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High Rolling	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1520 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“High Rolling”

Chapter 13
“Thank you again, Trowa, both you and Mr. Winner for inviting us here for the weekend,” Duo said as he shook hands with the hotel manager.
“It has been our pleasure, Duo. Quatre extends his regrets that he couldn't be here personally to see you off and wishes you a safe trip back to LA. If you should come to Vegas again, please give us a call and we'd be more than happy to accommodate you,” Trowa replied with a soft smile.
“Oh, I'm certain we will be back and you can count on us booking to stay with you,” Duo said quietly.
“Miss Hilde, I hope you also enjoyed your stay with us and that we will see you again in the not to distant future,” Trowa said, turning his attention to Hilde who was still dabbing at her eyes from time to time.
“Thank you, Trowa, I had a blast and I will most definitely be coming back,” Hilde replied with a watery grin.
“I think that's our flight they're calling,” Duo interjected. Picking up his hand luggage, he turned to Trowa. “Thanks again and I'll be in touch.”
“Good luck with your next project, I look forward to seeing it in the stores when it's released.”
Duo nodded and taking Hilde by the elbow he steered them both towards the stewardess waiting by the boarding gate.
*
The flight back to LA passed very quickly and it only seemed like they'd just taken off before they were landing at LAX. Neither Hilde or Duo said much on the flight, both lost in their own thoughts and feeling the pain of separation settling in. Collecting their bags from the luggage carousel, Duo played the part of gentleman, hefting them onto a luggage trolley and pushing it outside to try and locate a taxi.
After a couple of minutes they were ensconced in the back seat and on their way back to their respective apartments in the same apartment complex. It took a little over twenty minutes through the LA traffic to get back home and pulling up outside the complex, Duo paid the driver and then picked up their bags. Hilde let them in through the main door and pushed the elevator button. Moments later they were in the little car and riding it up to the third floor.
“I'll see you at the office in the morning, Hilde. Come in for around ten, I think we're both going to need a little extra sleep tonight,” Duo said as he set Hilde's bags down outside her apartment door.
“Thanks, Duo. I guess I'll see you at ten then?” Hilde's voice was subdued.
Duo wasn't feeling much better either. “Yeah. Try to get some sleep.”
Hilde reached forth and wrapped her arms around Duo in a tight hug. “Thanks for taking me with you, it was a great weekend.”
“You're welcome and yes, it was a fantastic weekend,” Duo replied.
“There's only one thing wrong with it though,” Hilde muttered and when Duo quirked an eyebrow, she clarified. “It had to end.”
Duo felt a sharp pain pass through his heart with those words. “No, it doesn't, not if we don't want it to.”
“You know what they say, Duo...”
“And that would be?”
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Why do you think they call it sin city?”
“They can call it whatever the fuck they like,” Duo growled, “and while Heero might be staying in Vegas, what happened there between us isn't going to remain there as a one off. I fully intend to see him again.”
“I miss Wufei, Duo.”
Hilde's voice sounded small and lost, Duo completely understanding how the woman felt and he pulled her closer. “I know,” he soothed. “I miss Heero too.”
After standing in the hall for a couple of minutes, Hilde finally sniffled and got herself under control. “I'll see you in the morning.” She pulled away and pushed her key into the door lock.
“Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.” Duo picked up his own bag and moved two doors further down to his own apartment.
Shutting the door behind him, Duo turned on the lights and carried his bag through to his bedroom where he tossed it onto the chair. Pulling his cell from his pocket, he headed back out to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the 'fridge. Opening it, he carried it back through to the bedroom and set it down on the nightstand. Sitting down heavily on the bed, he scrolled through his contacts until he located Heero's number. He tapped the 'call' symbol and put the phone to his ear.
* * *
Wufei practically had to jog to keep up with Heero as the performer walked swiftly back to the New York, New York hotel. Once inside, Heero aimed directly for the hotel section and stabbed at the elevator button. Wufei caught up to him just as the elevator arrived. The pair stepped inside, Heero slotting his 'staff' card into the small apparatus under the floor buttons. The elevator doors closed and the pair rode it to their floor in silence.
All the performers in the Cirque show were offered accommodations at the hotel and it was up to them if they wished to utilize that offer. Some did whilst others rented or bought their own properties in and around Las Vegas. Heero had opted to stay at the hotel; it was convenient, cheap (they had a special discounted rate for performers) and in Heero's case made much more sense as he didn't know exactly how long he would be with the show. Wufei shared the apartment style room with him which cut the cost even further.
Arriving at their floor, Heero strode down the hall until he reached the door to his and Wufei's room. The 'staff' card was again deployed, the pair walking inside – Wufei to the kitchen, Heero to his bedroom.
Aiming for the bench, Wufei put the small jug on to boil and fetched his small teapot and cup. Rummaging around in one of the cupboards, he located his box of green tea and measured out a small amount of the loose leaf into the teapot.
Waiting for the water to come to the boil, Wufei heard the sound of the shower turning on and leaned back against the counter to think back over the weekend.
Shutting his bedroom door behind him, Heero stripped off his shirt and jeans, tossing them to the floor and continued on towards his en-suite bathroom. Boxer briefs were removed, water turned on and carefully tested before Heero stepped under the spray. He stood completely underneath the falling water, letting it sluice over his skin and hair. His heart felt like a lead weight in his chest, his emotions were all over the place and it was taking all his self control not to break down and cry.
Despite his steely will power, a few tears did escape his tightly closed eyelids to be washed away by the hot water.
Life is so unfair, he thought to himself. He'd finally met the man of his dreams only to have that man leave to return to his home. Heero knew Duo had no choice but to return to his home, job and life, but he was hurting about the circumstances and felt he had a right to be pissy.
Oh, Duo would call, he'd promised and they'd exchanged phone numbers. Duo had also promised they would still get to see each other...at least Heero hoped they would.
Long distance relationships were difficult at the best of times when couples had been together for a while. Theirs was still in its fledgling stages and Heero could only hope it would survive. There was no way he could quit his job; he was under contract for another year at least, and to be perfectly honest, Heero enjoyed his job. He loved performing, hearing the crowds cheer and applaud for an act well done. He worked hard to keep his body fit, toned and supple. And then there was the feeling of flying, just himself and the chains, his own brute strength to rely on keeping him safe.
The pure pulse of adrenaline coursing through his system every time he took to the stage was an addiction he'd welcomed easily.
He'd very quickly discovered he was an adrenaline junkie.
With a jolt, Heero realized he'd been in the shower longer than he'd thought and was starting to prune and quickly shut off the water. Stepping out of the stall he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. That immediately brought back memories of earlier in the hot tub with Duo.
The ache in his chest intensified.
Moving back into his bedroom, Heero glanced at the clock. Forty-five minutes had passed since he'd stepped into the shower. Duo should be back home by now, he thought to himself. Or at least landing at LAX. Having dried himself off, Heero tugged on a loose pair of cotton shorts and grabbing his cell phone, sat on the bed and stared at the screen, almost willing it to ring. A soft knock on his door drew him from his boring holes into the screen. “Yes?”
“I've made some tea. Would you like some?”
With a sigh, Heero got up. “Thanks, I think I will.”
Having left Heero to his own devices for long enough and with the tea now steeped enough for him to drink, Wufei wandered to Heero's door. Although he was also feeling the pain of separation, he knew Heero would be feeling things even deeper. He'd never seen his friend so deeply taken with someone, and it appeared that his love interest was just as deeply affected by Heero. If they had to be miserable and missing their partners, they might as well do it together. Knocking on Heero's door, Wufei invited his friend to partake of some tea, pleased when Heero responded in the positive.
Sitting back down at the small table in the tiny kitchenette, Wufei poured the tea for them both and pushed a cup towards Heero who had taken up residence in the seat opposite. He noted with a smile to himself that Heero had his cell phone in a death grip in his hand.
“You want to talk about it?” Wufei asked, sipping on his tea.
“Not really,” Heero replied and raised his own cup. Green tea wasn't his favorite, but it did help to soothe his troubled mind and ease the ache in his heart a little.
Knowing Heero would rather go though teeth extraction without anesthetic than talk about his feelings, Wufei deployed a strategy that had often worked for him in the past when dealing with his emotionally repressed charge. He gave him a few moments to settle down before speaking.
“I had a really good weekend,” he started. “Hilde is the most amazing woman I've ever met. She's strong willed, kind hearted and has a great sense of humor. She's also very pretty and I miss her.” Wufei kept his eyes focused on the tea in his cup as he spoke, knowing Heero would reply in his own way soon enough.
“I have to agree, although I didn't really spend much time in her company, she certainly did take a shine to you,” Heero said quietly, also studying the tea in his cup.
“I really hope so as I want to get to know her a lot better. She's so unlike anyone I've ever met before. You know, she didn't judge me or take offense by my job and the fact that I work with mostly semi naked men and women. If anything, she seemed fascinated by it.”
“I know what you mean.”
“And what about you and Duo?” Wufei prompted gently. “He seemed to be just as taken with you as you are with him.”
Heero sighed and rubbed a hand across his face before settling his cup back on the table. “He's completely unlike anyone I've ever met. He's funny, gentle, kind, friendly, generous and passionate. For all his wealth he doesn't flaunt it, rub it in your face or anything like that. He's very down to earth, modest and one hell of a lover.” The last few words were said with a smile as Heero recalled their moments of passion.
“Spare me the details of that,” Wufei said with a mock shudder.
The smile on Heero's face widened a little. “You know, even though we only just met I felt a connection with him. Actually I felt that when I first locked eyes with his during the performance, but after meeting him, it's like he's the other half of my soul. Sounds really sappy and stupid and all that shit, but I don't know how else to explain it.” Heero ran his hand over his face again. “I never did thank you for making me go to the after party, did I?”
Wufei chuckled. “No, you didn't, but that's okay.”
“Well, I do thank you. If you hadn't made me go I would never have met him,” Heero said softly.
Placing a hand on Heero's arm, Wufei replied. “You're more than welcome, Heero, and it works both ways.” Seeing Heero's eyebrow rise, he clarified. “I wouldn't have met Hilde.”
“Ah. Wufei?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think there's a chance for us both? Do you think we can make a go of our respective relationships despite the distance and the obvious difference in our careers and status?”
Before replying, Wufei gave serious thought to his words. “I honestly think there is a chance, Heero. Neither Hilde or Duo strike me as the types to lead us on. They were both genuine and honest with us from the start and I think they will both do their best to make things work from their end.”
Before Heero had a chance to reply, his cell phone rang. As he picked it up to answer, Wufei's phone rang too. Heero stood and retired to his bedroom with his phone, leaving Wufei alone in the kitchen with his call.
“Heero speaking,” Heero said as he shut the bedroom door and sat on his bed.
“Hey, Heero. It's Duo.”
“Duo...” Heero breathed, the relief palpable in his tone.
“Yeah, it's me. Why? Were you expecting someone else?” he teased.
“No, no,” Heero hastily replied.
Duo's tone turned into something more seductive. “Missing me?”
“More than you could possibly know,” Heero whispered. “I take it you got back okay?”
“Yeah. Flight was on time and we caught a cab without any trouble.” There was a pause before Duo continued, his voice a little softer. “It was so hard to leave you behind. God I miss you so much.”
“It tore me apart to let you go,” Heero said honestly.
“Can I Skype you tomorrow?”
“Of course. What time?”
“Will you be free around five?”
“I'll be waiting by the computer.”
“It's a date then.”
Heero chuckled. “I'd rather have a date with you in the flesh, but I guess I can settle for over the internet for now.”
“Same here. Heero?”
“Yes?”
“I'm going to fly back up there next weekend. I really miss you.” Duo decided then and there that he couldn't go any longer than a week without seeing Heero. “I'll call the airline tomorrow and make a reservation and I'll let you know the details when I Skype you tomorrow.”
Heero's heart jumped in his chest. “Are you sure?”
“I'm sure and it's not like I can't afford it. As Hilde's always telling me, I should spend some of this wealth I'm accumulating and I can't think of a better way to spend it than on a flight to come and see you,” Duo replied with amusement.
“I'll pick you up from the airport if I'm not performing. Depends on what time your flight comes in,” Heero said.
“I'll let you know, and if you can, that would be great, but if not, don't worry about it, I'm sure I can get a cab.”
The conversation continued for a little longer, each man talking about nothing much in particular and neither wanting to hang up. Eventually they had to and after reconfirming their Skype chat for the following day, they bid each other goodnight.
With the call ended, Heero sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the phone. The ache in his chest was still there, but it wasn't as bad as it had been. He had Duo's call tomorrow to look forward to and then there was the prospect of spending time together again next weekend. A glance at the clock told him he really needed to get to bed and get some sleep. He had a performance tomorrow and would need to be at his peak for it. With a sigh he got up, tossed the cell to the bed and went out to the kitchen for a glass of water and to let Wufei know he was retiring for the evening.
Stepping into the kitchenette he paused and did a double take. Wufei was still sitting at their kitchen table, phone on the table and a dreamy look in his eye. Heero coughed and smiled as his friend jumped and gave a sheepish smile at having been caught out.
“Ah, Heero. Sorry, I was miles away,” Wufei said in way of explanation for his zoning out.
“No problem,” Heero replied and fetched his glass of water. “Good news?” he asked, rinsing out the glass and putting it to drain.
“Yes. That was Hilde.”
Heero inclined his head. “Mine was Duo,” he offered up.
“I thought as much. Hilde is hoping to fly back here next weekend. I hope you don't mind, but I offered her the spare room here.”
“Ah.” It took a moment for those words to sink in and once they did, Heero realized he had a bit of a problem.
“Heero? Is something wrong?”
“Uh, no, not really.” Seeing the look on Wufei's face, Heero thought he'd better explain. “Duo said he was going to fly up next weekend too...”
“And let me guess, you offered the spare room to him?” Wufei surmised.
“Actually I haven't, yet. I was going to suggest it to him tomorrow when we talk, but that's okay, Wufei, we'll figure something out.”
“Are you sure?” Wufei asked. “If it's going to be a problem, I can always book a room for Hilde.”
“Don't worry about it, Wufei. Let Hilde stay here, I'm sure Duo and I can work something out.” Heero gave his trainer a half smile. “I'm off to bed. I'll see you in the morning.”
“Okay. Sleep well.”
* * *
Running his fingers through his frazzled bangs, Duo did his best to tame them into something a little more decent. He was feeling tired and cranky, his brain was a mess and his appearance not much better. A smile crossed his face though and everything else was pushed to the back of his mind as he reached for the computer to bring up his Skype program.
Checking the web cam was working and the microphone engaged, he called up Heero's contact details and waited for the program to connect. A few seconds later he was looking at Heero's face in the small box. “Hey,” he said softly.
Heero had been sitting in front of his computer screen, program up and ready for over ten minutes. There was no way he was going to miss Duo's call. When it did come through he quickly hit the accept button and drew in a breath as he laid eyes on his new love for the first time in just under twenty-four hours. “Hey yourself,” he replied to Duo's greeting.
Taking in the disheveled look of Duo, his eyes narrowed in concern. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. Tough day,” Duo offered in apology.
“I wish I was there to give you a massage,” Heero replied.
Duo groaned. “You have no idea how much I wish you could do that too.”
“What happened?” Heero didn't like the look of the shadows beneath Duo's eyes or the lines of tiredness etched into his face.
“It's production time for my latest game. It's always a hectic mess when we're doing the final production stages. As if that's not enough, they now want a sequel to another one of my games,” Duo sighed.
“I can't begin to imagine what all that means, but it certainly sounds complicated,” Heero chuckled. “I take it you're not a fan of sequels?”
“It's not really complicated, in fact, it's quite simple, or would be if you didn't have idiots making things complicated. I suppose that doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Oh and no, I don't like sequels,” Duo said, his tone weary.
“I have to admit, I'm not a huge fan of sequels myself, although my experience is based on movies. For some reason sequels never seem to be as good as the original; although there are a few exceptions.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Duo sighed and reached for something off screen to Heero. That something became a coffee mug a moment later as Duo took a long swallow. His face brightened a touch a moment later. “I've booked my flight,” he announced.
Heero's face lit up. “You have? Great! What time and when?”
“It arrives at four on Friday. I figured that as I'm my own boss I can finish up a little early on Friday,” Duo said with a grin.
Heero did the mental math. “I can pick you up then. I do have a performance Friday lunchtime and another that evening, but I'll be finished by three and won't need to be back for warm up until eight.”
“That sounds wonderful. I can't wait to see you again.” Duo gave him a dreamy look. “Oh, I almost forgot. Hilde's coming too. Apparently she was in touch with Wufei and has arranged to come back for the weekend. I've booked her flight with mine so we'll be traveling together. I hope you don't mind?”
Chuckling again, Heero gave his new lover a smile. “I already knew Hilde was coming, Wufei told me last night.”
“Ah, okay then.”
“Wufei's also offered Hilde to stay here if you weren't already aware of that?”
“Actually, she did mutter something about staying with Wufei. I wasn't aware you guys were sharing.”
Heero explained about the arrangement with the Hotel and the show employees. “It's got three bedrooms and I was going to ask you if you wanted to stay too. The offer still stands, but you'd have to share my room with me as Hilde's going to be in the spare one.” Heero added a sly look.
Duo swallowed. “Umm, I'd be more than happy to share your bed with you, but won't it be a little cramped, by that I mean four of us all sharing together?”
Pondering that thought, Heero had to agree, things could be a little invasive, especially since he really wanted to have Duo all to himself for however long they had. “It could be,” he conceded.
“Look, I'll give the Bellagio a call and reserve a room there.” Duo lowered his voice to a husky purr. “It will just be the two of us and we won't have to worry about anyone walking in on us or anything else.”
The shiver that ran down Heero's spine was more than welcome. “Oh, god. You have any idea what you're doing to me?”
“Probably the same thing as what your voice is doing to me,” Duo snickered.
“Are you sure though, about the hotel I mean. It can be expensive and I don't want you wasting your money-”
“Heero,” Duo cut the performer off. “I don't care about the money, a hotel room is not going to send me broke and if it gives us the privacy we want, then why not?”
“I love you,” was all Heero could say.
“I love you too and I'll be there this weekend so you'd better make sure your energy levels are at peak.” Duo waggled his eyebrows to emphasize what he wasn't saying.
“Oh you can bet I'll be up for anything you want,” Heero returned, his voice sultry.
Their conversation continued for another half hour before Heero reluctantly had to break the call. He had a performance that evening and needed to get his rear into gear.
“Skype me tomorrow?” Heero asked.
“Same time?” Duo replied.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Good luck with the performance and don't forget, I want my own personal performance next weekend.”
“You got it.” The conversation was ended and Heero sat back in his chair a soft smile on his face.
He couldn't wait for Friday.
~ * ~
tbc...
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