Disclaimer: Please note that I do not own the Gundam Wing characters. However, the literature is mine. This story was originally written for a different fandom but I have decided to rewrite it for the GW fandom. I hope you can enjoy the story for what it is and I definitely welcome any constructive criticism you may have.
Main Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5
Rated: M
Warning: AU, Dark, Vampire, Romance, Lemon
LUXEVAR
By Solo's Cry (soloscry)
+| chapter one |+
Sensual hips glided effortlessly across the soft leather sofa to settle themselves against his thigh, a pale gloved hand slid along the black of his pants.
Trowa didn't move when a warm seductive voice whispered, a light heat fluttering across the sensitive curve of his ear, "Waiting for someone?"
Trowa wordlessly flung the offending hand off of his lap, giving the beautiful boy a brief glance before turning back to stare off towards the dance floor.
A sharp smile, "Anti-social?" The boy leaned closer, caressing the lower part of Trowa's navel, "I like that..." He ran his gloved hand up Trowa's chest , "My name is Quatre."
Trowa remained silent.
His assailant was small and compact, dressed revealingly in black, leaving little to the imagination. Sharp blue eyes were outlined with dark kohl, lips shimmering with gloss. Parts of his slender waist was bare, the soft skin of his collarbone glinting under the nightclub's flashy lights. Trowa abruptly stood up, moving through the erratically moving crowd towards the exit.
He didn't belong here.
"Hey Barton! Where ya goin', man?" His friend squeezed past a few dancers to reach him, "I saw that cutie tryin' ta hook up with ya, why'd you run off?"
Trowa stopped and gave his classmate a shrug, "It's late."
"Who the fuck cares! You gotta live a little..."
Trowa waved an uninterested hand and resumed his walk towards the iron door, "You have fun and I'll see you tomorrow."
His friend watched him walk away and hollered, "Barton! I'm gonna get you to let loose one of these days!"
Trowa pushed through the exit, walking briskly passed the bouncers towards the underground parking lot.
It is almost midnight.
He unlocked his sleek graphite-colored sports car, opening the door and sliding into its cool confines. Upon turning on the engine, the interior glowed as a stream of neon outlined his dashboard and his custom speakers blasted. A mixture of classical and rock.
He is Trowa Barton. A person of logic. He rarely spared a single moment for freedom or excitement. His sole purpose in his adolescent life was to enhance his family status and enlarge the already towering company his father had secured in his name.
Of course… only a scant handful of trustworthy individuals knew that he actually didn't have a father.
Or any adolescence for that matter.
The mahogany desks were shiny under the calculated brightness of the laboratory light.
Multiple colors of various liquids bubbled in clear white flasks as a pair of goggled eyes peered curiously at the questionable substance sitting dully at the bottom of a clamped test tube.
Wufei straightened from his bent position, walking towards a stabilized area of the room to discard the useless experiment in a waste deposit bin.
He dusted his hands on his pristine white lab coat.
There was still no sign of a cure.
If it had been a disease, he would've been able to find the solution by now.
"Wufei…"
He turned towards the slightly cracked open door and nodded, "Come in." He tiredly slipped off the lab coat, the stiff gray dress shirt and dark black pants visible once more, "Is there something you need?"
Duo smiled as Wufei moved to slip into his distinctive academy blazer, he entered and closed the door softly behind him, "No."
Wufei's eyes narrowed, a playful smile lighting up his face, "Oh? What's with all this happiness I see coming off of you?"
Duo shrugged, silently making his way to one of the tall stools sitting next to the mahogany desks, "Nothing… except that…" He tried to hide a smirk, the black-liner accentuating the size of his eyes as he shifted his gaze to Wufei, "I finally found him."
"Human?"
"Human."
"Bounty?"
"Preferably not. Though if he was, I'd already be dead."
"Are you going to go through with what the Master said?" Wufei lightly smoothed a hand carefully over the top of his head, tightening the band keeping his black shoulder-length hair out of his face, "Do you think he will fall for it?"
"Fall for it?" Duo laughed, his melodic voice soothing against the dark wood walls, "He'll plummet. And I'll even make sure he enjoys the descent."
Wufei sighed, "Confident much?" He turned all of the flames off, lightly capping the brewed liquids, "Though I'm not surprised. You're always so self-assured."
"For the centuries you've known me, I would hope so." Duo leaned forward on his elbows, watching as Wufei dutifully cleaned the laboratory, "And if I wasn't confident… I doubt the Master would have chosen me."
"Confidence…beauty...brains..."
"Precisely." Duo stood up, his expression suddenly analyzing, "… are you okay? You don't look very healthy."
Wufei laughed with a nervous shake of his head, he shrugged, "Just tired."
Duo narrowed his eyes, "Have you been feeding?"
Wufei sighed and began pulling Duo towards the rich-wooden door, "I'm fine, stop worrying. I've been alive just as long as you have."
"You would tell me if something was wrong right?"
Wufei nodded and changed the subject, "So what was the real reason for your visit today? You usually only come by to scold me."
"Oh… well, I was going to ask you to talk to your boyfriend for me."
Wufei raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"…" Duo gave Wufei a side glance, "Because… the human I have been looking for is his student aide."
Wufei's eyes widened, "You want me to ask him to hook you up with Heero?"
"Yep."
"You do know that Treize doesn't like me being around you as it is…"
Duo shrugged, "And now we know why, don't we?" Shaking his head, Duo gave Wufei a once-over worriedly, "With how weak you have been looking, he probably thinks I am feeding off of you."
"Well, if that's the case, then I doubt this matchmaking is going to work out."
"That's why you won't say my name…"
"…" Wufei released a breath, his mouth opening. He quickly closed it and looked away.
Duo bumped his shoulder against Wufei's, "I only need one night. And it'll be over with."
Wufei didn't answer immediately, his expression darkening, "Do you think Treize is one of them?"
"I don't mean to sound like the old hag that I am but…" Duo clasped his hand with the other's as they walked down the empty corridor of the science wing, "If he doesn't like me because he thinks he knows something about me… what do you think will happen when he starts to think he knows something about you?"
"He's been locking himself up in that laboratory for weeks now. I don't know what he's up to. Keeps talking about some cure or something."
Heero sighed, looking down at his hands as Treize continued to ramble, "Do you think he's just thinking up an excuse to avoid me? I mean… who in their right mind, at his age, would immerse himself into the world of Einstein… willingly?"
Treize shook his head in disbelief, trailing off into his own thoughts. After a short moment, he turned, "Are you listening to me?"
Heero grunted in response.
"Well, answer me."
They sat at one of the numerous stone tables in the courtyard, a few dozen other students walked to and from the food hall. Talking, laughing…
Heero turned around to face the outside, leaning his back against the stone table, "What it sounds like to me… is that Chang Wufei and Duo Maxwell are more than just… friends."
Not what Treize wanted to hear, "What?" Treize paused, nodding back to a group of female students who stopped to greet him. He ignored their squeals and turned his attention back to Heero, "What did you just say?"
"Who knows, maybe Wufei's one of them."
Treize's cerulean eyes narrowed, "If he was one, I would know."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive. So don't go killing him behind my back." Treize forced another smile as students stopped to greet him again and he waved them off quickly, "Go get your dinner, kids. I'm off the clock."
Heero watched as the students pouted and allowed himself to roll his eyes. Treize was too popular for his own good. He could only imagine what the gossip pool would be like if anyone found out Treize was sleeping with one of his honor students.
"Why don't you test him?"
"Because I'm positive he's not one of those freaks."
Heero didn't answer, his eyes shifting towards one of the entrances to the main building.
Out emerged a tired Wufei with Duo securely on his arm. They were talking quietly about something. Wufei looked exhausted, his face paler than usual, while Duo was animatedly chattering with a smile on his face.
They truly were candy to the eyes. It was beyond any of the students how either of them got away with having their uniform so tight.
Treize wordlessly got to his feet, "I'll be back."
Heero nodded, his thoughts deepening. He didn't lie when he voiced his suspicion. On a different level, the boy was just as peculiar as Duo. Just as beautiful, just as worldly… possibly, just as sexy and seductive in motion and speech.
No matter how mature someone his age becomes… there was just a certain limit that no one could possibly surpass… unless something supernatural wallowed in its wake.
Though, that mere thought didn't change the fact that his suspicions were just suspicions in the end.
He couldn't actually prove Wufei, or even Duo for that matter, was one of them. But until Heero confirmed that they truly existed and resided here…
He couldn't really do anything about it.
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