Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13xUne (kinda)

Warnings: Vampire AU, DGAFSexWorker!Duo, profanity, occasional derogatory terms used for sex workers (via tone and characters)

Chapter 1

"We tried to do everything right,

now we were forced to do everything wrong

and it was working."

―Augusten Burroughs

Their move to the small town of Lagrange was no different from any other time; they used a moving company owned by Treize's friend to bring all of the furniture and mementos that any other family would bring, overseen by Rashid during the day until it was safe for them to arrive at night. Their group is small in number, made stranger still by the fact that they do not share blood in a strictly biological sense, and yet they would defend each other with such zealous loyalty that they were never outright questioned.

Treize had bred them strong. Pulled from both the royal courts and the shipyards alike, he has always been careful to choose only the ones he felt were strong enough to live for so long. Eternity, Heero had learned, could destroy one's sanity far easier than any outside force.

"It's pretty here," Quatre observed. Polite, sweet Quatre was like a shining ray of light in their home; between Heero's aloof presence, Trowa's stoic demeanor, and Wufei's vaguely contemptuous glares, Quatre was a breath of fresh air and consistent reminder that life should hold more smiles than frowns.

"You say that about every town," Une pointed out. She played the 'wife' to Treize's 'husband', the 'mother' to their roles as 'children' - they did not feel like family in that sense but Heero could admit that he would still fight tooth and nail to make sure none dared hurt her.

"I like to think it's because I always choose lovely places to stay," Treize remarked. He was sitting in his favorite armchair, sipping at a glass of red liquid but not sparing a glance away from his book.

Wufei made a scoffing noise, returning back upstairs without a sound. Although the last to be Turned in their small circle, the Chinese boy remained viscerally cool in their presence despite spending close to fifty years with them.

Trowa didn't once deviate from his self-appointed task of putting away the kitchen supplies. Heero would normally help him, out of simple boredom more than anything else, but he'd drawn the short straw this time and had to drive here from their last dwelling. Heero wanted to stretch his legs while there was still time.

He left them without explanation, although they would all understand - it wasn't like they were any different. (When it came down to it, they were all depressingly the same.) So Heero took a moment walk down the cobbled road that made up their driveway, turning only to take the dirt path that treaded deeper into the surrounding woods rather than the cement of the common roadway.

He walked sedately for awhile, then ran with a speed no human eye could credibly keep up with, then took to the treetops jump by jump. He entertained the thought of hunting but decided to save that for another night; he'd fed on their supply only last night and was in no rush to eat again.

Car exhaust filtered into the air, blaring music muffled only by distance and assaulting Heero's senses as he slowed down. He dropped from the top height, resuming his more human tread as he drew closer to the source.

A black Corolla was parked amidst the dirt and fallen leaves, parking brake engaged and windows half rolled down on all sides. The music was a jarring rock beat popular back when Heero had tasted more drugs in a person's veins than blood, although it did a good job of hiding the grunts and wet, smacking sounds from inside.

Heero was about to leave but the song had reached its guitar solo and that was his favorite part. So instead he loitered just a bit longer, long enough for the car's occupants to finish with a moan too deep to belong to any woman.

Homosexuality wasn't unusual to Heero. It had been normal before it became abnormal in the endless cycle that was human society, and Heero had long grown accustomed to it far before it had started its trudge back to normalcy.

The car door opened as the song finally ended, admitting a heavy-set man into view. (Heero was privately amazed the man could manage to have sex in such a compact vehicle.) The man stretched, glancing about to make sure no one was around, and then pulled his wallet from the back of his jeans.

Prostitution, too, was not unusual to Heero.

The boy - no, maybe man, his features looked young but his smile too jaded to be anything but an adult's - emerged from the car as well. A long braid of auburn hair was reflexively swiped over his shoulder, bangs framing violet eyes that looked more amused than haunted. Heero didn't think he'd ever seen such a happy hooker before.

The older man handed over a handful of bills, stalled a bit as if he thought he should say something, before finally just turning and walking away. The younger man had counted the money, then shoved it into his glove compartment - most likely because his pants were so sinfully tight, there really wasn't any room to put it.

Heero thought to leave then. But he'd stretched his legs enough now, and the other male was very attractive; it didn't hurt, Heero thought, to spend a little more time reminiscing about the times he had spent playing around in the Red Light District, no matter how much it had changed. A car out in the middle of the woods was likely the best this town could do for a brothel.

Heero made sure his steps were clear and audible as he approached. Only predators moved without sound, and some humans had an interesting way of listening to their instincts. The braided man stiffened, Heero could practically hear the muscles tense, but he relaxed once Heero entered his field of sight.

"Hey," the violet-eyed male greeted. His grin was friendly, his mannerisms more open and lacking the shark-like quality Heero had learned to associate with the rent boys he'd glimpsed in the past. Maybe it was a small town-custom, an attitude borne from interacting with such boring clientele.

Heero stared at him calmly. "I like your music," he decided on. He could delve into small talk when he wanted, despite Quatre's lamentations and Une's blatant disbelief. Still, Heero didn't think he really needed to put much effort into changing his facial expression - an intense stare was the best the braided sex worker could hope for, take it or leave it.

It was startling, then, to hear such clear, light laughter.

"Then you, buddy," the braided man said. "Have really shitty taste in music."

Duo Maxwell's prices were consistent, a surprise given that by all accounts - he was the only sex worker in Lagrange. He was well-known in the town and vocally denounced when brought up, but there was strong flavor of hypocrisy in the words when everyone turned their eyes away as men sought the services provided. Cafe owner to teacher, postman to pastor - accusations fell off their tongues at the same speed at which they fucked him.

Heero would have been fascinated had he been human, but there was nothing strange about people refusing to realize their faults and laying blame on another. Instead he explored the area that made up their new territory, irritably ignored Treize's amusement and probing questions, and sought out Duo's company when the forest started to look the same as all the others. The forest still looked the same with Duo, although it was peered at from behind a sweat-fogged car window.

Heero had noticed that Duo's customers left immediately after the services were rendered, so he wondered if the braided man was at all bothered that Heero didn't. It wasn't like Heero was in any rush to go anywhere, after all; the forest had been explored far enough for Heero to lose interest and everything in town aside from the local bar and motel closed up at 9 PM sharp.

Heero thought that Duo actually enjoyed the company, merely because the man never stopped talking. His topics went from mundane to bizarre, skimmed the surface or delved deep without remorse; Heero didn't mind, found he enjoyed listening to Duo go on and on about anything. From killer whale populations to serial killers, Duo found every subject worth talking about - and was likely pleased that Heero could contribute, in some small way, with the information he'd learned from simply living too long.

"Heard some guy lost both his arms in a fire," Duo recounted cheerfully, as if sharing some vital secret and seconds away from giggling. "And the nurse, out of pity, gave him a handjob. Can you imagine what that conversation would have been like?"

Duo's eyes were on the plastic wrapping he was trying to open, the sweet smell of confectionery filling the car and mingling with that of the woods and of sex. They were sitting together in the backseat, a minimal space between them that Heero maintained because he wasn't sure if Duo would notice the chill of his skin.

"Wouldn't he just ask?" Heero pointed out.

Duo threw him a jeering look.

"With that kind of sob story? Please. He'd milk it for all its worth!" Here, Duo paused, grin growing smug at the unintended pun. "Or, at least, he'd get her to milk it for all its worth. Heh heh."

Heero valiantly did not roll his eyes. "Your humor is deplorably vulgar," he said.

Duo laughed, taking a bite from the Twinkies. "Well, you know what I find deplorably vulgar? Having sex with a whore in the woods. You've shamed, like, 10 ancestors by doing that," he added glibly.

Heero bent forward a bit to nuzzle the man's neck. Blood pumped strong and sweet through Duo's veins, although Heero had only gotten a brief taste after Duo had accidentally bit his lip the other night. Although human infections and diseases had little effect on Heero's kind, it still was matter of propriety not to drink from such common sources like prostitutes and beggars - it was widely regarded as low-class, especially since they did not need to feed enough to kill their prey. Only the most serious illnesses could sour the blood enough to turn them away.

"Only ten? The modern form of mankind has been present for around 200,000 years - I have plenty of ancestors left to shame," Heero mused, slipping one hand up Duo's shirt.

"I love it when you talk evolution to me," Duo faux-swooned. He'd wrapped his legs around Heero's waist but, irritatingly, kept right on eating his treat.

The man's body was still hot from their previous round, the tangy taste of salt on Heero's tongue as he swept it down the side of Duo's neck. Their kind's saliva had useful effects on humans: if the prey was small enough, like a child, it would lull them into a deep sleep; adults, dependent mostly on genetics and circumstance, would be pulled into a state that made everything seem dream-like to highly-pleasurable.

Heero glared at him. Such looks had been known to reduce even the bravest of men to tears, but Duo's only reaction was to chortle obnoxiously.

"Even though I am one hundred percent certain you have the money for another round on you, not to mention the stamina - I'm still hungry, so you're just going to have to wait until I finish this sweet-ass Twinkie," Duo said, taking a pointed bite out of said foodstuff.

Heero continued to glare down at him, but when Duo did little more than take another bite, Heero made a show of heaving a resigned sigh and nuzzling back into the crook of Duo's neck. The chewing noises the braided man made weren't sexy, not by a long-shot, but Heero kept his eyes on Duo's bobbing Adam's apple as he swallowed bite after bite.

Once finished, Duo crumpled up the wrapper and threw it into the front seat to be taken care of later. "Thanks for being so patient, Hee-chan," Duo consoled him mockingly. (Was this another trait borne from being the only prostitute in this small town?) "Now you get to enjoy your own sweet-ass Twinkie."

Another pause, followed by a snicker. "I am really on a roll tonight-"

Heero cut him off with a kiss. It was wet and sloppy, meant to goad more interaction from the other man's tongue so that their saliva mixed and mingled. Heero's previous sources had mentioned that having sex with someone of their kind mimicked the feelings and pleasures of doing it with someone they passionately loved: bright stars and scorching fires and every touch was so sensitive it could elicit a scream of ecstasy. Every touch and taste was meant to distract from the act of feeding; Duo was too lost in the throes of pleasure to notice as Heero's mouth moved from his lips to his throat.

A kiss and then a bite - that was Heero's first taste of Duo Maxwell.

A/N: Duo's really fun to write here, haha~

Anyway, this isn't going to be a long fic (judging by the style of writing and the outline), estimated about five chapters. ( ᐛ )و

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