A/N: I am so sorry about the delay! OMG, two years since the last update, and I left you all on such a terrible stopping point. There's no excuse for this, since what I've just updated has been sitting on my computer for about two years. So, to make up for it, you're getting not one, but seven brand new chapters. After that we're caught up to what I've got written, so I'm not sure when the next update will be. Thanks for the patience of everyone who was reading this.

The next day Quatre cleaned their guns while Duo gave their beat-up Plymouth a tune-up, just in case they had to get away quickly. Since these tasks were relatively simple for the two youths, they were left with a completely free afternoon until the club opened at seven. The time was spent lounging on their bed, watching movies. Quatre lay relaxed on a pile of pillows while Duo used him in lieu of said pillows. The blonde absently toyed with Duo's hair, as Meir Link patted Charlotte's hair.

Duo shook his head. "Why does she keep offering? He doesn't want to bite you!"

"But he needs to eat, and she's showing her love for him," Quatre protested.

Duo snorted. "Dumb way to show affection. Ain't no one gonna suck my blood out!"

"Hmm…I don't think I'd mind if my lover turned out to be a vampire," Quatre replied, trailing one finger along Duo's neck. Duo snorted again even as he shivered slightly at the touch.

"Didn't know you were masochistic."

"I'm not, I just think that being bitten by a vampire wouldn't hurt that much, it's made more pleasurable by the vampire."

Duo shook his head. "I just don't get it, but you must be right. I don't know how Barnabas gets all the chicks otherwise."

"Barnabas?"

"The vampire from Dark Shadows, kinda ugly but all the girls love him."

Quatre sat up and looked at his friend incredulously. "You watch Dark Shadows?"

Duo blinked innocently at him. "I used to."

Quatre gave him an injured look. "But it's so cheesy!"

Duo grinned. "I know, that's what made it fun. Now hush, I'm trying to watch the movie."
The blonde shook his head but returned obediently to his spot and they finished the movie with only a few more teasing discussions. The last such interruption ended in an all out tickle-wrestling match, in which Duo pretended to be a vampire and bit at Quatre's neck.

The blonde let out a strangled yelp and proceeded to melt instantly. Duo backed off after a moment and peered down at him in amused wonder. "You really do like being bitten."

Quatre shook his head limply. "I didn't know, I've never been bitten before…"

Duo grinned down at him. "Well, now you know!"

Quatre's reply was cut off by a knock on the door and the two teens went to greet it curiously. Hilde was standing in the hallway with a mischievious smile on her face.

"Hilde? What are you doing here?" Quatre asked.

She chuckled and grabbed his hand. "I'm going to get you ready for your date tonight."

"Why? And it's not a date!" the blonde protested, even as Hilde brushed past Duo, dragging him behind her.

"Of course it is. And you need my help because you are not just going to throw on your clothes and go as is. You need your hair styled and your make-up done-"

Quatre managed to pry her fingers off of his wrist. "I am not wearing make-up."

Hilde gave him a look that said, 'what are you, insane?' "Yes-you-are."

"No-I'm-not. Duo, tell her I'm not."

Duo grinned and handed Hilde Quatre's outfit. "Have fun Hilde."

"I will!"

"Duo!"

"Hey don't worry about it. She knows what she's doing," Duo said, pushing his friend out the door after the girl.

"Do you think his skin is Ivory Coast or Pale Milk?" Hilde called back to Duo.

Quatre gave Duo a withering glare as he was drug from the apartment. "You're sleeping on the floor tonight," he hissed.

"I'll have him ready in fifteen minutes!"

"See ya Quat." Duo waved after them, completely unrepentant. Then he sighed and rubbed his hands together. It was time to get ready. He donned a tight-fitting black shirt with wedges cut out of the shoulders, then soft, black leather pants that took much ass-wiggling to get into, adorned by a studded, leather belt. His boots were thick shin-high things, covered in decorative buckles. He slid his wrist through a stack of silver bangle bracelets and slipped a necklace with an ornate silver cross on over his head, pausing to curse when it caught on his braid.

Then he applied a small amount of glittery-black eyeliner to make his eyes a little more cat-shaped and viola, he was ready for a night on the town! Despite the fact that they were going to be on the job, Duo fully intended on some real clubbing while at Blue boy and he hoped he could get Quatre onto the dance floor.

Flashing a grin at the mirror, Duo mentally complemented himself on his looks and headed over to Hilde's to gather Quatre. Hilde looked him over appreciatively as she let him in. "Nice digs, you sure you're working tonight? You're going to have to beat them off with a stick."

Duo shrugged, grinning smugly. "They'll just have to deal. With a hot little number like Q-man as my date, why would I need anyone else?"

"How romantic," Quatre called out teasingly.

Duo turned to face him and couldn't help but run his eyes over the image his friend presented. Quatre was wearing the outfit they'd picked out, but Hilde had added a few accessories. A hemp, beaded choker adorned his white throat while a matching braclet hung more loosely on his wrist. Shimmer dust sparkeled on his cherub cheeks and collar bone and in his soft blonde hair. If it weren't for the look the blonde was giving him, Quatre would've looked absolutely angelic.

Quatre was staring, he knew he was but he couldn't help it! Duo looked so-molestable, it was hard not to. The belt draped over his hips suggestively, and the shirt tantilized with the bare shoulders. Quatre thought of Lestat and smiled. Yes, that's what Duo looked like, a vampire sex-god.

Duo smirked and spread his arms invitingly. "Well?"

"Hilde's right, you're going to have to beat them off," Quatre told his friend.

The braided youth smirked wider and ran his eyes over Quatre again. The blonde had to repress the urge to shudder under the look.

"Speak for yourself Q-man. You'll have every border-line pedophile after you tonight."

Quatre wrinkled his nose and glared at his friend. "Great, just what I've always wanted."

Duo laughed. "That expression isn't helpin', just makes you cuter."

Quatre couldn't argue with that. Cuteness was one of his main weapons, and it was almost disgustingly effective. "Come on, we're going to be late," he said instead, grabbing Duo's hand and leading him towards the door.

On thier way out to the car, he looked over his friend's skin-tight outfit and frowned. "Dare I ask where you're carrying your gun?"

Duo's grin was downright evil as he pressed up against Quatre. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he purred suggestively.

The blonde blushed despite himself and pushed his friend away. "Duo!"

The incorrigable youth laughed and got into the car. "It's in my boot Quat."