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*** WARNING: alternative-reality, yaoi, semi-darkfic
*** (potential lemon in future parts)
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Wufei couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Duo as the Deathscythe pilot headed toward the bar. A mere glance from those indigo eyes was enough to cause one of the drinkers to hastily vacate his barstool and offer it to the leather-clad teenager.
He was so caught up with watching Duo, he failed to notice the tall, austerely handsome dark-haired man walking up behind him and the OZ general. The Chinese pilot jumped in surprise as the stranger spoke in an amused aristocratic voice.
"Treize, I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation," the dark-haired man said.
Out of the stranger's sight, Treize's fingers tightened warningly on Wufei's arm as he calmly replied, "Crawford."
The man chuckled and said, "Come, come. No need to be so formal. As an old schoolmate, you're certainly welcome to use my first name."
"Well, then. Hello, Matthias. It's been a long time."
Wufei froze as soon as he recognized the name Matthias Crawford and cursed his luck. The man was a close associate to their target, so he couldn't afford to let his cover slip. Wufei discretely gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and kept his mouth shut as Crawford examined him a moment with penetrating, ice blue eyes.
"Is this young man the flavor of the week? Or is he your new pet project, Treize?"
The OZ general gave the other man a nonchalant shrug, but didn't reply.
"Already tired of that spectacular blond pilot on your staff?" With a faintly malicious smile, Crawford added, "Tell me, do you make him wear that fancy silver mask just so you can keep him to yourself? I remember that you were always the notoriously possessive sort."
"I never liked sharing my toys, Matthias. And I still don't," Treize drawled.
Crawford's lips twitched in a faint smile as he eyed Wufei. "That's a pity. I won't mind trying this one out."
"I'm afraid you'd be too much for him. He's rather new to all this."
"I guessed as much. There's a certain look in his eye...."
"He is somewhat high-spirited," the OZ general blandly commented.
"And do I detect a certain lack of discipline?"
Treize murmured, "Oh, let me assure you that he's very disciplined, Matthias... in his own way. Aren't you, Wufei?"
Wufei, through immense effort, managed to remain outwardly still and docile even as Treize casually placed his hand on the back of Wufei's neck. However inwardly, the Chinese pilot was seething furiously.
That bastard is ENJOYING this! But underneath the anger was a faint shiver of anxiety and perhaps fear. Treize seemed entirely too comfortable with the whole decadent scene around them....
Apparently losing interest in Wufei, Crawford glanced across the nightclub toward the bar and said, "Fascinating. To think that someone so young...."
Treize followed Crawford's gaze as the man stared at the spectacular braided teenager dressed in crimson silk and black leather.
"Yes. Rather striking, isn't he?"
"He stands out like a diamond in a coal pile. He's nothing like these weekend dilettantes, with their precious safewords and rules. Poseurs, all of them. No, he's the real thing... like us, Treize."
"What, are you interested in making him your new protege?" Treize murmured.
Crawford chuckled. "Not exactly. I have the strange feeling that even I could learn a thing or two from this young man, despite his age. See how he dominates the people around him, just with a look. He doesn't even have to say a word and they're still practically falling over themselves to fulfill his every desire."
"Rather reminds me of a border collie manipulating sheep," Treize noted as he absently ran a finger up and down the side of Wufei's throat.
Even as they watched, a young woman dressed in nothing more than a few strategically placed rubber straps crawled toward Duo on her hands and knees. Just as she was about to kiss his booted foot, the Deathscythe pilot made a barely detectable flicking gesture with the riding crop in his hand.
The young woman wilted visibly and cowered on the floor, staring at him with desperate, pleading eyes. Duo stared down at her thoughtfully, then lifted his feet slightly off the stool's footrests. In an instant, the young woman scrambled to place herself under his feet. As if it was a perfectly normal thing to do to use a near-naked woman as a footstool, Duo nonchalantly planted his booted feet on her back and continued to survey the crowd with a cool, critical violet-eyed gaze.
Far from feeling humiliated or angry, the young woman looked
ecstatic. If she had had a tail, it would have been wagging like mad.
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The mind-boggling scene he just witnessed, combined with the throbbing music and dancing lights inside the nightclub left Wufei strangely dizzy. It was as if he had stepped into some bizarre netherworld where friends become total strangers and enemies became... became what? He wondered if someone hadn't slipped something into his drink... then he remembered that he hadn't HAD anything to drink.
On anyone else, the outfit of Duo's would have been a mere costume for a night of excitement, nothing more... but by this point, Wufei had the unhappy feeling that Duo was not playing around. That horribly fascinating combination of leather and silk was no facade, but rather seemed to be a reflection of a much deeper change in the Deathscythe pilot.
Wufei also had no doubts that the leather on Duo's body was the
genuine article. Not artificial, not vat-cloned... real. Something
had died for that body-hugging leather... blood had been shed to dress
the alluring dark lord that his friend and comrade Duo Maxwell had
mysteriously become.
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The scene that had disturbed Wufei so badly only made Crawford smile. He said, "Come on, Treize. I'm rather curious about this young fellow," and started toward the bar and Duo.
"So am I, Matthias. So am I." Treize gave Wufei a cautionary look, took a firm grip on his arm, and headed after Crawford.
As they crossed the room, Wufei hissed under his breath, "What the hell are you up to, Treize?"
"I'm doing this for your own good. We can talk about it when we're alone. Now get a grip on yourself. You're going to need it," murmured Treize.
The two of them caught up with Crawford just as he reached Duo. The dark-haired man said, "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm...."
"Matthias Crawford," Duo coolly interrupted. "Part owner of the Roissy Resort."
Crawford acknowledged the teenager's words with a slight nod, then turned toward Treize. "And this is...."
"General Treize Khushrenada, of the OZ military," Duo calmly stated.
"You're well informed, Mr...?"
Duo glanced at Crawford and said evenly, "You may call me Maxwell."
Wufei couldn't suppress a faint shiver as he heard Duo speak. The lack of the familiar grin and the unusual icy terseness of the braided boy's words was disturbing enough, but Wufei had no idea that Duo's husky voice could be so... so intense.
Duo's amethyst gaze then shifted to Wufei.
Crawford smiled slightly and said, "I believe that this is General Khushrenada's... friend. If I recall correctly, Wufei is his name."
"Friend, hm?" Duo rose from the stool, then stepped off the young woman's back onto the floor. He cocked his head slightly, then started to approach Wufei.
The Chinese knew that he was supposed to act as if he and Duo were perfect strangers, but he found that he had no need to act. For all extents and purposes, the Duo Maxwell walking toward him was a perfect stranger. In the face of the Deathscythe pilot's slow, almost predatory advance, Wufei held his ground... barely.
When he was within touching distance, Duo reached out to lightly brush his fingertips along the golden skin of Wufei's right cheek.
"Exotic. And beautiful. You have excellent taste, General Khushrenada," Duo murmured softly.
Then the Deathscythe pilot smiled.
The undercurrents of hunger and anticipation that Wufei sensed in Duo's expression rattled the Shen Long pilot so much that he involuntarily retreated and ended up backing right into Treize. Compared to the familiar stranger in front of him, the OZ general was an oddly comforting presence for Wufei.
In the meantime, Crawford was saying, "A young man of your sophistication must find all this terribly boring," as he gestured vaguely at the nightclub around them. "I would like to invite you to a private party tomorrow evening. I think you'll find it considerably more... exciting. And satisfying."
Turning to Treize, Crawford said, "Of course you're invited also. And feel free to bring your young companion. I think he'll find it an enlightening experience."
Treize's lips curved upwards in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Thank you for that gracious invitation. But like I said before, I don't think Wufei's quite ready for that sort of entertainment yet."
With that faint chilling smile still on his face, Duo chuckled and said, "Too bad. I was looking forward to getting to know him better," as he idly flicked the riding crop against his leather-clad leg.
The soft words and the rhythmic smack of leather striking leather sent a shiver down Wufei's spine. Somehow, he knew Duo was not joking or bluffing. Not at all.
Crawford said, "Oh, I agree, but I know that once Treize decides to do or not do something, it's very difficult to change his mind." He smiled at Duo. "Don't worry. Let me assure you that I'll find some suitable candidates for your attentions. That is, if you're interested in my offer. I hope you are. You interest me greatly."
Duo shrugged. "Do I?"
Crawford laughed. "I like a man who knows what pleases him and who isn't afraid to do what's necessary to achieve that pleasure. And I like your style."
"Flattery indeed. In that case, I accept," Duo responded with an elegant bow.
"Excellent! Treize?"
"Perhaps, if I'm not otherwise occupied." The OZ general glanced meaningfully at Wufei, who blushed furiously.
"Of course. Then I'll let you know the details once I get everything arranged," replied Crawford.
Treize politely nodded, then said, "If you two gentlemen will excuse me, it's been a long day. Good night."
As he briskly hustled the still dazed Wufei away into the crowd,
Treize whispered in his ear, "If that's your friend, little dragon,
you don't need enemies."
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