Rekindle My fire

Rekindle My Fire.
Moonlight gleamed gracefully off of Quatre’s creamy, satin-blonde hair causing his starlight on silk complexion to simply glow. The blonde’s fingers were meshed together, forming a steeple. He smiled. A mischievous beauty sat across the room from Quatre, his elbows carelessly digging into the soft burgundy plush of the armchair he was curled up in. Duo flipped his long, shimmering cherry-chocolate colored hair over a shoulder—and it fell right back to where it was before. Duo tried again to flip the braid out of his way and over his shoulder again. It fell back. Irritated, Duo continued this process--Same results. Quatre giggled at his best-friend and roommates antics. The chestnut-haired boy huffed. “Don’t laugh—it could happen to you one day!”
“Phhhh. Whatever, Duo.” The blonde replied, not without a sarcastic edge to his voice.
“So what’s the plan for tonight?”
“Mmmm, well I thought we’d try something—different this evening.” Duo replied, eyes gleaming with the finesse of a cat about to pounce. “There’s this new bar that just opened a few weeks ago, the papers are raving about it and I thought we should go and you know, check it out.”
“Huh. And this wouldn’t be at all a scheme to get me to drink now would it?” The blonde questioned skeptically. “Nah, of course not, Q, how could you even suggest that?” Duo’s voice was toned to mock innocence, but his grin was nothing short of impish. “Please Cat? Pretty pleases?” The braided baka stuck out his bottom lip to form a cute little pout. Quatre sighed, he couldn’t say no to Duo. “Alright, alright, but there is no way in hell I’m going to down any Tequila. Deal?”
“Of course.” Duo replied. You don’t have to have Tequila, I was thinking more Scotch, or Volcano anyway. “So, you go up-stairs and change, and so will I.” With that Duo bounded up the stairs, braid flailing behind him. He knew exactly what he was going to wear.


Quatre sighed as he rifled through his bureau. Oh, Great. We’ve held off the laundry far too long, this is all I have to wear. Quatre grimaced, as he held up a white, Skin-tight, zipper-up, pant-suit complete with a sheer blue cloak. Duo had bought the out-fit for Quatre, telling him to loosen up once in a while, although considering how sensuously tight the suit was, saying something like that was a little on the ironic side. Well it can’t hurt just to wear it this once, besides we are going to a bar. And so Quatre stripped down and Zipped-up. Throwing the cloak on as a last attempt at modesty, the blue-eyed boy rushed out of his room, shut the door quietly behind himself and clambered downstairs to where a scantily clad Duo was currently waiting for him. Low slung black jeans met a practically painted on crop top, and obviously--from the smirk on Duo’s face he was aware how this attire could affect others…certain blonde, blue-eyed others. “Hey, nice out-fit Q, so tight you can see every curve and detail—and I mean that!” Duo exclaimed as he glanced briefly at the blonde’s pelvic vicinity. Quatre would have blushed had the blood not been rushing somewhere lower due to seeing Duo decked out in such provocative clothing. “A-are we ready to leave now?” Quatre stuttered, desperately trying to keep his mind from wandering straight to the gutters.
“Yep…Oh! And Quatre?”
“Mmhm?”
“You look hot too.” Duo winked wickedly, and then hopped into the driver’s seat of the shiny black convertible.


The Drive was uneventful except for some playful teasing back and forth. After about fifteen minutes, they had reached their destination. Quatre gazed up at a flashy sign done in what looked to be sticks of bamboo. It read; “The Singed Stage.”
Duo giggled, “Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you, there are fire-dancers that do a performance on stage every ten minutes.”
“Oh.” Was all Quatre could manage. Fire dancers? More than likely male considering the fact that Duo was gay and knew that Quatre was too. Huh…this could prove to be much more interesting than I thought.

Quatre allowed himself to be dragged inside the bar by a more than obviously excited Duo. “Wow! I’ve never seen so many hotties packed into one warm—and getting warmer by the second—place!” Duo’s face beamed, he looked like a child who had just been given the keys to a candy store. Quatre was impressed, the décor was so much…more than that of the other, trashier bars he had seen in time spent with Duo.
The bar consisted of one very large rectangular room. The rock and bamboo stick walls built an ambiance of genuine exoticism. But the prettiest and most eye catching detail was the stage set in the North most regions of the bar, its shiny oak surface gleamed in the moonlight filtering through a large open skylight, Quatre was amused to see that it was indeed singed—as the bars name had earlier suggested. No doubt due to some careless young male--sweaty and shirtless…NO! Urgh, Quatre get these thoughts out of your head. Seriously though, Quatre had to admit that whoever did dance upon this stage certainly must have some level of grace and obvious talent. Quatre thought, if it were me…the stage would be reduced to nothing more than ashes right now. It took the blonde a few minutes of inspecting the place before he realized that Duo was no longer by his side, so Quatre wandered and gazed around searching for his companion, he was about give up when he spotted Duo.
He was sitting at a table with two mugs filled to the brim with some sort of steaming liquid—of course composed of alcohol. Duo caught sight of Quatre and waved him over. The blonde pushed through the crowd towards Duo; he pulled up a chair and sat.
“So where were you? I was waving but you didn’t notice me--till now that is! Were you off in a dream world or somethin?” Duo questioned, as he smiled at the blonde.
“I suppose you could say that.” The boy replied.
“Well, stay put okay? The fire dancers are about to start their act.” As if on cue the lights dimmed, the torches on either side of the stage lit, and dramatic drum music began to play. The entire room quieted down in anticipation. Quatre’s breath was held.
The drums slowed their tempo,
and onto the stage walked the two most beautiful men the blonde had ever seen. An ebony-haired beauty that Quatre presumed to be about his own age, and a man with long Platinum hair and the most striking ice-blue eyes, flipped onto the stage. Each one held what looked to be a baton in their left hand. The two men split apart, each headed for a torch. Once the batons had been lit, they each returned to the center and started twirling the batons like mad. Spinning so fast all the audience could see looked like a blur of orange and blue. Then the dancers tossed them up into the air, each dancer flipped forwards and caught the others baton. The mesmerizing dance ended with the two meshed in each others arm and leaning back. The stage went black for a moment then all the lights came back on, and the stage was completely empty—not a dancer in sight.
Wow! Thought Quatre as his senses slowly returned to normal. The whole bar was filled with the sounds of applause, Duo was whistling. “Whoohoo, I have got to meet those guys!” He exclaimed with excitement.
“Duo, don’t do anything stupid!”
“Awwww. Relax Q, what could I possibly do if you’re with me?” And with that Duo grabbed Quatre and pulled him stealthily towards the, “Staff Only”, room. Quatre blindly followed his companion through the darkness of what seemed to be a storage room, he heard a light switch being flicked on and didn’t realize that he had backed up and bumped into something—a warm, breathing something.
“Duo?”
“Not exactly.” A strong, unfamiliar voice answered. Quatre spun around; the gorgeous platinum blonde dancer gazed down at him.
“What are you doing in here?” The man’s piecing blue eyes, showed a grudging curiosity. He’s the prettiest creature I’ve ever seen. That out-fit is so tight I can see his....
The man blushed, realizing what portion of the small blonde’s anatomy he had been staring at. “This area is off limits to customers.” He stated, regaining his composure.
“I-I was looking for my friend,” Quatre stammered. “He should be around here somewhere.
“Hmm. Well, I suppose could help you look for him. Oh, by the way, my name is Zechs Marquise.”
“Quatre Winner.”
“Well, Mr. Winner…” Zechs started
“Quatre. Please, just call me Quatre.” The small blonde interrupted.
“All right then Quatre, please call me Zechs.”
“Alright Zechs.”
Zechs led Quatre towards the far side of the room, where a pretty bamboo-stick door stood.
“This is where my uh-friend-Wufei and I stay; we had the basement converted to a sort of suite so we could live here. In return we dance for the customers every ten minutes from about 8-am to 3-am. It’s really quite pretty inside.”
“Whoa, you guys have fairly long hours—doesn’t it get tiring?” Quatre asked, concern marring his brow.
“Yeah, but hey it’s the best arrangement we could come across. Besides, we do both love to dance.” Zechs replied, touched at the fact that someone he had just met could be so caring.
“Anyway, we’d better go inside. I have no doubts that your friend is in the company of Wufei.”
Zechs knocked on the door—no reply. He knocked again—still no reply. “Huh, that’s weird. I know Wufei was in here. So he turned the shiny gold knob and opened the door, he started to walk in. “Come on in Quatre, I….!” Zechs stopped what he was saying right there. Curious, Quatre wandered inside. He walked up to Zechs and turned to look at what the platinum haired dancer was clearly surprised to see. Quatre couldn’t believe his eyes, right there in the middle of a beautiful, coral, tiled floor was Wufei and Duo, making out like there was no tomorrow. Quatre gasped! “D-Duo?” The chestnut-haired boy looked up for a second at Quatre. “Oh, Hey Cat! I was almost worried you wouldn’t find me! What took ya so long? Not that I’m complaining mind you!” He stated grinning sweetly at Quatre then turning back to his mid-night haired lover. “B-but, how--do you know each other?” Wufei looked up.
“I met Duo at a coffee shop, a few weeks back-just before this place opened. We discussed certain things, and people…” Duo winked at Quatre. “We also started dating, but you know—making out just isn’t the same without our two hot, best buddies around to join in on the fun.”
Quatre’s mouth hung open. Those two planned this all along? ...Wait a minute! Quatre turned towards Zechs. “Did you know about this?”
The icy eyed man raised his arms in a, *I’m just as surprised as you*, gesture
“I had no part in any of this!” He exclaimed. “Although I don’t disagree with what they’re offering. After all I can’t just let you leave without punishing you for trespassing, now can I?” Zechs smiled reassuringly.
“So whaddya say Cat?” Duo asked, with a hopeful edge to his voice. Quatre was silent for a moment. Oh, what the hell!
“Okay guys, I’ll take you up on that offer.” And with that he tilted his head up and pressed his lips to Zechs’s in a searing kiss.
“Heh, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.” Duo smirked, as he and Wufei got up and made way to the two blondes that stood before them. Wufei leaned forwards to grab Quatre and lead him towards something that was covered with a tarp. Zechs slid the tarp off of whatever it was concealing and Quatre was surprised to see that it was a hot tub, steaming hot and ready to be used. Wufei pulled Quatre close and kissed him. Quatre opened his mouth a tiny crack and Wufei took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside. While licking the inside of Quatre’s lips and the underside of his tongue, both began to work each others clothes off. Quatre turned his head in time to see that Zechs and Duo were doing the same to each other. The blonde was becoming more and more turned on, watching two other boys get off with each other and knowing that he was doing the same.
Duo groaned as Zechs began to grind his hips against his own straining erection.
Wufei slid the blue cloak off Quatre and reached behind to slowly unzip the back of the blonde’s pantsuit, marveling at the silky smoothness of Quatre’s skin. Meanwhile Quatre had undone the belt to Wufei’s tight jeans and was working them off, sliding them down Wufei’s legs. The ebony-haired boy had managed to slip off the pantsuit, *thank you Oh divine being* and was sliding off Quatre’s white, silk boxers—making sure to give the boys rear a good massage as he did so. Quatre had slipped off Wufei’s shirt pausing to tease a nipple and giving a satisfied smile as Wufei let out a tiny gasp. Finally, free from the restrictions of clothing Wufei and Quatre stepped into the hot-tub. The usually angelic—though not so much at the moment, Quatre—decided that Wufei could use a hand job and began groping Wufei’s cock, thrusting and squeezing it till Wufei began to scream and moan from the ecstasy. In turn Wufei reciprocated and worked on pulsing Quatre’s own rock-hard member.
Zechs and Duo, still struggling to get one another’s clothes off decided it would be more fun to diverge of clothing using the teeth, so Duo lowered his head to Zechs’s groin, and gripping the waistband of his boxers in between his own lips, Duo pulled down the boxers. He blushed as he realized his nose had brushed against the tip of Zechs’s penis, and he had a wet spot of pre-cum dripping off the tip. Zech’s moaned at the contact and trust his hips upward, eager for more pressure. Duo smirked and pressed his lips to the tip tasting Zechs, before he took the latter into his mouth whole. Zechs cried out in pleasure, as he felt the wet heat of Duo’s mouth envelop him. Duo was becoming more and more turned on by the sounds around him, he growled, lifted up his head and said to Zechs, “I want to be inside of you and Quatre and Wufei, fucking them all through you! Are you alright with that?”
Zechs nodded urgently and he rolled over to pick up a tube of Vaseline that had fallen out of his pants pocket earlier. “I keep it around in case of burns.” He explained, panting.
Quatre and Wufei, who had looked up at this moment understood what to do once they saw the tube of Vaseline. Stumbling they hopped out of the tub and made their way over to Zechs and Duo. The amethyst eyed boy squeezed some Vaseline out onto three fingers and began prepping himself as he passed the tube off to Zechs, who began prepping himself and Quatre, then off to Quatre who prepped himself and Wufei. Once all four had been thoroughly slicked and were positioned at each others entrances, Duo asked, “Are you guys ready?” The other three nodded numbly in anticipation and Duo then lowered slowly into Zechs, not wanting to hurt the blonde.
“Uhh, Duo harder, faster.” Zechs begged.
Always willing to oblige, Duo thrust roughly into Zechs causing the latter to plunge into Quatre. Crying out, Quatre pushed into Wufei. Wufei could feel the sex of all of them blanketing his senses like a perpetual wave of pleasure. Quatre felt about ready to burst from the sensation of being filled and filling another at the same time. Zechs felt the hard, fast mixture of pain and pleasures engulf all his nerves, sending him over the edge. And Duo felt the satisfaction at filling them all through one, being in control and helpless to the feelings he was succumbed to. Quatre was the first to break, screaming as he reached his climax, his erotic screams caused his new lovers to follow suit. They all moaned and cried out each others names as the spilled their seed all over themselves and into the others. Out of breath, sweaty and with chests heaving, Quatre, Zechs, Wufei and Duo, curled up in each others arms, enjoying the peaceful aftermath.
Duo was the first to break the silence. “You know, I think I’m going to need another drink here tomorrow. What about you Cat?”
“Oh I’m definitely going to need to come back tomorrow.” And with that have been said all of the four companions fell asleep in each others arms.