'Come sit with me.' The statement was so short, so direct, that it caught Heero off balance. 'I can't. I'm with them; getting drinks.' He indicated to the corner where sally and Trowa were watching him, mixed expressions on their faces. Duo smiled. 'Don't worry about them. Jean!' The barman looked around. 'Could you send a bottle of Moet & Chandon over to the corner, s'il vous plait?' Heero glared at him, daring him to shatter his one escape route. Duo caught the glare and grinned sheepishly. 'Ok, maybe that is a little harsh. Make it two bottles. And another at my table please.'
Watching the scene, thoughts whizzing through his mind ten to the dozen, Heero felt he had no control over the situation. He had even less control when he felt the firm hand at the small of his back, guiding him to where a table was set out with two tall champagne flutes and a bottle on ice. Maybe it was the wine, maybe he really didn't want to resist, but somehow he found himself sat at the table, glass in hand, watching Duo suspiciously.
'So. How have you been?' Duo's tone was light but his gaze was much deeper.
'Alright, I suppose.'
'Good. Quatre seems to think you'll go very far as a journalist. Wouldn't be surprised if you're working for The Times or something in the not too distant future.'
'Yeah well. Hang on… Quatre? You've spoken to him?'
Of course! He told me you'd be here. I'm a very good correspondent. Unless people don't seem to WANT me to contact them of course.' With this he looked pointedly into Heero's eyes.
Heero dropped the gaze. 'Things… happened. Don't talk about it. I don't even know why I'm talking to you now. I should go.' One side of Heero's mind cheered, while the other side berated him of his stubborn will.
'You're talking to me because I gave you no choice in the matter, Heero.' Duo's use of his name made him look up, and he found the model's eyes fixed on him again. His enchanting, almost violet eyes. Funny, Heero thought, I never noticed what a sparkling colour they are before. 'Ok, go. But come out with me one night, while you're in town. Just once. Tomorrow!' Looking him in the eye, Heero felt his stubbornness dissipating. Even before he opened his mouth, Duo grinned. 'Awesome then. I'll pick you up at about eight, and you can come to my hotel to get ready. Don't worry about what to wear.'
'…ok then. I'm staying at the-'
Don't worry, everything's already sorted. I talked to Quatre, remember? Very organised guy…'
Slightly confused and very annoyed, Heero left, before Duo could rope him into anything else.
The next evening, Heero laid on the bed in his hotel room, when the phone rang.
'Mr Yuy? There's someone in reception to see you.'
He grabbed a jacket and went downstairs. Duo was waiting in the lobby. To his relief, Heero saw that he was also wearing just jeans and a tee-shirt. Grinning, Duo grabbed his arm and led him out of the hotel, towards a small black convertible car waiting outside.
Heero was unaccustomed to travelling in this way. Duo drove with the top down and the music loud, music that Heero didn't know, the intoxicating beat melding into him, as the engine purred through the streets of Paris. He relaxed into his seat, telling himself it would be a good night, as he watched Duo, shades on, his hair whipping in the wind.
When he stopped outside the Ritz, Heero gasped. He had once been in the London Ritz for a conference, but the idea of staying in such a place… he was amazed. Tossing the keys to a valet, Duo steered Heero inside and into his suite.
'Right, what am I going to put you in…?' he muttered, to himself more than anything, as Heero stood awkwardly in the centre of the room. 'Got it.' He wandered to the wardrobe, and began pulling things out. Seeing an abundance of fishnet, Heero began to fear the worst. 'Uh, where are we actually going?' he asked uncertainly.
'If I told you that, my friend, I would be spoiling the surprise. But I hope you've got your dancing feet on.' The reply from the closet did little to reassure him.
'Got it!' Emerging triumphant, Duo clutched an armful of black clothes. 'Go try!' He seemed excited as he thrust the things at Heero and sent him into the bathroom.
Several minutes later, Heero emerged looking extremely dubious. He was dressed in a pair of pinstriped trousers hanging from his hips and a high necked, ruffled shirt that stopped two inches above his navel. 'no.' he said bluntly.
'Yeah, you're right. You'll boil in that shirt all night. My bad.' And he was off again.
Several costume changes later, Heero emerged in the simplest outfit yet. It was a pair of black drainpipe jeans and a long sleeved top made from semi-sheer gauze. Duo burst out laughing. 'What!' Heero said defensive. 'I didn't think this was THAT bad?'
'Heero, turn around. What underwear are you wearing?' When he heard, he laughed again. 'Lose it. Now.'
'What? I can't go out like that.'
It's better than the view at the moment. Believe me.' Knowing he couldn't win, Heero went and removed his boxers.
'Now THAT is hot.' Duo said, once again grinning. 'Right, let me get changed.' Moments later, he emerged. Heero caught his breath. Dressed in a pair of soft leather pants and a loose black shirt with ruffled sleeves, the top four buttons undone, Duo looked gorgeous. Smiling at the stunned expression, Duo pounced on him, eyeliner in hand. Less than half an hour later, they were done. As well as eyeliner, Duo had bullied him into wearing a black leather collar and pair of cuffs, with heavy silver rings on them. Heero recognised the style, but was unsure where he had seen them, and decided not to mention it. Duo was wearing a silver and black rosary with an intricate crucifix on the end that spun and caught the light when he leaned forward.
Driving through the dark city, Heero decided to ask where they were going. 'A little club I know, I always visit when I'm in the area. They parked and walked down a small alley. 'I give you… La Bal des Vampires!'
--ooOoo--
I'm not sure about this chapter, but the next will make up for it. Heero, Duo and a bunch of other hot Goths melts Must crack on. It took forever too.
Oasis; you didn't leave an address sweetie; I'd have messaged you straight away… right, my excuses for my holes…
Who said it was in the eighties? Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think I put in any dates
Silly I know, but Grease is set in the fifties and they were at High School… although that was in America…
This is not the original Gundam Wing. I have written a fic that uses the characters and puts them in a totally different setting; there are only so many fics where they all end up at the same safe house or school (in the series they never did) that I can take
this is an AU fic, I forgot to put that in the disclaimer, my bad, which accounts for the fact that the fashions are hot off next spring's catwalks and Gundams don't exist
if they weren't in the same industry, then they'd never meet up, or even think of each other, and IMO that would make for a very boring Yaoi story
You'd be surprised how people can meet up in funny places. Off topic I know, but my parents own a pub, and the other day some guy comes in, he lives about 400 miles away, but came down here on holiday. He and my dad (behind the bar) are talking, and it turns out this guy worked with my dad in the seventies. So yeah, it's funny how you can bump into people you know, even without Quatre's meddling.
Hope this filled in your holes! any more then message me, trying to come up with on the spot answers is fun.