Crazy for You
//italics// Crazy for You is by Madonna. GW isn't mine.
Heero was sitting at his laptop as Duo bounced into the room. Glancing up to glare at the boy, Heero gaped. Duo was wearing a pair of black leather pants that seemed to fit him like a second skin. A shimmering platinum colored dress shirt hung off one shoulder, sparkling in the lamp light. The shirt was partially unbuttoned, exposing the American's tanned and well toned chest.
"-so they asked me if I'd be there and since it was a Friday I said yes so I thought that maybe you'd like to come along too and get away from that stupid laptop-"
Heero jerked back to reality, realizing that Duo had been talking to him the whole time. "Huh?"
Duo rolled his eyes and heaved a deep sigh. "I asked if you wanted to come to The Closet with me."
Heero's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Nani?"
"The Closet. It's a night club downtown."
Heero replaced his expressionless mask. He turned back towards his computer with a grunt.
"Well?" Duo tapped his foot impatiently.
"Are you gonna go or what? The tonight's karaoke night and I wanna get there before they start."
Heero's eyes were glued to the screen. "Hn. I have homework to do."
"It's the weekend, for Christ's sake! Get a life, Yuy!" The braided pilot stalked over and closed the offending laptop, earning himself a death glare from the Japanese boy.
"Omae o korosu!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get ready." Duo strode over to the closet and dug around. "Geez, Heero! Is spandex all you own?"
"If you don't like it then you can go by yourself." Heero glared at the American's leather clad ass, which was poking out from the closet invitingly. Giving in to temptation, The Japanese boy did what he always dreamed of doing.
"Oww! Heero!" Duo whined from the depths of the closet. "Why'ja kick me?" He crawled out, rubbing his backside.
"Hn." Heero said, smirking. "I thought you said you didn't want to be late?"
Duo glanced at his watch and his eyes widened. "Shit!" He quickly yanked his shoes on and hauled the reluctant Heero out the door.
The night was cooler than expected and Duo shivered as they walked down the street, wishing he had brought his jacket. Noticing the braided boy's tremble, Heero took off his jean jacket and silently slipped it on the braided boy's shoulders. Seeing him about to protest, Heero glared, and Duo relented, smiling gratefully at him. They walked on in silence.
As the two walked into the club, Heero's senses were a washed in color and sound. Bright lights flashed everywhere, flooding the large room in illumination. Old Earth music played at full blast from numerous speakers that were larger than Heero was tall. Heero looked around, eyes wide.
"C'mon, Heero. I'll get us a booth." He dragged the stunned pilot over to a table set right in front of the wide rectangular stage. Heero sat down and was surprised when Duo seated himself right next to him. Feeling the heat emanating from the American's body, Heero flushed.
"I hope you don't mind!" Duo shouted above the music. "I wanna get a good view of the stage!"
Heero didn't see how the view was all that different from the other side of the booth, but he kept silent. The Japanese pilot was forced to admit to himself that he wanted Duo next to him.
An announcer walked up to the stage and announced that the Karaoke Night was about to begin. Heero sat back to watch. As the night progressed, Heero found himself laughing and cheering with everyone else, surprisingly enjoying himself.
Beside him, Duo clapped in time to the bad rendition of Addicted to Love. Heero smiled as he watched the braided boy, paying less and less attention to the stage.
After the song, Duo excused himself, saying he was going to get them something to drink. Heero watched as the familiar chestnut braid swayed and disappeared through the crowd.
The announcer stepped back onto the stage. "For the final performance we have a special treat for you all. He is somewhat of a regular to Karaoke Night. Please welcome Max!"
The lights dimmed as the music started. A slow beat swept hypnotically through the room, instantly silencing all conversation. Heero looked around, not wanting Duo to miss this, when soft tenor floated through the room.
"Swayin room as the music starts. Strangers makin the most of the dark. Two by two their bodies become one."
Heero's head shot up. He knew that voice! He stared at the figure that slowly swayed out from behind the curtain.
"I see you through the smoky air." Violet eyes caught and held cobalt ones. "Can't you feel the wait of my stare? Your so close but still a world away."
Heero felt his mouth go dry as the figure kneeled down on the stage in front of him.
"What I'm dying to say, is that I'm crazy for you! Touch me once and you'll know it's true. I've never wanted anyone like this. It's all brand new. You'll feel it in my kiss. I'm crazy for you."
Duo stepped off the stage and walked towards the perfect soldier, mic in hand. Heero felt his heart beat double-time as he stood to meet the violet-eyed angel.
"Trying hard to control my heart, I walk over to where you are. Eye to eye we need no words at all."
Duo swayed over to Heero. Hesitating briefly, he placed his hand on the
Japanese boy's hip and began to dance. Nervously, Heero rocked back and
forth to the music, not taking his eyes off the beautiful boy before him.
"Slowly now we begin to move. With every breath I'm deeper into you. Soon we two are standing still in time. If you read my mind, you'll see I'm crazy for you."
Heero felt himself moving unconsciously closer to the braided boy. Duo smiled as Heero's arms slowly wrapped around him.
"Touch me once and you'll know it's true. I've never wanted anyone like this. It's all brand new. You'll feel it in my kiss. You'll feel it in my kiss because I'm crazy for you!"
Heero felt the hot breath against his cheek and closed his eyes. He never knew it was possible to feel this way. He leaned forward and inhaled the sweet smell of Duo.
"Touch me once and you'll know it's true. I've never wanted anyone like this. It's all brand new. You'll feel it in my kiss. I'm crazy for you."
"Crazy for you." Duo whispered in Heero's ear, making the pilot shiver slightly.
"Crazy for you."
Applause resounded through the rooms as the last notes died away. The two boys didn't even notice though, as they stood there, gazing into each other's eyes. Heero smiled softly at the flushed face of his partner and slowly brought his hand up to brush away a stray lock of hair from the braided boy's face.
Shyly holding hands, the two boys left the club. Making sure his jacket was securely around Duo's shoulders; Heero turned the braided boy around to face him. Placing a calloused hand on each cheek, The Japanese boy dipped his head to softly kiss those talented lips.
The new couple slowly began their way home. The night wind picked up the echo of their passing and soft music was heard long after they had gone.
"It's all brand new. I'm crazy for you. And you know it's true, I'm crazy, crazy for you."
//Crazy for you.//