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High Rolling	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1520 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. Written for pleasure not profit.

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Chapter 1

The applause rang out through the theater almost deafening Heero. He kept the smile plastered to his face as he took another bow and then along with his fellow performers, he ran from the stage and into the wings. Once he was clear of the staging area, Heero let the smile drop and the fatigue set in. His body glistened from head to toe with sweat, his arms and hands ached fiercely and the leather pants literally stuck to him.
He wanted a shower and a massage; and he wanted them now.
A towel was slung over his shoulders, the performer starting a touch and then relaxing when he noted it was Wufei who had draped the towel over him. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome. Come on, let's get back to the dressing room and then you can shower. I'll give you a massage afterwards.” Without waiting for an answer, Wufei headed off down the small corridor that led to the dressing rooms and ablutions section.
Stopping by his dressing room, Heero removed the boots, gloves and thick collar, leaving himself only in his pants, sweat and make-up. He picked up a pair of loose sweat pants, his toiletries bag and another towel and left Wufei to clean up. Moments later he was in the male change rooms and shower area. It was quite noisy, several of the performers were all in various stages of dress, undress and showering. As he moved through the large room several of his fellow performers shouted out congratulations to him on another, excellent performance. He acknowledged the comments with a nod of his head, smile or a comment back. Finally locating an empty stall, Heero placed his clothes, towel and toiletries bag on the small bench and began to task of removing his leather pants.
Once stripped bare, he stood under the warm spray, letting the heat of the water seep into his tired muscles and wash away the sweat and grime. Hot water alone wasn't enough to wash away the make-up though and reluctantly Heero stepped out from under the spray to grab his soap, shampoo and cream to remove the grease paint.
He luxuriated under the heat of the water, taking his time to clean himself off properly and give his exhausted muscles time to recover. He knew Wufei would be waiting for him back in the dressing room with a sports drink, light snack and warm oil to massage away the stress and strain from his taxing performance.
Heero mused over that. Wufei was not the type of person one would pick as being a masseuse. Given the theme of the show he performed in, one would be more likely to pick him as being a performer. The show's owners though insisted on the best of care for their 'athletes'. The type of work they did was very physical and demanded complete cooperation of mind and body. It was taxing, took long hours of training and practice – and even then, accidents could and had happened. In order to keep everyone at their peak, the show employed a large staff of physical trainers, doctors of different types and assistants for the performers.
Wufei was one of the best – he was also assigned to Heero to keep the man in top, physical shape.
Wufei took his duties seriously. He helped Heero to train daily, assisted him to get ready for the shows and was there to ease away the soreness, re-hydrate and refuel his charge after every performance.
They had also become very good friends.
Knowing he'd been in the shower for longer than usual, Heero turned the faucets off and snagged his towel. If he didn't get back soon he'd have Wufei down here looking for him.
With the sweat pants pulled on, towel draped over his shoulders to catch the drips from his hair, Heero grabbed his leather pants and toiletries bag and left the now quieter ablutions section.
“Ah, there you are. I was just about to come looking for you,” Wufei stated when Heero entered the dressing room.
“My apologies, Wufei. The showers were very busy,” Heero replied as he hung up the towel and put his toiletries bag away. The leather pants were tossed to a waiting chair; they would be collected later by the costume department for cleaning and replaced with a fresh pair for the next performance.
“No problem,” Wufei replied and handed the man a sports drink. “Drink that and then come through for that massage,” he instructed.
Heero obediently drank the offered bottle, knowing the fluids inside would help replace the minerals and salts he'd lost during the performance. With the drink finished, he moved through to the other room and lay himself down on the table. Wufei moved in and began a slow massage of his tired muscles.
As Wufei massaged so the pair discussed the performance, how Heero's body had handled the stress and strain, had Heero overextended himself in any areas, and what his thoughts were on how his act was being received.
Once Wufei was finished, Heero sat up and stretched. He had to admit, the massage always did wonders for soothing his tired and aching muscles.
“Want to go out and grab a bite to eat?” Wufei asked.
“Yeah, that would be good. I'll just change into something else though first.”
“I'll tidy up here then.”
Five minutes later, Heero was dressed in charcoal slacks and a blue, button up shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to his biceps, showing off his muscular arms. “Ready?” he asked Wufei.
“Just coming,” the Chinese man replied.
The pair left the dressing room, moved through the backstage corridors and out a side door to enter the main floor of the New York, New York hotel and casino. By-passing the casino floor they aimed for the replicated streets of New York to find some food.
* * *
Humming softly to herself, Hilde opened the door to the office Duo had bought to set up his business in. She tossed her purse into the bottom drawer of the small filing cabinet and sat down. Booting up her computer she checked her list of things to do for the day as she waited for the computer to come on line. There were a few letters she needed to type up in response to ones received and the answering machine was flashing red indicating several messages that would need attending to.
With the computer now booted up, Hilde called up her writing program and checked the messages on the answering machine. Several were requests for appearances by Duo at the launch of his latest computer game and she duly made note of the companies,dates and times they wished Duo to attend. It would be up to Duo himself if he wished to participate.
Knowing Duo as she did, she very much doubted he would grace any of them with his presence. Not that Duo was antisocial; far from it in fact. Duo enjoyed the social scene to a point, and had often attended night clubs, bars and shows, but since his rise to fame with his business, he rarely went out any more.
Duo was also a very private person, preferring to keep his personal life out of the media. Unfortunately with his rise to fame the media now hounded him whenever they got the chance. It didn't matter where he went, someone always recognized him and it wasn't long before he would have a crowd of people following him around all trying to get close, talk to him, get insights into his latest project and in many cases, coming on to him.
The media were doing their best to try and dig up some dirt on the poor man, but Duo was very careful with his private life and now with all the unwanted attention, it seemed he didn't have a private life. Duo seemed to simply exist. He worked hard on his latest projects, invested his money wisely and avoided going out in public wherever possible.
Hilde had even started doing his grocery shopping for him, otherwise the man would starve!
With the list of requests written down neatly, Hilde put it to one side and began to deal with the letters she needed to reply to.
Two hours later, Hilde was all done with the letters and decided to take a quick coffee break. She grabbed her purse and headed out of the office to a small bakery around the corner. They sold the best coffee in the whole of LA and their bakery items were simply delicious.
Having purchased two coffees, a cream donut for herself and a jam and cream one for Duo, she headed back to work. The mail was in and Hilde collected it from the front boxes, juggling the mail, coffees and bag of donuts like an expert.
Back in the office, she dropped the mail to her desk, removed her donut from the bag and with Duo's donut and coffee in hand, knocked on her boss' door. It wasn't unusual for her not to get a reply. After waiting a minute or two, she reached for the door handle and stepped inside.
She shook her head and smiled when her eyes alighted on the form of her boss and best friend. Duo was sitting at the desk that contained all the computers and hardware he used to create his games. He was slumped in his chair, head resting on one arm on the desk and snoring softly. By the look of his rumpled clothing, he'd been there all night.
It wasn't the first time Hilde had found him fast asleep at his work station and nor would it be the last. Duo got like that though at times. His muse seemed to infiltrate his mind and he became oblivious to anything and everything around him – including time. All that mattered was working with his muse until he either fell asleep through sheer exhaustion or the project was finished.
At least that's how he'd tried to describe it to Hilde.
Setting the coffee and donut down on the other desk, Hilde gently shook the man's shoulder. “Duo, Duo, time to wake up,” she called softly.
A grunt, a snuffle and red rimmed, violet eyes blinked open. “Hilde?” he croaked.
“Morning, boss,” Hilde replied and turned to the table to pick up the coffee. “Here, you look like you could use a cup.”
Straightening up, Duo winced as his muscles protested the positions they'd been forced to sleep in. He scrubbed a hand over his tired eyes and grimaced at the stubble on his chin and sour taste in his mouth. “Coffee?” he questioned, finally registering Hilde's hand with a styrofoam cup in it.
“Yeah, coffee. I also brought you a donut.” Having passed over the coffee, Hilde picked up the bag with the donut in it and passed that across. She dropped into Duo's other chair and regarded her boss as he sipped on the hot liquid.
“Oh, man, that's what I call a good cup of coffee,” Duo moaned and closed his eyes in bliss.
“Did you sleep here again last night?” Hilde asked, knowing the answer already.
“Uh.” Duo glanced around the office and then down at his rumpled state. “Yeah, I guess I must've passed out.”
“Duo,” Hilde growled. “How many times do I have to tell you, it's not good for you to work until you collapse with exhaustion?”
“I know, I know,” Duo replied sheepishly, “But the ideas just kept on coming and I had to go with the flow,” he replied in explanation.
Hilde shook her head. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Fetch me another coffee and donut?”
“Duo!”
“Just teasing.” Duo yawned and scrubbed at his face again.
“You should go home, shower and clean up; get some proper sleep,” Hilde stated as she stood up.
“You saying I smell?” Duo asked with an exaggerated sniff at his armpits.
“No, I didn't say that, you did.”
“I suppose I should,” Duo sighed.
“Have you thought anymore on that vacation idea I suggested?” Hilde asked as she moved towards the door.
“Nah, haven't had the time. In case it slipped your attention, I've been trying to get this latest game finished and ready to go into production ahead of the Christmas sales.”
“I had noticed,” Hilde replied dryly. “How close to finishing it are you?”
“Close.” Duo turned back to the bank of hardware and tinkered with the keyboard.
“Duo,” Hilde warned. “You said you'd go home, shower and freshen up, not keep playing with that.”
“Yeah, yeah, in a minute, Hil',” Duo replied absently, his mind already focusing back on the 'game' at hand.
With a sigh and shake of her head, Hilde left him to it. She just hoped they didn't get any of the store reps call in today to speak with Duo.
Returning to her desk and sipping at her own coffee, Hilde began to sort through the mail. Those that were addressed to Duo specifically she put to one side to take through to him. Those that were addressed to the business she began to open and peruse.
Putting aside the letter she'd just finished reading, Hilde picked up the last one and glanced at the logo curiously. 'Bellagio. Hotel Resort and Casino Las Vegas' stared back at her. Wondering what in the world a casino in Vegas would be writing to Duo for, she opened the envelope and began to read.
At first she thought it might be something to do with a computer game convention or the like wishing to have Duo attend as a special guest, but as she began to read she realized she was completely off the mark.
“Well shit!” she stated to the office and put the letter down. She cocked her head to the side, thinking for a moment before picking up the letter and reading it again.
It was a personal letter from Quatre Winner himself, owner of the Bellagio Hotel Casino, inviting Duo and partner to come and stay at the hotel for an all expenses paid, weekend vacation. Several brochures were included, some highlighting the Hotel Casino complex itself and the many luxuries, attractions and such it offered and others showcasing the many other attractions and things to see and do in Las Vegas itself.
The more Hilde read and looked at the brochures, the more she convinced herself that this was just the vacation Duo needed; and if she played her cards right, she just might get to tag along too. Mind made up, Hilde grabbed Duo's mail and with a plan in mind, she knocked at Duo's office door once more.
With permission to enter granted, Hilde stepped inside and approached Duo's desk. “Mail's in,” she said and dropped the few envelopes to Duo's desk; the one from the Bellagio she kept in her hand.
“Thanks, Hilde,” Duo replied from his place still at the computers.
“Duo?” Hilde began.
Duo held up a hand to pause the woman and continued typing feverishly at the keyboard. Moments later he gave a triumphant shout. “Yes!” His finger stabbed at the keyboard and he turned around to give Hilde a fatigued smile.
Staring wide eyed at her boss, Hilde swallowed. “Errr, does that 'yes' mean you've finished this latest game project?”
“Sure does,” Duo replied. “At least all the programming and graphics are done. All that's left is some tweaking and running it through several times, but on the whole, yes, it's finished,” Duo replied.
“I take it that the production company will handle most of that?
“They usually do with my assistance.” Duo frowned. “Why?”
“How long before they will need you to go through the final stages?”
“I'll most likely take it through to them tomorrow and discuss things, leave it with them and wait for them to contact me back. You already know how things operate so why the questions?”
Hilde didn't answer though, she pressed on with another question. “I gather it won't be until next week then that they will need you?”
“Probably not. Why? What's with all the questions, Hilde?”
“Do you have plans for this weekend?”
“Pardon?”
“This weekend, have you got any plans?” Hilde reiterated.
“Well, today is only Tuesday, the weekend is a way off yet.” Duo's eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Oh, just that I still think you need a vacation, even if it's only a weekend break.” Seeing Duo's mouth about to open and protest, Hilde quickly continued. “A letter came today from a guy called Quatre Winner, he owns the Bellagio Hotel and Casino in Vegas-”
“Vegas?! As in Las Vegas Nevada?! Hilde-”
“The last time I checked the only Las Vegas I'm aware of is in Nevada,” Hilde replied sarcastically.
“Yeah, but that's sin city, costs a fortune-” Duo began only to be cut off.
“Duo, hear me out first.” Duo promptly shut up with the tone of voice Hilde used. “Thank you. Mr. Winner has offered us an all expenses paid trip to his hotel for the weekend. All we have to do is reply and say yes.” Hilde waited, arms across her chest, letter in one hand.
“But the airfares.”
“Paid for.”
“The hotel.”
“Paid for.”
“There's food and drink-”
“All paid for. Duo, weren't you listening to a word I said? It's an all expenses paid weekend vacation. All we have to do is say yes.”
“We?” Duo replied with a raised eyebrow.
“Here, read it yourself.” Hilde handed over the letter and waited whilst Duo perused it.
Carefully, Duo read the letter, looking for any loophole, any catch. He couldn't find one. “It says Mr. Maxwell and partner,” he said to Hilde, doing his best to keep the mischief from showing in his eyes.
“Yeah, well, seeing as you don't have a partner it makes perfect sense for me to accompany you,” Hilde huffed.
“I see. So you're no longer my secretary, but have designs on becoming my partner?” he teased.
“Duo! You know I really like you and all, but you're not my type!” Hilde spluttered.
“I hate to remind you, but you're not my type either, Hilde,” Duo grinned.
“Idiot!” Hilde thwapped him on the back of his head. “I know you're gay, but the rest of the world doesn't. What harm is there in my going with you? All you have to say is you're bringing your over worked and underpaid secretary with you for a break. They can interpret that any way they wish; plus if you do get some hot chicks chasing you, you can always tell them I'm with you and that should get them to back off.” Hilde gave him a smug look.
“Over worked and underpaid?” Duo mused.
“Okay, okay, maybe not so much underpaid-”
“Hardly over worked either.”
“Well, okay, I concede that point, but please, Duo. Take the vacation, it won't cost you anything unless you want to do a bit of gambling and lord knows, you've got enough money in the bank to be able to enjoy some of it for a change.”
Knowing he wasn't going to win this one, Duo gave in. “Okay, okay, you win,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Reply to this Winner guy and thank him for the offer. Tell him we'd be delighted to accept. Now shoo, let me get back to this and wrap it up for the production team otherwise I'll still be here on Saturday and we won't be going anywhere.”
“Duo, you're a sweetheart. Thank you.” Hilde bounded forward and grabbed her boss in a bear hug. Taking the letter back off him she left the office with a broad smile on her face. “I'll contact him right away,” she sang as she bounced out of the office.
Duo watched her go with an amused smile on his face. Actually the thought of a weekend away was tempting. He'd never been to Vegas, he'd heard lots of stories about the place though and a part of him wanted to see if the stories were true. He also didn't mind a bit of gambling either.
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tbc...
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