Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

 

Finally, the other two main characters are here! Nothing too fancy though, I tried to make it as casual as possible :) Thanks again to the following people:

 

Sobakasu

Judith the warrior

Shingami's Forlorn Angel

Arsinen07

 

I hope this chapter tickles your interest.

 

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The usually bustling lobby of the WEI-Tokyo building was stunned into silence as the appalling young man stalked into the said building, marched up to the receptionist and demanded to see the president.

 

No one, ever, had the audacity to do such a thing.

 

And in leather no less!

 

Yes, Duo Maxwell had made his presence known to the employees of WEI-Tokyo, clad in impossibly tight leather pants and a simple black tank top. To top it all off, he donned a pair of huge, black military boots and a semi-large, simple silver cross. His long braid did nothing to quell the snippets of conversation from the scandalized staff. His eyes though…

 

“You wish to see President Winner” the receptionist confirmed, looking slightly wary of the man. Duo gave her a look that undoubtedly said `Duh!'. “Do you have an appointment?” she asked.

 

“No. I do not have an appointment and I do not need one. Tell him Duo Maxwell is here” Duo replied, annoyed. Surely; she should've seen the papers a couple of days ago. Noin, after all, was right on target when she told them they'd make the headlines first thing the next day of the party.

 

“I'm sorry, but he's in a meeting right now” the receptionist declared haughtily, without so much as touching a phone to confirm her statement. Duo sighed and leaned forward, propping himself on his forearms on the desk.

 

“Listen, I know, for a fact, he is not in a meeting. First, because you asked me if I had an appointment before you told me he's in a meeting; implying therefore that he isn't and you were just making an excuse to get me out of here. If he was, you'd be saying `I'm sorry, sir, he's in a meeting right now. Do you have an appointment?'” he gushed in an overly dramaticized falsetto voice, “Second, even though I do not have an appointment with him, Mr. Winner, himself, has told me that he had no engagements for the day and that I could drop by at any. Given. Time” he finished with a menacing leer; the receptionist was forced back against her seat when he drew close to her. Without waiting for a reply, Duo picked up the desk phone and rang Quatre up.

 

“Hello, Quatre, love” he started, “…yes, I'm downstairs… apparently, you didn't quite mention to the staff that I would be arriving… of course I didn't tell you I'd be coming but you should know by now that I drop by unannounced… nothing I couldn't handle… you know me too well, darling. I'll be heading up shortly.” Duo tossed the phone to the bewildered receptionist. “Next time, do be more polite” he remarked and strode off.

 

Happily, he climbed aboard the elevator, attracting more stares from his clothes and destination, and waited his turn to get off. Approximately ten minutes later, he dismounted the machine and headed toward the only doors on the floor. A small office greeted him; this was where the secretary stared dazedly at him as he passed across her desk to the ornate double doors, similar to the first set.

 

“Winner” he greeted, shutting the door behind him before lazing onto the couch. Quatre looked up from his desk, smiled and stood up.

 

“I hope my secretary didn't pose any threat. I'd hate to see her dead body splattered around her office” he grinned, walking over. Duo snorted and refrained from answering the playful banter; Quatre knew of his habit of blowing things out of proportion. Instead, as the president passed to get a drink out of the mini-bar, Duo grabbed his hand and pulled him to lie atop the devil.

 

“Cheeky” he muttered before devouring Quatre's lips. The angel could only moan. As soon as they parted for air, Duo announced, much to Quatre's dismay “I'm starting to like someone.”

 

“So why are you here kissing me?” he asked gloomily.

 

“Why? Can't I?” Duo asked in all truth. Quatre whacked him hard on the shoulder and started to get up but Duo pulled him back down and switched their positions, pinning the smaller man beneath him.

 

“Let go, Azazel” Quatre growled.

 

“Uh-uh-uh!” Duo waggled his fingers teasingly, “We agreed to call each other by our human names remember?” he teased, thoroughly enjoying Quatre's apparent jealousy. Quatre snorted inelegantly, making Duo laugh. “Jealous much?” he teased.

 

“I AM NOT JEALOUS!!!” Quatre all but screamed. Duo merely doubled over laughing.

 

“Debatable” he murmured, after he had calmed down, then kissed Quatre; the fuming blonde felt himself responding after a few moments of coaxing from the braided baka's tongue. He threaded his hands through Duo's bound hair, pulling the devil closer to deepen the kiss, before slipping his tongue out to fondle the other. Shifting his weight to his knees, Duo's hands started plucking the buttons on Quatre's suit out of their buttonholes and his fingers started caressing the smooth skin.

 

“Duo…” Quatre moaned softly as Duo's lips traveled southward to pleasure his nipples. Then he stopped, making Quatre nearly cry out in frustration.

 

“You wanted to stay the virgin remember?” Duo grinned, “If we go too far I might not be able to stop myself.” He then got up to get himself a drink from the mini-bar. Quatre followed him and poured himself a glass of Bailey's. Downing it in one gulp, he turned to the devil and pushed him against a nearby wall. Duo watched him amusedly, a glass of scotch in one hand. Quatre then fell to his knees and proceeded with the grueling task of undoing Duo's pants. Upon releasing his prize from its confinement, he took the muscle into his mouth and sucked profusely, willing Duo to surrender to him.

 

While Duo was used to this kind of treatment from the random fucks he got around town, none could hold a candle to Quatre. While Quatre wasn't the best at giving blowjobs, Duo, for the life of him, couldn't remember getting a better blowjob from anyone; not even from his housemate (wink, wink). Slowly, he felt himself crumbling at the hands of the innocent angel; he came not long after Quatre had started. Quatre then stood to grin at the devil, who dropped his forgotten drink to the floor and slammed his lips over the president's.

 

“Dammit, Remliel, pull another stunt like that and I won't be able to hold back” he growled, “how about tonight? My apartment?” Quatre grinned again and stepped back over to the sitting area with another glass of Bailey's in hand.

 

“So tell me, who is this boy who just about managed to steal a devil's heart?” he asked casually. Duo winked.

 

“That's for me to know and you to find out!” he laughed. Quatre almost slapped him. “However, if you really, really want to know, you better drop all other engagements for this evening and go out on a double date with me and him, with his best friend as a date.”

 

“Is he good looking?” Quatre asked thoughtfully.

 

“Yep.” Quatre tapped his chin.

 

“So where did you meet?”

 

“Remember the other day, after the party, when Sally and the others invited us to go clubbing? Well, apparently, Noin's girlfriend dragged her brother and her best friend along. With her brother was my guy; shit, he was oozing raw sex appeal…” Duo recalled blissfully, “Anyway, I ended up as Noin's girlfriend's best friend's date and her brother and his best friend went together; as friends, of course. After that, I eventually managed to find away to go home with brother's best friend. Damn he was hot.”

 

“Oh…” Quatre pouted, “I missed out on a lot, didn't I?” Duo frowned.

 

“Of course not! I still have to hook you up with my guy's best friend, don't I?” he replied. Quatre forced a smile and took a sip of his drink, “Besides, we're going to meet them tonight right?” Quatre's smile turned semi-genuine.

 

“Well, okay, count me in then.”

 

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Quatre managed to convince Sally to hold off his bodyguards so that he could go clubbing that evening. In return, and as part of the plan, he gave her a night off. Sally was going to spend the evening at Une's, doing God knows what, while pretending to be with Quatre at the club.

 

Quatre, meanwhile, would be standing right next to Duo, in the most alluring clothes Duo could find at the mall, waiting for their dates to arrive; exactly as he was doing right now.

 

“Last I checked, being late for the first date didn't exactly earn you brownie points” he mumbled boredly. Duo smirked.

 

“I wasn't trying to earn brownie points for your date. I was trying to earn him a night in your room so that, after he had finished off your irrational notion of `virginity', I could have my turn with you” he teased. Quatre glared at him.

 

“Excuse me…” came a soft, but deep voice from behind them (is there like a prize for the person who could catch most people by surprise?). Duo turned around only to squeal “Hee-chan!!!” and glomp his arms around a stunned young man. Quatre turned around to see the commotion, when his jaw dropped to impossibly low depths. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Duo was sucking face with his assignment!!! And Heero's best friend…? Oh shit oh shit oh shit!

 

“You must be Quatre” the tall, really, really, tall guy stated. Big `Duh!' for the genius; give him a medal. But Quatre simply smiled and nodded.

 

“Hello, Trowa” he said in reply.

 

“You know me?” Trowa asked, looking adorably confused.

 

“Oh… yeah, actually. Big mouth over there told me” Quatre snickered, gesturing to Duo, who promptly smacked his head. Nice save! He thought to himself.

 

“I heard that!” he yelled, pouting.

 

“Why don't we head inside, ne?” Heero offered before any more violence could occur. The other three shrugged and followed him inside. They grabbed a vacated booth from under the nose of a couple of other people, earning them a glare, which they ignored. Trowa started up a conversation but Quatre could do no more that his practiced feigned interest, while checking the guy out. His face was partially hidden under a dramatic curtain of brown locks, (how did he keep it up?) obscuring one half of a pair of alluring emerald eyes. Through his matching green long-sleeved turtleneck, Quatre could distinctly outline gorgeous well-formed pecs and abs. To top it all off, covered by a pair of faded gray jeans, were legs that went on forever…

 

“Do you know what I mean?” Trowa asked.

 

“Uh-huh…”

 

“So that means you're willing to fuck with me?” he teased, apparently noticing that Quatre was not paying attention. As predicted.

 

“Uh-huh…--Wait! What?!” the CEO suddenly blinked as the words registered into his head. Trowa merely laughed.

 

“You haven't been listening to a word I said, have you?” he asked. Quatre looked at his fingers sheepishly, mumbling a soft “Sorry.” But Trowa merely tipped his chin up and looking into Quatre's own dazzling orbs before murmuring, “Don't worry. I'm flattered.” Then he took Quatre's lips into his own, softly kissing him.

 

Quatre was back in heaven. Damn, Trowa was fine! And a great kisser to boot! Soft, warm lips enticed Quatre to beg for more. Trowa merely complied, slipping his tongue through Quatre's parted lips. The angel moaned softly. Duo smirked.

 

“So, did I set you up good or did I set you up good?” he asked. Quatre blushed but Trowa merely smirked.

 

“Whatever, Duo” he laughed. Duo stuck his tongue out at the taller guy before turning to Quatre.

 

“Hey, Quat, I know you and Trowa just got together and all, but would you mind if I borrowed him for a dance. Stony here doesn't want to and Mr. Legs there dances divine.” Quatre laughed.

 

“Ask him. I don't mind” he replied with a smile. Good; a chance alone with Heero. Might as well get this assignment over and done with he thought. Duo shrugged and dragged Trowa out of the booth and onto the dance floor. The two, who left at the booth, watched amusedly at the pair dancing. Duo was right, Trowa was a divine dancer. Quatre then forced himself to tear his eyes away from his newfound interest and looked at Heero. Least to say, Heero was just about as striking as Trowa. Thick, messy chocolate brown locks fell sexily into cobalt blue eyes. His tight blue jeans and black tank top did nothing to alleviate Quatre's growing desire. “So, you're Heero, right?” Quatre mentally slapped himself. Well, duh! Nice going, baka.

 

“Hn.”

 

“Talk much?” Quatre teased, attempting a light conversation. Heero merely shrugged. “So what do you do for a living?”

 

“Computer programming” `Stony' replied shortly. Quatre sighed; how was he supposed to seduce this guy into fighting on the side of good when he couldn't even get a conversation out of him?

 

“How'd you meet Trowa?”

 

“College.” Quatre sighed again.

 

“Do you say anything more than one word sentences?”

 

“'Computer programming' is two words” Heero snorted.

 

“And he speaks!” Quatre cheered. Heero smirked then cracked him the barest of smiles. “So you do smile after all” he returned the low-wattage smile with his own 10million-watt smile.

 

“Yeah. Cathy, Trowa's sister, makes me smile. Duo makes me laugh… sometimes” Heero said. Finally, they were getting somewhere! Quatre nearly hugged him.

 

“You look better when you smile. Make you look younger” he told Heero in all seriousness.

 

“You look good no matter what you do” the taller guy mumbled. Hey, could he help it? Quatre, after all, was one of the hottest guys around the world. However, Quatre didn't know that; he merely gaped.

 

“Th… thank you…” he stuttered with an amazing blush. They sat staring at each other for a few seconds before shifting their gazes to their hands. For the next few moments they said nothing and did nothing but watch their' counterparts dancing. When Heero noticed the pair starting to walk back, he got up.

 

“I'm going to get some drinks. Want anything?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, sure. Give me a Sloe and Comfortable Screw Against the Wall with a Kis” Quatre replied with a small seductive smile. Heero blushed.

 

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