Author's Note: Hiya! Thanks all you guys for reviewing for my story. Even though its only three people. I guess I'm going to stop writing 'cuz no one likes it. Humph…Nah, just kidding. But OMG I have to rant just because. The person who was going to take me to the concert backed out an hour ago. And the concert is tonight at eight o'clock. I gave that person a week in advance to deal with their schedule, and now they're backing out because of re occurring back pains. God I hate that bitch! I want to go to this concert really bad too. I hate my life.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. But I wish they did so they could take me to the concert. tear
Chapter 10 The Race
By the end of the day Heero, Quatre, Trowa, and Duo were officially worn out. All were covered in a thick layer of sweat as they piled into Trowa's car. (Yumm)
"I don't know how you are gonna be able to race tonight Heero," Duo gasped hanging his head out the window.
"Oh he'll do just fine," Quatre answered wiping his face on his shirt.
"Me and Duo are gonna drop you off so you can shower and change, and you can meet us at our place. You know where it is right?" Quatre nodded. Trowa had given him directions earlier that day.
"Great, well here we are. See you guys in an hour."
"Alright." Quatre and Heero hopped out of the car and trudged slowly up the stairs.
"Heero why don't you take a shower first. I'm gonna make us something to eat before we go." Heero nodded and walked into the bathroom. Discarding his wet clothes into the hamper. And unlike this morning he fell into the shower. Slowly getting up he turned on the water and washed all the ickiness from his body.
Quatre was happily preparing a sandwich for them. Adding everything he saw fit from the refrigerator.
"Heero hurry up, we have to get going!" he yelled.
"You don't have to yell I'm right here," Heero muttered, his reply muffled by the towel he was using to dry his hair.
"That was quick."
"Huh, twice in one day that's been said. De ja vu." Quatre laughed and handed Heero his sandwich.
"Eat this while I take a shower. And you might wanna get dressed. Unless you want to go in just a towel." Heero blushed and stuffed half the sandwich in his mouth. Quatre walked off with his sandwich and Heero rushed into the room to find a suitable outfit. Leather was always the best thing to wear because it was an insulator, and it helped when the air was cold.
"Digging through his wardrobe he pulled out a pair of black leather pants and a tight black shirt. If Solo were to win, he was gonna make sure the man had a hard time of getting his clothes off. After five minutes of tugging and "Sucking it in" he got the pants on. Tight around the ass and thighs, but loose around the calves. Just how he liked it. He pulled on the tight black shirt, and dove back into his clothes to look for his jacket. A red leather biker jacket that had "WING" sewn into the back. The boys had given it to him when he had run with the gang. Along with his tattoo and a rather nasty scar when he decided to leave. God, such giving people.
"He threw the jacket over his shoulders and proceeded to pull on a pair of black leather boots. Yup, he definitely looked the part. Quatre walked into the room, dressed in a pair of dark cargo's and a black shirt and jacket.
"Wow Heero. You look so much like you used to and it's kinda scary." Heero frowned.
"I'm not trying to scare anyone."
"I know. I just don't ever want to see you back with those guys. It would kill me to see you doing that again." Heero nodded.
"Let's get going." The pair grabbed their keys off the counter and left the apartment. Exiting through the back they opened the door to a private garage.
"It feels good to be back," Quatre laughed. Heero had to smile. He couldn't agree more. There was nothing like the feel of the night air on your face and the heavy purr of the engine beneath you. Heaven.
Heero pulled the blue tarp off his bike. A sleek black and red Yamaha. God he loved that bike. It was painted to look as though their were flaming angel wings on each side. And red spider webs beneath.
Quatre's was black with blue streaks and splatters. And instead of a Yamaha it was a Honda.
"You ready?" Quatre asked.
"Oh yes." Heero slid onto the black leather seat, straddling it with his thighs. Quatre copied his movements and they roared out of the garage. Speeding off down the street towards Duos' and Trowa's apartment.
"Quatre, Which way?" Heero shouted over the engines.
"Take a left up here, and then its 10 minutes down, and on the right." Heero nodded and speed up.
At the speed they were going, they soon pulled up in front of a very high class apartment building. Quatre honked twice. And a head popped out of one of the windows.
"Hey guys, were on our way down." Duo shouted. Heero and Quatre sat patiently outside their apartment until they heard the sound of a bike pulling up behind them.
"Hey guys," Dorothy greeted, pulling of her helmet.
"Oh hi, how did you find us?" Quatre asked smiling.
"I was just pulling up as you two were leaving so I followed you here." Heero waved at her.
"Hello Dy."
"Hey Babe, you're gonna do great tonight." He smiled at her.
Suddenly there was a noise at the entrance of the apartment building.
"Oh Dorothy, this is Trowa and Duo. They're gonna come with us tonight." She smiled at them.
"Hey, I'm Dorothy Catalonia. But my you can call me Dy."
"It's nice to meet you Dy," Duo said.
"Okay, you two follow us," Heero said motioning to Trowa and Duo. They nodded and hopped into their car which was conveniently parked in front of the building.
The group drove off down the road. Heero in the lead. It took them twenty five minutes to get there. They only held the races in the deepest part of the city. Heero pulled up in an empty parking lot. Causing the others to follow.
"Is this it?" Trowa asked. They nodded. A larger group of bikes entered on the other side of the lot and drove up to meet them.
"Hello Wing," Solo crooned causing Heero to sneer.
"Solo."
"Aw, Wing baby, I thought you'd be happy to see me. Are you looking forward to our little bet?" he laughed.
"Can I talk to you in private for a moment," he ground out, attempting to sound civil.
"Oh yeah. Definitely." Solo followed Heero back a ways so they could talk.
"First Solo, explain to me what I agreed to," Heero spat. Solo grinned.
"Gladly. If you lose me and my gang get to have our wicked way with you however we want all night. Until 7 am tomorrow morning. That gives us each a good time with you." Heero's stomach churned. Twelve different men. Disgusting.
"Fine. But if by chance I do lose. Don't let any of the people I'm with know about it. I don't want them interfering with this shit. You got me."
"Sure do. I don't your little friends getting in the way of my play time." Heero frowned deeper.
"And if I win, all ,y debts to you will be erased and you don't get to do anything to me, agreed?" Solo nodded.
"Let's shake on it." He enveloped Heero's smaller hand into a bone crushing shake.
"I am going to have so much fun with you tonight. I'm gonna make you scream." Heero shivered.
"Fuck you," he spat stalking off to his bike.
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"Who are they?" Duo asked.
"Solo and his gang. Some bad people Heero used to hang with," Quatre answered watching the two men talking.
"They look kinda dangerous. Should Heero really be racing these guys?"
"It's okay, he knows what he's doing." Duo nodded frowning at the group of men.
Heero and Solo rejoined the group. Heero frowning and Solo smirking.
"Let's race," Heero snapped. He threw his leg over his bike and revved up the engine. Solo did the same.
"The same track. Mueller will be at the end to determine the race along with Quatre. Then we'll drive back here. No short cuts. Stay on the main street. If a car gets in your way its your own fault. And if you see a cop your on your own. You know were to meet." Heero nodded and pulled his bike up to the starting line next to Solo's. Mueller stepped between the bikes, a pistol in his hand.
"You two ready?" he snapped. They nodded, sliding their helmets down over their faces.
Duo and Trowa watched excitedly from the side lines. Dorothy glared angrily at the men behind them.
"You FuckBags," she spat. "If you hurt him I'll beat the shit out of you!" They laughed at her. And Trowa put an arm on her shoulder.
"I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Oh you have no idea what they used to do to him when he lost. Before Quatre got involved." Duo looked at her curiously.
"What?"
"Never mind. It's not important." Duo frowned, but didn't bother her about it.
There was a shot, and the two men shot from behind the start line.
"Wow they're fast," Duo mused.
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Heero pressed his legs against the side of the bike and leaned forward to achieve more speed. Solo was a few feet behind him, but keeping a steady pace. He couldn't lose this one. Quatre would hate him if he found out what he was putting at stake. His virginity, his safety, himself. The poor boy would have a heart attack. No one understood what these races meant to him. If he lost, he would be loosing much more than his virginity.
As they rounded a corner, Heero saw Solo lean into his bike.
They raced around a few cars and flew under a large city bridge. The real hard part was coming up. A major motor way, were cops were known to scout around these hours. Plus the traffic was usually unbearable. Gripping his handlebars tighter, he turned onto the road.
The glare from the lights would have killed his position, if it weren't for his tinted helmet. He raced around the many cars, and pulled through the intersection at a green light. Luckily there were no cops yet. As they neared the end of the street Heero knew he was in the clear. Most of the police stayed near the heavy traffic, to search for infractions upon the law.
They turned yet another corner and Heero pressed even tighter to his bike. They were getting closer to the finish line. He could see Mueller's outline under the street lights. Solo was still a couple of feet behind him. He knew he was gonna win. Mueller was so close. And there was the finish line.
Solo was right at his bars. They were racing neck to neck. And………
He Lost.
Author's Note: Read and Review! Ahh, its 8 o'clock the concert is starting right now. I hate me!