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Note:
"Blah blah blah" means speech
-/-/-/- means point of view change
- straight line means scene change

Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness

Part 2

It was late the next evening, but the fancy resturant let off a calming glow that fled out into the tepid air. Syaoran stood outside the building, leaning against the wall as he waited for the dark haired businessman to get there. He was dressed in a tight-fitting white shirt with the top buttom undone, black pants and boots, and a light leather jacket. He looked more like a model than the dancer he had been the previous night.

But the effect still stunned Eriol as he stood across the pavement, staring. Coughing lightly to regain his composure, it also alerted the brunette to his presance. Smiling at each other casually, they both proceeded into the resturant.

"Nice. Although I'm sure that I never mentioned liking chinese food," Syaoran commented, letting the ice slide off of his voice. Eriol smirked, nodding to the waiter who would sit them down.

"Maa maa... I merely recognised the fact that you were Chinese, and assumed - and forgive me if this offends you - that you would enjoy the tastes of your home over anything else, which may undoubtedly offend you," he pointed out. They reached their table by this point, and Eriol - ever the gentleman - pulled out Syaoran's seat for him, letting him sit down comfortably first. Seating himself, Eriol gazed at Syaoran for a few seconds, taking in the bright eyes and easy posture.

"Yes?" Syaoran asked, icily.

"My apologies... you look simply... breath-taking," he complimented. And to his delight, Syaoran blushed.

"Keep your perverted comments to yourself, thank you. I would rather do without them," he stammered slightly, still blushing. "I would also like to remind you that this dinner is to continue our business discussion from the previous occassion." Eriol nodded politely, his eyes focusing solely on Syaoran's. This unnerved the brunette slightly, as most people would run their eyes all over him.

"Of course. Speaking of dinner, however..."

The waiter had walked over to them at this point, and Eriol ordered for them both - drinks included. Syaoran frowned, but did not comment - Eriol was paying for the bill afterall. After their order had been taken, Eriol said, "Now, continuing. I believe we were discussing the designing industy. And I must ask... is that a favourite of yours?"

To Eriol, Gypsy didn't exactly seem the type - but then again, he was here to solve a mystery of his own.

"No. But my friend loves it, and she likes to make me clothes, including those I wore at the club." This was true. Tomoyo had made them for him, claiming that they would show him off - she just didn't know that he acctually wore them. "She can be really exsperating sometimes, but she usually hold good intentions," he smiled, chuckling despite himself at the number of occasions she had fussed at what he was wearing.

"By the sound of it, she wanted to rope you into being a model," Eriol commented. This friend of Gypsy's sounded very much like a competitor of his, so he could relate.

"Always. And she always seems to have a second to measure me before we depart from our meetings," Syaoran smiled again. Eriol liked this effect, as Syaoran's eyes lit up completely and in doing so, his whole face lit up. Eriol also observed that many people were staring at Gypsy - the women with looks of awe and jelousy, the men with looks of lust and annoyance.

"Does she have a love interest? Perhaps that would help," Eriol suggested, taking a hold of Syaoran's hand across the table. For his part, Eriol had done it so discreetly, that Syaoran didn't seem to notice.

"No. Although, God's and Goddesses know I've tried!"

The food came then, and the small table lasped into temporarily silence, and they each recieved the given food - right before Syaoran eyed Eriol suspiciously.

"You are aware that I gave you my stage name for a reason, don't you?" Syaoran scowled. Eriol nodded, lifting his drink to his lips.

"Of course. Why?"

"How did you know that Dim Sum is my favourite?" the brunette asked suspiciously.

At this Eriol's evening picked up even more. It was just chance that he had ordered that, and now he knew something about the young dancer. "I didn't really. I just thought that it was a nice enough meal for you to enjoy," the dark haired man smiled. Gypsy gave him a suspicious look, but he didn't delve any further into the subject. "Now, about this friend of yours..."

"What about her?" Syaoran scowled again. He wasn't about to let anything happen to someone he considered family - and also a very close friend, his only friend in fact.

"I'm just saying, I think I know someone who would enjoy her company. Is she straight?" Eriol asked. Syaoran shook his head slightly. But the prospect of Tomoyo having someone to bother with her fashion sense and tastes deffiantely held his interest. "Wonderful! Now, my friend is a model, so she wouldn't mind clothes being thrust onto her. And she isn't straight either," Eriol continued.

Syaoran nodded again. So far this girl was perfect. "What's her name?"

"Sakura Kinomoto. You-you've heard of her?" He had to stop himself mid-sentance as Gypsy's eyes had enlargened, and he had almost chocked on his drink. Nodding, Syaoran regained his composure quickly.

"The model? Green eyed? Brunette? Lightly tanned skin, with a perfect waist?" Syaoran asked, quickly. Eriol nodded to each of these questions, and he raised his eyebrow as the dancer paled somewhat.

"Is there a problem?" he asked gently.

"She... she's my- no. No, it's nothing," Syaoran tried to dismiss the subject, but Eriol knew better. Yet he still let the topic drop - despite his better judgement.

"Anyway. I'm sure you can handle this friend just fine," the dark haired businessman deferred. Syaoran nodded, then silently tended to his food.

The rest of their dinner carried out just as much, and Eriol had a question sparking in his mind. Which he asked just after their desserts arrived. "Where did you learn how to dance?"

"What? Oh. No where. I've never had lessons," he replied. "And I can afford them before you comment."

"No, no. I was just wondering if you would like a dance lesson from me," Eriol swished the liquid around in his glass, the light glinting off of his glasses.

"You? You dance?" Syaoran asked skeptically.

"Old english styles, though. The waltz, fox-trot, tango... and other such dances," Eriol waved his hand dismissively. "Do you know any of these?"

"No. I'm afraid not. I usually make it up as I go along," the brunette admitted. He sipped at his water - as if he'd allow alcohol around such an attractive guy, which may loosen his tongue - and comtemplated the offer. "It'll be private? And no funny business involved?"

"Of course," Eriol said as he leaned back, folding his hand across each other.

"You've said that alot tonight. 'Of course'. I'm starting to think that your a broken record. But, the offer does sound tempting..." Syaoran hesitated.

"How about we meet in my studio, say... tomorrow afternoon? Or any time conventient, of course," Eriol pondered.

Syaoran smiled, shaking his head. "You don't even realise your doing it, do you?" He spoke softly, but humously. "Tomorrow sounds fine. But I won't be there too long. I'm booked at the club again," he said louder.

"And I hope if you don't mind me coming to watch again," Eriol smirked at this resulted in a larger blush than before.

"Well, I don't want to loose a customer," Gypsy remarked, smiling slightly.

They had both parted ways soon after - Eriol giving Syaoran a curtersy kiss onto the dancers hand, obviously - with an agreed time for the following afternoon.


Now, Syaoran stood outside the white mansion. He wasn't that impressed really, but he was impressed with the studio that Eriol had. He was showed in by a servant dressed fully in black and white - and very smartly at that - only to be left alone. The room was huge with long mirrors that went from the floor to the ceiling, and large windows that let in the light. A small table with a silver radio sat in one of the corners, and the wooden flooring gave off a very polished aura.

Placing his jacket next to the table, Syaoran looked out of the windows, taking in the view of an old english landscape - buildings off in the distance, a church tower easily spotted, and a greenscape surrounding the gardens. Today he wore three-quarter black pants, and a red chinese-style shirt with a gold dragon design. The sleeves of the red piece stopped at his upper arms, and tight black cotton replaced the silk underneath, cutting off at the wrists. With black pump-like shoes, he looked more like a professional dancer.

And Eriol took in this view as he entered the room. Turning to face each other, they gazed suspiciously/happily into each others eyes.

Eriol wore a deep sky blue t-shirt and black slacks, with no shoes, and a happy smile. "Please remove your shoes, as I would prefer you learn by not stepping harshly onto my toes, thank you," the dark haired man asked. Syaoran growled quietly, yet comlied, leaving them next to his jacket.

"Now what?" he asked stubbonly. Eriol smiled again, and walked over to the radio, pressing a few buttons and played the music. "This is a slow waltz. And I'll show you the steps, so please closely watch."

With that, Eriol took Syaoran's hands, placing them appropiately for the female partener, and guided him through the steps. The dark haired mans right hand rested on the small of Gypsy's back, pulling them closer together as Syaoran picked up on the rythem.

With grace, they glided slowly around the room, and Eriol added some twists and turns - upping the complications - with Syaoran never missing a beat. The continued for several minuites, untill the music died out. Stepping away from each other, Eriol clapped lightly.

"Wonderful. You really are quite the dancer," Eriol said. He was slightly dazed at how intoxicating the other man seemed to be. He was graceful, holding himself well, educated certainly, a fast mind wth quick comebacks, and beautiful to boot. And Eriol had to admit to himself that he was quite infatuated.

Syaoran's cheeks flushed brightly, and he only nodded in acknowlegement of the comment. His head tilted to one side cutely as he reguarded the next piece of music that played out. "A tango?" he asked. "Thats quite a fast beat."

"It is. Would you like to learn this next? You seem to have picked up the waltz's basics easily enough," Eriol said motioning for them to move closer once more. "For this, we need to be close in body. The dance is a more sexual one, and I know that you like those," he jibbed lightly. Syaoran glared but otherwise made no comment.

Once more, Eriol led Syaoran in the basic steps, and once more, Syaoran picked up on them easily enough - even though he stumbled a little whenever Eriol seemed to get too close. However, the ending did change. Eriol swung Syaoarn down so that he had an arm around the dancers waist, and the other arm under Syaoran's knees. Syaoran had wrapped both of his arms around the dark haired mans neck and shoulders.

Sliding his had up slightly, Eriol stared into deep pools of amber, trying to keep his self-control in check. Syaoran mean-while, was starting to give into his. Their faces were so close to each others that they could feel each others breaths, and the slightest movements would result in them...

"What's your real name, Gypsy?" Eriol whispered, his breath tingling along Syaoran's lips.

"Syaoran," he replied breathlessly.

And with that, Eriol closed the distance between them.

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Syaoran's eyes slid shut as the warm sensation flew through his body, and he gave into the kiss, lightly pushing back. He could feel the other man's touches everywhere - his right hand on his leg, his left hand on his back, and his chest touching his side. A fleeting feeling of his fingers diving into the dark, silken locks and the thin fabric of Eriol's shirt mingled as the kiss continued.

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Eriol was in heaven. That was the only way he could describe it. The warmth of the kiss added to the body he was holding overwhelmed him, and he felt himself tingle when he realised that the other man, 'Syaoran', was kissing him back. The fingers running through his hair, and clinging upon his shirt was enough to still his mind. If it was possible, Eriol pulled the dancer in closer.

Deepening the kiss, Eriol let his emotions of excitement and wonder flow into the kiss. And if what he was getting in return was anything to go off, he wasn't the only one enjoying the dance lesson.

Pulling away after a moment longer, Eriol watched as amber orbs fluttered open. Breathing deeply, they stared at each other before Syaoran - his heart fluttered at the name - pulled him in for a second go.

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A few minutes later, they parted, panting harshly, and seperated completely. Syaoran slid to the floor as Eriol knelt down beside him.

"Well, this is an interesting development," Eriol said.

Syaoran gave him a look of exsperation. "You like to ruin moods, don't you, Hiiragizawa?" He asked, still catching his breath.

"Not really. I was just saying that I rather enjoy our lessons. And please, it's 'Eriol'," he replied, almost casually. Nodding, Syaoran glanced at his watch.

"And we'll also have to continue this later. I need to go and get my things ready for the club," he smiled at the sour look that passed across the businessmans face for a moment. "But, if you like. I could give you a private dance later?" At this Eriol cheered up dramatically - it was always dramatics for him really.

Although what had passed through his head for Syaoran to suggest such a thing, he himself, didn't know.

"I would like that very much, thank you."

True to his word, Eriol attended the club - this time in more casual attire - and Syaoran danced erotically once more, except this time his eyes would stray to blue-grey ones, and his movements would become more flurid. And true to Syaoran's word, he left with the businessman to the white-coated mansion, and danced something much more private.


Syaoran lay across Eriol's pale form - both completely naked under the bed covers - his left arm resting on the taller mans chest, and their legs tangled. Both were panting lightly, and they began to settle into sleep. A satisfied smile drifted over Eriol's face, while as contented smile stayed on Syaoran's.

"I'm glad we shared that taxi," Syaoran mumbled lightly, sleep pulling him adrift.

Pulling the brunette closer, Eriol returned, "And so am I."


Brooding Darkness: My apologies for not emphisizing on the 'private dance' but as the rating is only T and I don't wish for my account to be deleted, this is all I can do for now. However, I may write a piece on my AFF account just on this small part between them. Please check out my account as 'AurthorsDeathNote' if you are interested in more explicit sences. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!