Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Warnings: Slash, lemons, blood-letting and vampirism.
Chapter Four:
Quatre, battling against someone's powerful aura, pulled his subconscious out of the darkness. He found himself in a closed off space, sprawled none to regally on a slippery satin bed. Shivering slightly, he pulled himself up, checking to see where his injuries were located, and, surprisingly, found none. Normally, when captured by a Crimson, they tended to be ruthless and beat their victims for fun to help pass their eternal time.
There were thin hangings flowing from the ceiling that fall about the bed. Swinging his legs over the side, the seasoned slayer contemplated weather or not he wanted to search for his captors, or hide somewhere and make them find him. Not too long after that, the hangings parted and the blond, losing his only chance at strategy, stared up at several vampire's unfaltering faces.
He groaned, why in the hell wasn't he like Iria? She could've killed these monsters with a thought. Some slayer you are, Winner.
He decided to play it safe and see where this led to, instead of fighting right away and losing any advantage he might gain later.
Quatre let them bind his hands and lead him from the room, knowing it was futile to resist when it was three against one. That he was in unknown territory downed his odds of survival by far. He was led into another well furnished room, with couches and a fireplace. A chair, not uncomfortable, was brought up and he was plunked into it.
He knew what was going to happen and wasn't afraid. This was the way how Duo had become the leader of the Reapers. The vampires would torture the human or captured slayer until death arrived, or until the unlucky person cracked and gave the information they were asking for. Then they would kill them anyway.
Duo had lived, spurred on by the memory of his friend Solo and intent on the opportunity to retaliate. All that without leaking any information. That was exactly what Quatre was going to do. His life was not worth half of his friends, so he would tell his tormentors nothing.
A figure stalked up silently behind his chair, and the slayer could feel his presence.
He could feel the vampire's strong aura.
Quatre let his own flare until the room filled with an electric feeling, making the vampires nervous. Chuckling, Trowa circled the chair.
"What is your name?" Trowa questioned, hands safely clasped behind his back. A harmless question, and Quatre taunted them with the answer.
"Quatre Raberba Winner, of the Winner Slayer Clan," he paused and smiled, "and once I'm dead I hope you can deal with Iria's way of grieving."
Apparently, his captor didn't find this funny. His hands fell to his side and clenched together, making it clear through gestures instead of words that he wanted the blond to shut up.
Noting this, Quatre complied.
"Where are your headquarters located," was the next voiced question. Glancing at the others standing in the room, and their dauntless expressions, Quatre took a deep breath and set his sights on the far wall. A hand left the vampire's side quickly and the slayer forced himself not to flinch at what undoubtably was going to be a very hard blow.
"Wufei, just let it go, he would have died had you not interfered." Exasperated, Treize pranced around the couch, waiting for the pale-haired young man to awaken, while trying to calm Wufei down in the process.
"As he should have," Wufei was ranting full force now, using Treize as his outlet.
Sighing, Treize knew he would be going on like this forever, at least until they had Quatre back and a knife in that vampire's chest. Said creature was sitting calmly in the corner, bound and slumped against a wall with a smirk lighting his face. "Why don't you just kill me now and save me the suffering of listening to the words that you push past your irritating lips?"
"You," Wufei growled and started towards him. It was this Crimson's fault Wufei felt this way. He had never, never, given his blood for anything. It was his and his alone. The thought that his blood ran through this creatures veins and supported its life, almost made him retch. Dishonourable, that's what it was, and unforgivable.
Treize was distracted by a movement, the figure on the couch had turned slightly, but it was a big enough gesture that at least he knew the he was alive. Treize fell to his knees beside his head, and pushed the hair back from his eyes. A hand reached out and wrapped around his own. The boy stared, confused, but jerked away once he remembered what had happened. Hands flew to his neck and a look of disbelief crossed his face.
Noticing that the boys eyes were set upon something behind him, Treize slowly turned to see the vampires body being pressed against the wall by Wufei's hand. Their bodies were flush, one resisting, one challenging. Words were being passed between the two, the Oriental boy getting more furious as the vampire pushed his patience as far as it would go. Which wasn't at all that far anyway, considering.
Sighing, he introduced himself to the guy laid out inside one of their many hide-outs. Most of the gang was downstairs, waiting for news on Quatre's where-abouts, and demanding that these facts come from the second in command, and no less.
The boy's eyes narrowed, "Zechs Marquis," he said in a voice low enough so that the vampire wouldn't hear.
"And how old are you, Zechs Marquise," Treize was surprised to find that his own voice had lowered, and was actually working, because the husky sound that emitted through each syllable of the other boys words were so intriguing that he had to keep him talking.
"Nineteen," was his answer. So not a boy, but a young man, not unlike himself who was twenty-one. Treize eyed Zechs' body, taking in the odd clothing, as if for the first time.
"You have an fascinating choice of garments."
Zechs responded to this with a growl. Self conscious about his business suit this ginger haired man made him blush scarlet, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was because Treize was so close, leaning over him, whispering like they were lovers.
A loud thump drew their attentions to the far corner, where Wufei had knocked the sandy blond off his feet. Musical laughter filled the room, as the vampire twisted his body in an unhuman spiral, and looked directly at the two whom he had just interrupted.
"By all means, do not let me hinder your conversation, but would you have any interest, Treize, that the man you are conversing with is thinking the same exact thoughts as yourself?
Wufei stood confused while Treize and Zechs flushed once more.
Heero took the young man's silence as a yes, and pushed him past the slim security at the metal doors. Meeting little resistance inside, they made their way through closely-knit bodies to the bar on the far wall. The night club was full and the dance floor moved like waves, the sea of people forgetting about their shitty city lives and letting go. They sat on their respective bar stools, listening to the beat and wondering how the night would turn out.
Duo took the band out of his hair and was running his fingers through it, trying unsuccessfully to tame the highlighted locks. The multi-coloured flashing lights made the colour change from a dull red to electric blue and back.
All the while the vampire's eyes were following his every move. Heero stilled the boys hands and continued the efforts with his own. His fingers shuffled through the soft hair, giving off a distinct strawberry smell. He knew that he would never forget that boys essence as long as he was still a Crimson.
He could see the him shiver slightly, and found that he himself was shaking. The two stayed like that, Duo watching the crowd and Heero watching Duo, for quite some time. Even after the third round of Jack's had long since left the burning feeling in their throats.
While Heero was ordering, Duo took the time to scan the crowded club, instantly recognizing three vampires flirting with their dates, or their prey. Knowing that no vampire could identify him, relaxed him a bit, because any nightwalker who had ever layed eyes,or teeth, on him, had never lived to tell about it. That's partially what made him such a good slayer. Quatre had been seen before, and Treize, but no one could openly say that they knew what the leader of the Reapers looked like.
But that fact also backfired a little, because there were no reported sightings of Heero Yuy, second in command of the Crimsons, nor of that of Trowa Barton, the Leader. Sighing, he knew that tonight he would have to watch out for the three humans partaking in the night-life of the vampires, because that was his job. If he failed to save a few unworthy humans from creatures like that he just may as well go back to L2 and starve like the little street brat he was.
A man came up and took the seat closest to Duo, offering to buy him a drink. Once assured that Duo wasn't interested in dancing, and the guy still wasn't getting the point through his thick skull, Duo growled, "Buddy, pack up and take the fuck off, can't you see I'm busy?" Feeling the boy beside him laugh, the fuming Duo turned and offered his own grin.
Heero pulled his stool closer to Duo's, as he turned back to see what trouble the humans had gotten into with the vampires. So far they were fine, but one girl was getting way too close to one particular creature, and was making him uneasy.
His mind was preoccupied and he hadn't noticed the long, slender arms wrap around his waist from beside him, pulling him closer. Tensing and moving his head to get a better look at his 'date', who was waiting for his reaction.
Relaxing into the embrace, Duo was practically sitting in his lap. The guy's face was buried in the hollow of his neck, but the seasoned slayer wasn't worried since the first thing a vampire did, out of reflex, was remove the hair from their victims neck. He undoubtably had a lot of hair, and the protective layer stayed between his skin and the boy's mouth.
"What is your name," the dark one asked above the roar of the speakers. Duo frowned. He leaned back while the arms around his mid-section tightened against him.
"No names, just..." he trailed off. Shinigami damn it and to Hell and back! He hated it when he wasn't able to talk. Chattering was his main defence where situations were normally serious.
"Company," Heero finished for him.
The voice beside him made him shiver all over again, and made his mind stray back to the guy he was flirting with earlier. This was a considerably better choice.
The bartender sauntered over, and drawled, "Rooms are upstairs, fifty bucks a night." Both boys just stared at him, and, uneasily, he walked away as quick as he came.
Duo placed his hands cautiously on his date's knees, while taking his time checking up on the vamps and the own subjects of their attentions. The vampire that he was worried about before had his mouth latched onto the human girls neck, all the while mind-blocking the pain. At least he had some sympathy for the less fortunate. Flexing, he hurried to stand and intervene, but a pain in his head forced him to rock back into the chest of the boy beside him, hand smacking the wood of the bar counter.
Almost paralyzed with pain, Duo coughed into his hand. He brought it away from his mouth and found that it was covered in blood. Internal bleeding, he realized as the crimson liquid flowed through his fingers and down his chin.
One of his boys was in trouble.
