Moulin Rouge: Gundam Wing Style
Disclaimer: Although I love the g-boys and the Moulin Rouge, no amount of love can ever make them mine. Nor do I own the songs used.
Warnings: Yaoi pairings, death, sex or "adult situations" and a scene of almost NCS (or rape) and perhaps a little OOC (but I'll try and stay away from that).
Pairings: The major one is 2x4 but there are others….which I won't ruin for you.
A/N: Sorry it took so long for the update. Midterms then projects…school always gets in the way of writing! Anyways, updates should be coming quicker now! Oh yes…major warning…..very limey here. So don't read, if you don't want to! You have been warned.
Chapter 4: Meet Me in the Red Room
Cheering erupted in the Moulin Rouge, beckoning for Duo to return. The dancers stared at the pallid, almost lifeless body. Zechs, who had carried him in, laid him on the wooden floor. He ran his hand over Duo's warm forehead and pressed a wet cloth to it. He motioned to Dorothy, another dancer, to fetch Noin. A few minutes later Noin rushed to Duo's side. Her face was hard but still full of concern.
"What happened?" She asked, looking into Zech's eyes.
"He just fainted. He couldn't breathe." Zech's said. Noin cursed under her breath.
"If only Relena would pay the expenses to keep these dancers' healthy!" She said indignantly. "It seems there's a fever. Probably exhausted, poor thing. Just give him some advil. I can't have him miss his 'appointment' tonight. Tomorrow, I'll call Sally Po." Noin got up and left quickly, not trying to stare into his worried eyes.
After a few minutes, Duo began to stir. Zechs was ready by his side with a glass of water and a few pills. "Take these, quickly."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Duo murmured and reached for the medicine. "You know…these…silly costumes." He laughed dryly. Zechs forced a smile. Duo glanced down at his costume. "Ugh. I can't wear the same outfit twice with him. Go, find me something else. Something light."
"What about nude?" Zechs grinned wickedly.
"Don't you think that's too forward?"
"Maybe. Maybe he likes forward."
"Well have Catherine cover the bed with roses and bring me….a black robe." Duo waved his hands and started out for Deathscythe.
I looked up at the large, metal building that had odds and ends and the exterior resembled a mobile suit. On the inside it was dark, with low green light in the hallways and scythes and pictures of death on the walls. I wondered how anyone could stand living in such a morbid place.
I climbed the flights of stairs till I reached the only room on the third story. I knocked on the door, quietly, at first. There was no answer. I tried again but louder.
"In a second!" I heard a cry and a crash. The door swung open, frantically, "Hello!" I saw Duo blush. "Sorry, man. I didn't know you were coming so quickly." In a split second I saw the stage mask that he constantly wore shatter. Beneath it was a boy, like me, awkward but full of life.
"Would you like me to come back?"
"No!" He said breathlessly, placing the mask on. "I mean, stay here, with me. We could have…fun…together." He came dangerously close to me, hot breath on my neck. I shivered slightly. I walked into the room. It was covered in rose petals and the color scheme was that of many shades of red.
"So what would you like to do?" I asked nervously.
"Champagne, perhaps?" He poured me a glass and handed it to me. "You seem so tense." I felt his hands on my back, running up and down. I felt his hands shake.
"Nervous?" I asked.
Duo shot me a quick and angry look. "How old are you? You must be my age, right? And to tell you the truth…I haven't been this nervous since my first time." He turned away from me. A pain rang in my heart. Did I do something wrong?
"Well we don't have to do anything." I whispered. "Actually, this would be my first time."
He glanced at me, "Seriously, man?" I nodded. "And I thought there were no such things as virgins anymore!" He chuckled. "What did you think we were going to do?"
I blushed a deep red and mumbled. "Well…I'm not sure. I was going to tell you a story or something."
"Ooh. Naughty words." A sultry, smoky look was revealed in his eyes. "I love naughty words." The mask was back in place.
I bit my lip, nervous, my heartbeat resembling that of a newly hatched bird. I blushed as I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it softly, "Why don't we just talk, as friends do?"
"Friends?" He sounded startled.
"Yes. Don't you have any?" I asked, equally surprised.
"No. I have dance partners and one-time lovers." Duo said, his eyes distant. "So many."
"What about actual lovers?" I asked, walking closer to him.
"I can't fall in love." Duo mumbled.
"Can't fall in love?" I asked before hearing a knock at the door.
"My sweet! My little nutmeg!" I heard Relena call from behind the door. "Are you ready for the lovely Treize! You better be."
"Shit." Duo grunted. He turned to me. "You have to leave! Go!"
"I'm coming!" Relena said and with one swoop, opened the door. I ducked under Duo's black robe and stifled a gasp when I realized he wasn't wearing underwear. "Where were you!" She snapped.
"I…I…was waiting." Duo whispered huskily.
"How lovely." Treize said regally. I heard a kissing noise and a giggle from Duo.
"I'll just leave you to rabbits to get to know each other." Relena said. I heard the door shut. I tried to get a jealous peek but Duo knocked me back with his legs.
"I love roses." Trieze said. "Their beauty. Their scent. Their touch. Everything about them."
"Oh, yes." Duo said. "Why don't you go get more comfortable, over there? Maybe put a robe on?" I heard footsteps underneath Duo's legs.
I peeked out from under the darkness of the robe only to see Duo motion for me to hide under the large table that had a table cloth. "Stay here!"
"Who are you talking to?" Trieze murmured.
"Oh, myself." Duo said nervously. I tried getting a better look. I must say, I did feel slightly jealous but mostly sorry for Duo, who spent his whole life selling his body.
Duo grabbed Treize's head and planted a rough kiss on his lips. "I just couldn't wait for you, my rose!" Duo kissed him harder. Trieze, at first, was surprised and then leaned into the kiss.
"I wasn't expecting you to be so forward."
"Ah, well then you are unaware of the power you have on me." Duo sat on the bed, looking up at Treize, his eyes glassy. Treize moved over top of Duo and untied his robe. I was almost sick at the sight. Duo wasn't protesting but one could see in his eyes that he hated every second. I closed my eyes, tears were already forming; but I couldn't block out the images, couldn't erase the moaning, panting and kissing.
After some time I decided to take another look, hoping it was over. They were both naked, Treize was poised over Duo's entrance. Duo glanced at me, his face softened, "Stop!"
"What?" Treize grunted.
"Don't you think…it'd be more romantic if we waited?" Duo said, teasing him with caresses. "If all our passion now, grew and then was consummated on opening night?"
"Opening night? For what?"
"Oh, the play. Yes, our love will be much better, if we wait. So let's." Duo dressed him quickly and shoved him away. "Get out."
I came out from under the tablecloth and smiled at his victory. "Do you have any idea what would happen if you had been found, Q?" Duo rushed towards me, arms opened. He held me. "I can call you Q, right?"
"Sure." I said.
"And we can be friends?" His face was closed to mine, our eyes level.
"Of course."
He pulled at my pants. "Even more than friends?" I smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
Just then, the door opened and I saw Trieze, "I forgot my hat…."