Passion Play - 1
By: ~*Duo-neko*~
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" I'm looking for a man."
Neanderthal eye brows lifted. "You're in the right place babe."
Swear-scent rode the smoke and Duo found himself sucking straw-size breaths through his mouth. " His name is Heero."
The bartender paused a heartbeat. Green cone shades illuminated the felt on each of the dozen pool tables -- islands of light amid the dense gloom. He nodded to the furthest corner.
As he walked that way, Duo felt eyes like laser beams scan his body, stopping in the places of preference -- his black-seather pants, the short black t-shirt and a long chestnut braid that reached down his buttlocks. No one said a word; they didn't have to. He wasn't unfamiliar with this wacho world, although he never felt completely comfortable in places like this. He always felt alone.
A game was underway in the corner. While one man leaned over the table, another seven clung to the darkness near the wall. A stack of paper money balanced precariously on the edge of the pool table.
The sandy-haired man was just about to make a shot when Duo's heels stopped clacking on the hardood. He turned as if the silence was a noise, said " Fuck!", dusted his cure tip with blue chalk angrily and assumed a classic pool-player's stance. His cue pushed forward and struck the white ball too hard, at the wrong angle. The ball spun crazily and dropped into a pocket. He sent a murderous look in Duo's direction as he retreated to the wall. Duo folded his arms across his chest, feeling both guilty and defensive.
Someone materialized out of the shadows. Tall. Lean. short unrulthy brown hair. His dark denim jeans and open black leather jacket fit his forn like skin on a snake. A silver cross earring glinted in one lobe. He saw letters down the front of the midnight t-shirt:
A
B
O
AB
Universal Recipient
Dramatic, Duo thought, then modified his judgement. Melodrama.
He stalked the table, sicling it twice with sexual grace, eventually stopping at a corner so that he faced Duo directly. All eyes were on him. In fact, most of the room had paused to watch. He lay the cue ball behind and to the right of the head spot then dusted his cue clowly, the motion sensuous. He leaned low across the felt, the leather of his jacket crackling softly. The light brought out a translucent quality of his flesh; shadows highlighted his cheekbone and a strong chin. A handsome corpse, Duo thought, and man flinched slightly as if he'd read his mind.
He made a bridge with his right hand and lay the stick across it. Duo noticed the handle. Mother of pearl inlays glittered beneath the yellow bulb. From everything Lucifer had told him, that was just "his" style.
The shot was a perect set up. Cue ball. Eight ball. Duo's groin. He hunkered down behind the white, eyes close to the felt, and adjusted his bridge unnecessarily, going for drama again. Duo watched the cue ease backm the ip aim at the botton of the white. The air cleared and the space between the two of them hollowed into a tunnel where time hovered.
Suddenly the man's head shot up. Prussian blue eyes soldered into Duo's cobalt blue ones. Eyes the color of the clear blue sky -- the Yuy family. He winked at Duo at the same time his lips twisted cynically downward. Mesmerzed by his stare, Duo heard more than saw the cue slide as if in slow motion. he cue ball started forward fast then suddenly stopped dead in its tracks. It shifted direction and spun under itself across the table. White barely tapped black. Black rolled willingly into the hungry mouth waiting to devour it.
Reality fractured as if one of the green glass shades had crashed to the floow and shattered. Noise. Movement. Balls clinked, smoke clotted the air. He was already unscrewing his cure, returing the two halves to the case, pocketing the money. Walking past Duo.
"Heero Yuy!" Duo called out sharply
The man stopped but did not turn around.
Duo watched his broad shoulders tense as he said, "Lucifer sent me."
Now Heero turned, an anime focusing. A hungry animal. Ferocious. Before
he could say or do anything, the young boy said sternly, " My name is Duo
Maxwell. We need to talk. In private."
Heero handed over his case to the bartender in exchange for a key to a store room. Duo entered first and walked toward the antique pool table in the middle of the small room, surrounded by three walls of emptybeer cases. When he was inside, Heero closed and locked the door.
"Turn on the light! " Duo said, feeling the threat of blackness.
Coming here ito Heero's territory, wasn't such a good idea, he realized. Tense energy rushed toward him. Duo backed into the table, trying to avoid what he now realized was unavoidable, and braced for the inevitable. Heero's powerful vibration over whelmed him. In the darkness, Heero's lips barely brushed his on their way to his throat. The incision was quick, precise, almost surgical. Painless. In no way dramatic. Obviousely he wasn't the type to waste time when he was hungry, even if he had plenty of time to waste.
Duo felt energy drawn from his veins, sucked up through his heart and down from his head. Cold silver light exploded on the inside of his eyelids, freezing his thoughts. Duo's limbs went glacial and began to numb. He struggled to shove Heero away but the older vampire was stronger, as Duo know he would be. He could leave him near death. Vulnerable. Or worst. " Stop!" Duo pleaded, but the word was almost inaudible.
Finally Heero stopped. Not when Duo asked, but when he had enough. As he moved away, Duo's body collapsed onto the pool table, the weakened rind of a fruit after the pulpy juice has been sucked out.
More light flooded his brain, a myriad of stabbing colours. At first Duo thought it was an hallucination from rapid blood depletion. But the faint chatter, the clink of ceramic balls striking one another told him that, Heero had opened the door and he was losing him. " Wain! Please," Duo gasped.
He closed the door. He didn't have to. Duo know that. Heero's energy was still impatient and as bright as his own's had become faded and dim.
Duo propped himself up and looked in Heero's direction. He could not see him but knew he could now see Duo clearly in the dark. " I need help."
" Call a doctor."
" Lucifer said I could trust you."
" Lucifer lied."
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To be Continued