He goes running

Warning: some yuri action...
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My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Heero had just asked me to teach him some sexy, total seduction, dance moves; his strong arm around my waist kept me from putting some much needed distance between us. Help!

“Maybe the girls should teach you.” I managed to stutter out some pathetic verbage of resistance.

He pulled me closer, putting his mouth close enough to my ear to brush it with his lips. “But you’re my date.”

Shit. My whole body shuddered at the feeling of his lips dragging across the rim of my ear. I was breathing hard, taking in the scent of his neck. I almost moaned at the feeling of his body so close to me, his breath against one of my sensitive spots; I caught the pathetic sound before it fully formed.

And I realized how pathetic I was being. Damn, Maxwell, you’re acting like you hadn’t gotten laid in years. Get a grip, like, now! I pulled back a bit, and took a deep breath. Heero is magnificently hot, but I’m not a pushover either. Drag the pieces of your dignity back together and do what you have to do, man. Ok, Duo, there’s no way around it. “Fine, but finish you’re drink first, you are not spilling it on your teacher.”

Despite my earlier warning to take it slow, Heero tipped his glass back, finished the last half of his drink in two gulps. He walked the few feet to the edge of the dance floor, handed the empty glass to a passing waitress, (How cool is that? There’s never a free waitress around when I need one.) and returned to me, standing entirely too close for my comfort.

So I turned around, giving him my back. I was having a really hard time thinking, but this was all wrong. He was acting so strangely; the guy that was against dancing, against coming, against building a relationship of any form was coming on really strong, insisting that I teach him to dance, throwing his alcohol inhibitions out the window.

He hadn’t had too much to drink already, had he? He’s not showing any symptoms other than the change in behavior. Screw it, I’ll think later, right now I needed to concentrate on making my groin go soft before we got to the face to face move.

His voice was in my ear again. “You and Hilde were facing each other.”

“But me and Noin weren’t. Plus, with your strength, this one would be easier to start with.” And would let me procrastinate as long as possible before my death sentence.

We picked up the rhythm of the music blaring around us, picking up where we left off before the girls interrupted us, almost like a warm up. Then I leaned back, his chest pressed firmly against the flesh of my back, forcing him to lean backwards as well.

He adapted well, he obviously takes great pride in the strength of his body, and his abs and thighs were strong enough to support his weight and some of mine, which left me free to keep dancing.

Yeah, take that Heero! I don’t know if he’s intentionally making me as hot as he can, but let’s face it…he was doing a damn good job if he was trying. But it was so time to turn the tables.

As we stayed balanced, almost horizontal from the waist up, bodies stretched and straining for those few minutes that we could hold it before said bodies gave out, I kept dancing. Heero was trapped, motionless unless he wanted us to collapse on the floor in a heap, and I? Well, let’s just say I was free to be a little evil, letting my body snake across his, using his torso as a table that I could slither across for my own enjoyment.

I rolled my spine, arched my back like I was in the throws of passion, let my hips circle and grind against his.

He shifted beneath me, and suddenly, we were standing upright again. My head spun a bit at how quickly he stood me up, but I was also fighting off a wicked smile, knowing there had to be a reason he stood so fast. And the bulge against my ass gave me a pretty fair idea why.

“What was that?” He asked as we returned to dancing as we had been earlier.

“That’s what you have to learn before you can do what Hilde and I did. You’ll get a better feeling of the motion if you follow me than if you watch.” I reached backwards, grasping both of his arms, and pulling them around me like a loose cape, back to chest, shoulders to shoulders.

I began moving my body in ways I’m pretty sure he never knew a body could. I worked it, and pretty soon, he caught on. Those muscles of his gave him awesome control, and after only a few minutes, he was almost keeping up with me, which is a huge compliment.

Our bodies melded together, sweat rolling down my stomach just heightened my sensitive flesh…it was so fucking hot in here, struggling to breath, but more than worth it.

The whole time I was working with Heero, my eyes were down, using my peripheral vision to keep track of him. So when I looked up to check on the girls…I freaked! This wasn’t a lip to lip, innocent kiss; this was a tongues battling, helping each other swallow, hockey session.

Noin had one hand on the back of Hilde’s neck, the other around her waist, Hilde’s hands were gripping Lu’s ass and they were making out. Holy shit!

I stopped dead in my tracks, and Heero did, too. My world narrowed a bit. What now?

Heero came to my rescue. “You think they want those drinks now?”

Nodding was all I could do; no words could describe what was going on within me. Was it possible Lu could return Hilde’s affections? Or was she caught up in the seduction of Hilde’s attentions and the hot thrill of the club, and tomorrow would expect Hilde to brush it off as Noin would? Was this an awesome turn of events or the calm before a disastrous storm?

Heero walked up behind Noin, motioning for me to do the same. We were apparently returning the favor they did us earlier. I saddled up behind Hilde and melded my body against hers, the four of us rocking to the beat. The girls separated as they felt us behind them.

Hilde looked guilty, and Noin looked a little shocked, but not at all appalled, her hand hovering over her lips like they still tingled. Heero leaned forward; I’m assuming he was asking her about the drinks. She nodded, turning her head to respond to his question, then Heero walked away towards the bar.

Hilde leaned back, speaking to me. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”

I laid a light kiss on her neck before moving to her ear. “Just be careful, Hil.”

She smiled her thanks to me. The girl must have been really nervous as to how I would take it. I’ll admit, I could have been more supportive earlier, but I’m not gonna drop her for going for something she truly wants. If this was a game with Noin, (Hilde’s not like that, but, you know.) I’d be uber pissed, but I really think she feels strongly for Lu.

Still potentially disastrous, but I have hope.

I didn’t have much time to beat the situation up in my mind before the girls dragged me between the two of them. We only danced to the end of the song before Noin leaned forward and said she needed a break.

We split up then, the girls headed for the tables outside, and me to find Heero so he didn’t lose us, thinking we were still on the dance floor.

I found Heero pressed against the bar; there was a whole crowd of people waiting for their orders to be taken, so I figured it would be a bit of waiting. I was wrong, cause as soon as I pushed through the crowd a bit to reach him, four drinks were saddled in front of him and he was handing cash to the bar tender.

I pressed my body against his to make my presence known; a vicious glare was returned until he saw that it was me then his eyes widened. I leaned close. “The girls needed a break, we’re meeting them outside.”

He nodded, handing me my bottle of water and Noin’s drink, as he picked up the other two, and we headed outside. The girls had managed to steal a few extra chairs and pull them up to a two-seater table; it was crowded outside now.

“So what’s your story, Heero?” Noin leaned forward, trying to hear his response over the background conversations.

His eyes widened a bit, and he glanced at me as he hesitated. I guess he never settled on a cover story, oh well; I warned him it was coming.

I smiled and helped out a bit. “Heero is in town on business; he’s a hotshot working with Peacecraft & Peacecraft.” He looked a bit relieved. You’re welcome.

Hilde took up the friendly interrogation. “So you’re into real estate?”

It seems Heero had found a comfortable subject because he took over. “No, I’m a lawyer; I’m here to help negotiate a sale and draw up a contract for them.”

The girls nodded in understanding, but neither of them was hugely interested in talking about concepts in law. Hilde changed the subject. “So how did you and Duo hook up?”

“We tripped over each other, quite literally, twice.” Heero was smirking as he said it. I wondered if he was debating whether or not to tell them about my little fainting spell, or, hey, he might actually be having a decent time.

Hilde’s face shifted; I saw it coming but could do nothing to stop it. “So who ended up on bottom?”

And if I wasn’t so scared of freaking Noin out and screwing up a potential heart fest between the girls I would have sent it right back at her with a question about a strap-on, but, as it was, I just had to watch Heero’s face shut down. Shit! “Not cool, Hilde.”

“What? I’m genuinely curious. I know your usual preference, but he just screams top!”

Heero was giving nothing away, and I was so screwed. Time to go with my own cover story…that I’m pretty sure is fairly accurate whether he admits it or not. “Lay off, we’re just hanging out and having fun. He recently got burned pretty badly, so we, and by ‘we’ I mean all of us, are just trying to make sure he had a great time, drama free.”

“Oh.” She looked genuinely apologetic, and Heero was looking anywhere but at the people surrounding our table.

“She can be a real bitch sometimes.” Lu jumped in, trying to get him back into our atmosphere.

“I can tell.” This was from Heero who seemed to be backing out of defense mode as he turned back to look at Noin.

“Hey, how was I supposed to know?” Hilde apparently took offense to the title, but usually she prides herself on being a bitch. Women.

“Its called tact, Hilde.” Noin was still on her case.

But Hilde just stuck her tongue out at Lu before turning to Heero. “I really am sorry, Heero. I was just trying to embarrass Duo.”

He nodded, accepting her apology as she continued. “And we are totally up to the task of making you completely forget the sleezeball, or, if you want ‘em, you’ve got three ears a whole bar-ful of alcohol to drown your heart in.”

“Three sets of ears, Hil.” Noin corrected, rolling her eyes, as Hilde skillfully ignored her.

Noin took over the conversation, allowing a change of subjects. “So, Heero, do you work at Peacecraft & Peacecraft or are you at another firm consulting with them?”

As Heero began to answer Noin, Hilde caught my attention across the table. “Thanks, Duo.” She spoke too quietly to interrupt the conversation now going on between the other two.

I felt myself frowing. “For what?”

“I was just afraid you’d be really mad.” She had a sheepish look on her face.

“It crossed my mind, but …just, be really careful with her Hilde.” The two of us were always so protective of our more soft-spoken, conservative friend, but now it feels weird, protecting her against Hilde, who’s just as protective of Noin as I am.

Hilde’s eyes traced Noin’s face with a tenderness I couldn’t deny. “Always.”

Sap!, but I couldn’t refute the warm feeling that filled me when I saw Noin look up, catch Hilde’s eyes, and smile this shy little girl’s smile. My girls are growing up. Kinda cheesy, but, hey, I’m ok with that.

I guess my face was screaming what I was thinking because Noin caught me watching them, flushed, and completely changed the tone. “Let’s go, heartthrob; I want to dance!” Lu grabbed the hand Heero had resting next to his empty glass and dragged him towards the floor.

He cast me a ‘help me’ glance, but Hil and I were following close behind anyways.

It turned into a really fun round; we were all taking turns dancing with each other, granted, Heero stayed pretty much where he was and the girls and I just switched off keeping him entertained. Hilde was doing her damnedest to make Heero blush while Noin and I danced back to back wiggling our hineys against each other trying to make blue eyes laugh.

Which he did when Noin realized that the true purpose of my wiggling hiney was to inch that teensy skirt up to about her hips, exposing her ‘pink, pretty kitty’ panties. Noin screamed and started using me as a punching bad because I couldn’t stop laughing. Hilde and Heero were laughing at our respective expenses, my pain and Lu’s embarrassment.

The carefree dancing feeling carried on as Hilde and I started resurrecting old school dancing moves, bringing back styles that should have stayed buried in a closet like an eighties prom dress. Noin found this hilarious, but I’m not sure Heero caught the references…not much of a dancer, but he still smiled at how stupid we looked.

Eventually, we separated back into our respective couples; I shimmied my shoulders into Heero’s chest for a few seconds before we settled back into the rhythm we had been dancing to for the majority of the night. But, I guess Heero got tired of it because he turned me around to face him while we danced. Shit!

Hey! Wait a sec, what happened to an ass is an ass?

Ok, so here’s the thing with me…dancing turns me on. I could be dancing by myself in an empty house; I could be on the dance floor with Happy the Rainbow Clown, it doesn’t matter. The feel of my body sensuously winding in ways it normally doesn’t, the throb of music pulsing through my veins…so turned on.

Now don’t get me wrong, Heero is very rection-worthy, but, I’m just saying, not all of lil Max’s current status was Heero’s doing…just some of it. Damnit!

So, oh well, whatever. I kept dancing. I just pulled my hips back a little to avoid contact in certain areas which would have worked outstandingly well except for one minor detail: Heero’s leg.

He put his hand around my waist, pressure on my back encouraged me to move closer, and I did, but as I took that step forward, one of his legs settled itself right between mine.

Double shit!

There was no hiding from him at that point because his thigh decided to let my balls use it as a saddle, and my leather pants (yeah, remember those?) leave very little to the imagination when I’m hard. The white shirt did come down far enough in the front to cover my current status from most onlookers, but not from Heero’s vantage point.

I refused to look at his face; I kept on dancing like he was unaware of my situation, but I kept mine eyes plastered to the way we came together, the movement of my stomach, hips, Heero’s thigh, and the way his hips were moving against mine…which wasn’t helping my situation any, but at this point…Hell, I’m not gonna get soft in the next ten years, might as well enjoy it. If he was gonna kill me, he would have done it by now, right? Sure, whatever.

The music changed then. The ecstatic, electric pace of the previous song turned to a heavy, deep, seductive, slur of a song.

And apparently that meant grinding time cuz Heero started pressing us together in a way that shattered my pathetic attempt to keep believing that he didn’t know how turned on I was…but, then again, he was just as hard, and (best yet!) not upset about my status (so no killing Duo tonight?! Please…although, I could totally die happy after such an arousing night was such a beautiful man. Rawr.)

Duh…what now?

Do I go wicked and try to see how much harder I can make him? Do I keep pretending there’s nothing going on? What do I do?

My thoughts distracted me a bit; and when I looked up, Heero’s face was so close to mine. As our bodies came together, his eyes were all I could see, dark and blazing through me, until he licked his lips and my eyes shifted to follow the movement.

He was so close, so very close to me…I need a drink. I’m not cut out for this shit anymore!

The strobe lights came on again in rhythm with the seductive beat, long pauses in the dark before the lights would flash on and cut back off. I almost expected him to close the distance between us in the dark…wanted it so bad I could taste him, but I didn’t want to press the physical need over the desire for a deeper friendship. So confused.

With one brilliant flicker of light, I had a bit of an epiphany.

Yeah, I’m trying to make sure Heero has an amazing time, but I’m also hoping we could be friends back in the states.

I don’t tiptoe around my friends; I will break my back for my friends, but they would do the same for me. Nothing less than equals.

If I want a friendship between me and Heero to work, I’ve gotta be myself. Screw this walking on glass shit. The strobes cut off and everything changed. He was still re-ee-ally close to me, but I wasn’t as concerned anymore. I gotta be me; that’s the only way this will work, and knowing what to do gave me more confidence.

I looked up over Heero’s shoulder to check on the girls; yeah, they were still there and Lu’s head was draped back across Hilde’s shoulder; Hilde’s mouth was so close to Noin’s neck, not touching but a constant presence warming the air next to such sensitive flesh. She was making Lu crave her mouth on her skin, beg for it. Maybe there was hope for a physical relationship between them to add to what they already had.

Apparently, Heero he was tired of being ignored because he leaned forward, complete evaporation of my personal space, his mouth against my ear. “You’re an amazing dancer.”

“Be careful, Heero, that almost sounded like a line.” And if it was, so be it, but I’m not starting anything. He’d have to beat me over the head with that fictional welcome mat because I’m not going there. If anything more than friendship happens, its gonna be because he started it. I will not be to blame, damnit.

I turned around then; I didn’t like being so face-to-face with him when I wasn’t sure of his intentions. I don’t think he liked it.

His breath diffused across the skin under my ear. “Maybe it was.”

And everything clicked into place. He is interested in me. Why? Because the cover story has some truth to it, I always knew there was more truth to it than falsehood. His defensive behavior all day, and the sudden switch to an aggressive lover was typical of someone who had been burned, someone trying to prove that he didn’t have to be alone just because another didn’t want him.

I’m a rebound. It saddened me a little because the ‘friend’ thing would probably be toast, he’s not looking for a friend, he’s looking for someone to justify his worth physically. I felt a bit cheap at the thought, but I wanted to be what he needed.

Damnit, Maxwell, stop sulking! It would be worth it to get my hands on that godly body. This is the guy you’ve been working you’re ass off to stalk, to come to this very point: sex.

Yeah, maybe he’s hurting, maybe he projected defensiveness at my subtle advances or maybe he just likes to take lead; maybe Hilde was right with her top comments. Maybe he fully intended to stay single a while and just couldn’t resist my sexiness. I don’t know; I don’t care anymore.

This night has me hotter than the Sahara, and the prospect of not turning to my hand…screw friendship, I want the hot lay. Of course I do. But Heero’s got to lay all the major ground work. Besides, me playing a little hard to get seems to make him work harder.

Speaking of hard…and big! Those evil jeans are making muscles I never knew my ass had twitch like crazy.

Want it bad, much, Duo? But he didn’t have to know that.

I used his chest like a canvas, painting my movements across his body, teasing his rhythm with my own, never staying still long enough to give him the satisfaction of my ass grinding into his groin for more than a fleeting second. It seemed completely accidental, all those exquisite touches, and he tried to bring us together more frequently, longer duration, tried everything short of grabbing my hips and thrusting against my ass.

Silly, Heero, I’m better at this than you are, more experienced. You have no chance to survive make your time. Sorry, uber geek reference to vid games.

Duo’s back!, and man, it felt good to be me. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder for a few seconds, letting the stray hairs from my braid, worked loose from exertion, tickle across his neck, felt his expelled breath on my ear, then spoke loud enough for him to catch my words. “I want some water. You staying with the girls, or do you want a drink, too?”

Bait the hook and reel it in, make the fish want to follow. Leaving the decision completely up to Heero: to split or not to split.

His mouth lowered to rest against my ear. He’s so doing this on purpose! “Maybe they want some, too.” The evasive, provocative answer paired with the drag of his lips against my flesh made me shudder. Bastard.

I nodded and walked over to the girls; he could follow if he wanted. At this point, I’m doing my damndest to make him think I don’t care. Is it working?

I danced two or three beats next to the girls until one of them noticed me; catching Hilde’s eye, I pantomimed taking a drink which, as you well may know, is the international signal for ‘I need a drink.’ Hilde nodded, slapped Noin on the ass and jerked her head towards me.

I smirked; Mistress Noin has reverted back to her usual self, letting Hilde take the lead. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. And she still rocks the outfit.

We hit the bar and headed back outside. It was too crowded this time, no table and chairs for us; sad, so we stood clutching our respective drinks. Noin had switched over to water, but Hilde and Heero had another of what they’d had all night.

“Having a good time, Heero?” Noin raised her voice over the music.

“Yes.”

Hilde sidled up to Heero, nudging his arm. “Our little duo could make you forget anyone.”

“Not so little, thank you.” I tried to change the subject. All of a sudden, I didn’t want Heero thinking of anyone but me.

“Duo is doing a good job, but he’s hard to forget.” Heero’s eyes left the club, his mind obviously thinking on someone else.

Ouch, salve for my pride anyone? Is there a Dr. in the house, because I think my ego is broken?

I wasn’t that upset by his comment, sometimes someone gets pretty deep under your skin, one day is not enough to change that…but that didn’t mean I wish it was.

Hilde went into another gear. I don’t know whether its protective mode, aggressive mode, or a combination of both; maybe she saw that his comment hurt me and went on the offensive, I don’t know, but hell was coming, that I did know.

“Dude, you are with an amazing guy. He’s smart independent, loving, gorgeous, and completely loyal. Whoever you’re hurting over is making you miss out on the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” Hilde was in his face by the end of her rant.

Eeeep!!

She’s not even close to drunk; why is her tongue so loose?! I have no clue, but shit! I expected Heero to shut down, not respond…but he did.

He swallowed hard, eyes shutting while he spoke. “He’s charming, intelligent, self-made and independent, the life of any party, sensually masculine, and he can make you feel important just by focusing on you for a brief second.” He shook his head. “But I’m not enough to catch his notice.”

Damn, he had it bad. That guy must be something…I was instantly struck by an image. That description fit someone very well, someone who was in the news constantly for his playboy antics and his ‘most wanted bachelor’ status, a man who went through lovers like toilet paper… a man for whom Heero just happened to work.

Milliardo Peacraft.

I was suddenly, intensely angry. That description was nothing resembling a letting go; Heero wanted him still, and I’m fairly sure he was using me to teach him how. Sound silly, no, wait, just listen. ‘The life of the party’ description was an understatement, Milliardo, nicknamed Zechs to his followers, was out every weekend at some club or another.

Yeah, he was an insanely good businessman, but his hobbies ruled his nightlife. I know because I’ve met him both in the office and outside of. He’s cool as hell, but he’s a bastard to any would-be lover, making them feel as if he would give them the world, and he would for a few days, then the newness wears off and he finds someone new.

I knew from experience, not personally, but he screwed over one of my girlfriends back in college. Oh, and he doesn’t discriminate between the sexes either, taking his pleasure from any willing to give it.

The beautiful ones that often caught Zech’s attention were found in clubs and bars alike. That’s not really Heero’s scene. He point blank refused to dance at first, and now he’s demanding that I teach him? Why exactly does he want to know…unless he wants to be the object of Zech’s attention?

Screw that. I’m not grooming Heero to be someone’s disposable fucktoy.

The others were still talking, Hilde still reeling at Heero, Noin was apparently upset now, too. Fanfuckingtastic night.

I’m done.

I walked away; I needed to get away from them before I lost it, too. I let myself get dragged into the crowd of the club, watching people writhe about on the dance floor, watching anonymous couples makeout in random dark corners. This sucks.

I know the deal was if Heero was having a bad time, I’d take him back immediately, but what happens if I’m having a bad time? I didn’t make an allowance for that. Sonofabitch, now I’m not only sulking, but I’m bitter.

Grr. It had been such a great night up until that, too. Why couldn’t Heero just keep his fucking mouth shut? As I stood there watching other people having a good time, all the water I had drank caught up with me, bathroom break.

I made my way to the gents’ room towards the back of the club. It had a little less traffic due to its location. I found a free urinal, and did my business, but while I was washing my hands, I looked up, scanning myself in the mirror only to find dark blue eyes staring back at me.

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A little bit of a cliffie, and the club-ness is really rather long, but I love the tension that gets drawn out because of it. Hope the temperature is getting a bit warm for you, cuz it gets a lot hotter next time.

Reviews and votes are appreciated. Much love.