Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wake the Dead ❯ Thank You for the Venom ( Chapter 3 )

Wake the Dead

Summary: Nine years since the final war everyone involved has a new life. But were the choices they made the right ones? And, if not, how can they live with the consequences? Drama, angst. 1xRx1, 1x2x1, 4x3x4, more to be announced. Song fic, shonen ai.

A/N: First, I would like to thank those who gave me reviews. Dark Kaizer Ken-Wolf, I'm glad you liked it. I've never written from Trowa's perspective before, it was a bit difficult. lolly sister, good question. But I have an idea : ) ahanchan, I'm glad you liked the perspective too. I was a bit worried about it. Thanks a lot for taking time to read and review. It means a lot to me! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Also, this is another My Chemical Romance song from their Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge album. The title is the same as the song title.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah. I don't own Gundam Wing. I guess I should also add I don't own the songs. They belong to that talented group of guys, My Chemical Romance.


Thank You for the Venom

Sister, I'm not much a poet but a criminal.
And you never had a chance.
Love it or leave it you can't understand.
A pretty face but you do so carry on.

He'd been in the hotel room since noon the previous day. It had been a long journey to earth, and he had taken the time to try to adjust to the time change. At that time he'd been in his boxers with a whole pack of cigarettes and a six pack. Now, at 7:01 on the day of the party, he was still in the same boxers, the pack of cigarettes was half empty and he was almost done with the fifth beer.

He was sprawled on a chair in the suite he most definitely couldn't have afforded on his own. It was a five star hotel with twenty four hour room service and a staff that was told to answer to his every whim. He hadn't asked for anything, and he wasn't going to. It was just a little too much for an L2 street rat. He'd never get used to stuff like that, even if Trowa and Heero could.

He scratched his chest lazily and took the last sip of his cheap beer and looked at the clock. 7:05. He was late. He still had to take a shower, do his hair and get dressed. But then, he had one beer left and nine cigarettes. It was just a shame a nice room like that had to go to waste.

After a moments thought he picked up his cell phone, the one he'd been given as a present, and pressed one on speed dial.

It rang a few times before he heard the familiar voice on the other end.

"Yeah?"

"Just thought I'd call to let you know I don't think I'm gonna come," he said.

He heard the sigh on the other end. "I would really like it if you could. Why don't you want to come?"

"Come on, Heero. I just don't feel like seein' everyone, you know? Plus, I'm a bit busy," he said and looked around the hotel room.

"But you came all the way to Earth. It'd be a waste if you didn't show up."

Damn him. He was right, and Duo hated it. He was always right.

Duo sighed heavily. "All right. But I'll probably be a little late."

"Do you want me to come pick you up?"

Duo was quiet for a moment thinking of all the things he'd have to get done. "I'll call you back and let you know, okay?"

"That's fine. I'll see you."

"Yeah," Duo said and heard Heero click the phone off. He stared at it for a moment and then hung his phone up too.
I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me.
I'm just the way that the doctor made me.
On and on.

He slowly extracted himself from the chair, shed his boxers and walked into the bathroom. His hair was already loose and very tangled, but he decided to worry about that when he had some conditioner in it.

The bathroom was beautiful and far too big in Duo's point of view. No one really needed that much room. He stepped into the giant shower and turned it on. The water was instantly hot, unlike the colonies which took a good few minutes to heat up. He stepped under it and began to wash off. He got finished with his hair, and was washing down his stomach while thinking about Heero when he felt a familiar ache just a bit lower.

He laughed at himself and took a hold of it. "Well, this is for you baby."

He moaned as the water washed over him and fell into the drain, and he pictured Heero dripping wet with hands all over him. As far as he was concerned it was over far too quickly, and he finished his shower.

When he was done, he dried off and started the task of brushing his hair. After he finished he slipped on some clean boxers and looked back at his cell phone. He figured he should call Heero back, so he pressed redial and waited.

This time the phone didn't even have a chance to ring twice before Heero answered it. "Yeah?" he said in his normal manner.

"Uh, you can come and pick me up. I don't wanna waste the money on a cab," Duo said in a half lie. He knew he wouldn't have to pay for the cab, but then he'd much rather have Heero pick him up.

"Right," Heero said. "I'll be right over."

"See ya," Duo said and clicked the phone off before Heero had the chance.

He looked at the clock. 7:35. He had about twenty minutes to wait before Heero got there, and his hair wasn't even dry yet. So, he pulled out a cigarette and the last beer and sat back in the large chair.

Love is the red the rose on your coffin door.
What's life like bleeding on the floor?

About thirty minutes later there was a loud knock at the door that startled Duo out of his daydreaming state. He got up slowly, lit another cigarette, and opened the door.

Heero was standing there in a nice new black suit with a white shirt and a disapproving look on his face. Which, according to Duo, was quite usual.

"Hey," Duo said and held the door open so his old friend could walk in.

Heero waved his hand in front of his face and grabbed the cigarette out of Duo's mouth in a flash of movement. "This room is nonsmoking," he said and snubbed it out on the glass Duo had been using as an ashtray.

"Well, why did you get me a nonsmoking room then, Heero?" Duo asked and took a sip out of his beer can.

"Because I don't want you to smoke," Heero said simply. "It's not good for you."

Duo let out a short laugh. "Thanks for that health lesson, Dr. Yuy. I don't think I need you telling me what's good for me, okay?"

Heero didn't answer, he just glanced around the room and then back at Duo. "Are you going to get dressed?"

Duo stared back at him for a moment. If Heero didn't answer the first time, there was no way he'd answer the second, third or fiftieth. That was something Duo had learned from years of experience. "What," he said with a devilish grin, "you don't like me in nothing but boxers with my hair down?"

Heero's cheeks went very slightly pink and Duo delighted in the ability to make him blush. "Yeah, I was about to. I just didn't want my nice suit to get all wet."

He felt Heero's eyes on him as he pulled the suit out of the bag it had come in and laid it on the bed. It was a black suit, similar to Heero's, except his shirt was red silk.

"Who bought you that?" Heero asked.

Duo took a moment before answering. He looked over at Heero, his face was a little tight. "Who do you think? One of my good old sugar daddies."

Heero sighed and shook his head. "Quatre?"

Duo nodded. "Yeah, he said he wanted me to have a nice new suit for the party and he told me to chose the color of the shirt. What do you think?"

"I like you in red."

Duo smiled. "Do you really? Better than when I'm in nothing?"

Heero's cheeks went slightly pink again, and he looked away. "Just put it on."

"Fine," Duo said and started to put the suit on. The fabric was soft and felt nice on his skin. Trust Quatre to go all out. He'd have probably bought Heero and Wu Fei's suits too, if they'd let him.

Duo buttoned up the shirt and looked at Heero who had taken a seat on the bed. He still looked beautiful, after all of those years. His face didn't look quite as boyish as it had when he was fifteen, but he was still a pretty boy. Maybe it was his eyes. Those dangerous blue eyes, surrounded by long, feminine lashes. Yeah, it had to be the eyes.

You'll never make me leave.
I wear this on my sleeve.
Give me a reason to believe.
So gimme all your poison.
And gimme all your pills.
And gimme all your hopeless hearts and make me ill.
You're running after something that you'll never kill.
If this is what you want.
Then fire at will.

After the suit was on Duo walked into the bathroom. He heard Heero follow him and sit in one of the chairs.

"So, why are there chairs in here?" Duo asked as he pulled out a black hair band and started on his braid. He could see Heero watching him in the mirror.

"I don't know."

"Well, it seems pretty stupid. What are you gonna do? Have a tea party in here?"

Heero shrugged, but smiled ever so slightly at the joke. That was enough for Duo, he smiled too.

When he finished with the back he pulled the hair over his shoulder and started to braid it that way. "So," he said and looked at Heero in the mirror, "how's the old ball and chain?"

Heero looked slightly shocked, which was to be expected. Duo never asked him how she was. Duo never mentioned Heero was even married. And, it had taken a lot of effort for him to even say the words without his throat closing up. But he still wouldn't say her name. There wasn't a chance in hell he'd say it.

Heero recovered quickly and shrugged. It meant nothing, or at least nothing Duo could decipher.

"What's the party gonna be like?" Duo asked next in an attempt to carry on the conversation and not just stand there in silence. It hurt less when he talked.

"Boring," Heero said truthfully. "Lots of old memories and people."

"Do we really all have to give a speech?"

Heero shook his head. "Not a speech. We are supposed to say a few words though."

"Great," Duo said and plastered a fool's grin on his face. He put the band on the end of his braid and pretended it was a microphone. "I was Gundam pilot 02 and I killed a whole lotta people in my Deathscythe. And let me tell you, I loved getting hunted down and almost killed about hundred different times. Oh, and that one time I got captured by OZ, let me tell you how hospitable they were. They only beat me within a few inches of death and not all the way. How nice is that?"

Heero watched him say all this with a straight face and he felt himself shake slightly. "I need a cigarette," he said and hurried out of the bathroom.

Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me.
Hallelujah lock and load.

Heero didn't join him on the balcony as he smoked. Duo figured he wouldn't. It wasn't like he wanted him to or anything. He watched the lights of the city below him and the smoke that drifted out of his mouth. It was cold, and he saw clouds moving across the sky blocking out the stars and the only place he ever felt at home. Well, one of he only places he felt at home.

When he was done he flicked the butt on the ground and stepped back inside the hotel room. Heero was leaning against a chair waiting for him. "It's past eight," he said.

"Fine," Duo said and pulled on the socks and shoes he had in his bag. They were shiny and black. A little too shiny for Duo's taste. "Do you think I could just wear my boots?" he asked and looked up at Heero.

"I guess, but Quatre will be hurt if you don't wear the shoes he got you," he pointed out.

Once again he was right, and Duo hated it. But he didn't say anything. He slipped on the shoes and stood up. "I've gotta brush my teeth, then we can go," he informed Heero who simply nodded.

When that was done he went in search of his cigarettes. They had been on the table by the chair, but now they were mysteriously gone. He looked up at Heero and held his hand out. "Give 'em back."

Heero sighed and pulled them out of his pocket. "I really do want you to quit, Duo."

Duo grabbed them out of his hand and slipped them into his own pocket. "Well, you can't always get what you want," he said and walked past Heero, toward the door.

Black is the kiss the touch of the serpent son.
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one.

Duo sensed rather than saw Heero follow him to the elevator. He pushed the button a few times and then pulled his hand back and waited. Heero simply stood next to him. When the doors opened they both stepped in.

"Brings back some memories," Duo said. "''Cept, none of those elevators were as nice as these."

"Yeah," Heero stated simply and kept his eyes glued to the doors.

"You think anyone has had sex in this elevator?" Duo asked and looked at Heero, who flinched slightly at the question.

"I wouldn't know. Probably, but there are cameras," he said and pointed in the corner.

"Yeah, I know," Duo said and smirked. "But isn't that part of the fun?"

"Do you want to have sex in here, Duo?"

"I wouldn't mind," he said truthfully.

Heero looked at him. "Who?"

"Who do I wanna have sex with in this elevator?"

Heero simply nodded but said nothing.

Duo gave him a wicked grin. "I'll have to think about it," he said as the doors opened into the lobby and a number of people waiting for the elevator. The people stepped aside as they exited the elevator.

"Did you want me to say you?" Duo said once they were in the lobby and headed toward the front doors.

Heero stopped and looked at him. For a moment it seemed like he was going to say something, but then he just turned and kept walking.

Duo stood and watched him go for a moment. He didn't have to follow him. He could just turn around and go back to his room. He could disappear into the crowd and go to a bar. But he did none of these things. He fell in step beside Heero and placed an arm around his shoulders. "So, which one is your car again?"

You'll never make me leave.
I wear this on my sleeve.
Give me a reason to believe.
So gimme all your poison.
And gimme all your pills.
And gimme all your hopeless hearts and make me ill.
You're running after something that you'll never kill.
If this is what you want.
Then fire at will.

It was an inconspicuous black car. There was nothing fancy about it at all. The kind no one would remember. The kind that could blend into a crowd. It really suited Heero.

They both climbed in and Heero started the car. They drove down the road for a few minutes before Duo said anything.

"I jacked off in the shower before you came," Duo said nonchalantly.

Heero was silent for a moment before answering. "Don't we all?"

Duo laughed. "Yeah, that was good Heero. I didn't know you could make jokes."

Heero gave him the slightest of smiles before turning his eyes back toward the road.

"What do you think about when you jack off?" Duo asked and looked at him. "I hope it isn't. . . ." He really tried to finish that last sentence, but he couldn't. The God of Death couldn't say one simple word. One simple name.

"No," Heero answered.

"Oh," was all Duo could muster to say. But he felt relieved for some reason.

"What do you think about? Wing Zero?" Duo asked and smiled.

Heero shook his head and almost laughed out loud.

Duo smiled. He was getting closer. "Is it me?"

"Always," Heero said without the slightest bit of hesitation. Now it was Duo's turn to be shocked. And he was. So much so that he sat there quietly and stared at the man next to him.

You'll never make me leave.
I wear this on my sleeve.
You wanna follow something.
Give me a better cause to lead.
Just give me what I need.
Give me a reason to believe.
So gimme all your poison.
And gimme all your pills.
And gimme all your hopeless hearts and make me ill.
You're running after something that you'll never kill.
If this is what you want.
Then fire at will.

"There it is," Heero said and pointed out a mansion up a long driveway.

Duo whistled. "Man, and I thought Quatre had a nice place."

Heero shrugged. "I would prefer a small house, but you know."

"Yeah," Duo said and tried to keep the bitterness in his voice to a minimum. "I know."

Heero said nothing as he pulled the car up the driveway. Duo saw a number of young men sitting outside smoking cigarettes. The house was huge and nothing like what he pictured the petite boy he meet as a teenager would ever live in. It was too big. Someone could get lost in there.

Heero pulled the car into a garage and started to get out. Duo followed his lead and climbed out as well.

"So, I've really got to go in there?" Duo asked as they walked toward the door.

"Yeah," Heero said. "A lot of people want to see you."

Duo laughed. "I had no idea I was popular."

Heero nodded.

"I think I'll need a cigarette first," Duo said and pulled the pack out of his pocket.

"I'll wait," Heero said and stood as Duo patted himself down for a lighter.

"Shit," he said. "I forgot my lighter."

"I can get the one out of the car," Heero offered, but Duo shook his head.

"I'll just ask them," he said and pointed at the valets. Heero said nothing as Duo walked over to a particularly handsome young man.

"Got a light?" Duo said and flashed him a smile.

"Sure," the guy said and offered him a Zippo.

"Thanks," Duo said and lit his cigarette. He handed the guy back his Zippo and winked before walking back over to Heero.

"It's gonna be a long night," Duo commented and took a drag.

Heero nodded. "Yeah, it is."