The boy was in the middle of the dance floor of the club and was likewise the center of attention. He danced mostly by himself, hands stretched high one second, then slowly lowering and running all over his own body, head turning back and forth with the beat as the music built to a climax; all the while his movements mimicking the ecstasy of another kind of climax.

Every so often another dancer would have the nerve to approach him and dance with him. Some were girls, some guys. Duo never refused anyone. But if you watched closely you could see that as much as Duo made room for his temporary dance partner, and participated in dancing with that partner, they never really breached Duo's own private world. It was like he was still dancing by himself, even if his body was going through the movements with the other person.

When the song ended, as if they could sense Duo's "otherness," they left to find another partner that would pay more attention to them than the music. But Duo continued to dance. Seemingly tireless, he danced through all the songs, only rarely stopping to take a breather.

He was always at the center of the dance floor. And he always had a crowd around him. Sometimes they would stand back to watch him, but often they would close in and dance right next to him, maybe trying to steal some of his endless energy.

The music continued to pound out of the speakers and Duo continued to dance, his lithe body glistening under the hot lights as he moved. The strobe lights pulsed and seemed to slow things down and speed them up at the same time. It was an odd effect and added to the sense of otherness that surrounded the braided boy. It made him seem ethereal, somehow residing between two planes of existence -- movement and stillness. It further entranced the dancers and spectators alike, and caused them to stay away even while it attracted them.

Duo preferred dancing alone. He never refused anyone who came up to dance with him because he thought it wasn' fair to tease and not follow through. With dancing, anyway. Besides, if the dancer had gotten up the nerve to approach him, Duo felt they deserved some kind of reward. It amused Duo to think of it as something similar to "noblesse oblige." And he was a good dancer. Damn good. This was not false pride, this was fact. And he knew that he looked good, too. You can' dance your ass off, sweating like a pig every night and NOT have a good-looking body. And his long braid was a definite plus. His looks had attracted both girls and guys in the past.

But he was never really interested in dancing with anyone except himself. He let his body take control, flowing with the smooth beat or pounding with each beat of bass and drums. His body knew exactly what it was doing; there was no need for Duo to think about it at all.

Duo broke free of the anonymous embrace as the song ended. He spun around in place a few times, pumping his hips from left to right to emphasize the new beat. The arms let go easily and the anonymous brave soul slipped back into the crowd, sighing in satisfaction from the experience.

Duo danced his way over to the bar, still moving in place, hips and head still moving to the beat as he waited for the bartender to look at him. A quiet sort, with hair combed forward, covering half his face. Not that odd hairstyles were out of place here; in fact, anything went.

"The usual," Duo said.

The bartender went to get Duo's usual which consisted of a sprite/coke combination. He never drank when he was dancing. It detracted from the pleasure he got. When the bartender brought Duo's drink over, he knocked it back like a shot of tequila. "Aaah. That was good, Trowa. You know exactly what I like," Duo said with a wink. Trowa accepted the friendly flirting with the calm that made him perfect for his job. Duo went back to the center of the dance floor. Closing his eyes as he danced, he soon became lost in his own world once again.

A few songs later (although Duo wouldn' be able to pin down exactly how much time had passed as the music flowed around him and pulsed through his body) he sensed someone dancing with him. Without opening his eyes he accepted the invitation by taking a step closer.

Broad hands with long fingers ran over the ribs at the sides of his chest. Ah... somehow, Duo knew it was a guy; the few people who were bold enough to touch him without an invitation to do so had been guys. Duo opened his eyes, expecting to have to look up... many of the guys here were taller than he, but instead looked directly into pools of blue, a vibrant blue that pulled him in and stole the air out of his lungs as he tried to breathe. Those blue eyes were boring into his own violet ones with some kind of knowledge. Of what, Duo didn' know. But the expression on the other boy's face -- for he could tell that they were about the same age -- was one that sought permission.

Prodded by some unnamed force, Duo nodded his head in acquiescence. He didn' know if it was love at first sight (which he didn' really believe in), lust at first sight (which had happened to him many times before, but never like this) or something else. But whatever the other boy was looking for, if Duo had it, he wanted to give it to him.

And then they were face to face, bodies rubbing and grinding together to the beat. The other boy's hands abandoned Duo's sides and moved lower to firmly grasp his hips and pull Duo even closer. The fronts of their jeans touched, brushed each other in a slow, sliding caress at odds with the fast dance beat. But it allowed each to feel the other's obvious erection, testaments to how much both of them were aroused by the music, the dancing, and one another.

With the music whispering in his ears, Duo looped his arms around the other boy's neck, for a brief moment running his fingers through the spiky pitch-black hair at its nape. Inexplicably, Duo felt fascinated by everything about this boy. A stranger, whom he'd never seen before in his life, never even noticed here at the club before. Although he didn' notice much outside his own world when he was dancing, he did know the regulars here. Was this the boy's first day here? And to captivate him so...

Duo trailed his hands over the boy's broad shoulders and over his collarbone, down the sides of his chest -- the thin cotton of the other boy's shirt offered little resistance -- to brush over the hardened nipples. Duo felt it through his hands as the other boy sucked in a breath, his stomach muscles clenching for one second. Duo's hands continued trailing down... pausing over the belt looped into the other boy's jeans. His fingers touched the slick skin above the belt and Duo pressed his hands fully onto the other boy's stomach, causing the muscles in his lower belly to clench in response.

Then the music changed, as Duo slipped his hands under the other boy's cotton shirt, slowly climbing up to touch the nipples he'd brushed on his way down... The dance beat was gone, replaced by something infinitely darker, slower, more sensual. Duo wondered if the DJ was watching him, if he'd done it on purpose. He'd know that this was something special. Never in all the days he came here, dancing from opening to closing, had Duo ever engaged in something like this with anyone other than himself. He was sure Wu-man was enjoying the show.

The slow and sensual beat slipped into his veins and slithered about as it took over.

Duo let his hands continue to fondle the other boy's nipples as he slowly crouched down in front of him. He pressed his face into the rough denim to the side of the boy's crotch, then slowly pressed his face closer to the hardness he could feel straining through the jeans. The dancing crowd had faded into the background for the two boys in the middle of the dance floor. They could be going on about their business or standing and gawking for all the notice Duo and the other boy took.

Duo let his hands slide lower and drop around to the other boy's ass, cupping his buttocks even as he turned his head back and forth in time with the music. The other boy's hips pressed forward on their own, searching for more pressure, which Duo gladly provided. He pulled the other boy's ass forward, squeezing his hands over the flesh that had gone taut underneath the denim.

But then strong hands were on his arms, pulling him up and away from the spot that was calling to them both. As he straightened, he opened his eyes and stared back into the captivating pools of blue, once again drowning within them... and he found his mouth captured by a kiss. It was hot, passionate and searching, desperate for a response. And Duo could not resist it even if he'd wanted to. Their tongues mingled much like their dancing, gliding about each other, here a touch, then a retreat. It was an intensive game of teasing that mimicked their dance and only served to heighten their passion for each other.

When their mouths parted it was a million years later -- their teasing dance had come to the breaking point; there was no where left to go, but to take the plunge. And Duo wanted that like he'd never wanted anything else ever before. They held onto each other, not wanting to lose touch for a moment as they crossed the dance floor to the more private area, where the darkness hid you from curious eyes. It seemed almost sleazy, the way this was happening, Duo thought, far in the back of his mind where unconscious thoughts never made their way to the surface. And yet, it felt so right. Like this was the culmination he'd been waiting for...

But it was no time to pay attention to these kinds of thoughts, much less acknowledge them. And so, Duo's complete focus returned to the boy in front of him. Neither led the other off the dance floor, they left by mutual agreement, eager to be alone with each other. They didn' fight to get through the dancing crowd, either. Somehow, they danced off the floor... turning in time to the music, avoiding other dancers, the dark beat filling their bodies and building the anticipation in their blood.

With the final step off the dance floor, it was like the world around them changed. The music didn' fade away with their increasing distance from the dance floor. If anything, the music became a living thing, taking on substance around them, it swirled and pulsed and raised the hairs on their arms. It used the darkness around the fringes to hide its presence, but it was there.

Duo and the other boy maneuvered into a dark and relatively private corner, using the opportunity to kiss once again. Breaking away, Duo finally murmured the first words he'd said since the dance had begun -- "What's your name?"

The other boy opened his eyes and, looking deeply into Duo's eyes, answered, "Heero Yuy."

He didn' know why, but Duo'd had this nagging suspicion that he was supposed to recognize Heero's name -- but he didn'. He wondered what kind of reaction the other boy -- Heero -- expected. But all he felt was an odd sort of rightness. And all he did was sigh and say, "Heero." He liked the way it felt on his tongue, in his mouth, it was strong and sensual, just like the real thing.

"My name's --"

"I know what your name is. Duo Maxwell." Heero interrupted, stroking the side of Duo's face as he spoke.

Duo wasn' overly surprised. A lot of people knew his reputation, and he was one of the original regulars of this club. He wondered if Heero had come here seeking him out --

"I came here looking for you. I wanted to see who the people were talking about." Heero's hand continued on its way down the side of Duo's face, then over his neck, down his chest and still further down, only to stop at his cloth-covered erection.

Slowly, he cupped Duo's hardness and massaged it through his jeans. Now it was Duo's turn to press his hips forward, seeking more. God, it felt good. Duo saw Heero smirk in satisfaction. But he wasn' going to let Heero have the upper hand yet. He turned them around so that Heero was the one pressed against the wall, and continued the seduction they'd started on the dance floor. This time, not hesitating, not even thinking about anyone who might see, Duo unbuckled Heero's belt and undid the button and zipper of the jeans. He reached in and came into abrupt contact with Heero's heated skin. Apparently, the other dancer didn' wear underwear either.

Heero growled low in the back of his throat when he felt Duo's hands on him. "Nnnnn..." God, it felt so good to have Duo touching him, stroking him... the blood left the rest of his body completely, and rushed down into his cock. It was already slick from all the foreplay they'd participated in on the dance floor and Duo was using the moisture to ease the strokes. They were slow, but firm and repetitive; Heero was soon approaching the brink of climax. But it was too soon, he didn' want it to be over yet...

"Too soon." The whispered words came out hoarsely, the product of a throat gone dry from all that was happening. Heero cleared his throat so that Duo would be able to understand what he was saying. "It's too soon... don' come... yet."

Hearing this, Duo took his hands away from Heero slowly, letting his movement become one last, lingering stroke before withdrawing his right hand completely. But he didn' let his hand fall, instead, he brought it up to his mouth, licking his fingers one by one as if some ice cream from a cone had leaked onto his hand. This proved to be too much for Heero; seeing Duo's action melted his knees and he found he couldn' support himself anymore. It was a good thing he'd been leaning against the wall, because using it for support, he slid down the wall, finally coming to a stop when his butt touched the floor.

Heero sat there, legs spread wide, jeans unbuttoned, with proof of his raging desire for Duo standing out of his pants, watching as Duo began a striptease. Neither one cared anymore that any unsuspecting (or suspecting) dancers could stumble into their dark corner and get an eyeful. "I knew... I knew you'd be the one as soon as I saw you. God, you're beautiful."

Duo paused in his striptease to look into Heero's blue eyes and confess, "You're the only one who's ever come into my world with me," as if that explained everything... and maybe it did.

Then Duo continued, running his hands over his body as he swayed to the dark beat. He slowly pushed his shirt farther and farther up his torso, getting a good grip on the hem before slowly pulling it over his head, revealing more of his glistening chest, then finally discarding it somewhere nearby. Then his hands moved down to his waist to the buttons of his jeans. The first one opened, then the second and the third followed. As the last button opened, Heero pulled his eyes away from the sight they'd been riveted to and looked into Duo's eyes. They were a burning violet full of mischief and mayhem.

With jeans wide open, Heero could plainly see that Duo wasn' wearing underwear, either. And that his cock was having the same problem as Heero's with staying in place. But instead of tugging his jeans down and getting to business, Duo tortured him by pulling off his boots -- interspersed with bouts of swaying and hip-wiggling. Heero thought this would have to be the sweetest torture he'd ever endured. To have the beautiful, violet-eyed boy undressing himself in this way, for him... it was something he'd remember always.

Finally, the boots were off and Duo's hands went back up to his waist. He linked his thumbs over the waist of his jeans and slowly pulled them down, teasing Heero even more by pausing just after he'd revealed more of himself. Heero groaned deep in his throat in appreciation of the sight before him. And Duo smiled in satisfaction. The little striptease was torturing both of them in the sweetest way either had ever experienced. Duo was already hard and dripping from his own anticipation.

Duo lowered the jeans all the way and kicked them off to the side, and finally he was left standing there naked, except for his socks and belly ring. The sight robbed Heero of breath. Then Duo did something that made Heero's cock twitch with renewed life -- he got down on hands and knees and crawled his way over to Heero, who was still sitting in his stunned, splayed position with his back against the wall.

Duo crawled between Heero's legs and touched him in two places only -- crotch to crotch and lips to lips. It was the most intimate, hottest, and at the same time, the sweetest kiss either of them had ever experienced. Their cocks touched; their hips reacted and they both began rocking and rubbing against each other. The friction and sensual stimulation caused sweat to break out over both their bodies. Their lips met; at first in a closed-mouth kiss, then each opened to let the other in. They tilted their heads and their tongues met in a dance as intricate and instinctive as the one they'd begun on the dance floor. They pulled slightly away, pausing only to breathe; their breaths mingling in the air between them.

"You taste..." one began.

"...so good" the other ended.

Duo leaned back a little, only to say "Heero... I want you, I want to be inside you, I want to fuck you..."

Heero's "yes" turned into a moan as Duo's mouth closed around his erection. Duo had wasted no time from the moment the first letter had passed through Heero's parted lips. He kept his teasing light, licking his way around the head, tonguing it, licking the shaft like a lollipop. Meanwhile, he lifted Heero's hips and coaxed his jeans down to form a bunch at his ankles. Then, he was gone, withdrawing his intoxicating mouth from Heero's erection and sucking on two of his own fingers, wetting them in preparation.

Before he knew it, Heero was on his hands and knees, unsure of how Duo had maneuvered him into that position, only sure that he was going to die if he had to wait any longer. Neither of them could wait any longer. The foreplay which had begun on the dance floor had whetted both their appetites and neither could resist anymore. The music, the desire... it all ran through their veins like liquid fire. But Duo wasn' going to make either of them wait any longer because now his fingers were seeking entrance into his body. Slick with saliva, they probed and slipped past the ring of muscle. "Oh god, Duo...." Heero moaned in pleasure when Duo's fingers stretched him and stroked him from the inside. The pleasure was cut off, when Duo's fingers stopped stroking and slipped out... but they were soon replaced by something bigger and hotter and it was pushing in... deeper and deeper... slowly... until Duo was seated to the hilt and all either of them could do was whimper in pleasure and cry each other's names.

They stayed like that, connected physically and mentally....

...until Duo began to move. He withdrew slowly, letting Heero feel the friction it caused, then pushed in slowly... stroking Heero as it was obvious he liked to be stroked, evoking an audible response from Heero, "Harder, Duo... hard...er!"

Duo leaned on Heero's back and touched the front of his thigh with one hand, whispering with a strained voice that Heero should lie flat on the floor. The cool tile floor was a shock to Heero's overheated body, but it felt strangely good. If anything, this position was even better... Duo pushed in harder and deeper, and pressed against his prostate, causing Heero to moan unintelligibly. "Goooooooood...."

Duo couldn' agree more, for this new position increased the tightness around his own erection. It felt like Heero fit him like a glove that had been painted on. He didn' have to pull out to create friction; just a little back-and-forth rocking did the trick. They were both panting and moaning in the midst of their mutual pleasure. "Heero... so warm... Nnnnnn... you feel so good..." Duo would never be able to think of anything that ever felt as good as this, being inside Heero, with both of them almost dead from the pleasure.

When they'd altered positions, Duo's braid had flopped forward, where it was brushing the back of Heero's clenched hand. Now, Heero opened his hand and gripped onto the braid possessively, holding Duo on him, in him, even as Duo rocked them both closer and closer to the brink of satisfaction.... Then, finally, they were past it, both crying the out the other's name at their peak. Duo emptied what felt like all of himself, his heart and mind -- and all of his will -- into Heero and even though Heero wasn' inside him, he could have sworn that Heero had done the same.

Duo rolled over, pulling Heero over with him so as to avoid the wet spot on the floor -- even though it was a fruitless effort. As Heero pressed up against him, he closed his hand around Heero's now soft penis, and brought his hand up to his lips, tasting Heero's essence. "You taste so good, Heero... next time I want you inside me." Heero only smirked in reply, accepting the implication that there would be a next time and not even bothering to acknowledge that he'd be on top next time... it was a forgone conclusion, apparently.

The two lovers kissed once more before sighing in satisfaction. They both wanted to stay like this forever, encased in the warmth of their bodies and somehow communicating silently on a level just above normal. And for several heartbeats they did -- they just existed in some timeless plain, alone together.

But it was soon interrupted by reality -- the music had changed back to a rapid dance beat and the sounds they had blocked out in their desire and haste to be with each other returned abruptly. Cheering and yelling could be heard over the usual drone of the dancing crowd and the thump of the bass. And they were suddenly knocked out of their trance by a cool breeze that passed over them from a brief moment when the back door had been opened. They both began to pull their clothes on again. "Hey, Heero... did you see where my shirt went?"

Heero looked around and finally spotted it. "He has it."

"Huh?" Duo turned around to see the club bouncer standing with his back to the corner they'd been... utilizing... with Duo's shirt in hand. "Thanks, Zechs!" Duo said, putting his t-shirt over his head. Then Duo realized he'd been sort of "standing guard" over the two lovers so that no one else would intrude on their fun, and in complete contrast with the wild, uninhibited person he'd been not 5 minutes earlier, he blushed to the tips of his ears and muttered something unintelligible.

Heero stepped up beside Duo, swinging an arm over his shoulder and, with a completely even expression, said, "Thanks for guarding us."

Duo, still a little pink, practically ran them out of the club, not even pausing to wave to Trowa or Wufei, who were standing at the bar, or Quatre, one of the other regulars who teased him regularly about "finding another dancer to screw... just think about how flexible you'll both be! The things you can do!"

Outside, on the sidewalk (several blocks away from the club) where the cooler air (among other things) allowed Duo's blush to recede, Heero looked at his suddenly-shy lover with great amusement.

Abruptly, Duo stopped, turned to Heero and asked, "This is real, right? It isn't just a one-night stand, is it?"

Heero only glared and said, "Baka. Your place or mine?"

Duo only considered for a moment before answering, "Yours. My phone is going to be ringing off the hook. The guys at The Dancing Lemon are never going to let me live this one down!"