Ok here it is chapter five. I don't really know how to explain it but you do get Heero's history in it so enjoy.

Heero waited until he was sure Quatre would be out of hearing range. He didn't know why he waited though; he would tell Quatre everything that happened anyway. The waiting was probably just an excuse to see if he could say everything he needed to.
"You hungry?" Heero asked.
Trowa took a few seconds to answer. He definitely felt hungry but the thought of food didn't seem all that appetizing.
"Yes and no. I am hungry but I don't know if my stomach can handle food." Trowa replied.
Heero then stared at Trowa for a few more minutes and then made his decision. He went over to the side of Trowa's bed and offered him a hand up. Trowa took the offered hand and was gently pulled out of bed. When he was finally standing he could feel Heero's hand still holding his and Heero also wrapped an arm around his waist. Then Heero started to walk the boy out of the room. Trowa didn't say anything. He didn't know where they were going, but he felt safe with Heero. As they walked down the hallways, Trowa noticed that all the shades were drawn. He began to wonder what time it was. He was just about to ask Heero the time when Heero stopped in front of a swinging door and pushed it open for the two. Trowa looked up at the huge kitchen that lay before him.
"As you know I'm a vampire which means that I have to drink blood to live, but I can eat food and so we do have one or two things in our kitchen. How about I make you some chicken noodle soup?" Heero asked.
Trowa nodded his consent. Heero went about the kitchen getting everything he needed. He took out a pot, a can of chicken noodle soup, and a can opener. By the time he had everything started, he was finally ready to talk.
"I was turned about two hundred years ago. Which is not very long in vampire years, Quatre is much older than I am. He is actually one of the oldest vampires still awake. Some of our kind takes rests that can last centuries. I did not want to become a vampire, but was forced to during a struggle for power. A vampire named Trieze had Quatre sire me. That means that Quatre is the one that turned me into a vampire. Quatre was tricked. He was told that I asked to be a vampire. He would never turn some one who didn't know what was in store for them. When he figured out what had happened, he left Trieze and took me with him. He has been watching out for me ever since. I think he will not leave my side until I am happy which might take a long time. Last night was a mistake. No not a mistake exactly. I like you I did not mean to hurt you." Heero being done his long speech got up from the table and put a bowl in front of Trowa. "I have to go tend to some things. It is about five o'clock and you have another gig at my club later tonight. I can take you home and no longer bother you or I can get you what you need and we can go to the club together. I'll be in the parlor with Quatre when you reach your decision."
Heero then left the kitchen. Trowa was still sitting at the table. He hadn't moved the whole time Heero talked. It seems that Heero did have a crush on him. He would have to tell Duo that he was right. He hated to do that but it was only fair. With that thought in his head Trowa ate his soup, but the whole time he sat, there was a small smile on his lips.

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Trowa made his way down the hall and into the parlor. When he got to the door, he realized that the room's two occupants were already staring at him. He leaned his back against the doorway and looked at Heero.
"I'll need a fresh change of clothes, a shower, and a razor. I also still feel a little drained so I would appreciate a bottle of water and a bottle of any kind of sports drink you can find." Trowa said.
Both vampires stared at him for a while then Quatre got up and went across the room to look at Trowa. The blond gave Trowa a huge smile.
"I'll show you the way to the bathroom. You can use mine. It has everything you need and you can borrow one of my razors. Heero will find you some clothes. I think he can guess your size. I'll send him out now to buy you some. Anything particular you would like. Money is no expense Heero owes you at least a new set of clothes. I think he got blood on your other shirt." Quatre said.
Trowa smiled and then left with Quatre. On the walk to the shower they talked about what clothes Trowa would need for the performance tonight and his sizes. He was kind of shocked that Heero was actually going to go out and buy them, but Quatre explained he just wanted Heero out of the house so he and Trowa could talk. Trowa didn't need to get to the club until nine and the sun set at five thirty so Heero would have a couple of hours to complete his mission.
After his shower Trowa felt much better. He put on the robe that Quatre had given him and walked into Quatre's bedroom. Quatre was sitting on the bed and motioned Trowa over. Quatre had Trowa sit in front of him on the bed and began to massage Trowa's back.
"So Heero told you what he was?" Quatre asked.
Trowa just nodded his head yes.
"Did he tell you exactly how and why he was changed?" Quatre asked.
This time Trowa shook his head no.

So Quatre began his story:
About two hundred years ago I was still traveling the globe with the one who sired me. His name is Trieze and no one not even me knows how old he is. Right now though he is sleeping. He has been sleeping ever since Heero and I left him. He had me change Heero in a moment of weakness and was ashamed of his decision. So now he sleeps and is guarded by several of his other children.
Heero was born in Japan. His father was an advisor to the ruler of Japan. Heero's family was very powerful. Trieze is very power hungry and wanted to get the power that belonged to Heero's family. He thought if he turned Heero then he could get him to give over some of his wealth and power to him. So Trieze became friends with Heero and some years later moved to take Heero's wealth. Heero's father was very sick and his lands and titles were about to be passed onto Heero. Trieze told Heero what he was and offered Heero the chance to be an immortal but Heero refused. No one had ever refused Trieze before but he knew that Heero would not change his mind.
So he told me that Heero did want to become a vampire only that he was shy and did not want Trieze to do it. Trieze said that Heero had seen me and asked if I could turn him. I also had seen Heero around and did not think the boy was interested in me. Actually it seemed that he was interested only in learning how to do his job to the best of his abilities. But I trusted Trieze. He had never lied to me before. So I found Heero one night and turned him. The next night Heero woke as a vampire and was very upset. No, that doesn't explain it. He was pissed. He tried to kill Trieze but a newly turned vampire is very weak. After I found out that Trieze had lied to me, I begged Heero for forgiveness. I told him how Trieze tricked me and to my amazement he forgave me.
Then Heero and I plotted together how to keep Trieze out of power and to make sure he never got what he wanted. With the help of another one of Trieze's vampires we found a way to make it look like Heero died. With Heero's death his position, power, and land went to a distant cousin.
Trieze knowing that he was stopped realized what he did and in his shame gave Heero a good deal of money and wealth. He also gave Heero a ship. Then Trieze being disgusted with himself took what he called a much needed rest. He has been sleeping in Japan for almost two hundred years and no one knows when he will wake.
I vowed that I would stay with Heero until he could get back what I took from him. A few years ago Heero wanted to open the club. I agreed and we have been here ever since.

With that Quatre finished his story and turned to Trowa. "I just wanted you to know a little about Heero. I love Heero like a brother. I see how he looks at you. Even when he was alive he never looked at anything the way he looks at you. Be gentle with him." Quatre said.

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When Heero finally returned, it was seven thirty. He found both boys in the parlor. He stepped into the room and threw the sports drink at Trowa's head. Quatre snatched the bottle out of the air right before it hit Trowa and handed him the bottle. Then Trowa and Quatre both saw the bags that Heero carried with him. He had three bags full of clothing. Heero noticed them staring at him and he ducked his head and put the bags down in front of Trowa.
"I wanted to make sure I got something you liked so I brought you a couple options. Go try them on." Heero said.
Trowa got up and left with the bags.
"So Heero you went a little over board there." Quatre said.
"I just wanted to find something he liked." Heero retorted.
After about thirty minutes of looking through bags and trying things on Trowa came back down stairs wearing a pair of black pants and a black t- shirt with that said 'bite me' in white lettering. Quatre took one look at the shirt and almost peed himself he was laughing so hard.
"I really like the shirt too." Trowa casually replied.
"What? I thought it would be a funny joke. I didn't actually think you would wear it." Heero said as he ducked his head again.
"Well looks like everyone is ready let's go to the club." Quatre said.
"Wait!" Trowa shouted. "I can't go like this. It looks like Dracula gave me the hicky from hell. I don't mind the bite. Actually I think I enjoyed it and might do it again, but Duo won't leave me alone about it and how do I explain two puncture wounds in my neck."
"I'll be right back." Heero said. He then left the room with a very strange smirk on his lips. He came back into the room a few minutes later and wrapped something soft around Trowa's throat. He then held up a mirror so Trowa could see. Around his neck was a piece of black silk thick enough to cover the bite marks. Hanging from the silk was a pendent with a weird design of a sword on it.
"You can keep it. It's my family's crest. You can tell everyone I asked you to wear it." Heero said.
Trowa stood there for a few minutes and just smiled. He then went over to Heero and took his wrist. He then brought Heero's wrist to his mouth and kissed it.