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Dance for Me	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Todd, Pepito or Gaz. They belong to Jhonen Vasquez, and I make no money from writing about them.

Chapter List
- 1-Dance for Me: Chapter One
- 2-Dance for Me: Chapter Two
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Dance for Me: Chapter One

A jittery hand opened and closed an old barber's razor several times before Todd tapped the cold metal instrument against his forehead as he watched some late shift tricker-treaters through the passenger-side window of Gaz's shiny new car. He couldn't imagine that they were having much luck because it had to be well passed midnight, which was when he and his best friend's girlfriend had left the Halloween dance.

After Pepito's prompting hadn't completely convinced him, Gaz had threatened him into being her date because Pepito, being the Second Coming of Damnation and all, had more pressing obligations on one of the most important Satanic holidays.

Suddenly, the car jolted to a stop in front of a crosswalk where costumed children lingered stupidly, surely not aware of the danger that idled before them. Gaz growled, one of her boots tapping against the floorboard, inches from the gas pedal that Todd knew she must have been itching to stomp on. “Squee, would you knock that off already? It's fucking annoying.”

“Sorry.” He sighed, lowering the razor to rest on his right thigh. “I'm just really nervous.”

“About that kiss?” Gaz angled her head to look at him instead of the children, her chin resting on her fist, elbow pushed against the door frame where the rolled-up window began to support the position.

Todd looked back out the passenger window to avoid her piercing hazel eyes that were rendered all the more dramatic by the black makeup that surrounded them. “... yeah.”

“Look, just stop worrying about it. He's not gonna know.”

Huffing at the less than useful advice, Todd looked straight ahead when the car speed forward again, Gaz snorting her laughter when they just missed a small vampire by a few inches of cape. It reminded him of the very few, and very horrifying, times that he had been coerced into riding in his scary neighbor's car. He shuddered, thankful that, while she might have shared Nny's twisted sense of humor, at least Gaz had more self control.

After several more minutes in mutual silence, he spoke again, picking up where the conversation had left off as they turned onto the street where Pepito lived. “He might know. I can't stop worrying about it, and you know how he can be about picking up that kind of thing.”

“So think about something else.”

“Like what?” His head shot back around to face her as a pained sound left his mouth unbidden when he felt a small, but surprisingly strong, balled hand punch him in the shoulder. “Ow!”

“How about that?” Gaz smirked at what he knew was probably a childish, sullen look that he was giving her as she pulled the car into the Diablo's driveway. “Pain is really the best distraction.”

“... really?” Seeing that Pepito's sports car was the only other one in the drive, Todd grasped his seat-belt as if it would protect him from having to leave the vehicle. “Then you might wanna do it harder.”

He saw Gaz's eyes grow bigger in the rear view mirror at those words, managing to close his own when she pulled back her fist to do just that.

“Owww.” He rubbed the same spot from before on his left shoulder, sadly not very shocked that Gaz was smiling now.

“Can I do it again?”

“... just once more.” He knew he was going to have a bruise.

Pepito opened the door in a pair of dress pants, socks and a white, short sleeved undershirt. He obviously hadn't been home from the celebration long. He paused to look them both over closely before stepping to the side to allow them in. “Wow. Your costumes really turned out well.”

“Jealous?” Gaz smirked at his tone. “We've got two coupons worth fifty dollars each for the candy store in the mall.”

“Oh, so you won? That's great. I wish I could have been there.”

“Second place.” Todd discarded his old-fashioned boots in the usual place beside the front door, tucking the spats inside them and echoing Pepito's relieved smile at the news of their winning with one of his own. The prize had, of course, been one of Gaz's main incentives to attend the school function to begin with. “How was the, uh ...”

“Sabbat? It was good. Halloween is always when we have the biggest turn out, but Father let me leave early. He's still there, of course. Probably will be for the rest of the night.”

“Where's your mom?” Gaz and Pepito exchanged a playful, near conspiratorial look at the simple question, making Todd feel a tad uneasy.

“Church lock-in for the youth group. You guys wanna drink or something?”

“What do you have?” Gaz raised a brow, though she was already following Pepito to the kitchen, clutching the cuff of Todd's white long sleeve to drag him behind her.

“Oh, one of the coven members made this amazing pumpkin wine that you have to try.”

“Pumpkin?”

“Yeah, well, it's seasonal. Besides, you can make wine out of practically anything. So, what did the others think of your costumes? I mean, obviously the judges liked them ....” Pepito let the sentence run off as he busied himself collecting three wine glasses from the cabinet above their heads.

Gaz snorted. “Well, we got a lot of compliments from the other students, but … ha … about half of them thought Todd was L from Death Note. It was great.”

“It wasn't great,” Todd chimed in. “It was embarrassing.”

Pepito tilted his head to the side, studying Todd more closely before finally breaking out into a subtle smile. “Now that you mention it, the white shirt and the hair do kind of resemble L's.”

Todd huffed. This was ridiculous! He was very obviously dressed up as Sweeney Todd. He had hunted through at least twenty thrift stores to find the right, near authentic clothes for the job. And who the hell did they think that Gaz was supposed to be other than Mrs. Lovett? “Alright, I give up. Who is L anyway?”

Gaz rolled her eyes. “You're so clueless, Squee.”

“He's a detective in a manga about a notebook that kills people whose names are written in it.” When Todd just stared at him incredulously, Pepito continued. “Well, the notebook belonged to a death god that let it fall to Earth to have fun watching all the idiot mortals struggle with the drama that it caused.”

“Ah, I guess I can see why you like it.”

Pepito shrugged before opening the refrigerator to pull out a half empty bottle of pumpkin wine, speaking again as he started to pour some into each of the glasses on the counter top. “I got a huge box of mangas from one of the Japanese affiliates when he visited for my last birthday. Most of them are for shit, but some of them are entertaining enough. You can borrow them if you want.”

“You mean that guy that was over for dinner when I was here?” Todd lifted the glass he was handed to his noise, taking in the scent of old pumpkin, typical spices that he'd expect to be added to pumpkin pie and alcohol.

“That's the one.”

Todd gave him a flat look. “That man didn't even know English. And he's a Satanist? Are you telling me that you guys covert people to Satanism before they've even learned the language of the missionaries that try to convert them to Christianity?”

“Come now, Amigo. That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? He knew … a few words.”

“Oh, yeah? What were they, 'hail Satan'?”

“... maybe.” He paused for a moment, apparently searching his mind for any other English words that the man might have spoken in his presence and coming up with a blank. “Well, what can I say? Father speaks every language on Earth, and it's a tactical advantage when he can get to them first.”

Gaz burst out into a short, but heavy laugh, and he and Pepito followed suite as the three of them clinked their glasses together, then simultaneously turned them back.

Todd smacked his lips at the smooth taste, surprised that it didn't taste that much like pumpkin after all. It was there, but it was subtle. The spices made it sweet enough that he could tolerate drinking the rest, never having particularly liked the bitter taste of alcohol that always seemed to raise the red, poisonous flags within his body. It was shocking, or not so much so considering that he rarely drank, that one glass was all that was needed to make his cheeks flush with warmth.

“So,” Pepito began as he put the bottle back in the frig, “would you two mind coming up to my room so I can take some pictures before you lose the costumes?” He gave them his best 'feel sorry for me because I miss out on everything' look.

They started out with a few basic pictures, with both of them solo and then a few standing side by side before Pepito stood up from where he was crouched down behind the tripod that held his camera. He rubbed his chin, looking at them both contemplatively, as if this were a professional photo shoot instead of after-party snapshots for a family scrapbook. “How about you recreate a scene for the camera. Dance for me?”

Todd gulped, forcing a close-lipped smile as he and Gaz took up an awkward, standard slow-dancing pose. They both remained frozen for a few clicks of the camera, and he forced himself to hold her gaze. At Pepito's instructions, they both turned their heads to face the camera, and the guilt rose because Pepito was so trusting that he wanted these pictures of them and their pseudo date.

“Okay. Now get closer.” Another flash. “Closer. That's good. Todd, left hand higher, right hand lower. Lower. Now just a little lower.”

Feeling as if his nerves could be embodied by a lemming getting ever closer to the edge of a steep cliff, Todd complied with Pepito's instructions as best he could, even though by the second “closer” he could feel Gaz's breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He thought that he could almost make out where her nipples were though all that fabric as his hand moved down as low on her back as it dared, stopping just short of the curve of her bottom.

Gaz grunted at his reluctance, finally moving her hand back to grab his own and push it further down to give him a solid grip of her butt as her other hand made its way into the inside of his vest.

The camera flashed again as Todd felt something like liquid fire run through his veins at the contact, at the situation in which it was occurring. A few more seconds passed, and he jerked his hand away, breaking free of the bodily entanglement altogether as the fire was replaced with cold guilt. His breath was coming faster as he backed up against the closed door, not sure whether the pounding of his heart was from lust or anxiety.

Moving away from the camera, Pepito took a few unsure steps in his direction before speaking in an uncharacteristically unsure tone. “Amigo? Are you alright?”

He could feel his head shaking back and forth before he could even think of an appropriate, and more importantly safe, response. Pepito had moved even closer by the time he made a decision, forcing the words though a suddenly dry throat. “I-I can't. It's … Pepito, I … tonight ...”

Tan hands took a hold of his shoulders, and then Pepito was speaking to him in his most soothing voice, the one that Todd knew he had cultivated over years of being his best friend and sometimes unofficial therapist. “It's alright, Todd. Just breath. Slow, deep breaths. You're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay?”

Todd almost laughed at the last words, but the grave nature of his situation stopped him. For once, he thought, he had managed to invoke the wrath of someone that Pepito couldn't protect him from. He found that he couldn't lie about it. They spent too much time together for that, knew each other too well. Besides, after all of the times that Pepito had saved him from the horrors that seemed to haunt his life, and after all that Pepito had shared with him, he owed him the truth. “I'm so sorry, Pepito. We both are. I-it was an accident.”

“What was?”

“I … we were just dancing, and … we were so close, and … I don't know how it happened.”

“How what happened, Todd?”

Suddenly Gaz was right behind them, looking a little impatient with them both. “We kissed, aright? Big fucking deal.”

“You kissed my girlfriend?” Pepito's face hardened, a perfect mask over whatever it was he was feeling, and one of his hands moved from Todd's shoulder to his arm, grip tightening only the slightest bit.

“Pep, I'm sorry, I just … and then … it just sort of happened, and I couldn't .... I'm sorry.” He hung his head, ashamed not only of what he had done, but of his inability to properly justify-no, explain his behavior. There was no justification for betraying their friendship.

“It's okay.”

“W-what?” He raised his head, feeling the shock that came with the response tingle against his skin when Pepito brushed the black and white, rigidly hair-sprayed strands of hair from his eyes so that their gazes meet.

“It's okay, Todd. I'll forgive you … if you do something for me.”

“I … right … yes.” He nodded for unneeded emphasis as the words became even harder to push out. Pepito's hand was back on his arm, this time rubbing up and down in a calming motion, confusing both his senses and his mind. “What … what is it?”

“First, I want you to show me.”

“Huh?”

“The kiss. Show me how you kissed her.”

“Ummm ...” Todd looked back and forth between the two other occupants of the room, wondering just exactly how he was supposed to do that without repeating the same mistake and making this worse. Surely the answer to forgiveness wasn't kissing her again! Then it hit him. This wasn't forgiveness; it was a trick. This wasn't about the kiss itself. Pepito wanted to find out what he was feeling when he kissed her! Shit.

He tried to keep his mind blank and his eyes on Pepito as Gaz stepped closer to stand beside her boyfriend, a purple brow raised at the proceedings. “Can't I just show you, or am I in trouble too?”

“I'm afraid so, my dear. This transgression. It isn't one that I can easily abide.” Pepito meet her smirk with one of his own. “Remind me to spank you later.”

“Don't play the coven-master with me, Pepito.” She moved to his side, going up on tiptoes in her comfortable boots because she refused to wear hills, but somehow managing what would have been a solid level of intimidation for anyone else none-the-less. “Not unless you're ready to back it up.”

Her last words were spoken lower and against Pepito's lips, but since the pair of them were less than a foot away, Todd could still hear them perfectly. Just as perfectly, he saw their lips meet afterward in the beginning of a deep kiss that he knew wasn't the one that he and Gaz had shared earlier. That kiss he remembered in excruciating detail.

While not the same kiss, the one that he was watching wasn't bad either. And that was the strangest part. It didn't make him jealous. Not in the normal sense. Not in the way that seeing either of the two with someone else had at times.

There was a mild stabbing pain in his psyche, but it wasn't because he wanted Gaz, or even Pepito, for himself. He was fairly sure that it was just the pain of being left out. They were his two closest friends, after all, and he didn't have many others. Until a few months ago, when they had started dating, he had enjoyed hanging out with both of them. Now ...well, he was still invited to hang out with them frequently, but it was different. It was awkward being the third wheel, always feeling like he was in the way of what they really wanted to be doing, so he had started turning most of the offers down.

That was pretty normal, right? His counselor had told him that it was when he had asked, but the doubts remained, largely because he had managed to leave out something vital. Like that watching the two of them make out was uncomfortable for other reasons as well, reasons that, despite his current predicament, were making him wish that his costume wasn't so tight. Actually, a cape would have been nice. Todd bit his lower lip, willing the problem away before it had really started, though he couldn't take his eyes away from the scene before him that was provoking it.

Pepito's hand crept down Gaz's back to the place that Todd's had been moments before. He gave her buttocks a short squeeze before lifting his hand away only to bring it back down with a resounding smack. Black nails dug into the sides of his arm as she pulled away from the kiss, emitting a low growl before shoving him back against the wall in retaliation. A huff of breath left Pepito's lungs, and he grabbed Gaz around the waist to swing them around so that she was the one against the wall. Their lips crashed back together as both of her hands slipped under his arms to hang on to his shoulder blades, using his body and the wall as leverage to press her crotch against his. His hand lifted the skirt of her dress, running up her thigh to expose white skin and black lace as he pulled her even closer so that her feet were barely even on the ground.

Todd nearly groaned out loud, frustrated with his inability to control his own body as it betrayed him even more. He realized that now would be a good time to leave while they were distracted. Eventually, he would have to deal with what he had done, but now was … not a good time. Slowly, he shifted away from the door, and closer to Pepito and Gaz, so that he might actually have room to open it. When his hand closed around the cold, metal knob and he started to twist, some of the tension left his body, but it didn't last. The door was barely open an inch when he felt Pepito's hand around his free wrist.

The grip was used to jerk him away from the exit and over the sparse distance between them and himself. Because of the angled curve in Pepito's wall, it also had the effect of bringing Todd face to face with both of them. No longer pressed together, they stared him down.

“Uh, I was just … going to give you guys some space.”

“Oh, no, Amigo. You're not getting out of this so easily. I still need you to show me.”

“But, I thought Gaz-”

“Come on, Squee. You know how he gets when he sets his mind on something.” Gaz rolled her eyes as she spoke, taking his other hand into her own to pull him even closer. “Just close your eyes, and pretend we're still at the dance.”

Pretending was kind of hard when Pepito was still holding his other hand like he might turn and run at any moment, but instead of killing his desire, it seemed to be feeding it. He found himself gripping the hand tighter as glossy lips were pressed against his own, at first gently, but then harder. Gaz's teeth nipped his lower lip just enough to hurt before their tongues found each other in his own mouth and then hers. By that time, Pepito's thumb was stroking his palm softly, tracing his life line, and that kiss was even better than the first. That was it. He was going to have to mention this to the counselor.

He was unable to stop a sigh from escaping him when she pulled away, and Pepito chuckled at him. His face was probably beet red if the heat he felt was any indication, but he figured all the same that humor was probably the best response that he could have expected from someone as well versed in art of dooming as his best friend. “Was that good … enough … er … sufficient? For showing you?” Todd hid his face partly behind one of his hands at the horrible wording.

Pepito brought his free hand up to chew idly on a nail, titling his head to one side as he seemed to consider the question. “Gee, I'm not really certain, Todd. Now that I've seen it, I feel … better, I suppose. But I'm still curious, you know. I think I might need more of a direct … personal demonstration.”

“O-okay. How … ummm...”

“He wants you to kiss him.”

“So, uh, which of us is Gaz?”

“What?”

“You wanted me to show you the kiss from the dance, right? So, one of us is playing Gaz?”

“Oh. Yeah. That kiss. Right. I'm Gaz, I guess.”

Gaz stifled a small laugh at the stumbling words, then elbowed Pepito in the ribs, making him cringe and stand up straighter. Todd raised a brow, but didn't have time to verbally question either of them before Pepito pull him closer.

“Come here.” Pepito's free arm wrapped around his shoulder while the other hand retained its hold on his hand, recreating the position that Todd and Gaz had taken so many pictures in earlier.

Todd caught on to the repositioning a little late, only moving his own free hand to rest against Pepito's back when the other moved in for the kiss. While at first his movements had seemed bold, Pepito hesitated centimeters from Todd's lips, letting their breathes mingle for a few seconds before finally moving forward to press them softly together. The kiss lasted only about twice as long as the hesitation had, and then Pepito pulled back to take a deep breath.

Upon feeling warm fabric against the back of his hand that was still on Pepito's back, Todd opened his eyes, shivering involuntarily when he saw that Gaz was leaning up to whisper something into Pepito's ear. Before pulling away, she licked the lobe of said ear, taking it into her mouth for a quick nip.

Todd gave her a questioning look, but he only received a smirk and a wink in reply. “Sorry, Squee. Didn't mean to delay your sentence.” But the way that she said it made him think that whatever she had whispered to Pepito wasn't going to have the effect of shorting his 'sentence' at all.

“Ready?”

Looking back to Pepito after Gaz retreated back a few steps to watch, Todd nodded a shaky yes. As they leaned in again, he heard Pepito emit a small laugh and felt his hand tighten its grip on his own. It was a wordless reassurance, a message that said, perhaps falsely, that he should calm down, that this wasn't a big deal.

Of course it wasn't. It was only a test to find out just how treacherous that adulterous kiss with his best friend's girlfriend had actually been. And it could only reveal an awkward truth that he had been trying his best to smother in denial for months. Still, maybe, if he was very lucky, Pepito was only going to make him suffer through a certain amount of humiliation and fear before letting him go, hopefully with a minimum of ill feelings.

Both of them were acting a bit too playful for this to be that serious of an issue, although with Pepito that could always just be a way of getting him to let his guard down. And Gaz did have a thing for torture, but he didn't think that she would be playing along with something that had the potential to dismantle their friendships.

“Todd? What are you doing?”

“Huh?” Opening his eyes, he felt the heat in his face flare up again when he realized that kissing someone was kind of a two-way thing. “Oh, just rationalizing. Sorry. I'm ready.”

When Pepito gave him an unsure look, Todd leaned forward himself to initiate the kiss, not wanting to drag the awkwardness out any longer. It started out much like it had moments before, but this time their lips moved together, caressing each other gently. Pepito pulled him closer so that their chests were pressed together, and Todd felt his body relax as the seconds seemed to stretch out into a warm haze that was finally punctured with an electric wave of desire when he heard Gaz's voice, low, but very near to them.

“That's good. Now bite him.”

Pepito's hand that had been resting on his shoulder moved up and into his hair, having some difficulty in finding its way to his scalp because of the excessive amounts of product that had been required to make it stand up at wild angles. Finally, he made contact, griping some of the hard, sticky locks along the way to hold Todd's head still before doing as Gaz commanded. That was probably not doing anything good for his hair style, but Todd decided that it didn't matter anymore. He was going to wash it out in a much needed shower when he got home anyway … a much needed, very hot, very long shower at this rate.

When the teeth sank into his lower lip, it was slower and more cautious than it had been with Gaz, which didn't surprise Todd at all. While Pepito and Gaz could both be pretty dominating when in the right mood, they tended to go about it in differing manners. To be honest, he wasn't sure which he preferred, but the contrast was lovely … as was the additional sucking of his wounded lip before Pepito slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Stroking the tongue back with his own was almost compulsory when they were in his own mouth, but Todd had to fight through a wall of sudden shyness before he finally managed to take control of the kiss, moving it into Pepito's mouth where he lingered, exploring, until Pepito began to slowly suck his tongue. And that was just too much. His little “problem” was going to become all too obvious if he didn't put an end to it. The hand that had been on Pepito's back moved to his shoulder to push him away, breaking the kiss.

Pepito broke out laughing when the kiss came to an abrupt end. “Sorry, Todd. Was that not part of the original kiss?”

“No!” Todd pulled his other hand out of Pepito's so that he could cross both arms over his chest. “You know it wasn't. Gah.”

“But it was good, right? So, don't be a whiner, Squee.” The tone of Gaz's voice was odd. He was very used to her complaining about his 'whining', but that was usually in a bored, sometimes frustrated tone instead of a cheery one. The cheery one meant that she was enjoying the source.

Pepito slapped a hand against Todd's shoulder before stepping closer to Gaz. “Did you get that?”

“The last part?” Gaz pulled Pepito's camera from behind her back, lifting it up so that she could double check the LCD screen on the back. “Oh, yeah.”

“Wait.” Todd's eyes grew larger at the sudden realization. “You were taking pictures?”

“Only at first.” Her smile widened. “After that I realized that I was being an idiot and started filming.”

“Oh my God.”

“Todd, please, not in my house.”

Todd only shook his head, ignoring Pepito's remark to stare at Gaz in disbelief.

“Don't look at me like that. It's not like I'd put it up on the Internet or anything. Do you know the kind of shit I'd have to put up with at school if everyone thought I was dating a gay guy?” She shrugged. “I just need something to watch at my house while my games are loading that doesn't involve my brother and a retarded alien making out or fighting over the Earth.”

“Hey, kissing Todd doesn't make me gay. Liking guys doesn't mean that I don't like girls. It doesn't mean that our dating is-”

“I know that, Pepito. But other people are stupid. Just deal with it.” Gaz rolled her eyes, one hand on her hip as well.

“I shouldn't have to deal with it. They're the ones that-”

“Excuse me,” Todd cut in, knowing that this could well be the beginning of another rant. “Am I forgiven yet?”

Pepito looked back to Gaz. “What do you think?”

“I don't know. It was such a serious offense, and now I'm kind of offended myself … by both of you. That's right, Pepito. Don't think I didn't notice that extra kiss.”

“That? That was a … a practice kiss.” He ran a hand through his own hair, which was spiky and on the short side, though the middle of the top was a little longer and dyed a deep red.

“Practice kiss? What is this, middle school?”

“Gaz, I apologize. Tell me, what can I do to make it up to you?”

“How about you both make it up to me tonight … all night.”

Todd took another step back, towards the door. “Uh, doing what?”

She smirked. “Whatever I say.”

“Amigo, do you wanna stay the night?”

“Ummm … wouldn't that be … don't you two want to be alone or something?”

“Alone?” Gaz stepped closer to him. “We've been spending an awful lot of time alone lately, haven't we, Pepi?”

“I'd say so. I don't know about you, but I think my feelings are starting to be hurt.”

“Don't you like us anymore, Squee?” Gaz's voice carried a teasing, false whiny twinge.

“I … I like you. Both of you. But-”

“Excellente, then you'll stay!”

“Sure. Sure, I will.” He looked down at his socked feet with an air of surrender as he felt Pepito drape an arm around his shoulders. At least they weren't at Gaz's house, so she couldn't make him do her chores again. On the other hand, that limitation probably meant that whatever she wanted was going to be either painful or humiliating or both. Still, they had missed him, and that was reason enough him to grin and bare it. “So, what would you like me to do?”

-------------------End Chapter-----------------

Notes:

-This story is for shiiloveshim because she's all awesome and stuff. :)

-The Japensse guy mentioned is from the end of Rosemary's Baby because XandofTerra kept asking me to put him in one of my stories with Pepito.

-Some of the kids at school think Todd looks like L from DeathNote because of a comment Anthrop made on the Sims2 pic that this was originally inspired by.

-I don't own Todd, Pepito or Gaz. They belong to Jhonen Vasquez, and I make no money from writing about them. Characters are 18 or older (Gaz is 18, Pepito and Squee are probably in college and a little older).
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