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27 February 2007 @ 10:21 pm
Title: Adreneline
Author: Sorchafyre
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh, AU
Pairing/Characters: Duke x Tristan x Joey
Type: m/m/m
Rating: R
Challenge: Music

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh or its characters, however old they are, it is the property of Kazuki Takahashi, Shonen Jump and most likely several other corporations and entities who are not me, and likely make money from it, most emphatically UNlike me.

Notes: Bardicsidhe has this fic in progress, wherein Duke must teach Tristan and Joey how to dance, in time for Mai's party. Then there was "Sway" by the Pussycat Dolls and "Cry me a River" by Justin Timberlake and... then there was this fic.

"You don't gotta push me like that." Joey stopped and glared at Tristan.

"But, dude, you're supposed to move back," Tristan snapped.

Duke sighed. They were an hour into practice and for some reason the two of them seemed to have forgotten even the most basic moves. Joey took a half-hearted swing at Tristan, who ducked and tossed out his own retaliatory punch, not quite meant to connect, and Joey slid sideways around it. Serendipitously, the movements matched the song, and Duke had a sudden idea.

"Have either of you seen Westside Story?"

Half an hour and one DVD later, the fight scene between the Jets and the Sharks ran for the third time, to Joey's sputtering laughter and scornful comments. Duke had expected that from them both. Tristan was right there scoffing at the scene as well, but Duke saw something thoughtful lurking behind his eyes. That, he could work with.

"Alright, boys" Duke began once they were back in the studio, "you're not going to dance. You're going to fight, in the framework of a dance." The two looked at him in confusion. Duke sighed. "Never mind, you'll see as we go. Now face each other, a foot apart, and dance."

Joey and Tristan began to move, awkward and uncomfortable, hands twitching as they sought to claim the relative familiarity of the dancing position. Duke started talking.

"Listen to me," he said, and then rolled his eyes as the two of them stopped and turned look at him. "NO. Listen, don't look. Dance. Listen while you're moving." Sullenly, they began again. Alright, Duke could work with sullen as well. He began speaking, words barely loud enough to be heard over the music, pauses between each sentence as he goaded them on. "You're locked into this dance. You can't get out of it. You HAVE to keep moving. Joey, Tristan's challenging you. You're not going to let him dominate you, right? Tristan, Joey's too headstrong to see he's heading into danger. Stop him for his own good. Joey, you're not going to let him tell you what's best. Come on, boys, you have to WIN this dance."

It was working, Duke could see that in the sudden straightening of Joey's posture and the set of his shoulders, see it in the alert way Tristan's eyes moved, as if guarding against unexpected danger. Blessedly, the two of them kept moving, dancing singly, as if there were an invisible barrier keeping them apart, but their moves were in sync. They were exquisitely aware of each other's body. "Win," Duke murmured, encouraging them with his voice, watching in fascination. If they had been touching, the dance would have been smooth and perfect.

Joey's face was flushed and his eyes sharp, Tristan was surprisingly fast despite the size he was using almost as a weapon, and Duke knew the adrenaline's of a fight was thrumming through their bodies. Having them worked up like this wouldn't do for a real dance, of course, or even in public, but maybe they would FEEL the way they moved, and remember it later. Finally the music ended.

What Duke had forgotten, if he ever knew, was that adrenaline, once roused, needs an outlet to burn itself off. The two boys looked at each other, flushed and panting, and Duke could feel the sizzle of desire arc between them. He spun on his heel and stalked over to the sound system, riding a wave of irritation, and what the hell was THAT about?

He wanted that attention for himself, that's what. As he slid a new CD into the player Duke realized he wanted them. Both, when it came right down to it, and even though that made things a little more complicated, Duke was not in the habit of denying himself what he wanted. He hit play and spun back around to face Joey and Tristan, who were still almost vibrating with agression and lust.

Right dance, wrong number of partners.

Downbeat. Snap the arm up. Hot gazes focused on him, oh, yes much better. Smile a lazy, cat grin back. Side step-hip thrust. Shoulders roll, loose and free. Toss of the head and sneak a look. Tristan, breathing fast. Joey, eyes wide. Very nice. Slink across the floor, nice and smooth. Step between them, trail a hand, shoulder to hip. Downward, teasing trail. Toss a glance over his shoulder. The two of them standing shoulder-to-shoulder, drawn in his wake. Watching, still watching. Oh, didn't that give him... ideas.

Laugh, short and low. Wild grin. Roll of hips, beat, beat, beat. Undo the shirt. Beat. Flick open the cuff. Beat, beat. Off the shoulders. Snap the head, capture their eyes. Look at them, skin flushed, hardness under denim. Perfect.

Turn, turn, sidestep-thrust. Twin gasps. Hot eyes along his skin. Spin. Revel in the attention, let it inspire him. Shameless strut, slinky swagger back across the floor. Plant one foot between Joey's legs, one between Tristan's. Hot look first right, then left. Beat. Arch backward, taking a risk. Tristan's arm, then Joey's, around his waist for support. Sweep upright. One arm around each neck.

And wasn't this the most delicious position he'd been in for a long while, crotch pressed into the seam of Joey and Tristan's hips, feeling the answering pulse of desire against his own thighs, supported by two strong arms? "Come on, boys," Duke said, low and full of heat, while he rocked his hips into the cleft of their bodies. "Let's dance." Joey's eyes glazed over and he thrust against Duke's thigh with matching intent while Tristan moaned and fastened his mouth on Duke's neck.

Dance they did, for one or two numbers, then three and a handful more as Duke realized that youth and the thrill of a new experience was more than match for guile and experience. Afterward, as they lay spent and sated in a content pile of sore muscles and sweaty skin, Duke remarked that if the two of them thought he was done teaching, they could just think again.

The twin groans he got were predictable, but the way Tristan's fingers ran against his skin and Joey's lips brushed his shoulder gave him all the answer he needed to know.
dramatic__: manpei!dramatic__ on February 28th, 2007 04:46 am (UTC)
I really loved this piece, especially the last few paragraphs. The way you constructed them while keeping up to the theme of dance and music was pure genius! Especially those sentences with one word! My eyes melted while reading this! ♥
sorchafyresorchafyre on March 1st, 2007 03:57 am (UTC)
Thank you! I was trying to make the sentence flow follow the flow of the music, I'm glad to know it worked.
fascimility: happy!fascimility on March 3rd, 2007 04:58 am (UTC)
♥ I really really like the way you weaved the 'song' bit into the story. The whole thing flowed smoothly and easily (not choppy at all :D ) and it's incredibly hot. It's lovely!