Title: Blood, Wine and Tears
Author: Vamp
Pairing(s): Quatre and Trowa(more later)
Rating: R for now, expect it to change.
Summary: Set after the wars. Some people will live forever one way or another.
Warning: Sexual situations, language, supernatural stuff.
Notes: Slight OOC creeps in now and then to better fit the suspense.
Beta: lass48
Chapter 1
First, silk slid up his legs to settle about slender hips, purple this time, black leather came next framing shapely legs and taut buttocks. Deep purple brushed cotton shirt, silk would have felt better against washboard abs, but alas in a club, not viable for more than ten minuets on the dance floor. Last on was doc martins boots to complete his outfit. A little light make up, mostly eye liner of a deep brown to help frame his violet eyes. One last check in the mirror and a flash of his trade mark winning smile. "Oh yeah, we are going to knock them dead."
Just outside a club named the Blood Rose he met up with his fellow ex-gundam pilots, well the two who had dragged him out of the modest little flat he had been living in for the last year.
"Maxwell you're late." The baritone of Trowa greeted him.
"Not by my watch, I'm early." Always a witty reply ready.
"It's true my love, Duo should not be here for another half hour by his track record." Quatre's voice had deepened a little along with his gain in height.
"How you ever managed to complete a mission on time is beyond me."
"I had an evil twin stand in for me. Maybe you met him, name Shinigami."
"Ha-ha Maxwell."
Quatre stepped between the two, placing a hand on each shoulder, gently guiding them towards the door. One nod to the bouncer and the trio was inside amongst the booming sound system and gleaming lights.
The club was decorated in black, red, and purple with hints of glow in the dark, three floors of dancing, two bars and one chill out area that was open to the air letting much need coolness into the mob of hot bodies grinding to the music.
Quatre made his way to find a place at the bar. Fishnet making his normally pale skin glow other worldly, glitter gel making blond spikes, not a good style for him but in keeping with the style of clothes, ripped black denim held together with chains and safety pins. He looked nothing like the elegant businessman he really was by daylight.
Trowa had dark forest green suede pants that in the dark would look more like a light shade of black/brown, with an odd herring bone pattern of stripes. Across his lean chest he had a blood red waist coat left open showing naked flesh and a pleated green collar to match the pants.
Drinks appeared in the hands of Quatre, Duo took one not wanting to think what they were. One sip relaxed him, he need not have worried, ice tea in beer bottles. Ingenious idea, someone was in Q's pocket. Tonight held a duel purpose. All three were hunting, it had been a month since they had last done this together.
"Let's take the lower floor first and work from there," Trowa suggested.
The music thumped against his chest beating a rhythm that Duo let flow throughout his body, hips and feet. Swaying to either side of him his fellow ex-pilots were dancing. Eyes scanning the crush of moving sweating flesh. Nothing. More cold drinks and dancing, all three had scanned the night club.
"So find something to your taste?" Quatre asked the violet eyed man as he finished another 'special' beer.
"I'll take the Goth floor, most are on the sugar rush by now."
"New romantic for me."
"That leaves me to the industrial," laughed the Arabian, finding it an amusing play on words.
"Then we do the Goths last, I'm not going to feed with you drunk on a sugar high to distract me."
"Tro baby are you saying you don't like me giggling like a girl." Braid swinging as Duo shifted to a broad grin catching the lights.
"Duo I think it's more the manic running about like a loon than the giggling that gets to him. You almost vibrate on the spot."
"Fine, fine you're running the show this month Q man."
Plot bunny: I am going to have fun with this one, oh yes lots of fun.
*Fluffy hits her head on the desk with a painful sound.*
Fluffy: Please save me.
*plot bunny laughs and holds out chocolate.*