White | Silver | Black
Ok this is a story that blindsided me and stole about three weeks of my life away from me. I don't know what my muse was on at the time... This is also a birthday present for my wonderful friend the Pyscho Ferret, considering I tortured her with it. ^^
Rating: Most definitely NC-17
Pairing: 2x1x6
WARNING: This is a PWP. No attempt at a plot was made in this story. This story is about sex, and its obvious its about sex. I was told if you put a flashing pink neon sign reading 'SEX!!' over this story it wouldn't be anymore obvious what its about. Oh and this is also my first PWP and first lemon(s).
Disclaimer: Unfortunately the G boys ain't mine. And its such a shame too, but they belong to other people who live far away and several tax brackets up from me.
Feedback: I'm begging here, I really am. Depending on the response I get for this part I might be inspired to type up the rest of the story. If not then I'll just have ta leave ya hangin.
The club was dark, musty with the scent of cigarettes and various drugs. Multicolored lights pulsed and flashed, illuminating the gyrating mass of bodies on the dance floor. Loud music blared from speakers with a fast pounding beat which matched the pulsing lights. People came here to forget, to lose themselves in a crowd and not think of the consequences.
That was what drew Heero to this place. He wanted to lose himself in a crowd. He wanted to feel the crush of the people, to lose himself in the flesh pressing against him. Heero wanted to drown in the feeling of being joined intimately with another.
Heero had never denied his emotions, he simply controlled them. When his baser urges became too much, he had no qualms about indulging in them. Male or female wasn't important to him, it was the released caused by it that he cared about. It was hard sometimes, to achieve that needed release was hard, especially when he was haunted by cobalt eyes and long chestnut hair. But that vision was beyond him and he wouldn't sully it with his impure actions. Especially if he couldn't offer more than a night.
Heero wove through the crush towards the bar. After claiming a seat and ordering a drink he waited. It wouldn't be long now before people started to gather around him. Though he had never been in this particular club before, it was the same in all of them.
Soon people began to crowd, to ask for dances or outright asking if he wanted to go somewhere and fuck. This amused him but he wasn't ready yet, he enjoyed taking his time in finding a conquest for the night. His admirers soon filtered, leaving him his peace for now.
The song changed to something slower, more sensuous; the colored lights changed to a soft, almost soothing, blue-violet. Heero lifted dark blue eyes, surveying the bodies meshed together only separated by their clothing. He noticed a small circle forming and appreciative murmurs going around.
He got off his stool and stalked forward, joining the outer edge of the cluster. Her asked the first person he saw what was going on to cause such interest.
“The angel's dancing...”
It was all the answer he was going to get from that person, so he pressed forward. His skin tingled from the contact but he was focused on seeing this ‘angel' that everyone seemed to be interested in. When he finally reached the front line of spectators his breathe caught and he knew why the dancer was called an angel.
There, before him was a slim, compactly muscled body swaying seductively to the slow, pulsing beat of the music. Tanned hands traced down a broad chest, clad in a white tux-shirt with a sky-blue leather vest laced over it. The long fingered hands glided lower, wrapping around slim hips covered in soft, white leather pants. He wore ankle-high boots of a soft, light blue color. The angel moved his hips in a slow circle, causing strands of chestnut hair to spill over his shoulder. The hair had beautiful highlights in it, cast by the softly pulsing lights.
Heero felt his mouth go dry has he watched the seductive movements of the dancer, felt his own loins tighten at the incredibly erotic movements he made; the dancer's eyes were closed, he seemed to be oblivious to the hungry stares directed at him.
After a slow, teasing eternity the song ended and the dancer opened his eyes halfway. Intense, glittering cobalt eyes surveyed the audience in the small window of silence. Heero felt his breath hitch in his throat from observing such beauty. How often had he dreamed, fantasized about those eyes?
The angel that was Duo Maxwell fixed those glimmering orbs on him. Heero felt a hunger rise in him, a hunger to feel that smooth skin beneath his palms and that ocean of hair around his body. Prussian eyes darkened with lust has they continued to observe the white leather clad pilot.
Before he had time to think of what to do to achieve that vision, a new figure stepped forward. The group around Duo had broken up once the music began again. This figure was clad all in a bloody hued outfit. Velvet pants, crimson red that clung to powerfully muscled thighs yet hung low on his hips. Heavy black boots came up to his knees and continued on over his knees, obvious imitation OZ officer boots. A tight, scarlet mesh shirt revealed every solid muscle in the man's chest. The colored lights of the club were now a pulsing, angry red which highlighted the long, shining platinum mane.
Intense, nail blue eyes that could only belong to Milliardo Peacecraft fixed on the figure of Duo who seemed to glow like a beacon from on high. A small smirk crossed that full mouth before he turned and walked over to Milliardo. Heero watched, no longer hearing the music, only aware of the blood roaring in his ears. He watched as Duo draped his arms over Milliardo's neck, who wrapped his arms around Duo's torso. The couple started dancing to the music, pressed tightly together. Heero felt his pants tighten and his breath hiss as he watched the two practically fuck each other on the dance floor. The crowd pressed in, blocking his view of the erotically gyrating couple.
It was almost a physical shock when his skin finally registered the multitude of bodies pressing against him. His flesh felt hot, like it was burning, every touch sending shock of feeling through him. For a second he saw through the people to Duo and Milliardo, who were still locked together. He saw Duo turn and he felt his heart almost stop at the blazingly sultry look his former partner threw him. Then the crush again blocked his view.
He was so aroused by now it was almost painful. It ached to find release and every slight touch made his blood boil more. Now, his body shouted at him, give us release now! Heero was at the mercy of his raging hormones and all good soldiers know when they are defeated. After surveying the dance floor, he spied a pretty red head who kept eyeing him.
She was dressed in a red halter top and a barely there camo-green skirt. She came over and wrapped her thin arms around his neck. He grabbed her narrow hands, dragging her up against his body. She gasped when she felt his burning hardness press against her soft stomach. Heero simply regarded her through smoldering blue eyes, his lips quirking into one of his rare sexy smiles. They started moving with the music's beat, Heero using every opportunity to press against her. By the end of the song she was almost as aroused has he was.
After that one song they left the club, barely getting outside before Heero pounced. His hormones had him in turmoil over being denied for so long. He grabbed her, pushing their lower bodies together. She gasped and arched into him, pressing more of the soft, yielding skin against his muscles. Light-brown eyes hazed by lust looked at him and he growled, pulling her into a nearby alley.
He growled again and kissed her hard, forcefully nplunging his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of alcohol and stale cigarettes but he didn't care, she wasn't truly what he wanted. They briefly fumbled with the obstacle of clothing, removing what was needed for the one act they both wanted. Soon he was inside her, moving in a frenzied rhythm of pure lust and denied desire. Heero closed his eyes letting instinct take over. Behind his closed eyelids he saw Duo and Milliardo dancing again, that heated sultry look Duo had sent him as he arched against his partner. Heero felt his release building inside him. He shuddered as his climax swept over him, that erotic dance still playing behind his eyes.
End of Part 1