Connections

Author Notes: This fiction is mainly for a reviewer, Katrice, and her idea that I couldn’t pass up!
I need some help as well, because I’ve never written a story like this, well, one I want to be more than a chapter, I need some ideas for the story line. Email me at lilwicca_123@yahoo.com, IM me on Yahoo IM at slytherin_poster_boy, AOL IM at ShotInsane, or just leave a review, I’ll make sure to dedicate the chapter you help with to you! THANKS!
Mentions to ALMOST NCS; Vulgar Language, Slash, and other yummies.
Disclaimer: I wish they belonged me o.o;
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‘What did it matter? I mean, sure, things went a little badly, and I just dump him? I can’t believe I did that….’ Duo berated himself under his breath, fingers tangling into his braid. Zechs wasn’t the greatest guy to stay with, Duo had the bruises on his arms to prove it… ‘He was just a little jealous..I mean..I shouldn’t have been dancing with that guy…’ ‘But that’s why I went with him! A dance club is for DANCING!’ Now he was arguing with himself, as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t miss Zechs like he should.
‘Of course I should miss him! He took my virginity..’ ‘Virginity is ssooo overrated!’ Duo hissed mentally, before shaking his head. It was bad when you were drunk enough to talk to yourself, but when you started answering, and getting angry at the little voices, you were in deep shit. He stopped shaking his head, it made him too dizzy. ‘Defiantly should NOT have let that crazy bartender give me that Mixed Chaos’ he thought, throwing an angry glance at the short-haired girl, Hilde S. was what the ass of her pants said….

Endless Eden was known for it’s odd ways, and equally odd crowd. Preps and Goths, Punks and Sluts, they all hung out here, and on top of that, they hung out together here. The waitresses where clad in black leather pants, their names where on the seat of them, sewn on in sequins, and they had the pleasure of turning and bending over to each customer, male and female alike. It was an open club, one where you could turn one corner, find a pair of sluts feeling each other up, and turn the next to find some Mohawk-wearing guy pounding a cheerleader into the wall. But that’s what made him feel ok there. Except for the fact of being felt up by various heterosexual guys mistaking him for a female….
Sighing dramatically, Quatre pushed his blond bangs from his face, today they were tipped red, and Heero had the pleasure of asking him who he killed each tip a bit of the colored gel rubbed off on his hands. Sally was constantly telling him that he’d been ‘caught red handed’ when he denied killing anyone. Blowing at a fluttering spec of dust on the bar top, he tilted his head to glance at Sally, chuckling. She was doing the same thing she’d been doing since they arrived. Eying a girl who Quatre thought was a bit too butch looking for his dominatrix friend. Noin was, as per usual, clad in black PVC from thigh to shoulder. She looked wrapped in it, but the blonde did admit she had an excellent body…

Wufei lowered his head behind the dark sunglasses, despite the fact that the room was barely lit where he sat, and twiddled the paint brush in his hand. He was just another constant here, a guy who painted any bit of skin for the right price, and would fend off advances from his customers. It didn’t matter to him, there wasn’t anyone he was looking for at the moment, I mean, who would when you have a sexy rich boyfriend, though in college, who sent you gifts every day of the week? He sure didn’t mind. Lazily, he tapped the brush along the table to the music, head bobbing ever so slightly.
His best friend was right now fending off a few of the cheerleading squad who were busy trying to find out if he stuffed his pants, or if it was real. All they had to do was ask Wufei, he could tell them it was all real and all natural. Another few people passed, and then one walked up to him, yawning absently, he raised his eyes and almost fell of his seat…

His body was moving, spinning, falling, all so very quickly that he felt like a blur in a world of too many colors and sounds. His fingers where locked above his head, bending almost unnaturally back as he arched into the air. Who would doubt that he didn’t have talent? Maybe a blind deaf man, but anyone else could feel him pulsing to the beat. His lips whispered words that seemed to be gibberish until he found the beat, found the pulse of the music and just moved. He was naturally becoming the center of attention. He always was, even the newbies knew who he was. Trowa Barton, champion dancer, ex-stripper extraordinaire.
He was drenched with water from the fog machine that continued to pump air down over the crowd, sweat, water, adrenaline. Maybe even drool from the men sitting in the back. Trowa could feel their eyes on him, most too scared to approach someone like him, or too stuck up to admit they might just like a tight body like his even if he was male; but, he felt something else, a different stir in the air. It was like a vacuum, the whole floor sucking in one collective gasp, and he had to open his eyes….my god….

The man that returned his look was had astonishing blue eyes, and he couldn’t decide whether to faint, yell, or rant. Opting for a little of each, he let his eyes close a moment, before standing and glaring at the teen. “God damnit, Heero!!” he growled, before crossing his arms angrily over his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack..what where you thinki-…are those leather?” Wufei proceeded to gently caress the outline of a thigh, before he heard a small chuckle. “Nice to see you too, Chang, yes, they are leather, no, you cannot borrow them, and yes I am back.” Nodding slightly, Wufei withdrew his hand. Heero was an ex, well, not exactly an ex, more like a friend who’d stopped accompanying him to bed.
“What are you back here for so soon, didn’t J have a big contest to run?” Wufei murmured. You see, Heero’s uncle, Dr. J, was quite the scientist, and he often traveled the world, competing with the best and sometimes dragging his nephew along. Heero nodded once more, “Yes, he does, but the people, you know, the Winners, who were running the contest with him, decided that they wanted me to show their son around New York, let the boy see the sights. I agreed and so now Quatre, their son, has drug me here..” He didn’t look too pleased with that, but when did Heero ever look pleased? “So where is the kid?” Wufei questioned, eyebrow raising, “…mmmhhh….maybe over there dancing with Barton?” he asked, pointed to the large crowd that was now watching the two boys dance off.

His body swayed and arched just as easily as Trowa’s, but he had a natural…almost feminine….grace that made him able to do things even Trowa couldn’t do. Maybe it was the five years of ballet that gave him the edge over the boy, but they were very close in technique. Trowa was practically stripping on the spot, trying to outdo the blonde newbie, but it didn’t stop Quatre from getting just as much attention as he shifted, spun and leaned back against Trowa’s hands, pushing the long fingers into Trowa’s chest and pinning them there. His arms locked around the banged-boy’s waist and he slid down, then up again the lithe body, before pulling back, blowing a kiss, and bouncing away. If it weren’t for the crowds, Trowa would have followed.
Quatre grinned and ran a hand through his hair, plopping himself down in an empty bar stool, before ordering something the ‘tender told him was a ‘Mixed Chaos’, when he asked what it was, the girl, Hilde; she’d corrected him, when he called her ‘miss’, was a mixture of different alcohols, with a few drops of Orange, Lemon, Berry, or Cherry ice that felt like it was freezing your mouth as the alcohol burnt it’s way down your throat. A muttering voice caught his attention, “Wouldn’t take that, if I were you, it’d mess you up.” the braided boy said, a small grin on his face, “…No…way..DUO!!” Almost immediately, the chestnut-haired boy was pounced and knocked off his seat, leaving him to stare dazedly up at a pair of aquamarine eyes.

Trowa panted, shaking his head and toweling his face off with his over shirt, before throwing it at Wufei, barely missing a shaggy haired boy beside him. “’Yo, Wu’, who’s your bud’?” he asked, grinning as he walked up, it was only when he got close enough to make out the exotic features of the boy’s face did he realized, “Aw, shit, back already, Heero?” he teased, prodding the smirking boy in the side as he flopped down in the chair, “…Yes, I am, and you smell like a dirty sweat sock..” he shot helpfully, eyes glinting, “Humph, it’s not my fault, stupid blonde bimbo was trying to show me up..” Trowa murmured, and Wufei spoke up, “Trowa, he did show you up, he slammed you, man..” Heero nodded in agreement as Trowa grumbled, “I should kick the shit out of that little newb..” he murmured, and Heero this time, shook his head, “Can’t let ya’, Trowa, that ‘newb’ is the son of the Winner family, the ONLY son, as in, mondo bucks.” Trowa’s visible eye widened.
“Shittt..you mean I’ve been showed up by a preppy blonde bimbo??!!” Trowa cried sarcastically before shaking his head, “What’s it matter to you, anyway, Heero? And, speaking of blonde bimbos, where’s Renny?” Heero visibly shuddered and shook his head, “Relena is gone, summer vacation on some yacht in some lake that I don’t give a damn about. And, I’m babysitting that blonde, my responsibility while he’s in York.” Trowa smirked softly and patting Heero on the crown of his head, which was still easy for him despite the fact that he was sitting, “Poor Heero.” he muttered, before taking a drink of Wufei’s water, “You get a look at that blonde’s ass though, Wufei? Enough to give a straight man a hard-on.” Wufei rolled his eyes, a smirk tinting his lips…

Once they’d sorted out their limbs and pulled each other up, Duo and Quatre embraced, “Mannn, it’s been like, forever! I’ve missed you.” Duo purred, nuzzling like a cat would against Quatre’s shoulder. Quatre only laughed, fingers wrapped tight around the boy’s braid, “I’ve missed you too, Duo, I’m here with a friend of mine for a few weeks, checking out the sights and stuff!” Duo grinned and pressed a kiss to the tip of the blonde’s nose, “Oh really? Who’s your ‘friend’, does he come with advantages?” Duo was purring again, but it was a husky purr that made Quatre shiver, “No..just met him really, my mum and dad knew his uncle, so they sent me away with him, ya’know how they are..” Nodding slightly, Duo slung his arm around Quatre’s waist and gave him a squeeze, “Care to introduce me to this ‘friend’?”
Shrugging, Quatre tugged the braid gently, and Duo’s eyes lit up, it was how they used to be, possessive and loving to each other. Shaking his head to rid it off those thoughts, he grinned, “ I seen you whipped Trowa’s ass when you two where dancing, nice job, you’ve gotten a few moves since I last saw you..” Nodding, Quatre smiled, “Yeah, but most of those older ones were yours, if ya remember..” And indeed, he did remember. Smiling, he shook his head once more…

-Flashback-

‘Shut up and turn around, drop ‘em, bitch.” the burly boy hissed at the pale blonde. His head was ducked and the shaking of his shoulders said he was crying. Duo growled, Red was always…doing this…to the newbies. Fuck no, not anymore…
Quatre stiffened as he heard the soft ‘thud’ and waited…and waited….before turning to look over his shoulder. His glasses were blurred with tears, teeth worrying at his lower lip, and instead of seeing the large redhead, he seen him…

“I’m Duo….and your Quatre, right?” he asked, helping the boy out of the bathroom stall and towards the sink, “Mh’hm..yes..thank you..” the small blonde murmured, offering a slight smile that was all metal. “Oh! Braces, I used to have them, hated them..” Daid,aid, gently wipping the boy’s tears off his glasses after offering the blonde a piece of tissue paper, “Red won’t bug you anymore, I’m gonna turn him in again, ‘s about time he gets caught or something..” Nodding to himself, Duo gently led the boy out of the bathroom then, leaving behind the tissues and a bleeding Red.

“Duo..I don’t know…my mom will kill me….” “Don’t worry about it! I’ll talk to her, you know she like!” e!” Sighing “Fine, Duo, just..don’t hurt me..” laughing “I’ll try not, just don’t blink, ok?” Whimpering, “There ya go…there’s one…” “Mhph…” “And there’s two! Tada! No more glasses, for you, Q!” Quatre grinned. He’d known Duo for a almost a full year before the braided boy decided to take Quatre’s fashion matters into his own hands. “Now, smile and let me see those pearly whites.” Almost six months after meeting Duo, Quatre was able to get his braces off, and Duo was there on that day to help him pick out a celebratory outfit so cou could eat out, “Damn..you don’t have braces, you just need a new wardrobe and contacts and you’ll be a hottie!” Quatre was shaking his head and protesting, but it didn’t stop the boxes of clothing that arrived each Friday, Quatre’s size and much more suitable for ‘lounging’.

-End Flashback-

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be a geek, Duo!” Quatre was laughing now, both arms around Duo’s neck as he pressed his lips to the other boy’s. It was a quick kiss, friendly and soft, before he pulled away and dragged a dazed Duo behind him towards the messy mop of brown hair that he knew to belong to Heero.