Disclaimer: Do I have to go into this again? It's depressing.
A/N: YAHOO! I am so motivated! Lol. Okay so here is the deal-io. This is that SERIOSLY edited chapter that I had to promise to post. Let's just see how short it turns out after all the editing I do. So if this chapter royally sucks u can't blame me! It was a promise I swear! Maybe I'll post the unedited version if I ever feel evil. Hahaha!
So Ya...umm..enjoy?
Chapter 5
Heero sat slumped against a wall wishing he had taken more alcohol into his system. Closing his cobalt eyes Heero listened to the sound of the music that drifted into the small room he was now in. There was a dreary light on that barely lit the room, and he could feel a draft over his exposed skin. A strong hand moved over his bare chest and pulled him upward to his feet. "What's the matter? Where is that fiery spirit you had a few minutes ago?" a slurred voice asked. "Just you wait." Heero muttered to Ritchie , and once again tried to restrain the urge to remove the man's roaming hands from his body, Entirely. Thankfully the dim light barely illuminated the form of the mostly naked man in front of him. Ritchie started to suck on Heero's neck, and the blue eyed boy shrugged him off and took a step back. Now is one of the times I wish I was not wearing spandex... Heero thought. He scanned over the room and watched as Ritchie strutted forward. He grabbed at his crotch and moaned at Heero. Trying to clear the image of the man out of his head and running one hand thru unruly hair Heero thought darkly This couldn't get any worse Suddenly Heero heard a zipper un zip and cloth hitting the floor. "Shit..."
In the bar Trula kept looking wistfully in the direction she had watched her mystery man disappear with Ritchie. " What a waste." she mumbled under her breath as she allowed Rallie to lick her exposed chest. Suddenly a loud bump was heard from the spare room in the back and then a yell. Trula's quickly looked in the direction of the room again, Rallie did like wise. He smiled and continued to work on his permanent whore saying "That'd be Ritchie playing rough again. He likes it that way. Kind of like me." Rallie's face spread into a wide grin, as he was content to 'play' with his 'doll'.
Ritchie drunkenly pushed Heero onto the small bed that was in the room and tried to crawl on top of him naked. Growling Heero kneed the man once in his exposed groin and then threw him into a wall. He had had enough of doing things Duo's way!
"That's it! NO more playing! I'm sick of you trying to stroke me, play with me and fuck me!" Heero shouted as he kicked the man on the floor in the stomach. Pulling at the man's red hair Heero yanked Ritchie up off the floor and growled in his face "You will tell me every thing you know. Got it?" Ritchie's face twisted in horror as he felt cold metal pressed against his crotch. Heero cocked the gun (where the hell does he keep that thing?!?!?) and glared at the man he had in front of him.
"First question: Your father, Dr. Brown , what is he making for OZ?" Ritchie visibly gulped and stuttered "H-He's making some sort of Virus"
"What does it do?" Heero snarled in impatience. He pressed the gun against the sweating man harder. Panicked Ritchie answered best he could " it kills...like everybody.." Snarling again Heero asked, "how far along is the development?" Ritchie shook his head in fear and shrugged. Heero started to pull the trigger and Ritchie's' eyes went wide "I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW!" Heero frowned and smacked the gun across the back big man's head. HE fell over with a thud on to the floor. Bending over Heero picked up his green tank top he spit on the naked body in disgust and then shuddered. He quickly walked out of the dark room, hoping to leave all that behind him and finish his mission.
"I don't have any time to screw around..." Then Heero quickly exited the building.