

"Isn't that what two people do when they're attracted to each other?" Heero asked, arms wrapped around Duo, holding him close.

"Yeah," Duo agreed. "Let's do that again." He leaned forward a bit to press his lips to Heero's taking his time to taste the darker boy's lips before plunging between them to caress the contours of his mouth. His hands slid around the soldier's hard, muscled frame to squeeze his rear. He pulled back gasping as Heero's hands copied his movement.

Heero took advantage of the moment to nip at Duo's neck. He had never done this, but so far his instincts seemed to be leading him in the right direction. He pushed one hand up under Duo's T-shirt while the other moved up and down over the curves of his rear.

Duo arched his throat with a moan and his hands scrambled along Heero's back up under his tank top. "Heero…" he whimpered, pressing his hips tighter against his partner.

Heero rumbled softly in response, pulling away long enough to pull off Duo's T-shirt. Then, he paused, uncertain.

"Let me show you," the braided boy whispered; his voice husky as he pulled off Heero's tank top, fastening his lips over one of the boy's dusky nipples like he had longed to do for so long.

It was Heero's turn to whimper as Duo tugged lightly at the tiny nub of flesh with his teeth before sucking on it. One of his hands came up to tease the other, causing Heero to moan softly.

Duo smirked, moving his mouth to the other nipple while his other hand came up to tease the erect one his mouth vacated. He delighted in the soft sounds that Heero was making, but he knew they had to hurry. The manager would be there any moment to see if Duo was dressed so he could pay the young traveler and send him on his way. The long-haired pilot's free hand slid down Heero's stomach to play with his waist line before sliding down further to run a finger over Heero's fly.

The blue-eyed pilot hissed, hips jerking into the gentle touch. "Duo…" he growled, glaring down at the boy who was folding down to sit on his knees.

Duo's smirk widened as he pressed an open kiss over Heero's navel, thrusting his tongue in. He continued to make love to Heero's belly button while he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and eased down his zipper. His hand slipped within; and he looked up at Heero, quirking an eyebrow when his hand encountered flesh instead of cloth like expected.

Heero smirked and shrugged. "Didn't have a clean pair."

Duo laughed, sliding down Heero's pants far enough to expose his excitement. The braided boy licked his lips and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the very tip.

Heero moaned, shuddering at the maddeningly light touch. "Duo…" he gasped.

The other pilot took pity on him and lunged forward, taking him in as deep as he could, sucking hard. He bobbed his head a few times before pulling back to stare upward into glazed deep blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" Heero panted, one hand on the vanity, the other buried in Duo's hair.

Without answering, Duo disentangled Heero's hand and stood. He smiled to reassure his partner before squirming out of his jeans. He kicked them away before unsnapping the sides of the g-string and tossing it aside. He reached up to wrap both arms around Heero's neck and pulled himself up to sit on the vanity before wrapping his long legs around Heero's waist. He picked up a bottle of lotion from the vanity and held it out to Heero. "Take me."

Heero growled and closed his eyes at the prospect. He opened his eyes and took the lotion. "Tell me what to do. I don't want to hurt you."

Duo smiled again, pouring some lotion on Heero's hand. Then, he guided it down to his entrance. "Go slow, it's been awhile, but you need to insert fingers into me to stretch me out."

Heero hesitated, lightly tracing a finger around the puckered entrance before pressing in gently. He froze when Duo gasped, but the braided boy shook his head and encouraged him to go on. Heero pressed a second finger in, surprised by how tight the other was. He was afraid that he'd never fit.

"It's ok," Duo reassured him, "You need to scissor your fingers a little before adding the next one."

Heero nodded, slowly spreading his fingers apart, wiggling them around a moment before spreading them again. He continued until Duo nodded for him to add the third and final finger. He stopped when Duo hissed, but began to move when his partner urged him on. He started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out as Duo moaned, leaning back against the mirror.

"Now," Duo whimpered, body begging for something more substantial then his fingers.

"Are you sure?" Heero asked, still not certain he could fit in that tight hole.

Duo chuckled breathlessly. "Very sure. Hurry, Heero."

The dark haired boy removed his fingers and shifted Duo into a more comfortable position slowly pressing his arousal into him.

Duo let out a long, deep moan as he was impaled. He rocked with Heero's slow thrust, refusing to acknowledge the stinging pain that pulsed through him. If Heero knew about it, he would stop, and Duo knew that it would go away soon, or at least it wouldn't be as noticeable. He shifted, and cried out when Heero stuck that place within him that made him see stars.

Their rhythm was fast and hard as they acted out the feelings that had haunted them for so long. Duo whined, whimpered, and moaned as Heero pounded into him, reaching up with one hand to brace himself to keep his head from banging into the mirror. "Yes…Heero…" he gasped out, wrapping his legs tighter around his lover.

Heero growled, nipping and sucking on Duo's neck, marking him as he possessed him in the most intimate way possible. He could feel his iron control slipping; he couldn't hold out much longer. He reached down and stroked Duo roughly in time with his thrusts, causing the braided boy to cry out.

Duo's vision when white and he found himself floating in ecstasy. Dimly, he could feel Heero thrust a couple more times before subcoming to his climax.

The dark haired boy tried to control his ragged breath and pounding heart as he collapsed against his lover, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to sweat drenched flesh.

Duo wiggled a little, trying to move Heero enough so he could breathe. He sighed in relief when the blue eyed teen got the hint and stepped back. "Now what?" he asked, breath and heart slowing.

"Now, we get dressed and go home so when can get undressed again," Heero answered, tossing Duo his jeans. He looked up and smirked when Duo stood up with a funny look on his face. "Here," he said, extending a handful of tissues.

Duo smiled ruefully and swiped between his legs before grabbing another handful to clean off the rest of him. By time he got his pants on, Heero was already dressed and was enjoying the show. The violet eyed boy added a bit of flair to his dressing, smiling when Heero's eyes darkened with lust again. "Seriously, what do we do now? Are we gonna try to build a relationship or what?"

Heero shrugged. "I don't have much practice, but I thought we already had a relationship of sorts. We're just taking it to another level."

Duo laughed, dragging his shirt over his head. "I like that. OK, so we just make this up as we go along, eh?"

"Sounds good," Heero commented, reaching out to brush Duo's bangs out of his eyes.

Duo leaned forward, a mischievous smile on his face as he captured one of Heero's fingers in his mouth and started sucking on it.

Heero quivered, leaning forward to catch that naughty mouth.

Someone knocked heavily on the door. "Are you two done yet? Our next dancer needs to use the dressing room."

Duo flushed at the sound of the manager's voice. "Um, just getting my shoes on."

"Hurry up! He goes on in ten minutes."

Duo glanced over at Heero, who seemed amused before shoving his shoes on and grabbing his bag. Heero moved out of the way, letting him unlock the door. He opened it to find the manager standing in the hallway, amusement in his eyes.

"Have fun?" he asked, a knowing grin lighting up his face.

Duo's blush darkened as the manager laughed.

"Don't worry about it, it happens pretty often," he said, good humor dancing in his dark blue eyes. "I can recommend a good hotel if you need one."

"No thanks," Heero said, gently pushing Duo through the doorway. "We're going home."

"Good luck," the dark haired man offered before going into the dressing room to prepare it for the next dancer.

"This way," Duo directed, back down the hall toward the door that led out back.

"Hey wait!" They turned to find the manager jogging toward them. "Here, you forgot there," he said, holding out Duo's g-sting.

"Oops, wouldn't want to forget those," Duo said, shoving it down into his bag. "Thanks."

"No problem," he said with a friendly smile. "Have fun, you two."

"We will," Duo replied, escorting his lover out into the night and into the future.