So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine He said
We haven't had that spirit here
since 1969
And still those voices are calling from
far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Sitting at the bar Heero and Duo were approached by many people, both men and
women. None of them were the ones that they were looking for. Sighing Duo called the
bartender over to refill his drink again.
"How much will this come out to?"
Duo asked as he fished around in his impossibly tight pockets for the wad of cash he has
tucked in one of them. Heero gave him a mixed look of annoyance and almost laughter. His eyes
gave off the expression of wanting to say something, but not needing to. The phrase: "I told you
so", rang out clearly to Duo as he was having trouble with the pants Heero said were too tight.
Duo just shot him a glare that yelled back: "Like your bike shorts are any better!!"
"No worries baby! The boss told me to take care of you two.... You in particular."
With a wink the bartender walked down to the end of the bar to tend on another underage
punk with red spiky hair and a mouth full of braces. He was a sight. Must have had to pay double
the usual fee to get in. As Duo continued to stare, the red head turned around to where another
boy had pressed himself to his back. The guy flashed his metal mouth in a sort of smile at the
young bishounen before back handing the smaller kid and sending him flying to the floor. An
unnatural 'thud' sounded as the boy was struck.
The crowd parted greatly as the brace faced man walked cockily back to his seat in the
higher upper-class section of the club. Duo cocked an eye brow at Heero after watching the
exchange. Clearly Heero had seen it too and was quite interested. This guy seemed to have some
power around here, and probably the people he sat with did too.
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place, Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, Bring your alibis
Grabbing Heero's hand Duo rushed up to the table the man was seated at with four other
large, imposing looking men. Heero tried to resist Duo's hand on his own, but was caught off
guard without much time to react. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the group with
eyes on him. Heero had never felt dirty before, but he was sure what he was feeling at that
moment was exactly it. Dirtiness.
Every man at the table screamed wealth. Each one had an odd combination of gold
chains and shinning stones around their necks. Two or three people hanging on their every whim,
most-likely whores. The men seemed to all be very interested in Duo, sizing him up and down.
Heero shot what ever look he got down, not liking this at all. He was a soldier, not a common
slut. He didn't know exactly how to handle this whole thing.
Duo on the other hand seemed to be enjoying himself. He had invited himself to lean
over their table in a seemingly erotic, yet casual way. His tender rump sprouting out for all to
admire, tightly hugged by shinny vinyl. Heero had to suppress a hard on, which would be quite
impossible to hide in the small shorts he was wearing. He decided to just think about all the
doctors in S&M gear having a giant orgy. Yup.... that stopped that.
Mirrors on the ceiling
Depict Champaign on ice And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Heero hadn't been patting attention to anything that had been exchanged between Duo
and the five men, but now he wished he had. Two of them were getting up and leading Duo off
somewhere. Heero panicked and rushed to get Duo. The men were calling him Stanley, or
something to that effect. Heero pushed the men away from Duo and stared them down. Duo
pinched his arm and gave him a disapproving look, it mostly said: "What the hell are you doing!!
I'm working here!"
That was the one thing that Duo and Heero could do well. They could communicate with
their eyes. And right now Heero could tell that he really should have heard what was going on.
He inwardly sighed, knowing he was going to have to explain this behavior latter. He didn't like
to explain himself to any one, but Duo always got what he wanted out of him.
"Gray, don't worry. I said I'd be right back. You just wait here for me, okay?"
Heero slumped in defeat. It wasn't real though, just an act for their entertainers.
Watching Duo go was one of the hardest things that Heero had ever done before. For some
reason he knew that there was something wrong. He had a bad feeling, something that he had
picked up from Relena. She always seemed to know when something was wrong or where to
find a person.
Heero shuddered. This was not the time or place to be thinking about that girl. With his
luck she would show up, like she always did at the worst times, and claim her undying love to
him. He didn't need that. Walking back over to the table where the two others had just gotten up,
Heero seated himself right next to a small blonde girl, who looked strangely similar to Dorothy,
but with larger breasts and nice eye brows. She moved closer to him, pressing her bosom to his
arm and breathing her moist breath in his ear. He was sure that if he wasn't gay it would have
been quite a turn on. But....
"Get the hell off me."
It was stated plainly enough, but with power behind it. She backed up slowly, seeming to
know when she best not push it.
"Well, someone's shorts are too tight."
Heero gave her a warning glance and mentally sighed *You have no idea.* He absently
wondered what a pretty girl like her would be doing here. Why would she choose a lifestyle so
cheap? It seemed utterly unreal to Heero. Then he stopped to think about his own life. How he
couldn't remember his past or any happy memories. All he could remember was the training, and
the pain of knowing he had done something so wrong. The pain of being so alone. A loud song
came on and interrupted him from his thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking them any ways. He
hated to think to deeply about himself. Best to keep focused at all times on the outside world.
Never stay to long inside your head. It's not pretty.
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman, We are
programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
*Duo*
Things were dizzy. He couldn't tell where the hell he was at. The last thing he
remembered he was going through a far door with the two men, Jon and Jim, when he was hit
from behind. There were more voices now, hooting excitedly, touching his arms and legs.
Pawing at his shirt. Colors began to blur into each other and the room spun like he was on a
merry-go-round. He began to regain his senses quickly, but not before a sharp prick was pushed
at his neck and a stinging pain short through him. He was being drugged. Thrashing for all he
could, Duo rolled and moaned. Slowly his vision went blank, but not before he heard a person
say, "You ain't never gonna get outta here, boy!"
TBC
.
.
.
.
And the plot thickens! BUM BUM BUM!!!
Please bring me my wine He said
We haven't had that spirit here
since 1969
And still those voices are calling from
far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Sitting at the bar Heero and Duo were approached by many people, both men and
women. None of them were the ones that they were looking for. Sighing Duo called the
bartender over to refill his drink again.
"How much will this come out to?"
Duo asked as he fished around in his impossibly tight pockets for the wad of cash he has
tucked in one of them. Heero gave him a mixed look of annoyance and almost laughter. His eyes
gave off the expression of wanting to say something, but not needing to. The phrase: "I told you
so", rang out clearly to Duo as he was having trouble with the pants Heero said were too tight.
Duo just shot him a glare that yelled back: "Like your bike shorts are any better!!"
"No worries baby! The boss told me to take care of you two.... You in particular."
With a wink the bartender walked down to the end of the bar to tend on another underage
punk with red spiky hair and a mouth full of braces. He was a sight. Must have had to pay double
the usual fee to get in. As Duo continued to stare, the red head turned around to where another
boy had pressed himself to his back. The guy flashed his metal mouth in a sort of smile at the
young bishounen before back handing the smaller kid and sending him flying to the floor. An
unnatural 'thud' sounded as the boy was struck.
The crowd parted greatly as the brace faced man walked cockily back to his seat in the
higher upper-class section of the club. Duo cocked an eye brow at Heero after watching the
exchange. Clearly Heero had seen it too and was quite interested. This guy seemed to have some
power around here, and probably the people he sat with did too.
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place, Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, Bring your alibis
Grabbing Heero's hand Duo rushed up to the table the man was seated at with four other
large, imposing looking men. Heero tried to resist Duo's hand on his own, but was caught off
guard without much time to react. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the group with
eyes on him. Heero had never felt dirty before, but he was sure what he was feeling at that
moment was exactly it. Dirtiness.
Every man at the table screamed wealth. Each one had an odd combination of gold
chains and shinning stones around their necks. Two or three people hanging on their every whim,
most-likely whores. The men seemed to all be very interested in Duo, sizing him up and down.
Heero shot what ever look he got down, not liking this at all. He was a soldier, not a common
slut. He didn't know exactly how to handle this whole thing.
Duo on the other hand seemed to be enjoying himself. He had invited himself to lean
over their table in a seemingly erotic, yet casual way. His tender rump sprouting out for all to
admire, tightly hugged by shinny vinyl. Heero had to suppress a hard on, which would be quite
impossible to hide in the small shorts he was wearing. He decided to just think about all the
doctors in S&M gear having a giant orgy. Yup.... that stopped that.
Mirrors on the ceiling
Depict Champaign on ice And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Heero hadn't been patting attention to anything that had been exchanged between Duo
and the five men, but now he wished he had. Two of them were getting up and leading Duo off
somewhere. Heero panicked and rushed to get Duo. The men were calling him Stanley, or
something to that effect. Heero pushed the men away from Duo and stared them down. Duo
pinched his arm and gave him a disapproving look, it mostly said: "What the hell are you doing!!
I'm working here!"
That was the one thing that Duo and Heero could do well. They could communicate with
their eyes. And right now Heero could tell that he really should have heard what was going on.
He inwardly sighed, knowing he was going to have to explain this behavior latter. He didn't like
to explain himself to any one, but Duo always got what he wanted out of him.
"Gray, don't worry. I said I'd be right back. You just wait here for me, okay?"
Heero slumped in defeat. It wasn't real though, just an act for their entertainers.
Watching Duo go was one of the hardest things that Heero had ever done before. For some
reason he knew that there was something wrong. He had a bad feeling, something that he had
picked up from Relena. She always seemed to know when something was wrong or where to
find a person.
Heero shuddered. This was not the time or place to be thinking about that girl. With his
luck she would show up, like she always did at the worst times, and claim her undying love to
him. He didn't need that. Walking back over to the table where the two others had just gotten up,
Heero seated himself right next to a small blonde girl, who looked strangely similar to Dorothy,
but with larger breasts and nice eye brows. She moved closer to him, pressing her bosom to his
arm and breathing her moist breath in his ear. He was sure that if he wasn't gay it would have
been quite a turn on. But....
"Get the hell off me."
It was stated plainly enough, but with power behind it. She backed up slowly, seeming to
know when she best not push it.
"Well, someone's shorts are too tight."
Heero gave her a warning glance and mentally sighed *You have no idea.* He absently
wondered what a pretty girl like her would be doing here. Why would she choose a lifestyle so
cheap? It seemed utterly unreal to Heero. Then he stopped to think about his own life. How he
couldn't remember his past or any happy memories. All he could remember was the training, and
the pain of knowing he had done something so wrong. The pain of being so alone. A loud song
came on and interrupted him from his thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking them any ways. He
hated to think to deeply about himself. Best to keep focused at all times on the outside world.
Never stay to long inside your head. It's not pretty.
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman, We are
programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
*Duo*
Things were dizzy. He couldn't tell where the hell he was at. The last thing he
remembered he was going through a far door with the two men, Jon and Jim, when he was hit
from behind. There were more voices now, hooting excitedly, touching his arms and legs.
Pawing at his shirt. Colors began to blur into each other and the room spun like he was on a
merry-go-round. He began to regain his senses quickly, but not before a sharp prick was pushed
at his neck and a stinging pain short through him. He was being drugged. Thrashing for all he
could, Duo rolled and moaned. Slowly his vision went blank, but not before he heard a person
say, "You ain't never gonna get outta here, boy!"
TBC
.
.
.
.
And the plot thickens! BUM BUM BUM!!!