Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Deceptions Revised ❯ Dark Deceptions Revised 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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"It's the Terrible Trio back together again, eh?" Duo chuckled. "Jeez, remember when we were kids and gave our parents nightmares?"

"How could we forget?" Relena snickered. "Father blames us for his grey hairs."

"What say we relive those days?" Duo suggested with a maniac gleam in his amethyst eyes. "Just for tonight? They say Hungary is a party country."

"You say that for every country!" Quatre mocked.

"But Duo's proposal is tempting, Kat," Relena declared, an answering glimmer in her eyes. "I'm feeling a little wicked tonight. Let's bust out of this cellblock and have a little fun tonight? What do you say, boys?"

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Chapter 8

Lights pulsed inside the packed club. The heady scent of danger, excitement, and intrigue filled the air along with the sounds of laughter and music. The line outside stretched around the block as overanxious and eager partygoers waited for a wild night out. Thanks to Duo's charm (and connections) the trio of friends sauntered to the front of the line and was given immediate admission. His mood lifted instantly as his eyes scanned the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. The club was a simple two-story design. On the first floor and in the center was a massive dance floor, crammed with bodies. On the far side stood a massive platform where the dj mixed the tracks to keep the bass thumping, massive speakers scattered around the interior of the building. On the opposite, closest to the entrance, was a huge wall-to-wall bar with four to five bartenders scurrying to meet orders. A metal railing surrounded the dance floor, cutting off the dancers from the spectators. On the second floor, overlooking the first, Duo could see tables and sectioned off VIP lounges.

"Feeling better, Duo?" Relena questioned with a laugh.

Smirking, Duo answered, "Of course, Lena! You always come up with ways to shock me, though. Who would of thought . . . Relena Peacecraft . . . good girl on the outside, a rebellious badass on the inside!

Quatre laughed uproariously as he saw stepsister blush, which was remarkable since the club was lit only by its swirling florescent light effects. Chuckling, the usually subdued blonde threw himself into wickedness, dragging Duo and Relena off to the bar. "Time for some shots!" he crowed as he dived into the nightlife.

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Heero raked an irritated hand through his unruly bangs, a frown marring his features. Duo had sent him off to accomplish various errands that needed tending too. They were reasonable tasks that normally Heero would have carried out without batting an eyelash. Perfectly reasonable, if it wasn't that 'too innocent' look on Duo's face when he was speaking to him and that mischievous grin tugging on the corners of his lips. Had Duo known he would run into complications concerning the equipment? Had he foreseen the difficulty for Heero when it came to one on one communication with his men? Had he snickered behind his hand, knowing Heero would have been trapped in a useless, idiotic argument over refreshments for the Vice Foreign Minister?

Something was not right with the whole fiasco. Something triggered Heero's instincts, and for a hunter who had only his instincts to rely on, Heero could do nothing but follow his intuitions. He strode purposely down the hallway, throwing the door to Duo's suite wide open and stalked in.

Only to collide with an immovable object.

"What?" he snarled at Trowa.

"Where's Quatre?" was all the tall Carpathian demanded.

"How the fuck should I know? I'm not his keeper."

"Considering the fact that him and Duo are like blood brothers, I figured you would know, Yuy," Wufei snapped as he stepped out from among the shadows. "So where's Quatre? In fact, where's Duo and Relena for that matter?"

Heero snapped his mouth shut as he glared. His senses flared, searching for the braided baka's scent that had branded itself onto Heero's memory. Only to find . . . nothing.

"You can't find him either," Trowa said more as a statement then a question. "Quatre has disappeared as well, as did Relena."

"The work of a vampire?" hissed Heero.

"No. The work of stubbornness and stupidity. Their rooms are empty, but I noticed closet doors open and clothes missing. My guess is that they went out."

"Out? Out where?"

"Where else, Yuy? They're young humans. Where do most young people go on a weekend night?"

Heero's eyes sparkled with suppressed rage. "I'll kill him!!!"

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Eyes closed, mind shut off from the hassles of the world, Duo was nothing more then your average teenager on the dance floor. There was no such thing as duty, or assassinations, or Heero Yuy. There was only him, the music, and two muscled bodies pressing in on him. His blood pulsed with the music, his body flowing with the rhythm, his senses at one with the moment. It was all about the here and now. And right here, right now, Duo was enjoying the hell out of himself!

In the meantime, Quatre was watching from an overhanging balcony, a small smile on his lips and a drink in his hand. He was secretly glad Relena had suggested this night on the town with just the three of them, just like old times. Oh, he knew Trowa would most likely reprimand him once he discovered his absence. Even though he needed this time off, he couldn't wait until Trowa found him. As sweet and innocent as Quatre appeared on the outside, he felt trapped inside a cage. A cage that he had a feeling Trowa had a key to.

Quatre smirked at his thoughts before his eyes wandered back to Duo. He wondered to himself why he never fell for the braided boy. It would have been so easy. Granted, they had known each other since the third grade, but Duo had a wit about him, a sarcastic dry humor that never failed to produce a smile or two. There was his joker's mask, where everything was carefree and funny. Life was a joke, and Duo its jester. Then there was his Shinigami persona, where it was kill or be killed. The God of Death who sent souls to the afterlife. The thoughtful critic, the resourceful opponent, the wise scholar (though many rarely, if ever, saw that side of Duo), they were all a part of a multi-faceted Duo Maxwell. And right now, Duo was the sly and sensual seducer. With a tinge of danger around him, Duo was a forbidden temptation. And everyone knew, what was forbidden was often the most tempting.

Quatre's eyes danced up and down Duo's body. A tight black muscle shirt clung to his body, cut short to expose his midsection. A mess shirt with long sleeves was thrown on top of the garment. Black leather pants that looked like they were spray-painted on clung to his legs and derriere. Black boots that reached mid-calf adorned his feet, massive silver buckles on the sides reflecting the swirling lights. Duo's hair was up in a loose ponytail, the ends of his chestnut hair brushing the curve of his backside. Body glitter had been rubbed on his arms, chest, and face, eyes outlined heavily with kohl. Glossy lip-gloss painted his lips that were licked flirtatiously every once and a while. Oh yeah, Duo Maxwell was sex personified.

Not that Quatre was anything less. Duo had managed to squeeze him into tight scarlet red pants as well, a depiction of a Chinese dragon rising on one leg. A loose belt looped itself out his narrow hips, heavy black leather with metal studs. He wore a body hugging black vest with gaping laces on both sides and front with no shirt underneath. Around his neck was a black choker, or a collar as Duo gleefully proclaimed, with Trowa's etched on the metal plate. Black studded cuffs circling both his wrists, the metal reflecting the dancing lights hypnotically. Black eyeliner outlined his aquamarine eyes, a startling contrast that captivated and seduced. Relena had talked him into applying fire hydrant red steaks into his pale blonde hair that washed out in one rinse. He too had body glitter rubbed on every available surface. He looked like a cross between a Hell's Angel and a submissive bondage teen. He couldn't wait until Trowa saw him.

Standing off to the side, a drink in her hand as she gaily conversed with a couple of extremely interested males, Relena's tinkling laughter could be heard above the pulsating bass. After they had finished with dressing Duo and Quatre, the two boys turned their attention onto their 'sister.' It was no wonder no one recognized her. The dignified, poised, and elegantly groomed daughter of Vice Foreign Minister Darlian wouldn't have been caught dead in public in the outfit she was adorned in. Ah . . . the idiocy of the public eye, for Relena 'I'm Not As Innocent As I Look' Peacecraft was out for the thrill of a chase.

Who was doing the chasing remained to be seen.

Garbed in a shiny tight black skirt that barely covered her backside, fishnet stockings encasing her slim legs, and a white off the shoulder skin tight shirt that was slashed across the chest to reveal a peak at her cleavage, Relena managed to pull of the 'I'm a high class girl with a wild side' look and not look trashy in the process. On her feet were heels that put pole dancers and strippers to shame with the thickness of the soles, her feet arched to the point that it reminded Quatre of the way Barbie dolls stood in their plastic fake heels. The effect made her legs seem to go up forever until they dovetailed into slim but ample hips. Hips that made a man's hands itch to span them. Quatre hated to admit it, but his sister was drop dead sexy. Hopefully, Trowa wouldn't notice her. Hopefully, he'll only have eyes for him.

And speak of the devil . . . here comes Trowa right now . . .

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Heero cast a dubious glance around the club. "Are you sure they're in here?" he questioned, his sensitive eyesight hindered by the glare of the lights.

"I'm positive Yuy. Now shut up and look for them."

Heero frowned as he stepped forward, his eyes scanning the undulating bodies, the smell of liquor and body odor vainly concealed by copious amounts of perfume and cologne. He never could understand the allure of such places. Humans. What strange creatures. He headed up the stairs to the second floor after watching Wufei blending into the crowd on the first.

Wufei, after witnessing the way the crowd gathered in the center of the dance floor, made his way over to see what the commotion was all about. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

There, sandwiched between two lumbering idiots, danced his Duo. Wufei's eyes scanned his scantily clad form before hazing over with an unknown emotion. How dare anyone touch Duo in such a revolting manner. And how dare Duo believe he would get away with this nonsense of disappearing!

Stalking forward, Wufei's hand whipped forward in a bruising grasp. His fingers encircled Duo's bicep as he jerked him out from between the two sweating bodies. Duo, his mind so entranced with the music, was suddenly snapped into reality when a vicious grip on his arm threatened to cut off blood supply to his abused limb. His eyes shot open to behold Wufei's smoldering onyx eyes.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, Maxwell," he snarled as he dragged him off the dance floor.

"Wait!" Duo cried out, digging his heels into the floor. "I can explain! Honest! This wasn't my idea!"

"Oh? And who's was it? Quatre's?"

"Relena's! I swear to god, Wu! I may run and hide, but I never lie!!"

Wufei paused at the mention of Relena's name. "Darlian's daughter?" he scoffed. "Honestly Duo, I would have believed Quatre better."

"I swear it's the truth, Fei! I'm not lying!!!"

"You can explain yourself later, Maxwell. You're in enough trouble as it is."

Just then, a stumbling drunk managed to crash himself into Duo and Wufei, halting their process across the floor. "Duo, baby!" the drunk exclaimed before hiccupping. "Where ya going? That was some awesome dancing you did out there, sugar!"

The blubbering idiot patted Duo's rump fondly, a beatific smile on his face. Without a second thought, Wufei let his fist fly. It connected solidly with the fool. He heard, with a satisfied smack of his lips, the man's jaw crack as he crashed to a crumpled heap at their feet.

"Fei!" Duo exclaimed, his jaws hanging open.

Wufei rubbed his knuckles, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. "He shouldn't have touched you," he simply replied.

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Heero's cobalt eyes widened as he stared at the creature in front of him. His mind refused to believe what he was seeing but his senses confirmed it was true.

Standing before him, garbed in clothes that barely concealed her body from roving eyes, was Relena 'I'm All for Love and Harmony' Peacecraft.

~Holy Shit!~

The explicit echoed through his mind like a gunshot. He was definitely picking up on Maxwell's language. More importantly though was the need to get Relena out of the club before she incited a riot.

Growling, he stalked over to her and grabbed her arm. "Thought you could escape for a little fun?" he hissed in her ear. He felt her entire body freeze, muscles tensing in as a rush of adrenaline hit her bloodstream. It was the Fight or Flight instinct that kicked it when faced with a predator. And Heero was very much a predator.

Smiling apologetically at the men she was speaking to, Relena turned to peer at Heero.

"Heero!" she garbled, her breath hitching. "What a surprise to see you here!"

"Enough games," he retorted, hauling her away, his fingers an unbreakable bracelet around her wrist. "Did you really think you could get away with this? My God, I would have figured you would have more sense in letting Duo talk you into this!"

Relena cleared her throat as she followed, not wanting to create a scene. "Actually, Heero, it wasn't Duo who thought of this," she confessed. "It was my idea. All of it."

Stunned, Heero merely stared at Relena. "You're kidding."

Shaking her head, Relena smiled unapologetically. "Nope. I was the one who suggested all of this."

Hissing between his teeth, Heero continued his trek down the stairs to the first floor. He smiled in satisfaction at the sight of Wufei and Duo waiting for them by the entrance, Duo looking meek and contrite. How long that was going to last was anyone's guess.

Wufei and Heero shared a nod as they both waited for the last candidate for insanity in this farce of a rebellion.

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Quatre glanced nervously for Duo from above. He had disappeared so suddenly, as did Relena. As if on cue, an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. A familiar presence played upon the edges of his mind, but it was masked, as if it didn't want to make itself known. Perturbed, he swung away from the railing.

A crashed into an immovable object. Startled, he glanced up and met piercing green eyes. Quatre gasped, his drink slipping through limp fingers to crash and splatter on the floor. "T-Trowa!" he squeaked, backing away instinctively. "Wha-what are you doing here?"

Trowa sighed as he leaned against a pillar, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Chasing after my errant insubordinate, what else?" he answered. In a blinding move, his hand whipped out and snagged Quatre's wrist, dragging him forward. "Don't ever do that again," he whispered menacingly. "Don't ever think to mislead me, little one. You don't want to know what the consequences would be."

Quatre trembled under Trowa's burning gaze. "I'm sorry!" he cried out in real fear. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I promise!"

Quatre's fear permeated into Trowa's mind. Cursing himself for scaring the slender youth, he wrapped his arms around the shivering blonde. "Forgive me, little one," he whispered in Quatre's ear soothingly. "I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, don't ever leave me in the dark like that. I wouldn't know if you were in danger and if anything happened to you . . ."

Trowa let the sentence hang, knowing Quatre would catch the drift. Calming, Quatre slid his arms around Trowa's waist. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "The attacks, the attempted kidnappings, they've just put a lot of strain on all of us. We need time to breathe. A little time to ourselves. I knew you wouldn't let me go by myself, but we needed this time away from everyone. We needed to be ourselves."

"I understand. Truly I do. Just don't ever separate yourself from me again, all right?"

Nodding, Quatre offered Trowa a soft smile of truce. He followed obligingly as the lanky youth led the way down the stairs and towards the front doors. He knew deep down that his small act of defiance would earn him an even closer scrutiny when it came to security and safekeeping, but it was a small price to pay for the brief freedom he had tasted.

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Duo slouched deeper and deeper into the corner of the wall. After the three Carpathians had collected each and every one of them, Relena, the pacifist of them all, had managed to persuade the boys into allowing them to stay at the club for just another hour or so.

~More like bullied, blackmailed, and bitched,~ Duo snickered to himself. After earnest pleadings had fallen on deaf ears, she resorted to tactful reasoning. When that failed, she had threatened to reveal her identity to the masses and let them deal with the aftermath. That had shut the boys up quick fast and in a hurry.

So there they stood, trapped in a corner with the three Carpathians blocking any sort of advances that might of come their way. Wufei, Trowa, and Heero had all taken their turns ranting and raving at the trio of their indecent behaviors and conduct. Duo felt as if he was being chastened like a naughty three year old! Relena, the lucky girl, was able to plead the need to use the restroom utilities. After a stern glare and a warning to anyone who thought to follow her into the women's bathroom, she headed off, her blonde hair swishing pertly.

Sighing, Duo rubbed the back of his neck irritably.

~Are you okay, Duo?~

Duo sent his assurance to his blonde friend. ~Yeah, no worries, Q-tip. What about you? I felt a sliver of fear from you a little while ago.~

Blushing, Quatre recalled his fear at Trowa's intimidating lecture. ~I was merely startled, that's all,~ he evaded. He had deserved the rebuke for his rebellion and even though Quatre instinctively known that Trowa would have never hurt him, he was still a daunting figure when angered. ~Do you think they're going to tell Darlian?~

~How could they not. It was fun while it lasted, but now we have to face the music, Kat. We're in deep shit.~

Quatre smothered his giggled behind his hand. Duo tossed him a wink before turning back to face the dancing crowd. Or, what little he was able to glimpse from behind a wall of muscles.

Just then, a simpering idiot decided to test his luck. Bravery bolstered by rounds of alcohol, he approached the group of boys with an unsteady gate. On instant alert, the three guardians tensed. Undeterred, he reached around them and snagged Duo around the wrist.

"Hey there, cutie," he slurred. "Why don't you hang out with some real men."

Duo blinked owlishly in shock. "Uh . . . "

Scowling, Wufei jerked Duo's arm out from his grasp. "He's not interested," he stated menacingly. "I suggest you leave."

Heero raised an eyebrow at his comment. While he was all in agreement with Chang, this change in his friend was a little disconcerting for the ageless hunter.

The moron quite obviously didn't get the point. Sneering, he snaked an arm around Duo's waist and pulled him flush against his body.

"I'm not leaving until I get what I want from this little beauty," he snapped.

Pushing away, Duo tried to diffuse the tension spilling from combatants. "Listen, man, I think you better just get out of here," he advised. "If you know what's good for you."

"Oh, indeed I do. I know what's very good for me." The schmuck swooped down, bending Duo backwards over his arms as he captured the boy's lips in a domineering kiss. Duo froze, his body pliant as his stunned mind tried to assimilate what was happening. Outrage engulfed him, but he wasn't sure if it was his own, or from the Quatre standing next to him.

Dimly, he heard an animalistic bellow above the roaring in his ears. Quite suddenly, as quickly as it happened, the stranger's lips were violently ripped away from Duo's. He stumbled back, the arm that had supported him gone instantly. Quatre caught him, his eyes on the scene unfolding before him.

Heero raged inside. How dare that jackass presume he could handle Duo in such a manner! Red had clouded his vision as he forcibly shoved the man away, watching with a shimmer of violence in his eyes as the imbecile tripped over his own two feet to regain his balance.

"Yuy!" Duo cried out, diverting Heero's attention from the asshole. "Don't hurt him!"

"Why not? He laid his hand on you."

"Yeah, so what? Maybe I wanted to be touched. Ever thought of that?" he retorted defiantly.

Heero breath escaped between his teeth in a snake like hiss. The muscles of his arms twitched in suppressed fury, the urge to beat someone senseless overpowering.

"Just have to be the center of attention, don't you?" he snarled. "You just had to endanger your friends in this ridiculous charade just so you could dress up and play the tramp."

Purplish-blue eyes flared as a multitude of emotions flooded the slender youth Fury, indignation, humiliation, they were all reflected in his glare. Duo let his fist fly, unholy glee erupting when he connected solidly with Heero's left cheek. Heero's head snapped to the right, pain burning briefly before fading away. He touched the bruised area gingerly as he turned to look at the braided boy.

"Fuck you, Yuy!" Duo howled before he spun away and stomped off to the entrance.

At least, that was his plan. It was interrupted when Heero's hands shot out and threw Duo over his shoulder, an arm wrapped around his thighs to shackle him down. Hissing and spitting like a trapped animal, Duo pounded his fists on Heero's back with all his might, his legs kicking and flailing useless. He screamed at the top of his lungs, not carrying if he created a scene that ended up in the papers the next day.

"Enough!" Heero shouted, smacking Duo's hind end smartly, like a wayward child.

Face flushed crimson with embarrassment and humiliation, Duo swore vengeance and death to the doomed male.

. . . TBC . . .

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Lady S: This chapter is dedicated to Lady Midnight because she just loved the dance club scene in the original. ^.^ I did as well! Duo's so hot!

Duo: Why, yes, I do believe I am. *preen*

Heero: Don't get too full of yourself, baka.

Duo: What's the matter, Hee-chan? Jealous?

Heero: Omae o korosu! (I'll kill you!)

Duo: You know I adore your pillow talk, Hee-bear! *snuggle*

Lady S: *sweatdrop* Er . . . whatever. Damn suicidal psychotic hormonal Gundam pilots!