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"Dance with the Devil "Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Of course they’re mine. Everything
else belongs to me, why shouldn’t they? Pairings: 1x5x2x1x5…or something like that.
3x4 established. Rating: R. Definitely. Well, pretty definitely… Spoilers: Iie. Warnings: Lemon, violence, language, AU, questionable
humor…come on people, I wrote it, that’s warning enough.
A bit of a POV change after the first chapter. My betas
insist that I put a spew warning on this too. *grin* Betas: Velvet and Caitilin Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries and honordemandoren.livejournal.com
Author’s Notes: ::mental telepathy:: *emphasized*
"Dance with the Devil" Part Four: Lovers
The little old lady that was at the desk had probably never been sweet talked in her life. She looked like a bulldog, and more than ready to take a bite out of you if you dared to approach. Me, I dared. “Hello, beautiful.” I gave her my most charming smile, leaning slightly against the counter. “How are you on this incredible day?” Somewhat to my surprise she blushed like a young girl. “Oh go on. What do you need young man?” My smile widened a notch. I love dealing with women. They were so malleable with a bit of flattery. “Well, I need to look at the blue prints of certain buildings.” “Oh certainly. All the building plans are stored by area.” “Ah, intelligent as well as beautiful!” Somewhere in the back of my head I felt Wufei gag slightly. I still wasn’t quite used to being able to ‘listen’ to my partners. The sneaky little rats hadn’t warned me that once I was truly bonded to them, we’d have a telepathic bond as well. I had discovered it after spending a day of being gloriously naked and sweaty, and hadn’t really stopped using it since much to my lovers’ dismay. Now it was just freaking handy. “So, where would Libra be?” “This way.” She ushered me toward a back corner and paused in the middle of an aisle. “They are all stored first by location, then by the architect.” I nodded to show that I was listening, but my eyes fastened on a cabinet at the end of the aisle, with a rather impressive looking lock on it. I let her ramble on a little, telling her that I was looking into architecture used on churches. “If all the plans are on the shelves, what’s in the cabinet?” “Oh, those plans are never to be seen,” she told me in a conspiratorial whisper. “Too many people have been murdered over them. It’s safer to leave them locked up.” Bingo. I let her pull a few plans for me, went to a table, and pretended to look at them. As soon as she was out of sight, I walked back to the aisle, all casual ease. When I was sure no one was watching I took a lock pick from my braid and set to work. Let me just say this; appearances are deceiving. The lock snapped open with only a minimal amount of effort on my part. The one I wanted was on the very bottom of course. I unrolled it a bit to take a peak, just to make sure I had the right one. From the little Quatre had told me, I was guessing I had the right one. It certainly looked big and complicated enough. This was not your normal honeymoon cottage. ‘Okay guys, let’s boogie.’ I felt an acknowledgement from both of them. It was at that moment in time that a minor little detail that I had failed to consider reared its head. Trivial thing, really. No one could blame me for forgetting that there were still two assassin guilds after my hide. I had barely made it into the common room when instinct had me jerking to the right and rolling behind a table for cover. In that move, I had enough time to see that there were three assassins, and all armed with whips, swords…and a thrice cursed crossbow. As Heero would say, K’so. I kept moving until I had regained my feet. My eyes flicked toward the exits and this time I felt that something stronger than a k’so was needed. All the ground exits were blocked. Normally this wouldn’t faze me, but they all had crossbows. I can’t do much with crossbows. They’re rather difficult to dodge. I decided to put to use the nifty little side-effect of being a partner to two supernatural shifters. ‘Hey guys?’ ::We see them.:: Wufei answered curtly. I’ve gotta love those two. I had barely gotten the message when I heard crunching noises and screams outside. Ah. Wufei must have gone into dragon mode. Well, at least I don’t have to worry about feeding him later… The three facing me panicked and started advancing. I panicked and headed for the only available option I had open to me. Which happened to be a staircase leading up. I took the stairs three at a time, Wufei complaining in the back of my head about how weak the assassins were and a little too boney as well. I told him to shut up and burst through a door, stumbling out onto the roof. Oookay. Not what I was expecting. I slammed the door shut behind me, smashing one of them in the nose and sending at least two people tumbling back down the way they had come. Not a bad maneuver. I have to remember that one. Still, I had only gotten rid of two. One of them had still managed to follow me up here. And there was another waiting for me. It was my bad luck that I was only armed with two daggers. ‘Ah, guys? I could use some help here.’ ::Location.:: I rolled my eyes. One of these days I’m going to train Heero to talk in complete sentences. We’ll probably both be old and stooped over, and only have enough energy to grab at each other’s butts, but I will manage it. ‘Roof.’ I can speak Heero-ese too. ::Acknowledged.:: While this little tête-à-tête had been going on, I had dodged a knife thrown at me, scrambled out of reach of one sword and ducked behind some kind of low rise to avoid a whip. Being defenseless sucks. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Heero pop up, flying towards me. The other two saw his approach as well and started to close in. Ah screw it, I don’t wanna play with them. With a burst of speed I took off towards the edge of the roof. “Hey, Heero! CATCH!” “NANI?!” Heero looks rather cute when he panics. Just thought you might want to know. That ‘nani’ didn’t bode well for me. I might go splat if Heero didn’t get his tail in action. I didn’t relish the idea of having a broken leg or two, but I had built up too much momentum to stop. Oh well, at least I have two hotties to pamper me while I’m laid up. That’s assuming that they don’t kill me for pulling a stupid stunt like this— Fortunately, Heero pulled himself together and managed to catch me around the waist a second after my feet hit empty air. I was caught tightly to his chest as he veered sharply away from the building. “Baka.” There was a definite growl to his voice. Oops. Looks like I’m in trouble. “What kind of insanity was that?” “Uh…I’d call it Gravity vs. Assassins.” The only response to that was another growl. “You tell Wuffers to pull out?” “Hn.” That was the yes kind of hn so I started looking around for a black dragon. ‘Hey Wuffers, you still snacking on people? You’ll spoil your dinner if you keep that up.’ The reply he gave me wasn’t at all polite, so I’m not gonna repeat it. Hoping to get them in a better mood, I kept talking. ‘I’ve got the blueprints.’ ::You will not wriggle out of this, Duo.:: Ah crap. They’ve gone into mother-hen mode. The flight back home was heavy with silence, and only interrupted with glares and unintelligible mutters in my direction. I figured they were waiting until we were in a safe location before they attempted to pound some sense into me. Quatre was waiting for us on the roof. His face was a model of eloquent surprise as he took in the other forms of my partners. “I see that there was a bit of trouble.” “Yeah.” I got my feet back underneath me and handed him the plans. “Those stupid assassin guilds tracked me down somehow. Anyway, I think that’s it.” Quatre unrolled it far enough to get a good look, then nodded. “Yes, it is. Good work. Ah…” He looked at Heero and Wufei for a moment then gestured me closer, lowering his voice. “What did you do? They look ready to string you up by your braid.” “Well, I got into a bit of a spot on the library roof. And I couldn’t really defend myself, so I ah…kinda jumped and told ‘Ro to catch me.” Quatre blinked. “You what?!” “I jumped and told ‘Ro to catch me.” I repeated, as neutrally as I possibly could. Quatre’s eyes pinched shut and he rubbed at one temple as if a headache was coming on. “Duo. I went through a lot of trouble to get you, and I will not be pleased if you somehow manage to kill or cripple yourself.” “Heh. Ah, I wasn’t really planning on doing either one. I knew that ‘Ro would catch me.” “I didn’t,” Heero snapped. “Look, if it makes you feel any better, I promise to never do anything like that to you again, alright?” “I’ll hold you to that.” Heero really wasn’t happy with me. I think I scared him pretty bad. I snuggled up next to him and nuzzled against his jaw. “Thanks for catching me,” I whispered. He grunted, but one arm went around my waist to hold me in place so apparently he was on the road to forgiving me. Wufei snorted, blowing hot breath all around the roof. ::I’m going to change. Heero, make SURE that he behaves.:: I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. “That’s insulting. I only did it cause I didn’t have a choice.” Don’t ask me how, but Wufei managed to give me a Look that said ‘I don’t trust you out of my sight’ despite the fact that he was in dragon form. It didn’t matter what I said, anyway, because Heero nodded in acknowledgement and secured my braid in his fist. Quatre was giving us a very serious scrutiny. “Duo, I think we’ll talk about the plans tomorrow. Right now, you need to find your balance with them again.” Yeah, no kidding. “I’ll have dinner sent up to your room,” the little blond continued smoothly. His eyes flickered to my lovers as he added wryly, “Later. Much later.” I gave him a Look of my own. “Do I need to call Trowa to distract you?” The blood-sucking little hentai just grinned at me. Grrrr… ~*~*~*~ *inarticulate scream of frustration from backyard* |
