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"Blood or Chocolate?"Written By: Karen Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of
its characters. Otherwise, the show would've been way different. Warnings: First and foremost, this fic is supposed
to be a humor fic. Shounen ai and Yaoi next. Violence, blood and gore,
supernatural elements, such as werewolves, vampires, evil leprechans,
trolls, witches, and other stuff I think of along the way. Expect
lemons, limes, death of insignificant characters, and angst. (heh!)
OZ people are also going to really intermingle with the GW boys, particularly
with Duo. Pairings: Will be 5x2, 3x4, past 5x1 (and we're
talking WAY in the past), Meizer+2/2+Meizer and everybody+2 (hey,
everyone loves Duo). Summary: Duo Maxwell is an almost average guy
in a small, rural town. He works at the only gas station for miles
around, is gorgeous, but single. He also gets harrassed by the town's
rich idiot. But what makes him different is that he's a clairvoyant;
he can read thoughts by touch or he can simply 'hear' them. Kind of
complicates matters. Yeah. So when he runs across a man whose thoughts
he can't hear, although trying to gives him nosebleeds, he decides
that that is a fair trade. That is until he finds out that the guy
isn't a typical 'guy,' and that getting involved with him only leads
to trouble...and a few dead bodies. "Blood or Chocolate?"
As I passed the pet cemetery and came upon Wufei's property,
I could hear the festive music, laughter, and the sound of clapping.
I could smell the barbequed hot dogs and burgers, and I smiled as
I saw the picnic tables covered with every side dish known to man.
I passed people I have never seen before, and it unnerved me somewhat
that they knew who I was. Many of them smiled and gave me a deep bow,
welcoming me. Others were very leery of me, bowing curtly to me as
if it was forced out of them. To these people...wolves...whatever,
I bowed deeply to them, and tried to show with my facial expression
that I was as scared of them as they were of me. They all got my message
and the tension lessened, but they wouldn't be caught alone with me
in a room. That much was guaranteed. "Ah, Mr. Maxwell." I turned around to see who said my name, and saw Darlian
limping towards me. He was dressed in what I called ‘political
clothing,' complete with a red striped tie. He had a painful smile
on his face. There was a woman helping him along that was dressed
pleasantly in a blue blouse and billowed skirt, smiling politely at
me. She was pretty in a 'rich woman' sort of way. "Mr. Darlian,
if I'm right?" "Yes you are," he said. "And this is
my mate, Mrs. Darlian." Both gave me a slight bow, and I gave
them one in return. For some reason they were surprised, and gave
me astonished looks. "What, did I do something wrong?" I asked.
"No no. It's just...usually the Privileged don't
greet members of the Pack in that manner." "The Privileged? What's that?" "You have much to learn," Darlian said, almost
to himself. "That, I will leave for the Packmaster to explain.
There will be little he'll want you to know and much that he won't."
Like hell he will. I wanted to know everything, damnit.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, changing the subject. "Better than I was," he said, surprised again.
Mrs. Darlian was surprised as well. "Thank you for asking."
He gestured to my face. "And I see that you've run into some
misfortune as well." God, I swear Wufei had Scrabble masters in his Pack.
"More like misfortune hit me in the face with a shovel. But I'll
live," I said with a shrug. "I'm not the one who got my
foot caught in a trap. I'll take running into 'misfortune' any day
over that!" He smiled at me, and I could tell it was genuine. "Yes.
I can vouch that you are correct. It wasn't a pleasant experience."
I saw him glance to the right out of the corner of his
eye. I turned to see what he was looking at, and saw a table that
had different flavors of punch on it. I turned back to him and noticed
that his forehead was slightly shiny. "Hey, do you need a drink?
Tell me what you want and I'll get it." His and Mrs. Darlian's eyes widened. What the hell did
I say now? "What?!" "I don't think it would be fitting if the Guest
of Honor were to get me a drink," he said with a chuckle. Mrs.
Darlian had her hand over her mouth, trying to hide her smile. She
was somewhat successful. "I'm the Guest of Honor?!" Heaven forbid one
of these assholes lets me know these things. "Yes," Mrs. Darlian answered, voice soft and
amused. "Well, shit!" was all I could say. The entire
party laughed, even the scared ones that wouldn't touch me with a
pole. How did they...ah, werewolves apparently have super-sonic hearing.
I bet they heard me every time I took a shit in my house. Just to the point of not giving a damn, I stomped to
the table and got three cups of fruit punch. I stomped back, and after
some juggling handed Mrs. Darlian her cup. She smiled her thanks.
I held out one for Darlian to take, while I sipped on my own. He reached
out, and-- "Duo!" I turned, looking for the person who called my name.
In my distraction my fingers brushed against Darlian's. Suddenly,
my mind was filled with gruesome images of fires, fighting, the deaths
of faceless humans at his paws, his tearing and eating of flesh, animalistic
pleasures, and visions of creatures I knew no fantasy novel in the
world could compete with. I also got one emotion: fear. Darlian was
in fact terrified of me, but I was too disoriented by the onslaught
of images to decipher why. "Duo!" This time the voice sounded alarmed,
and I recognized it as Quatre's. He sounded like he was right in my
ear. "Don't tell me you tried to--" "No, I didn't," I interrupted. "I have
learned, the hard, painful way, that trying to see what you all are
thinking is as good as hitting myself in the head with a sledgehammer.
If I want that feeling, I will in fact find a sledgehammer to hit
myself with, okay?" He smirked. "Smartass." He helped me to my
feet, held my face in his hands and quickly licked the blood from
under my nose. Damn werewolves. Who knew what kind of germs they had
in their mouths. "Will you guys stop doing that?!" Quatre laughed. "Can't help it. You taste too good
for your own good Duo." Everybody laughed. I started stomping
home. "Oh no you don't!" He grabbed the back of my pants
and started pulling me towards the front porch as I tried futilely
to go home. "The Packmaster will want to see you, and I want
some ass. You aren't going anywhere except inside." I crossed my arms and pouted, but figured that since
I was already over here, I might as well visit. As I turned around,
I saw Darlian and his mate watching me with narrowed eyes, as if studying
some potential threat. I met their eyes a bit longer. They continued
to scrutinize me. They were afraid. I filed that bit of information away, and crossed the
threshold. *** I had no idea how big this house was. The outside was
definitely masking how truly large the interior was. We could have
easily fit two of my houses in here. The bottom floor served as both
a living room and a kitchen, like in a studio apartment. The floor
was wooden, the plush couches and loveseats were red and cheerful,
with absurd colored throw pillows like orange and yellowed striped
or red and blue polka dotted tossed here and there. There was a beautiful
black and beige rug that was under the furniture to keep the chill
out of the room, and the wooden fireplace on the facing wall completed
the look. The staircase to the second floor was nearly in the middle
of the room, made of wood to match the floor. Despite the many colors
and patterns, it didn't clash at all. In fact, it looked down right
homey. I smiled. "You like?" Quatre asked with a grin. "Yeah, I do." "Good. This is Wufei's house, but his elite bodyguards
live here as well," he said, and gestured to the corners of the
room. I could faintly make out in the darkened corners, doorways that
lead to bedrooms. He pointed to the right. "In the far corner
is mine and Trowa's room." He pointed to the left, straight across.
"There is Catherine room." He pointed to the room that was
to my left, and close to the front door. "There is Mariemaia's
room." He pointed to the right, which was directly across from
Mariemaia's room. "And there is Sally's room." "Cool. But where's Heero's room?" We started for the stairs. Quatre's voice dropped to
a whisper. "No, Heero wouldn't live here. He is not one of Wufei's
bodyguards, and could never be because he's Special." Oh really? Talk about intriguing. "Why?" Quatre gave me a warning look, then softened. "I'm
sorry Duo. That is something I can not divulge." We started up
the stairs. "But I can say that Heero will be housing with the
Maguanacs, once they build their home. That will be fitting for someone
of his title." All this title nonsense was about to drive me up the
wall. "What does 'Special' mean?" He shook his head, but he was smiling. "That I
can't tell you either, but I'm certain you'll find out soon enough."
"You're not one of his bodyguards, are you?"
"Heavens no!" he laughed. "I'm not even
a werewolf." I stopped on the stairs, and stared at him. Hard. "You're
not?" He smirked, and leaned against the rail. "Nope."
I stared harder, and took stock of his eyes and hair.
Ahhh... "You were that lion last night." Quatre smiled beautifully, and nodded. "Very good
Duo." Werewolves seem to be picky, arrogant creatures. At
least that was my impression. I couldn't see how they would allow
someone that wasn't one of ‘them' into their Pack. "Then...how..."
"I am Trowa's mate," he said proudly, walking
up the last three stairs to the top. "He and I have been together
for centuries, and because of that I'm allowed to stay where he stays.
I'm also older than Wufei by...er...five hundred years, roughly, and
werewolves respect seniority." We were standing outside of a large, dark wooden door.
It was plain, but imposing. I almost shook. Everything about this
house seemed to exude...strength. "Quatre, what are you?"
He put his hand on the door handle. "That is a
story for another time." He opened the door. I was surprised at what I saw. The door opened to a
small antechamber, which was roughly about the size of a kitchen.
In the room Wufei sat on three stacks of wooden slates, slightly elevating
him from everyone else. Trowa, Heero, Rashid, Abdul and another Arabian
man I didn't recognize were there, as well as Catherine, Sally and
Mariemaia. All were on their knees, sitting back on their heels. We
obviously interrupted something. "That will be all," Wufei said with finality.
Everyone in the room immediately stood to leave. Quatre didn't waste
any time grabbing Trowa's hand and dragging him off. The others filed
out at a more sedate pace, and I was introduced to the man I didn't
recognize. His name was Auda, and he was a member of the Maguanacs
also. Naturally, he knew who I was. After that bit of fun was over, I came into the antechamber.
The door was closed behind me, and it threw the room into near blackness,
the only light that shone being the light from the bulb in the ceiling.
The bulb was red. Hey, red light special... Wufei was standing there, dressed in a blood red sleeveless
tunic and pants, looking sexy and dangerous. His hair was loose (oh
dear me) and his eyes were bright and focused entirely on me. To say
he was undressing me with his eyes was the understatement of the century.
He looked as if he wanted to eat me, and I had a terrible feeling
I would enjoy it very, very much. I gulped. The sound seemed to echo in the room. "You'll probably want to come back here,"
he said, gesturing to a door behind him that I didn't notice. This
door was red with the head of a wolf where a peep hole would be. He
opened it and stepped inside, waiting. I followed right behind him,
and as he closed the door I realized I had stepped into a whole new
world. The antechamber was the entrance to his bedroom. To
say it was stylin' didn't do it justice. This room was built for one
thing only: sex. An ebony fireplace was to the left of the door. The
bed was four poster, and gigantic. I could've parked my car on the
damn thing! The sheets were pulled back, so I could see that the black
sheets were satin, and the velvet comforter was dark red. The two
colors spilled all over each other and onto the floor. Under the bed
was another large rug, this one black and fluffy. To the right was
an archway that lacked a door, and stepping forward I could see that
it was a bathroom--scratch that--spa. The tiles were white and black.
The towels were black where the washcloths were white. The Jacuzzi
was so black it shined, the sink pearly white, and the mirror was
outlined in gold, like a picture frame. Holy tap dancing shit! Wufei walked into my line of sight and was staring at
my face. Using his thumb, he gently touched under my nose, wiping
something away. He pulled his hand back and I saw a smidgen of blood
on his thumb. Guess Quatre didn't get it all. "Surely you didn't?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, I didn't. My fingers brushed
against one of your werewolves' hand and I got overloaded. I haven't
healed yet from my last attempt at peeking where I shouldn't."
I gave him a significant look. He smiled. I frowned. "I wanted
to talk to you about it." "Okay. Here," he said, turning his back to
me. I saw him lick the blood off his thumb. "Have a seat. Take
a...load off." I smiled at his uncharacteristic word choice, and looked
around. The only place there was to sit, besides on the cold floor,
was the bed. Oh deary dear. That wasn't going to do my libido any
good. "Is on your bed okay?" He turned. I noticed then that there was a small bar
in the corner. He was pouring us some wine. "That's perfect,
actually." He smiled, and I saw that his fangs had slid out a
bit. Uh oh. "Uh, I think I'll stand for now." He walked up to me and handed me a glass of wine. White
Zinfandel. Yummy. "As you wish," he said, and sipped his
wine, standing close to me. Very close to me. Chest to chest close
to me. Damn, I needed a distraction. Fuckin' Quatre. "I think
I know who the killer is." The sexual tension in the room evaporated. I definitely
had Wufei's attention. "Really? Who?" "Darlian," I said, trying not to stutter.
"He was the one I touched. I saw in his mind...murders, many
of them. He enjoyed them." "We all did," Wufei said, surprising me. "Darlian
is not the first werewolf to kill a human, and he won't be the last.
All of us have killed to survive. All of us enjoy a hunt. I bet if
you're able to hear every werewolf in this Pack, you will get very
similar visions and feelings." He shrugged. "We're werewolves
Duo. It's what we do." I was shocked and slightly hurt by what he said. Shocked,
because he basically dismissed that Darlian was the killer, and hurt
because he seemed so nonchalant about killing humans. "I don't
understand. I was able to see his thoughts by touching him, but..."
I grabbed Wufei's wrist. Nothing happened. I stared directly into
his eyes, but I didn't feel any connection. Nothing happened when
Quatre grabbed my head. However, I only brushed my fingers against
Darlian and... "I don't get it!" "Darlian is weak," Wufei said bluntly. "He
and his wife are the weakest Were's in the Pack, but they are our
strongest trackers. You were able to see what he was thinking because
his power was not great enough to deflect yours. And right now you're
still...healing," he said carefully, "so the shields that
would normally control the flow of information are down, causing you
to be overwhelmed." He was right. I had that problem with Howard and Hilde.
"How do you know so much about ‘it' when I don't know these
things for myself?" He finished his wine and threw his glass into the fireplace.
His eyes were very open when he looked at me. "Duo, I am very
old, so I know many things." He stopped talking. I threw my hand in the air. "That's it? That's
all you have to say?" "No," he said softly, running his hands up
and down my arms. I wanted to push him away but I didn't have the
energy. "I want to tell you everything. But Duo, one thing at
a time. Right now we have a killer we need to find." I hung my
head. He was right. "I also have my Pack's homes to establish
here. They can't all live in my house forever." I grimaced. Yeah,
I wouldn't want all those people living in my house either if I were
him. The electricity bill must be a nightmare! "You have your
own personal things to handle, as well as figure out how life is going
to be for you if you were to accept my courtship and become my mate.
The human aspect of that is something I won't know or understand."
I sighed and looked up to the ceiling. He was right.
How was I going to handle all of this? It seemed so much to absorb.
All of a sudden I felt overwhelmed again, this time
by questions. Wufei was right; once we got the killer, and his Pack
got situated, then what? If he was Packmaster, what will that make
me if I was his mate? I'm human. Will they respect me or reject me?
Hell, the werewolf was killing humans in protest of me! And what about
my family? How would they feel about me dating someone that was not
even human? How could I hide this relationship, one because it was
homosexual, and two because it was interspecies? The stress it would
put on us... I felt my wine glass being taken out of my hand. Wufei
downed it quickly before throwing it into the fireplace as well. Reaching
up, he gently started to massage my temples with his thumbs. I felt
myself relax. He then brought his thumbs to the upper corner of my
eyes and started to massage in circular motions. I felt my anxiety
melt away. Then he cupped my face, and waited. When I showed no signs
of horror, he leaned forward and kissed me. I was too eager. I knew that and he knew that, but like
a typical guy he wasn't going to try and slow me down. The kiss went
from sweet to dangerously passionate, and all too soon our arms were
wrapped around each other as if the hands of Death were trying to
separate us. I didn't realize we moved until I felt something soft
against my back, and opened my eyes in time to see Wufei carefully
crawl on top of me. God damnit! Talk about sexy... "You look delicious," he growled, and attacked
my lips again. I would've blushed if my mind wasn't turning into puddy.
I wore a blue short-sleeved button-down shirt that was the same color
as my eyes, and black khaki pants with sandals. No, it wasn't my usual
attire, but I wanted to look...nice for him. And boy was I getting
my reward! He let go of my lips, which felt bruised, and went for
my neck. I felt the sharp points of his teeth graze my skin, but not
break it. It felt really good. I grabbed his butt as he dug in groin
into mine, and was about to break out singing ‘Glory, Glory Hallelujah!'--when
someone knocked. Hard. "Damnit!" Wufei spat, sitting straight up
with his claws out. The wild look in his eyes scared me, and I thought
he was about to kill whoever was at the door. "This better be
important!" "I'm sorry to interrupt," the voice said through
the door. Heero. "You have a phone call. It's the Prince."
"That blond piece of troll shit," Wufei snarled.
I choked, surprised to hear that coming out of his mouth! Wufei and
sophistication seemed to go hand in hand. "I'm sorry Duo,"
he said, standing up and composing himself. "I'm afraid this
is a call I can't miss. I also regret that this will probably take
a while. Please, make yourself comfortable?" He thought that I was going to leave. Fat chance. "Sure.
I'm not going anywhere." He smiled beautifully. "Excellent. I'll finish
as soon as I can." With a slow bow he strode out of the room,
taking his sweet time. I thought it was more to piss off whoever was
on the phone than to give me such a nice view of his back and...lower
region. Tee hee. Heh, I bet he would've crawled to the phone if he
wasn't concerned about wrinkling his clothes. I sighed dejectedly when the door closed behind him.
Rolling onto my stomach, I kicked off my shoes and tried to decide
whether I wanted to go outside and hang out with the other Were's,
or stay in here and wait for him. Hmm... I ended up falling asleep. ~ * ~ (tbc)
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