Phantom
By Wolf Girl

Disclaimer: I do not have any sort of ownership over the characters or the premise of Gundam Wing. I do not make any sort of profit off of this story.
Warnings: AU, Sci-fi, Yaoi, minor Relena bastardization, slightly OOC Heero (as per series, but since this is AU I can do what I want with him.) 40's slang usage
AN Warning: Unfortunately, my grammar and punctuation usage is a weird mix of American and British styles... Enough said.
Pairings: 5+1, 1x2x1, 3x4, others...
Italics thought (unless obviously otherwise).

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Two

"I'll only be gone for a few hours," he said, his hand flying from the desk to his pocket.

"I don't think this is a good idea. You're not feeling well—" the other man said, concern showing on his face as he caught the motion. He moved for the door, but with his slow hobbling motion, he was too late. He was already gone.

He stepped out of the dark alleyway, brushing off the back of his pants. The glowing light across the street beckoned. He glanced both ways and crossed the street, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Cookie," he said, when he reached the door. The peephole opened and the whole door swung open to let him inside. He walked down the hallway and headed straight for the bar area. The whole place was lit with dim yellow lighting.

He sat down at the bar. "Only gin still, right Jackson(1)?" the man asked the bartender, who nodded solemnly. "Right. I remember."

Wufei slammed his drink down on the table.

"Gimme another one,"Wufei demanded, "And keep 'em coming."

"You get dumped by your Scobo Queen(2)?" the bartender inquired, "I ain't seen her in here for a time."

"Something like that. Just gimme the drink, Earl."

Earl shrugged and handedWufei two more shots. Wufeilooked around the room shadowed
in the dim lighting of the club. It was nearing sunrise and the place was clearing out. He glanced behind himself over near the dance floor. Only a few couples were left.

He lounged against the bar with the cup held loosely in his hand. He glanced around. A few couples were dancing to slow jazz music, bathed in a golden light. A man walked toward him, lithe, but strong.Wufei was appreciative of the chest he could see through the half-buttoned white shirt. Wufei's eyes trailed down, taking in the form-fitting slacks and the suspenders dangling listlestly from their clips. The stranger took off his tie as he looked over at Wufei. Wufei's eyes raked his figure, and he nodded to him in acknowledgement. He smiled and sat down at the bar stool next to him.

"I'll have a gin and tonic, please." His voice was a smooth bass. "I haven't seen you here before," he commented, sipping on his drink.

"I come now and again." Wufei said slowly. The man shrugged noncommitally and turned toward him.The light bounced off of the man's long hair, which Wufei's eyes followed down the plait it was in, all the way down past the seat of the barstool. The man, ordered another shot and drank it quick, barely glancing at what it was before he lurched to his feet and sauntered onto the dance floor.

The music was loud. He didn't care that there was no one to dance with, he just needed to dance. Wufei watched as the man began moving his body in slow movements, gyrating his hips against an invisible partner. He glanced around the room again, and Wufei found himself staring at the man who had been sitting next to him. The man closed his eyes and rocked himself more quickly against the air. He was past caring about anything at all.

Wufei's cold hand grabbed his hips from behind and he felt himself pressed against another body. They swayed to the music, his body being pulled against a hard chest and someone's crotch. Another hand fell on his hips while the first roamed up his chest, brushing past a nipple, before being slung around his shoulder and neck.

He could feel a hot breath on his neck, and he moaned slightly, Wufei's skin cold against his fevered flesh. He felt lips against his skin. He whipped his head around to meet molton brown eyes. He continued dancing, aware of the hungry gaze that was being put on him.

"You seem confident, what's your name, stranger?" the man's voice purred smoothly, flowing in ripples across his skin. "Mine's Duo." The hand caressed his chest again, brushing a nipple then his arm hung down lazily over his shoulder and against his

body, keeping them pulled close together. "Out a bit late?"

"Wufei." Wufei said, his voice sultry. "I'm not worried. I can take care of myself." He rolled his hips upward, grinding against his fellow dancer. The man closed his eyes for a moment, before letting them flutter open.

"Maybe you should be." The man, Duo's voice said. A hand turned Wufei's face back, plush lips lingering dangerously close to his.

"Or maybe it's you who should be worried." Wufei turned to face him, breathing softly. The man, Duo, groaned and let his eyes slide shut as he felt the breath ghosting softly across his lips, then his ear, and then his neck. A soft kiss was placed on the skin of his neck, right above his pulse. He breathed in sharply.

Wufei opened his eyes and blinked. Duo stretched out his hand. Wufei walked over to the counter, slammed some money down to pay for their drinks and hurried out the door with Duo.

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Wufei turned the key and stumbled into the house, laughing and being supported by the long-haired man. Three men sitting on barstools at a kitchen counter whipped around in their seats.Duo blinked, strangely concerted about the several pairs of eyes fixed on him as he stumbled through the doorway to Wufei's home. One of them got up as Wufei shut the door behind him. Duo stopped laughing immediately.

"Wufei..." began a blonde boy severely.

"S'injustice," he slurred, " I'm all alone and this nearly gave me a nosebleed the whole way over here." Wufei groped at Duo's ass. Duo made a slight moaning sound and leaned into Wufei.

A tallish boy with bangs covering one eye came over and led Wufei to a barstool in the neat kitchen. Wufei climbed onto it clumsily, giggling when he almost fell off.

"You must excuse him. His boyfriend is... away," the blonde apologised, taking a look at the Chinese boy, who had passed out on the kitchen counter.

"Th-these are my roommates," Wufei said comfortingly, reaching out to pat Duo's shoulder and missing. One of the men got off of a barstool and approached them.

"He's mine, you can't have him," Wufei slurred and slid down in Duo's arms.

Duo's eyes wandered. There was the small blonde man, a tall brunette who made a small noise in the back of his throat when Wufei slumped down, and a compact brunette with wild hair. The blonde one tsked and said in an overly loud voice, "I think we should get you to bed. Would you like to stay here for the night? We have an extra bed you can sleep in until you are in a slightly less inebriated state."

Duo winced and Wufei struggled up to his feet. " 'S mine," he slurred again half-heartedly.

"Heero, why don't you take this nice young man to the extra bed in your room." The blonde smiled through his teeth. "We'll see you in the morning."

The wild-haired man got to his feet and leveled an even glare at Duo."My name is Heero. This way." He strode off down the hall, disregarding Duo's inebriated state. Once they had gone into a room and shut the door, the blonde one dragged Wufei to his feet.

"What were you thinking!" The blonde one said loudly. "You weren't supposed to pick up the target! We needed to ease him in gently, not get him drunk!"

"You didn't even want me to go! I'm alone now, and I don't want to be alone." Wufei started sobbing. "I'm alone now."

The tall brunette leaned over and patted his back. "Quatre, we'll just have to talk to him sooner than we expected. And Wufei needs some time to adjust."

"We all do, Trowa, but what will Relena say?" The blonde man, Quatre exclaimed and tugged at his hair. "I don't know how this will work now, it's blown all our plans."

"It will be fine, don't worry about it." Trowa smiled at Quatre just a little. Quatre sighed heavily and the pulled Wufei to his feet, just as he hurled on the carpet.

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Heero opened the door to the room as Duo stumbled in. "You don't talk much—do you?" Duo slurred, throwing himself on a bed.

"That's my bed," Heero ground out. Duo turned his head to look at him.

"I'm quite willing to share it with you, handsome," Duo shot back. He grinned wolfishly. "After all, you did deprive me of my fun for the evening. Stupid blonde…"

Heero supposed he was referring to Quatre, not— His heart gave an uncomfortable pang and he looked away.

"So comfor-talb-- comfortalb—comfortable." Duo giggled and opened his eyes. Heero frowned and got up to leave.

"Good night." Heero said, and shut the door.

Duo shot up instantly and looked around the room. He went to the closet and poked around. There was a catch, which he hit and popped open. There was a couple hand guns in a case. Duo heard a noise and shut the compartment and the closet again. He made a scene of pretending to struggle out of bed and falling against the lone dresser in the room.

Sure enough, the blonde man entered at the commotion.

"Are you all right? I heard the noise in the hall." The blonde man asked him concernedly.

"S'fine," Duo slurred. The blonde man heaved him upwards and put him on the other bed in the room. He started to take off his shirt, but stopped when Duo purred at him, "You too?"

The blonde jumped and coloured slightly. Then he finished undressing Duo in a business-like manner and pulled the covers over him. "We'll talk in the morning," he said, then left.

Duo closed his eyes but didn't sleep. He waited a long time. Finally, Heero entered the room again. Duo watched with slitted eyes as Heero glanced at him then turned to the dresser. He got out a pair of underwear, then stripped and changed it. Duo watched interestedly as Heero's muscles flexed and rippled in motion.

"I can feel you looking at me," Heero said to him, but he did not answer. This man was dangerous. It had been obvious once he found the guns, but watching the power contained in Heero's body made in more so. The others were dangerous too, but not quite in the same way.

Heero turned around sharply and headed for the bed. He stopped near Duo's bed and looked at him for a moment before turning away. Heero thought him to be asleep after all. Duo had the strange feeling of relief which washed over him each time some danger had passed. Duo closed his eyes and finally sought sleep. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought he was.

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Endnotes: So didja like that? I know I sure did… Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter! I really appreciate it!

Anyway, here's a couple of 40s slang words I used and what they mean.

(1)Jackson-- Slang for a man, sort of like, "Dude" or "John Doe".

(2) Scobo-queen -- Girlfriend, lady friend

As always, R&R, and email me if you have questions,