Hai!! Well I -did- say I'd be back with a new story, and here
you go!! ^^ I just couldn't help myself this go 'round, I've
now done 5x2 and 1x2x1, so I thought I'd do a mix of both! No,
there isn't any threesome flings, just two sexy bishounen
fighting over another certain braided bishie.
^^ Of course!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Gundam Wing except for this fic and other stories I've written. Damn.
Warning!!: AU, slight OOCness, impending violence, killing, angst (obviously), language, adult situations, shounen-ai (3x4, 5x2, 1x2...*ahem* yeah...), if you don't like guy/guy relationships then don't read because this story will be chock full of delicious shounen-ai.
Have fun reading kiddies!
Blood Lust
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***
The flickering pink neon sign blinked 'The Oasis' to the people jostling past on the busy sidewalk, some breaking away and entering the well-known, seedy gentleman's club, others just ignoring it.
Two such people that broke from the teeming walkways looked to be naught but young men, barely old enough to go into a place like the 'Oasis'. Though both were Asian, there couldn't have been more difference in anyone else than what there was between them.
The Chinese one wore an expression of utter repulsion on his golden complexioned face; his almond shaped onyx eyes narrowed. His inky black shoulder length hair was pulled back into an immaculate ponytail, the neon sign putting pink highlights in it every time it flashed. His figure was obscured by a black trenchcoat, but crisp white fighting-style pants peeked out from underneath as he folded his arms across his chest resolutely.
"This is wrong, Yuy. It's not right to take advantage of the women here just because of their profession," he opposed stiffly.
"Fine. You don't have to come." The other growled, glaring. He was a bit taller than his Chinese partner and had unruly dark brown hair that hung into his cobalt blue eyes. Heero wasn't trying so hard to cover himself up either, wearing jeans and a forest green tank top under an unzipped leather jacket.
"Unlike you, Wufei, I don't plan on starving myself to death in retaliation." Heero went inside without another word.
"Easy for you to say," Wufei muttered, slipping around back to wait by the exit. "You weren't forced into this eternal damnation against your will." He glowered up at the hazy stars, once again finding himself wondering what he had ever done to offend the gods so much so that they brought this torture onto him.
Unlike Heero, who had been born a vampire, Wufei had been attacked in an unfortunate run-in with one two years ago. The only reason he kept on going now was so he could find the vampire that had turned him and destroy it. For justice. Some might call it revenge. It didn't matter. Wufei tried to abstain for as long as he could, but if he couldn't control the hunger, he would at least have the dignity to give the person a choice. Something he didn't get. And it wouldn't be some unsuspecting cheap whore either. Heero had no pride and was nothing but a merciless cold-blooded murderer.
At the thought of what his 'friend' was doing, Wufei's insides gave a terrible wrench of pain, but he grit his teeth and made himself bear it.
***
"Are you sure you felt it here, Quatre?" The braided boy stopped across the street from a particularly disgusting looking hookers' joint named 'The Oasis', turning his amethyst-eyed gaze back at the blonde Arabian and his other tall unibanged comrade.
"Yes, there are two near here Duo. Unless I'm mistaken, which I'm -not-, one's in that...place...and the other is outside." Quatre replied irritably.
"Sorry Q-man, it's just been a rough night," Duo amended hastily. "You and Trowa take the one inside, I'll get the outsider. Is that okay? This'll be our last hit, I promise, then we can go home." They nodded and separated as they crossed the street.
Quatre and Trowa weeded their way through the crowded sidewalk and cautiously slipped into the club, automatically blasted full on with the smell of sweat, other bodily fluids, alcohol, and smoke.
"Oh my..." Quatre paled as they entered the main part.
Despite the disturbing sight of women pole dancing on the stages and stripping to a bunch of horny lechers, that wasn't what made him feel sick. The empath was overwhelmed by the feelings of emptiness and pain, depression, the shame of going home to their fatherless children with what little money they had made bedding a few vile men or from exposing themselves just for others' kicks. [1]
Quatre had felt varying degrees of physical suffering of victims at the hands of vampires, the warmth of being rolled under to keep from screaming out loud while having their life drained away bit by bit, but he had never felt such raw emotional trauma before.
"Quatre? Quatre!" Trowa took hold of his shoulders and shook him gently. "Breathe."
"I- I'm sorry, I was just- caught off guard," he stammered, trying to block out the feelings of the women. "Our target's in the back, behind the stages."
"Are you sure you're all right?" Trowa pressed, squeezing him reassuringly.
"Yes, I am, let's get this over with, shall we?" Quatre smiled up at him.
He nodded silently and the two began to weave a path through the hormone-crazed crowd.
***
Heero stared down coldly at the dead body of the scantily clad call girl. He was satisfied for now, but he wanted to deal with a certain Chinese vampire's scorn for his own kind. He didn't know why he had put up with Wufei's contempt for so long. Maybe he thought that time could change the stubborn boy's mind, that maybe he wouldn't see this way of life as a curse when it was truly a gift. They would forever outlive the race of mortals, and could even dominate if they wanted to. It wouldn't make a difference. With every one human killed, there were millions more being born somewhere else, preparing to live through their miserable existence only to wait for their eventual end.
Heero suddenly tensed, throwing up a mental barrier around himself and creeping out into the hall, his cobalt blue eyes narrowed dangerously. There were Slayers coming and being so nettled in his own thoughts, he had forgotten to mask his power, making himself an obvious target.
'Damn it.' He looked like a cornered panther, prowling backwards towards the exit, keeping his deadly gaze fixed at the other end of the hall. Nothing, nobody. Yet.
Heero's outstretched hand met the icy metal of the door and he slid out soundlessly.
***
'Tch, I hate it when it's full moon, these bastards don't give us any rest. It's a good thing it only happens once a month, or this would be the death of us all.' Duo thought, disgruntled as he walked cautiously down the alleyway behind the 'Oasis'. Now that he was closer, he could feel the presence of the vampires, the one inside fainter than the one he was searching for. This target must be a newly turned, or just stupidly uninformed, usually by now they would have sensed his coming and hidden themselves. As if on cue, the vampire inside vanished from Duo's radar. Wufei was jerked back to reality when a new aura he had never felt before washed over him like sunlight after a storm breaks. It was alarmingly soothing, trying to make him go off guard. He didn't remember Heero ever warning him of something of the sort, certainly humans never felt like this.
It couldn't possibly be another vampire either. No, because then he would feel cold, not this warm sensation. Whatever it was, it was as silent as a mouse; Wufei could barely make out the sound of footsteps on the rough alley gravel as he strained his ears.
'Yep, this is definitely a new guy,' Duo concluded, amused at how the Chinese boy was trying to seem nonchalant as he leaned against the shadowy wall, yet his onyx eyes darted around, intent on finding the source of his approaching footsteps. But Duo was somewhat surprised too; the vampire appeared to be not much older than he was, if not the same age. He almost felt sorry that he had to kill the poor guy. Almost. Duo stepped out of the darkness.
Wufei was utterly awestruck when the braided boy revealed himself under the moonlight. This definitely couldn't be a mortal. He was like an angel, in spite of his all black attire. His pale skin seemed to glow and his amethyst eyes glittered behind wisps of chestnut bangs, the expression on his heart- shaped face that of one trying to disguise his sympathy.
The door to Wufei's right opened, abruptly ending the moment of amazement as Heero snuck out. "Chang-" he cut off as he caught sight of Duo. He knew the slayers were supposed to be disarming looking, but this was ridiculous.
They couldn't do anything with the beautiful slayer tonight, it was to close to dawn. There was always tomorrow though. Thinking fast, Heero grabbed Wufei's arm and they dissolved into the shadows before Duo could get them.
***
[1]Read Mercedes Lackey's 'Gryphon' book series. She has empaths in those books, and I am just borrowing the concept. Empaths can feel people's emotions and use their powers to calm people down, though some are powerful enough to pick up on a person's memories and mental thoughts if they touch them. But yeah, you have to read the books to understand, or you'll understand as the story progresses. Either way. ^^
So? Yea or nay? Do you guys like it so far? ^^
^^ Of course!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Gundam Wing except for this fic and other stories I've written. Damn.
Warning!!: AU, slight OOCness, impending violence, killing, angst (obviously), language, adult situations, shounen-ai (3x4, 5x2, 1x2...*ahem* yeah...), if you don't like guy/guy relationships then don't read because this story will be chock full of delicious shounen-ai.
Have fun reading kiddies!
Blood Lust
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***
The flickering pink neon sign blinked 'The Oasis' to the people jostling past on the busy sidewalk, some breaking away and entering the well-known, seedy gentleman's club, others just ignoring it.
Two such people that broke from the teeming walkways looked to be naught but young men, barely old enough to go into a place like the 'Oasis'. Though both were Asian, there couldn't have been more difference in anyone else than what there was between them.
The Chinese one wore an expression of utter repulsion on his golden complexioned face; his almond shaped onyx eyes narrowed. His inky black shoulder length hair was pulled back into an immaculate ponytail, the neon sign putting pink highlights in it every time it flashed. His figure was obscured by a black trenchcoat, but crisp white fighting-style pants peeked out from underneath as he folded his arms across his chest resolutely.
"This is wrong, Yuy. It's not right to take advantage of the women here just because of their profession," he opposed stiffly.
"Fine. You don't have to come." The other growled, glaring. He was a bit taller than his Chinese partner and had unruly dark brown hair that hung into his cobalt blue eyes. Heero wasn't trying so hard to cover himself up either, wearing jeans and a forest green tank top under an unzipped leather jacket.
"Unlike you, Wufei, I don't plan on starving myself to death in retaliation." Heero went inside without another word.
"Easy for you to say," Wufei muttered, slipping around back to wait by the exit. "You weren't forced into this eternal damnation against your will." He glowered up at the hazy stars, once again finding himself wondering what he had ever done to offend the gods so much so that they brought this torture onto him.
Unlike Heero, who had been born a vampire, Wufei had been attacked in an unfortunate run-in with one two years ago. The only reason he kept on going now was so he could find the vampire that had turned him and destroy it. For justice. Some might call it revenge. It didn't matter. Wufei tried to abstain for as long as he could, but if he couldn't control the hunger, he would at least have the dignity to give the person a choice. Something he didn't get. And it wouldn't be some unsuspecting cheap whore either. Heero had no pride and was nothing but a merciless cold-blooded murderer.
At the thought of what his 'friend' was doing, Wufei's insides gave a terrible wrench of pain, but he grit his teeth and made himself bear it.
***
"Are you sure you felt it here, Quatre?" The braided boy stopped across the street from a particularly disgusting looking hookers' joint named 'The Oasis', turning his amethyst-eyed gaze back at the blonde Arabian and his other tall unibanged comrade.
"Yes, there are two near here Duo. Unless I'm mistaken, which I'm -not-, one's in that...place...and the other is outside." Quatre replied irritably.
"Sorry Q-man, it's just been a rough night," Duo amended hastily. "You and Trowa take the one inside, I'll get the outsider. Is that okay? This'll be our last hit, I promise, then we can go home." They nodded and separated as they crossed the street.
Quatre and Trowa weeded their way through the crowded sidewalk and cautiously slipped into the club, automatically blasted full on with the smell of sweat, other bodily fluids, alcohol, and smoke.
"Oh my..." Quatre paled as they entered the main part.
Despite the disturbing sight of women pole dancing on the stages and stripping to a bunch of horny lechers, that wasn't what made him feel sick. The empath was overwhelmed by the feelings of emptiness and pain, depression, the shame of going home to their fatherless children with what little money they had made bedding a few vile men or from exposing themselves just for others' kicks. [1]
Quatre had felt varying degrees of physical suffering of victims at the hands of vampires, the warmth of being rolled under to keep from screaming out loud while having their life drained away bit by bit, but he had never felt such raw emotional trauma before.
"Quatre? Quatre!" Trowa took hold of his shoulders and shook him gently. "Breathe."
"I- I'm sorry, I was just- caught off guard," he stammered, trying to block out the feelings of the women. "Our target's in the back, behind the stages."
"Are you sure you're all right?" Trowa pressed, squeezing him reassuringly.
"Yes, I am, let's get this over with, shall we?" Quatre smiled up at him.
He nodded silently and the two began to weave a path through the hormone-crazed crowd.
***
Heero stared down coldly at the dead body of the scantily clad call girl. He was satisfied for now, but he wanted to deal with a certain Chinese vampire's scorn for his own kind. He didn't know why he had put up with Wufei's contempt for so long. Maybe he thought that time could change the stubborn boy's mind, that maybe he wouldn't see this way of life as a curse when it was truly a gift. They would forever outlive the race of mortals, and could even dominate if they wanted to. It wouldn't make a difference. With every one human killed, there were millions more being born somewhere else, preparing to live through their miserable existence only to wait for their eventual end.
Heero suddenly tensed, throwing up a mental barrier around himself and creeping out into the hall, his cobalt blue eyes narrowed dangerously. There were Slayers coming and being so nettled in his own thoughts, he had forgotten to mask his power, making himself an obvious target.
'Damn it.' He looked like a cornered panther, prowling backwards towards the exit, keeping his deadly gaze fixed at the other end of the hall. Nothing, nobody. Yet.
Heero's outstretched hand met the icy metal of the door and he slid out soundlessly.
***
'Tch, I hate it when it's full moon, these bastards don't give us any rest. It's a good thing it only happens once a month, or this would be the death of us all.' Duo thought, disgruntled as he walked cautiously down the alleyway behind the 'Oasis'. Now that he was closer, he could feel the presence of the vampires, the one inside fainter than the one he was searching for. This target must be a newly turned, or just stupidly uninformed, usually by now they would have sensed his coming and hidden themselves. As if on cue, the vampire inside vanished from Duo's radar. Wufei was jerked back to reality when a new aura he had never felt before washed over him like sunlight after a storm breaks. It was alarmingly soothing, trying to make him go off guard. He didn't remember Heero ever warning him of something of the sort, certainly humans never felt like this.
It couldn't possibly be another vampire either. No, because then he would feel cold, not this warm sensation. Whatever it was, it was as silent as a mouse; Wufei could barely make out the sound of footsteps on the rough alley gravel as he strained his ears.
'Yep, this is definitely a new guy,' Duo concluded, amused at how the Chinese boy was trying to seem nonchalant as he leaned against the shadowy wall, yet his onyx eyes darted around, intent on finding the source of his approaching footsteps. But Duo was somewhat surprised too; the vampire appeared to be not much older than he was, if not the same age. He almost felt sorry that he had to kill the poor guy. Almost. Duo stepped out of the darkness.
Wufei was utterly awestruck when the braided boy revealed himself under the moonlight. This definitely couldn't be a mortal. He was like an angel, in spite of his all black attire. His pale skin seemed to glow and his amethyst eyes glittered behind wisps of chestnut bangs, the expression on his heart- shaped face that of one trying to disguise his sympathy.
The door to Wufei's right opened, abruptly ending the moment of amazement as Heero snuck out. "Chang-" he cut off as he caught sight of Duo. He knew the slayers were supposed to be disarming looking, but this was ridiculous.
They couldn't do anything with the beautiful slayer tonight, it was to close to dawn. There was always tomorrow though. Thinking fast, Heero grabbed Wufei's arm and they dissolved into the shadows before Duo could get them.
***
[1]Read Mercedes Lackey's 'Gryphon' book series. She has empaths in those books, and I am just borrowing the concept. Empaths can feel people's emotions and use their powers to calm people down, though some are powerful enough to pick up on a person's memories and mental thoughts if they touch them. But yeah, you have to read the books to understand, or you'll understand as the story progresses. Either way. ^^
So? Yea or nay? Do you guys like it so far? ^^