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)
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Soft lips ghosted across the column of his neck, a moisture sliding down over his collarbone as a pair of equally soft hands caressed the line of taunt muscle on his chest…trailing down idly towards the seam of his pants…
Heero's eyes shifted from behind closed lids, twisting and turning in his stiff bed sheets.
The body draped over his was as cold as ice. Within the illusions of his dreams he could see a face… beautiful large eyes framed delicately by lush dark lashes… gentle lips parting as their owner breathed… "Remember this, Heero…"
Treize sat up groggily from across the room they both shared off-campus. He looked over to Heero's bed and watched as the other boy groaned, beads of sweat prickling the skin of his forehead, "Heero?"
"Promise me… promise me, you'll remember."
Heero turned, pressing his face against his pillow, his mouth moving as if to speak.
His arms wrapped around the petite figure in his arms, the icy skin a harsh contrast to his own… he wanted to embrace him forever… to warm him of his chill…
Treize gently shook Heero, his other hand coming up to rub his own eyes, "Are you alright, Heero?"
Heero's breathing was slightly labored, his eyes restless behind the thin skin of his eyelids, words moved past his lips, raspy at first… but getting clearer… "I promise…"
Treize raised an eyebrow, leaning closer.
"I'll always remember… Duo…"
Treize stared, the darkness of the room hiding the sleeping figure of his friend. After a short moment of shock, Treize quickly shook Heero harshly awake, "Heero, wake up!"
Heero groaned again, turning over onto his stomach, "Get off of me, Treize... I'm trying to sleep."
Treize glared at Heero's messy head, "Well I'm not the one dreaming about screwing vampires, Heero."
That got his attention. Heero's eyes cracked open, "Huh?"
Treize moved back to sit onto his own bed, "What are you dreaming about? Promising things to Duo?"
Heero sat up onto his elbows, rubbing sleep from his eyes, "I… don't remember."
"We kill bloodsuckers, not fuck them."
Heero pushed himself up, swinging his legs over to the side. He ran a hand through his hair with sigh, "I know... I've been getting these weird ass dreams."
Do you think he's messing with you?"
Heero shrugged, "Maybe." He got up onto his feet and crossed the dark room to the quiet bathroom, "Whatever it is... I need a cold shower."
The sky rippled with dark thundering clouds, beckoning to the upcoming malicious squall.
Stars were obscured, the moon enveloped by dark black fingers of an eternal galaxy… bright streaks of electricity spread across the horizon before penetrating the earth with rumbles of promised destruction.
Beneath the chaos lay his home. Lonely and quiet. Colossal… beautiful… pristine and alluring, the bulk of its columns rising above the ground in between the throes of tall red wood trees…
Quatre silently entered the back door, a servant quickly greeting him and taking his coat, "Sir, your father wishes to see you."
Quatre rolled his eyes, his tight leather outfit sealed against his skin, "Tell him I have nothing to say to him."
The servant eyed the bare expanse of Quatre's glittered back as the boy made his way up the large staircase, "Your father demands your presence the moment you've returned."
Quatre waved the servant off, "I'll see him later."
The seductive line of his body was intense, the young men under his servitude eyeing him with want and lust, holding back only in fear of losing their hard-earned position in the prestigious household.
Quatre Raberba Winner, the son of the headmaster of the All-Boys Academy, Ohne Tageslicht. The headmaster of the school sworn to the lord hidden from the Sun during the medieval ages…
"Sir, your father wishes to see you…"
Quatre ignored the servant, passing a few dozen others who stood disgruntled as he breezed past them without a second glance back.
He could really care less what his father had to say.
A large hand grabbed his arm, halting him abruptly, "Your father. Now."
Quatre turned, jerking his arm out of the bodyguard's hand, "Tell him to fuck off." He pushed the large man away and resumed his walk towards his room, "I have nothing more to say to him." I said my last words to him three years ago. And that is all he deserves.
"There is someone else here to see you as well." The man glared down at him, "I suggest you go now."
Quatre turned, the leather shimmering under the dim lamplight as thunder struck near grounds, his scantily clad body turning swiftly to face his handsome guard, "Why must you pester me, Daniel? You know why I don't want to see him."
"Yes." The tall man stared down at him, his toned arms crossing, "However, selling your body every night is not the way to earn money, Quatre."
"I need the money to get out of this hell-hole."
"Get a more decent job."
Quatre glared, his lithe body sliding past the man in front of him back towards the staircase, "I'm leaving."
"You really are a spoiled brat, aren't you?"
A new voice. Deep and commanding.
Quatre froze, his eyes widening, "You."
Leaning languidly on the staircase's rich railing was another tall figure. His eyes were sharp, an idle smirk on his handsome face, "Don't act so surprised… the look on your face now is unbecoming to the look you gave me last night, Quatre."
Suddenly a feeling of shame washed over Quatre's mind. Dark leather and kohl-lined eyes was his exterior… an exterior he adapted a year ago, without remorse and without a shred of doubt.
But now… he wished he was dressed in an innocent pair of pajamas in front of this demeaning man.
"Who are you?"
The tall gorgeous man shared a look with the bodyguard behind him, his features softening, "Daniel asked me to come."
Quatre's eyebrows furrowed, "Why?"
Daniel stepped forward, the air around him crackling with an unseen force, "Because I want you to start attending the Academy."
"You have no authority over me. You're just a bodyguard."
"I need not the authority."
Quatre paused, his skin prickling, a chill running up his spine as a realization dawned heavily onto his mind, "How did you know about what I do at night, Daniel?"
Daniel smiled, a gleam intensifying his gaze, "Let's just say I have the ability to see through the eyes of those I command... and I have a brilliant sense of smell."
The tall man leaning on the railing stood, "I was called upon… if I had known you would be so much trouble, I would have just killed you last night."
Daniel gently laid a hand on the tall man's shoulder, easing him back, "Beginning next week, you will follow Trowa Barton and adapt to the environment of school. Learn, study, and make something of yourself." Daniel smiled, "He is the President of the Student Body. You will find presence quite enriching."
The tall man straightened, the look on his face foreboding, "But don't cause any trouble. I detest spoiled brats like you."
Daniel turned to him, a light smile gracing his lips, "I apologize for pulling you back into our circle once again, Barton."
Trowa wordlessly turned, descending the stairs, "Don't apologize after you've already done it. You're in charge. Just make sure the brat stays out of my way."
Daniel shrugged with a large smile lighting up his face, the conversation giving him a nostalgic feeling.
Quatre stared, "Hey, I didn't agree to this."
Daniel quickly turned to face Quatre, a stern expression firmly in place, "Go see your father, Quatre. Before those old eyelids begin to close…"
The commotion rupturing his concentration was beginning to spread a mild ache through the upper half of his temple. The noise had been steadily getting louder… sharper…
Trowa shut his eyes, his hand coming up to massage the side of his head.
Literature simply required absolute silence, a time where one's mind could settle and embrace the words with an open mind… to absorb and understand… appreciate and cherish...
Trowa gently closed the thick book in front of him, pushing himself away from the table to stand.
He could feel the eyes of a few envious students around him. Their eyes trailing down the length of his tall, toned body… and idolizing the black uniform settled neatly against his body.
Trowa turned away, softly replacing the book onto a shelf. An All-Boys School tended to be on the odd end of the spectrum at times.
The Elite surface was flawless… but the deterioration underneath…
Underneath is where boys sought for each other's comfort during the twilight of the night... amongst other things, of course.
Trowa smirked.
The disturbance outside rose tenfold, moving Trowa, once again, away from his thoughts.
Though irritation was no longer a feeling that piqued at his present psyche, a tiny resemblance of the human feeling was beginning to seep through the façade he had worked so hard to achieve… a feeling of annoyance throbbing at the back of his head… pounding as if he actually had the blood that was required for one to have a headache.
The few dozen or so students sitting around him remained undisturbed by the noise that only he could hear from such a great distance. They sat quietly, their glasses perched high on their noses as they studied.
Trowa made his exit, his long legs propelling him closer to the chaos a mile or so ahead.
The fact that he could hear it from so far away, through the thick stone walls of the castle, made him increasingly curious as to what could possibly be so chaotic.
The students at the Academy rarely caused much uproar, a reason that had eventually solidified his decision to attend the traditional school in the first place…
He wanted peace and quiet. Was that too much to ask?
He pushed the large doors, moving swiftly through and into the courtyard. The sun was still high in the sky, the heat thick in the bristling wind.
Combined whispers of the hundreds of students crowding the courtyard caused a loud, uncomfortable ringing to pierce his ears.
Apparently… silence is a skill only the undead could master. For beings with such short life spans, it was obviously too hard of a task… especially ones of this premature stage.
With a slight cringe, he continued forward towards the center of the frantic crowd, his eyes quickly adjusting to the extreme lightness of the sky.
Students backed away as he neared, providing him a passageway towards the three motionless figures near the Eastern exit.
He could hear the students address him, their words hurried and hysterical. All the words began to mold together in unintelligible phrases, the throb in his head increasing as murmurs merged into speak. With a grim expression, he looked on.
With every second that passes, the world enters an even more spoiled age. Tradition rotting before elderly eyes as youth reforms…
Trowa paused and finally set his gaze upon the three people at the center of the hysterical crowd. One was unconscious on the floor. The unconscious one was dead. Or... at least appeared to be.
Even through the cacophony of the courtyard, Trowa could not sense a heartbeat... nor hear one. The other two figures now huddled together, one holding the unconscious one, the other standing.
Trowa neared, surveying the scene, his voice loud and with authority, "What happened?"
The one standing answered, his voice hesitant, "He fainted." He looked towards Trowa, his beautiful violet eyes wide and unsure, "He needs to feed."
Trowa raised an eyebrow at the strange wording before stepping closer. He analyzed the scene carefully, noticing for the first time that an older male was the one holding the body, "You should take him to the infirmary. The nurse will know what to do."
"No, she won't."
Trowa raised an eyebrow at the standing boy, "What?"
The boy standing narrowed his eyes, moving closer to draw the unconscious boy away from the man holding him, "He needs to return to his room and out of the sun."
The hold was not relinquished by the young man cradling the body, instead, it tightened, "Stay away from him."
The standing boy, "The more time you spend hating me, the further Wufei is straying from us."
Trowa sighed. One would expect that being the Student Body President would subject one to being remembered and treated with some kind of respect. But here he was, completely ignored.
At least during this time he managed to analyze and understand the present situation.
Trowa stepped forward again, gathering the unconscious one out of the angry man's arms, "I will take him myself. You may follow if you wish."
He had hoped he would never meet creatures like these again.
He could not feel nor hear a single heartbeat. No warmth. No life.
Only power and energy.
The one standing followed him closely as he re-entered the Academy walls.
Dark pressed slacks were seated comfortably on the boy's lithe waist, the length of the pants fitted closely to his shapely legs… encasing his body sensually without being repulsive.
Trowa continued to move forward, sensing quick steps behind him as the Instructor scrambled to follow.
The corridors of the silent castle were brightly lit, students quietly ambling through without a single word, sounds of their footsteps echoing gently on the dark wooden walls.
The Academy held no rule against noise within the ancient structure, no command for any mandatory silence. However, the students felt more at ease when not a single word was uttered. When the quiet enabled them to hear every little sound… just in case an abnormal one arose...
Trowa adjusted the light body in his arms, turning to give a dull look to the beautiful boy on his right, "Your name?"
The boy acknowledged him, a hidden smirk gracing the feminine face, "My name is Duo Maxwell."
Trowa raised an eyebrow.
Having met two vampires in one day had already breached Trowa's record for this century but having met the betrothed of the Master himself was just numbing.
With a grunt, he continued to walk, turning to look over to the fuming man on his other side, "And you?"
"Treize Khushrenada."
Ah. The Instructor Trowa has been avoiding. Great.
If the Gods wanted to piss him off so badly, they didn't have to go this far.
Trowa grunted again. Their walk remained silent until they reached the infirmary.
When they reached the large wooden doors, Trowa nudged the door open with his shoulder, "Duo Maxwell, stay with me. And Instructor Khushrenada, I believe your night classes are about to start?"
Treize stood his ground, "I won't leave Wufei with him."
"You aren't leaving him with him. You're leaving him with me." Trowa sighed, "Nothing will happen." Without another word, Trowa motioned Duo to enter first and followed him, shutting the door.
Duo glanced over his shoulder, "He hasn't been feeding."
Trowa nodded soundlessly, gently laying Wufei onto the high table, "What are you two doing here?"
"I was sent by Daniel recently, to find the bounties. Wufei, however, has been here ever since he left the Order."
"That's understandable." Trowa sighed, "Since that's exactly what I did."
Duo watched as Trowa opened a hidden drawer on the dark wood walls, a freezer of some kind, fog emitting from the small box, "You have a blood supply?"
"Of course. You didn't think I fed from the students, did you?" Trowa gently lifted a bag, its clear plastic doing nothing to obscure the deep red liquid inside, "Why hasn't he been feeding?"
Duo shrugged one shoulder, motioning a hand lazily to the door, "Treize is his boyfriend. The bastard hates me..."
"Why is a vampire dating a bounty?"
Duo glanced at him, "Well... we weren't sure if he was one."
Trowa met his eyes, "He works with Heero."
"They haven't killed any of us."
"That's because they aren't sure whether or not we exist. They are getting closer to finding out." Trowa took a deep breath, piercing Wufei's vein with a needle, "Whatever it is, it's best to leave them alone."
"Wufei loves him."
"It doesn't matter. Survival is key. Love is for those who still breathe. We're dead. Our hearts no longer beat for anyone, not even ourselves."
Duo crossed his arms, his eyes watching the body on the table, "We may be dead... but Wufei is serious. I cannot stand here and belittle what he feels."
"If he refuses to feed, he will fade." Trowa burned the empty plastic bag, turning to dispose the needle, "He may not be a part of the Order anymore, but if he passes out again, we will all be at risk. If a human finds out..."
Duo cut him off, "I know. But Wufei will not listen to me."
"Then he will have to answer to Daniel."
Treize walked mindlessly through the deep corridors to the Western side of the Academy.
That was the second time Wufei had passed out this week.
The boy was so frail... he barely had the energy to talk. He ate absolutely nothing, coping himself in the laboratory every second out of the classroom... refusing to see anyone, or go anywhere.
What the hell was he trying to figure out anyways? A cure? A cure for what?
Treize passed a crowd of students leaving for evening classes, maneuvering around them towards the entrance of his corridor.
His eyes narrowed as his thoughts drifted back to Duo Maxwell.
That boy had transferred from some unknown school a few months back. Sauntering in and taking over every free moment of Wufei's time...
He had been a nuisance at first, but now... now Treize knew there was something more behind what he felt.
Somewhere along the lines... the jealousy and the possessiveness he felt had begun to mold and fade into a different emotion...
An emotion he had never thought he'd feel over someone so petite and harmless.
Fear.
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