Warnings: Yaoi, AU, Relena/Zechs bashing, Lemon, Vampires and Dark.
Spoilers: none, AU
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn't mine, I'm making no money from this.
Comments: I've been going to do this for a while, but hadn't got around
to writing it. The pairings are fairly broad range, and, hopefully, they'll
work well together. Also, I'm not in uni/college yet, so I'm guessing
with most of the stuff. The movie 'Save the last dance' and the 'Night
World' series are the inspiration for this.
Sweet Confetti I'm looking for a saviour
Finding it hard to break the chain
Nothing ventured nothing gained...
The nightclub lights played havoc with those eyes inside. The darkness
was almost absolute except for those lights. It played across the heads
of the packed dance floor, the bar and the precariously placed tables
and chairs like falling confetti.
The young man in the corner was quite bored with the lights, the music
everything. It was like he was waiting for something, but he wasn't sure
He was actually quiet a sight to behold. His hair was a soft wash blonde
that fell into acorn blue eyes. Though he wasn't tall, his body was fit,
lithe and young, in black leather pants and a button down white shirt.
He lent against a corrugated iron wall, his arms crossed moodily over
his chest, his eyes surveying the people on the dance floor, not really
interested in joining any of them.
Quatre was bored...
Ice-cream beauty acting on her best behaviour
Finding it hard to bite her tongue
Feeling old as the night is young...
Quatre had (somehow) been conned into coming here with the girl from school,
what was her name? Relena? She was a sophomore, like himself, only with
a slightly wild streak and an eye for a certain young man in his Biology
class. He hadn't had the heart to tell her that he batted for the other
side when she asked him to introduce them earlier in the night. His boyfriend
was not going to be impressed when he arrived later in the night.
She wouldn't be impressed either.
Six-foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
I'm impressed, I'm impressed, I'm impressed...
As a new techno beat sound through the room, making the blood boil in
his veins, an interesting sight caught his eye. Or more precisely, an
He stood across the room, near the bar, resting against a pole. He was
wearing figure-hugging jeans that encased his long legs. An open vest
showed off his gorgeous bare chest and he could see an oriental red dragon
pattern on it. Quatre unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips.
The guy was staring right at Quatre. Chestnut hair reflected the lights
as it swung in a braid around his hips while smouldering violet eyes watched
him from across the room. He looked like a million bucks and Quatre was
suddenly willing to pay a million bucks for a few moments alone with him.
As he pushed his elegant body off the pole and slunk towards him Quatre
realised he was about to get his wish.
What you've got isn't all you've been given
Changing your body like you change your jeans
Nothing is ever as it seems...
They didn't say anything to each other when he stopped in front of Quatre.
There was a grin on his face and Quatre smiled back. He lifted his eyebrow
in question and Quatre shrugged. Almost laughing the boy reached out,
grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him onto the dance floor.
The smell of his cologne wafted straight up into Quatre's noes and his
nostrils flared taking in the smell of him. In the sea of bodies they
were pushed closer and closer together. Not that Quatre was complaining
as the other, taller, boy lifted his arms up and around his neck, his
own arms going around Quatre's waist.
Quatre fell in time with him, pumping and grinding to the harsh beat of
the music. He was falling into a sea of violets as his eyes captured his.
Quatre was falling and the last thing he wanted to happen was to be saved.
He was suddenly hungry for more then his eyes...
Something tells me it's a marriage made in heaven
Stealing your look from a magazine
Playing the part from a movie scene...
The other boy seemed to feel the same heat he did and he ducked his head
suddenly, colours of lights catching his hair like confetti. His lips
fell down of his, capturing and demanding, yet giving. He tasted like
his eyes, hot and smouldering, like wild flowers. His tongue danced against
his mouth, forcing it open. Quatre groaned hungrily...
The song ended abruptly as did the searing kiss. The other boy grinned
at Quatre, winking, and detached himself from the smaller boys embrace,
leaving him on the dance floor.
Heero Yuy did the exact same thing to Relena as his boyfriend, a fencer
by the name of Chang Wufei arrived at the door as the braided boy left.
Quatre stared at the door, furious and a little flustered. His hands went
into his pockets and he frowned. He pulled a crumpled napkin out, not
quite remembering putting it in there to begin with. He opened it out
and, in bright red ink was a phone number and beneath it was the name,
He was Impressed...
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