Duo and Quatre had no problems gaining entrance into Blue Boy though the Bouncer eyed them suspiciously, Quatre especially. Duo snickered as Quatre softly complained, "why does everyone assume I'm only sixteen?"
Inside the techno beat throbbed through the floor, making Quatre's very bones hum along. Duo grabbed his hand and headed straight for the dance floor. Quatre thought about protesting, pointing out that they were there to work, not goof off, but he realized that the easiest way to fit in was to act as if they had come merely to dance and have fun.
Besides, the music was beginning to get to him. Since living with Duo, Quatre had discovered that techno, or any kind of music with a steady, rhythmic baseline, had a hypnotic effect on him. It was almost like alchohol, loosening up his reservations, and getting him to go with the flow.
And now in the club, with the music making his bones hum, the effect was intensified and he allowed Duo to take him into the middle of nebulous bodies.
"C'mon Quat, dance!" Duo shouted over the music, taking his own advice.
Easy enough, he was already swaying to the beat and with a shy smile, he began to move.
Duo watched as his friend began to move more, losing himself in the music. At first just swaying, now the blonde was gyrating his hips and arms in a fluid grace. He might not have been the best dancer there, but he sure was attractive eye candy. Especially when his moves turned suggestive, following the lead of the DJ's next song.
Small pale hands skimmed over his body, his eyes half-lidded and his lips parted, a flush spread across his adorable cheeks. Duo stared at him, having never seen this side of Quatre before, and enjoying it far more than he probably should have.
And he wasn't the only one. A girl had been surreptitiously moving closer, the drool practically visible on her pretty chin. Duo moved territorially closer to the blonde and sent her a dangerous smirk along with a raised eyebrow. The girl pretended not to notice, but she soon began moving in a different direction. Okay, so he'd basically just announced Quatre was his to the other dancers, but that suited Duo just fine. It would make their job easier if they weren't beating off suitors at every turn.
Duo was jarred from his thoughts as Quatre bumped into him and he reflexively reached out to catch the blonde. "Oops! Sorry Q!"
The blonde's answer was an absolutely sinful grin as he gazed up through lowered, ash-colored eyelashes. He lifted his arms to wrap them enticingly around Duo's neck. Duo's stomach warbled and he stared down at his friend in surprise. Quatre chuckled and pressed closer, saying, "Come on, you're my date, dance like it."
The brunette blinked at his armful of sultry blonde, then chuckled. "All right, you asked for it," he smirked and pulled Quatre flush against him by his hips and began to grind. Quatre gasped and clutched at him, loosing his rhtym for a moment. His sudden blush was apparent even in the flashing colors and light on the semi-dark dance floor. Duo cocked an eyeborw at him, continuing to rotate his hips. The little blonde's expression went from shocked to determined and he ground back, falling back into the beat of the music.
Quatre breifly wondered if Duo remembered that they had a job to do, then decided he didn't care right then. His friend's body felt so good against him, he was feeling...buzzed was the term for it; buzzed and warm. The DJ blended the song seamlessly into the next one and they continued to dance, almost oblivious to everything but the music and each other. It wasn't until the third new song that Quatre was jolted back to reality.
Because of the way they were dancing, it was only natural for Quatre's body to react in a certain way, but he didn't really notice it until he brushed up against Duo's natrual reaction. It sent a shock through his system and he jumped back with a gasp, frightened by the intesity of the feeling.
When Duo blinked at him in surprise, Quatre felt mortified, both for doing it, and then making such a big deal of it. "I-I'm sorry!"
Duo grinned and shook his head, drawing the blonde back to place a quick kiss to his forehead. "It's probably time to get to work anyway..."
Quatre nodded, looking down at the floor.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty! Let's go get some drinks, okay?"
"Okay," the blonde agreed readily enough and followed his companion over to the bar. Duo ordered a coke while Quatre settled for some club soda and they sat on some stools with thier drinks. Duo finished his in three gulps while Quatre sipped at his moderately.
Duo looked out over the crowd. "I'm gonna go see where Trieze and Zechs are, you stay here and keep an eye out. Don't accept a drink from anyone."
Quatre rolled his eyes. "I'm not dumb, Duo."
His friend grinned. "I know." He leaned in to press a quick kiss to Quatre's lips. "I'll be right back," and he dissappeared into the crowd, leaving the blonde staring dumbfounded after him.
That-that was my first kiss... he thought in numbed surprise. He looked down into his drink, as if it could give him the answer to the universe. Did he mean anything by it? Or was he just acting the part? he wondered, not quite sure which he wanted it to be.
"A frown like that doesn't belong on a pretty face like yours," a rich, velvety voice murmured into his ear.
Quatre jumped, splashing himself a little with his drink. He stared at the man standing next to him. He looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties, with platinum blonde hair of a length to rival Duo's. He wore a wine-red muscle shirt and tight black leather pants. A chain-link necklace draped around his neck and a black leather wrist-cuff adorned his right wrist.
It's Zechs Marquise! Quatre thought in surprise, staring at the man. When he didn't say anything, Zechs laughed, his cobalt eyes dancing.
"Don't worry, I'm not trying to pick you up. I have a feeling your boyfriend would object, rather forcibly."
Quatre couldn't help but smile at him. He tried to ignore the thrill he felt at the idea that Duo was his boyfriend. "He is a bit protective."
"Is that why you were frowning?"
Quatre blinked. "Oh! No, not at all! It's just...well, it's my first time clubbing," he confessed.
The older blonde quirked an eyebrow, his smirk remeniscent of Duo's. "Oh really? You weren't dancing like it."
Quatre blushed and looked back down into his drink. "I-I got carried away with the music." I wonder if Treize is here?
Zechs nodded in understanding. "It is rather empowering. Out of curiousity, where did your boyfriend go?"
"Well...to look for you actually," Quatre said, flashing his best I'm-innocent-please-ravish-me smile.
Zechs leaned against the bar, close enough that Quatre could feel the heat from his body. His smile was dangerously inviting and Quatre felt himself blushing despite himself. "Oh? Dare I ask what two hot young men like yourselves want with me?"
"We want to tie you down and ravage you till you scream," Duo said, stepping out of the crowd like an angel of death.
Zechs laughed. "Somehow I don't believe you."
"I don't lie," Duo replied with a shrug as he stood behind Quatre and wrapped his arms around him, one hand brushing suggestively over the blonde's chest, making him arch and shudder. "But you're right, that's not the primary reason we were looking for you."
Quatre reached back to pinch Duo's leg warningly. Stop it Duo! How am I supposed to work if you get me all excited!?
Zechs merely watched them, waiting for Duo to elaborate.
"You see, we were hoping you could get us in to see Trieze."
Zechs' smile remained warm but his eyes turned cold. "And what do you want with Trieze?"
Duo smiled back, his chin resting on Quatre's shoulder. "We're gifts, from Dorothy Catalonia."