"Hey, guys!...Yeah, we just got out of detention...What happened? Nuthin' much...Alright, Hee-chan asked me to be his...Wu! I'm not overly aggressive! He asked me...I heard that! I'm not deaf you know!...I might as well be?! Well, damn, Wu-baby...I understand. Apology accepted....No, I'm not mad any more...Why'd I call? Well, we wanted to know if you guys still wanted to go out tonight...Yeah, Tro and Quat too...Their there? Hiya!...No, I haven't had any sugar, what makes you think that?...What's that on my neck? Er... Yes, Wu-hon, it's exactly what you think...Hey Quat. Yeah, let's just say Heero's got quite the set of teeth on him...Of course I marked him too! I know what's mine!...What?! I'll have you know I'm a virgin in body if not in mind!...Quit snickering. How did Trowa find out about that?...It was only that one time...No, Wu- bunny, I will never rent porn again...Why? Cuz I have my own personal wind up Sex God, complete with moans and...Don't worry, Quatre, you'll find your toy soon...So, you wanna go out?...'Kay, we'll meet you at the front in twenty minutes...No, we're just dressing...Whatever, Wu-chan...'Kay! Ja!" Duo hung up the vid phone on his brother and his two new friends and turned to Heero. "They'll meet us in twenty, so let's get ready! I'll go first!"
Duo disappeared into the closet and shut the doors. The sound of rummaging could be heard, and about four minutes later Duo reemerged. Heero's jaw dropped. Duo was wearing a black see-through net shirt with the words 'Shinigami's Slave' sewed on the front. The shirt cut off just above his bellybutton, but the netted sleeves flowed all the way down to his finger tips. Over the net shirt he wore a deep violet mini vest embroidered with black thread, and a black choker with a small amythest attached to it. He wore spiked wristlets on each arm, and low slung black leather pants accentuated by a spiked leather belt. Black ankle boots finished off the ensemble and made Duo look incredible. On the American's face was, surprisingly, make up. Black kohl outlined his eyes and weaved away to his temples in an intricate pattern. His cheeks were enhanced by black and violet glitter, and his lips were outlined in black, then coated by a glossy purple substance. His eyelids were shadowed with deep violet.
"Whaddya think, Hee-chan? Good?" Duo asked, spinning once.
"Good," Heero croaked, then cleared. "You look hot, er...I mean beautiful."
Duo blushed. "One's as good as the other, I guess," he said. Then he grinned evilly at Heero. "Your turn! You do have clubbin' clothes, don't you?" All Heero could do was nod, his normally cold face tinging pink. He hurried into the closet and shut the door. (A/N: I dunno if I ever mentioned this, but they've got a walk in closet. Koobtean's is an expensive academy.)
A few minutes passed, then the closet door opened and Duo choked on a gasp of astonishment heavily laced with a purr of pleasure. Heero was like a walking wet dream and Duo told him so. Heero blushed brightly at the American's comment. He wore a cobalt blue wife beater the exact shade of Duo's eyes, revealing quite a lot of his midriff. Over that was a black leather jacket with 'Fallen Angel' scrawled across the back accompanied by two white, black tinged wings. His slim legs were encased in tight blue jeans that hugged his hips, a sprinkle of silver glitter showing them to advantage. White pumps somehow made Heero look innocent and sexy as hell. The only thing that remained the same was Heero's still flushed face and deliciously tousled bed-hair.
"Where did you get those clothes?" Duo asked curiously, tilting his head cutely to the side.
"Trowa made me buy them before we came. Something about normal teens interacting socially by going to clubs where the required dresscode was decidedly slutty," Heero answered. Duo's eyes widened with hurt, and Heero hurried to amend his mistake. "But you don't look slutty, Duo. You look wonderful," he soothed. "So wonderful I could eat you."
"Doesn't that sorta say I look slutty, if my clothes make you lust after me?" Duo snapped, not really angry but irritated.
"No, because I know you want to eat me too, so it's a mutual eating sort of thing," Heero stated matter-of-factly, before moving with the grace of a panther toward Duo. He stopped before the braided boy and leaned down, capturing his pliant lips with his own. "Gomen ne, Duo-koi. I didn't mean to make you feel bad," he whispered. Duo shuddered with pleasure as that soft, husky voice whispered to him. He wrapped both arms around the Asian teen's neck.
"Apology accepted," Duo whispered, before capturing Heero's lips in another passionate kiss. Heero was about to lay the American on the bed and ravish him, when the vid phone signalled an incoming call.
"I'll get it," Heero growled. He released Duo and stalked over to the phone. Pressing the receiver button, he snapped," What?"
"Whoa, boy," Trowa joked, his grinning face appearing on the vid screen. "What's your problem?" He looked Heero over, registering the flushed face and slightly swollen lips, then shook his head. "Never mind. Hey, you look pretty good in those clothes we got."
"Arigatou. I can't really see you so I can't really return the compliment," Heero said, somewhat calmed.
"Don't worry. You'll see me when you get down to the gate. Hurry it up, ne? We don't want to wait for you and Duo to finish up. You can do that as well at the club as you can here, you know?" Trowa said. "We'll see you in ten. Oh, and wait 'til you see Wufei! Wow!"
"Can't wait," Heero said. Then he looked behind him where Duo was brushing his braid to a shine, then tying it in a high ponytail with black and dark purple ribbon. "Well, actually, I can. Be down soon. Ja." Heero cut the call and moved over to his previously braided boyfriend. "We have to be down in ten."
"No prob," Duo said, grinning. "Just one more thing." He jumped off the bed and entered the closet. Then sound of rummaging could be heard, then Duo returned with a few cosmetics clutched in his slender hands. He threw them all on the bed then made Heero sit down. "Don't move until I say, ne?" Heero nodded minutely.
Duo grabbed a container of black kohl and opened it. Taking a kohl pencil, he dipped it before beginning to draw complicated designs from Heero's eyes to his temples and back. The kohl made Heero's eyes look dark and mysterious. He also outlined Heero's lips with the kohl. Throwing it on the bed, Duo snatched up blue eyeshadow and began applying it. That done, he grabbed blue lip gloss identical to his own and applied it to Heero's full lips. "Non-smudge, just for you, Hee-baby," Duo joked. He picked up a blue tube and squeezed some of the contents into his hand, then ran his hands through Heero's hair, giving the Japanese teen blue streaks. Wiping his hands on a towel, Duo continued. He added one last thing, silver and blue glitter on Heero's tanned cheeks. Finally, he was done. "Oooh, Hee-chan. Before you looked yummy. Now you look delicious," Duo commented, eyeing the Japanese teen with obvious lust. He licked his lips slowly. "Yum." Heero blushed. "Time to go, Hee-baby," Duo said. He snatched Heero's hand and the room keys and pulled Heero out the door. Locking it, they headed downstairs then out of the dorms.
"Do I look ok?" Heero asked self-consciously, nervously watching the students who stopped and gaped at the two boys.
"I already said you looked delicious, Hee-baby," Duo said, continuing to drag him toward the entrance. "You want proof? Lemme see..." Duo scanned the crowd until he saw someone he knew, one Hilde Schbeiker. "Hey Hilde! Come're, hon!" he called. While Hilde pushed through the general after school crowd, Duo leaned toward Heero. "I have it on good authority that she's a lesbian. No better opinion than from someone who doesn't even like guys."
"What good authority?" Heero asked curiously.
Duo grinned just as Hilde reached them. "I caught her necking with some girl named Catherine Bloom. You can''t get that hot an heavy with someone if you didn't like 'em a bit."
"Still tellin' that story, Duo?" the blue-eyed, blue-haired girl asked, grinning.
"Of course, Hilde-honey. Can't resist the chance to tell everyone they haven't a cloud of a chance with you," Duo said.
"He interested?" Hilde asked, waving a hand vaguely in Heero's direction. "'Cuz he is H.O.T. S'matter of fact, so are you. Goin' somewhere?"
"Clubbin'," Duo said, then he wrapped an arm around Heero's waist and slipped a hand into his pocket, squeezing slightly. Heero gasped, and the disappointed groans from the crowd reached their ears easily. Sorry boys and girls, Duo thought, but this one is mine. Duo's grin widened. "And Hee- baby here is mine."
"You got a name?" Hilde asked, eyeing Heero from head to toe and making him feel exposed. "I'm pretty sure it ain't Hee-baby, though I can call you that if you want."
"Iie. It's Heero Yuy," Heero said quickly, shaking Hilde's outstretched hand.
"Hm. Well, I'm Hilde Schbeiker, Heero," she said. She looked him up and down again. "Japanese?"
"Half," Heero automatically said. Hilde grinned.
"Well....," she said suggestively. "Duo's got a thing for hot little Asians, ne?"
"Wu is my brother, Hilde. How many times I gotta tell ya?" Duo said.
"When he ain't lookin' at ya like your a piece of manmeat then I'll believe he's your brother," Hilde said. "Tell China Boy I said hi. I can tell you got places to go. Ja, Duo." With a grin and a wave, Hilde was gone. Heero stared at the spot she had stood at.
"That was...strange," he finally commented dazedly. He shook his head to clear it and turned to the still grinning Duo. "Now get your hand off my ass!"
"His grin widening, Duo obeyed. He slipped his hand through Heero's and continued to drag him along. "Atleast you know now that you look good. Did you hear the groans that were coming out of people's mouths? You got the whole school hot for your body, Hee-baby," Duo said as they continued to walk toward the entrance. Heero blushed just as they came into view of the others. Both teens took a few steps more before they stopped and stared.
First to come into their sight was Wufei. Duo didn't seem affected much by his brother's appearance, so it was obvious they'd gone clubbing before. The Chinese teen wore loose black pants and what looked like soft black shoes. He wore no shirt, but a black vest with two red dragons embroidered on both sides. On his chest was a small, drawn on dragon tattoo. His face was almost an exact replica of Duo's, except that the kohl around his eyes was red and the lips gloss was black. The glitter on his cheeks was sparcer and also red and black. Around each of Wufei's wrist were black armbands that ran from his wrist to his elbow. No embroidery or decoration on them was evident. Also, something unnoticable until you looked closely, on Wufei's chest, under the red dragon in small black letters, were the words. 'Solitary Dragon. Risk My Burn.' It was the kind of phrase that made girls squeal. Oblivious authentic Duo.
Behind the sexy vision that was Wufei, was Quatre. The petite blonde was changed from an innocent angel to an experienced seducer, another sure sign that the Winner heir had also been to a club. Quatre wore a see-through, sheer gold shirt that was open all the way to the waist, then tucked into the tight white leather pants he wore. On each sleeve of the shirt were the words, 'Desert Prince' in shimmering gold letters. Around exposed ankles were two gold anklets, then his small feet were encased in white slippers much like Wufei's. On each wrist was jewelery usually seen in Harem's, and they were dotted with sapphire's. On the blonde's face, instead of kohl and glitter, little fake sapphire jewels were added strategicly around the eyes and nose, giving Quatre's aquamarine orbs a deep look. The blond wore clear lip gloss that shimmered gold when he turned toward the light.
Last, and possibly the hottest, was Trowa Barton. Heero's cousin wore tighter than tight blue jeans, and a sleeveless green net shirt that might just have been tighter. On each wrist was a band of gold, no significant embroidery apparent, and he wore black ankle boots much like Duo's. His hair was the same, artfully obscuring one eye, but anyone could tell that he'd washed any gel evident out of it, making it hang seductively in his face and soft to the touch. Swirls of green kohl shot away from his eyes to his temples, but his lips remained clean. Small emeralds could just be made out around one eye. A bit of midriff was exposed by Trowa's shirt, so in the space provided someone, likely Wufei, had written 'The Silencer' around his bellybutton. All in all, the five boys were probably the hottest people on Earth at the moment.
"Damn," Duo murmured, unable to form more that one syllable at the moment.
"Damn is right," Heero said. "I never knew Trowa could look like that."
Wufei, Quatre and Trowa approached them, Wufei smiling slightly. "I did Trowa's make up and lent Quatre my gold shirt. Barton squealed like an onna the entire time, but I think he looks good," the oriental teen commented.
"Another job well done, Wu-bear. Trowa looks great," Duo said. Heero nodded.
"Heero doesn't look too bad either. Are those clothes yours?" Wufei asked. "I don't remember you buying them."
"Nope. Hee-baby and Tro-Tro went shopping before they came here. Did a damn good job, I'd say," Duo responded. "Did you help Quatre too? That jewel thing is wild."
"No. The jewel thing is my idea. I also allowed Trowa to use some of my body decorations," the petit blond piped up.
"Well, great job. I've never seen Trowa look so good, but then again I've never seen Trowa out of a turtle neck and jeans," Heero said.
"I'm still here, Heero," Trowa finally said, moving closer. He eyed his cousin. "Not bad, nice streaks."
"Thanks," Heero said. "Time to go?"
"Yes. I hope you guys don't mind, but I told Rashid to bring the limo around and have Khalid and Salim ride with us wearing their uniforms," Quatre said. "I wanted to see how the people at the club would react if we pretended to be famous."
"But you are famous, Q-man!" Duo exclaimed. They all laughed, but were interrupted by Rashid walking up to Quatre and bowing.
"Excuse me, Master Quatre, but I believe it is time to go. It will soon be 5:30 pm," the dark-skinned Arabian said. Quatre nodded.
"Thank you, Rashid. Tell Khalid and Salim to be ready,"the blond commanded.
"Of course, Master," Rashid said, bowing again. "We will be ready shortly." A moment later he was gone.
"And that just proves you can find good help these days," Wufei said. "That man was extremely well trained."
"My father's doing. You see, though he is know as a business man in the colonies, he is a Sultan here on Earth. The Maguanac Corps is a group of fourty or so men specially trained to protect me for the duration of my life," Quatre explained.
"You mean they have to protect you from birth 'til death? What do they do when you die?" Wufei asked.
"I'm not entirely sure, but I believe they are to protect any offspring I might have," Quatre answered. "Now let's go. We're teenagers. We're supposed to have fun." That said, the small Arabian dashed off to the limo and slipped in, the five boys following.
The limo stopped in front of a warehouse painted black with fake stars glued on all around. The words 'The Starry Sky Club' were painted on in large, garish yellow letters. A wild beat was throbbing in the air, sifting through the small door that remained open for guests. A huge line and an even huger crowd choked the entrance and the road before. All in all, it wasn't the best quality club.
"Are you sure you wish to go here, Master?" Rashid asked anxiously, eyeing the teens who approached the limo and tried valiantly to get a look inside.
"Yes, Rashid. Besides, I have you, Salim and Khalid, right? No worries," Quatre said, smiling innocently. Duo laughed silently. That small blond really knew how to work them. "Oh, and Rashid?"
"Yes, Master Quatre?" the Maguanac asked.
"You won't tell my sisters, will you?" Quatre asked, shooting the dark skinned man a cute, pleading look.
"Of course not, Master. We answer only to you," Rashid said solemnly, appearing unaffected by Quatre's face. "I will remain with the car. Salim and Khalid will accompany you into the club. Be out by 10pm, Master, or I shall be forced to get you. Have a good time." And Rashid literally pushed the five boys out of the limo and into the waiting arms of the crowd. When the teenagers saw what the five boys looked like, they went wild, and the five boys weren't sure if they were safe.
Suddenly, all five had a feeling they knew what to do, and acted. Duo backed up a bit then pointed at a far off point from the boys and the doors. "Look! Salena Marico!" he cried, yelling out the name of the Earthsphere's most famous singer at the present. Then entire crowd turned, and the five boys darted off. They dodged through the crowd with what little time they had, then stumbled through the club doors. They weren't charged by the bouncer because they looked famous, and Wufei decided to use that to their advantage.
"Do not let anyone in who looks like a crazed fan," he instructed the bouncer. The buff man nodded and waved the boys in. Slipping in after the boys, Khalid and Salim brushed off their suits, then led the way to a private balcony they spotted on the second floor. When they reached it, they made the boys sit down and catch their breath.
After a moment they were breathing easier and a bit thirsty. Duo was the first to speak. "I'll get the drinks, guys," he said, grinning. "Let's party!"
No one noticed the astonished Alliance doctor (who was currently working her day job as a bartender) stare at them in shock and a bit of horror.
It was gonna be a wild night.
To Be Continued...