Title: Halloween Masquerade
Author: Avel
Summary: When darkness consumes two youths, will they accept it? Light and day will never be the same and nights of feverish bloodshed are just a bite away.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I make a profit from these works.
Pairings: 1x3x2, 5x4, and 6x13
Warning: Brief opening lime scene. Read at your own discretion and maturity.
Back pushed roughly against the wall, lips crashing in a painful, yet erotic sensation; two bodies were joined in a harsh thrust, sending a muffled scream from the counterpart. Hips driving upward in a hard and steady pace; leaving sleek bleach blond hair plastered to the boy's tanned face as he was thrown into a burst of loud moans and shuddered breaths. Allowing his head to be tilted to the side as a thumb traced his lips in an uncaring caress, before clamping down hard against his mouth forcefully.
Eyes widening as the thrusts became splitting aches and a mouth clamped down on his neck with enough force to cause a gush of blood to flow from the open wound. As muffled cries of panic were drowned out by the blaring music, the boy's head became light as his body succumbed to blood loss, his mind becoming incoherent as his eyes drooped slowly down. Blurring the visions of a cyan tinted white bathroom; darkened by dirt, grime, and aged tile. The stalls and urinals became one behind a still clothed shoulder. He felt the grip of paralyzing terror; which should have caused his heartbeat to thunder furiously in his chest. Instead, he felt and heard his heartbeat grow slower and slower, unable to process anything but the repeated words whispered from his blue colored lips.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
Re-zipping his black jeans, Heero took a final glance around the room to make sure everything was in order.
"Took you long enough." A soft voice filtered through the music, as the door opened to reveal auburn hair and the handsome face of his lover. His voice too soft for such a loud and energetic space, though it really didn't matter, since their hearing was sharp enough as it is.
"I don't know if I should take that as annoyance or jealousy." Heero said as he licked the remnants of the dark blood staining his lips, heading casually toward the sink, moistening his face. Eyes straying toward the mirror, all that was reflected was the slumped body up against the wall, positioned to look as if he had passed out, head tilted downward toward the floor. The light gently buzzing above their heads remained un-phased by the scene that had taken place mere minutes ago, a silent witness.
"You shouldn't flatter yourself like that, you're not Duo." Emerald eyes held a hint of gentle humor, but his face remained emotionless. His slender frame moved fluidly, tight black jeans and a long-sleeved fishnet shirt worn over a black tank, seemed stark against the lighting. Too vibrant, for such a dingy and filthy place such as this public restroom. Most unclean.
"Let's go, Duo will get bored." Trowa breathed softly as his eyes focused on the stiffening corpse.
"Isn't he always?" Heero asked coolly as he reached out to grab the retreating form's arm.
Stopping, Trowa glanced at Heero over his shoulder, a delicate eyebrow arched in a silent question.
"You're avoiding me." Heero breathed, "Doshte?"
"I haven't been avoiding you, you've been avoiding me." Trowa stated simply, further confusing his dark haired lover. Or rather, owner, he thought bitterly. Heero having been his creator ultimately owned him and Duo for that matter. However, hundreds of years had passed since that day in the mansion. Since he had been reborn into a life of darkness and death. Since the late 1800's and it's timeless decadence had passed to create a new technologically based generation. So much time had passed since then.
Having spent so many decades with his one time captor and Duo, he'd forgotten that they were perceptive of his feelings and of his actions. It had unnerved him at first, however he also knew Duo was affected worse by it. Though they were often too predictable to each other, there were times when they could be left frowning at one another, unable to comprehend their actions or emotions.
"Avoiding you." Heero repeated, not comprehending that Trowa was teasing him, baiting him and waiting patiently for a bite.
Realization dawned a moment later and Trowa was pulled in for a hard kiss.
"Duo." Heero breathed as their lips parted for air, letting go of Trowa's arm.
Giving a brief nod, Trowa continued toward the door, leaving the bathroom and a corpse to rot.
Heated breaths and shouted words were accompanied by the pounding of heavy industrial metal music, lights blaring from all directions in flashes of red and blue, swirling in a pattern that reflected the moves of several dancers as they made their way from the bathroom and over toward the bar where a figure dressed in black leather and an unmistakable braid sat idly waiting.
"Took you two long enough," A pair of sparkling violet eyes met their return, "What'd you do, get lost?"
"Missed us already?" Trowa smirked, grabbing Duo's beer wordlessly and downing a couple gulps of the frothed bitter liquid. It's chilled taste a welcome relief in the humidity of the underground club.
"What is there to miss," Duo let a sly smile pass his lips as he stood, "other than great sex." He added at Heero's annoyed expression.
"We're leaving." Heero said gruffly, a sour expression lingering on his face as he made his way through the crowded mass of bodies. Their short mini skirts and long coats casting an intricate blanket of colors and patterns.
"You keep doing that and he'll start to believe it." Trowa murmured softly as he watched Duo frown at their lover's retreating back.
"He aggravates me." Duo stated a bit spitefully, looking through the glass of amber liquid and chilled glass as the light caused the beads of water from the glass to smear against the darkened countertop of the bar.
"You're just venting because we've been cooped up too long."
"Aren't you just full of insights today, aren't you Tro." Duo tried to glare, but looked away from Trowa at the last minute.
"Didn't mean that." Duo sighed softly.
"Let's go, you're not up for this right now." Trowa stated, before turning and promptly leaving Duo to follow.
Why did I let him affect me so? Heero thought agitatedly, That baka didn't even mean it. He further contemplated, back turned from the locked door of his bedroom. There would be no passionate lovemaking tonight. No, Duo had made sure of that. He could have Trowa, but logically he knew that that would only lead to rape and Trowa would most likely not speak with him for another month. Or so he had learned over the years.
He loved Trowa, there was no doubting that. The feelings were mutual in most cases, however Trowa was no easy prize. It had taken him months after that fateful night to redeem himself to an obviously traumatized boy. Surprisingly Duo had been more adaptable in the first few months than Trowa had been. If Duo had not been there however, he wasn't so sure Trowa would have recovered as well as he had.
Trowa was fearful yes, but not in the way Heero had expected to deal with. Trowa closed himself off and was dangerous in the fact that if Heero didn't watch him close enough, he'd find himself under attack. Duo's attacks had been out of rage in the beginning and had worn down within a couple weeks. Trowa however acted off of fear and distrust, which still lingered even now. Heero however had grown perceptive of the overall limits when dealing with Trowa. Duo however was a complete mystery. The amount of emotions that Duo held in a typical day; left Heero astounded.
He had chosen two lovers and was constantly challenged on a daily basis with keeping up with the two. This didn't deter his plans though. He knew full well that he had made the right decision by turning the two boys. They held the certain characteristics that had drawn him to them, the vibrancy of character. Duo was a cheerful comic, who at certain times held a temper that rivaled his own. He was quick to anger, quick to argue, and an overall affectionate person. Though he was by far the more frustrating of the two, Heero knew that he couldn't imagine suffering this darkened eternity without him.
Nor could he stand the thought of not having Trowa. Trowa was a gentle but stoic natured person. He was quiet and intelligent, calm and passionate. Even so, Trowa was still potentially dangerous. Heero was well aware that Trowa was the stability that kept the relationship between the three together. He had depended on that even before the two had met. He wasn't foolish, but he had been a bit reckless.
He couldn't afford to be alone. Eyes darkened icily as he stared down at the bed, a fist clenching tightly at his side. He glanced at the clock, 4:55 am. It was time to check on his lover's. With daybreak approaching quickly, he held back a tired sigh. It had been several hundred years since the last time he had felt so disappointed to have to retreat from the bed to the coffin resting in the corner of the darkened room. Annoyed at the stereotypical truth, as he made his way to his lover's adjoining bedroom.
The apartment was pitch black, the way Duo preferred. Lately the mere thought of light sent shivers of uncontrolled anger to burn its way through his skull. He missed the daylight. He also missed the sun gently beating down on him in the summer heat. The white rays of light that beamed down with showers of warmth; sending vivid colors of lush plants and sparkling water into view.
Now the only warmth that he felt was from the intimacy shared with both Heero and Trowa. Even then their cold skin elicited a vague amount of warmth, nothing that could replace the day that he so desperately craved. A craving that would kill him if he even dared step foot in a pool of sunlight. He longed for the feeling, the satisfaction of breaking the rules. He was suicidal in the sense that the mere thought of the sun slowly brought him closer to the edge of insanity. Baring down on him with no remorse: a cruel reminder re-playing day after day. He was sick of the mindless torture, the simplicity of the limitations. Boundaries that remained uncrossed.
"It doesn't bother you?" He asked his silent companion, his hand latching onto the others. Allowing their fingers to intertwine.
"It's frustrating." Trowa answered calmly, lazily resting his arm under his head, as they lay sprawled across the sheets in the bedroom, the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Casting designs of intricate shadows across their bare stomachs.
"You love him?" the question was a mere breath as Duo continued to gaze up at the ceiling.
"Perhaps." Trowa answered after a while, eyes fluttering shut as Duo's annoyed expression turned toward him.
"Perhaps? It's a yes or no question, either you love him or you don't." Duo answered a bit heatedly.
"Do you?" Trowa asked calmly.
"No." Duo hissed, eyes glaring at the door to the adjoining bedroom.
"You don't mean that." Trowa let a cold smile cross his lips.
"Who are you to tell me what the hell I'm thinking? What I mean and what I don't?" Duo growled lowly, eyes fixed on Trowa's closed eyelids.
"He knew you were teasing him, he's in there sulking because he let it affect him." Trowa stated, opening his eyes to gaze at Duo's pale form, chestnut locks stark in comparison. He was beautiful.
"I hate you." Duo said sternly, giving a fierce glare as Trowa's emerald eyes reflected back un-phased.
"Perhaps." Trowa sighed as he nuzzled Duo's shoulder.
"What kind of response is that?" Duo voiced halfheartedly.
"In order to love someone you must first learn to accept the bad and the good in their character." Trowa murmured.
"You hate him, but you also love him." Trowa continued, planting a kiss to Duo's shoulder.
Duo stared at him for a moment, before closing his eyes with a sigh.
"Perhaps." Duo repeated, understanding evident in his tone of voice, before abruptly landing a chaste kiss on Trowa's lips. A rare smile, dark and exhausted spread across Duo's face, as they lay entangled in the bed sheets.
The sound of the doorknob turning drew both of their attention toward the door.
"Bed." Heero stated, as he advanced toward the window, drawing the curtains completely shut.
"We are in bed." Duo replied casually.
"Now." Came the sharp response.
"While we're at it will you tuck me in?" Duo asked sarcastically, watching Heero's shoulder's tense.
"Duo, behave." Trowa said softly as he disengaged himself from Duo's sprawled form, standing gracefully as he obediently went to his coffin. The dark mahogany wood lay stiff and uninviting. A reflection of himself he sometimes thought, contemplating how he was so different from his lover's. Neither possessing a cocky confidence, or idealistic determination. He set those thoughts aside as he laid down resting his head in the confined space, some soft velvet and satin interior vaguely comforting him.
Ritually waiting for Heero to check on him. Though they never spoke of it, Heero made sure to vigilantly make sure that both himself and Duo were okay. Duo often teased Heero about the habit, but was fixed on the attention. They definitely were an odd couple, if you could even call them that. As he continued to draw un-conclusive conclusions he ignored the fact that Duo had slumped into his own wooden resting place, stealing a quick kiss from Heero in the process. A gentle smirk placed contentedly on his lips as he closed his eyes at the same time the coffin lid slid into place.
"Avoiding me." Heero's voice broke his train of thought as he jumped slightly, unnoticeable to most, but not to Heero's sharpened gaze.
"Iie." Trowa responded tersely, eyes focusing on one of the wooden walls surrounding him.
"Stop it." Heero growled, hand roughly turning Trowa's face to look at him. Cursing mentally when he realized that he had made the wrong move. Trowa's eyes flashed with distrust, a hand shoving him away by his chest.
"Don't." Trowa warned, voice taking on a harsh tone.
"Gomen." Heero voiced agitatedly.
"Oyasumi." Trowa growled back.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he stubbornly placed a kiss on Trowa's forehead, before closing the coffin lid shut.
Heading back to his own awaiting wooden haven, he felt silent anger and frustration die down as he let his last remaining thoughts of consciousness linger on the fact that having two lovers was definitely a challenge.
A/N: Well this chapter was harder, but it definitely works for the outline. Hope you all enjoyed! Unfortunately for me I have a tendency to keep getting stuck with more and more unplanned chapters. Hopefully, this will not end up like ISSH! I planned this one out this time, so there will probably be only a few unexpected chapters.
Comments: For my 3 reviewers!
Tiny Tuna: I must say I was very happy to read your review and I hope you continue reading this fic; it will get more interesting over time!
Darksaphire: Thanks for reviewing and hope you keep reading! Well this chapter basically answered your question.
Kuro no Baka: Wow, lol. I never expected to get three wows in a row! I'm glad it beat your expectations, hope you continue reading.