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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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“High Rolling”

Chapter 3

The limousine drove slowly down the main Las Vegas strip, giving the occupants inside time to look out the windows at all the wonderful sights.
“Oh wow! Look at that,” Hilde exclaimed and nudged Duo with her elbow.
Turning his head, Duo looked across at what had Hilde so excited. A large hotel in a semi circle rose up, a warm, yellow/gold glow emanating from it as the lights started to shimmer in the encroaching dusk. A massive lake sat out the front and from that lake rose fountains of water, all dancing merrily to a beat he couldn't hear.
“Isn't it beautiful?' Hilde said, her eyes wide as she took in the majestic sight of water and building.
Before Duo could reply, Quatre spoke. “Thank you, I'm pleased you like it.” Seeing the questioning gaze from the woman, not to mention Duo too, Quatre continued. “Welcome to the Bellagio Hotel.”
“This is where we're staying?” Duo asked, doing his best to keep his jaw from hitting the floor of the car.
“Yes. This is my Hotel Resort Casino,” Quatre replied with a smile.
“Oh boy, am I gonna have a great weekend,” Hilde said, her eyes alight with amazement at the sheer size of the hotel.
Quatre laughed. “I certainly hope you do have a great time, Miss Hilde; and you too, Mr. Maxwell.”
The limousine turned off the main strip and along a sweeping drive to stop at the front entrance to the hotel. A doorman appeared and opened the door for the occupants to step out. Another man appeared and retrieved the luggage from the trunk.
“Good evening, Mr. Winner, Mr. Barton,” the doorman said with a smile and a bow. Turning to Hilde and Duo, he bowed again. “Welcome to the Bellagio. I trust you will enjoy your stay with us.”
Duo nodded, his voice having escaped him right now. His eyes were wide, like a kid in a candy store as he took in the opulence of the hotel; and this was only the outside!
“Mr. Maxwell, Miss Schbeiker, if you would follow me, please?” Trowa said quietly and led the way into the main foyer of the hotel.
Following along behind the tall man, Hilde let her eyes traverse the entry to the hotel. The floors looked like they were marble and so highly polished she swore she could see her reflection in them. She didn't get the chance to see much though as they were whisked away and into a private lounge.
“This is our Chairman's Lounge, reserved for the use of our special guests,” Trowa informed them. “We will check you in here and you are more than welcome to use this room whenever you wish. There's a fully functional business section complete with WiFi access and laptops, fax machines and photocopiers for your use. The concierge will be able to assist you with any reservations, directions or transport.”
“I have reserved our Penthouse suite for you to use during your stay with us,” Quatre began and noted the raise of an eyebrow on Hilde's behalf. “The suite does have two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a wet bar and many other facilities. I trust it will be acceptable to you,” Quatre finished.
“Mr. Winner, I'm sure it will be perfect. Your generosity is way too much,” Duo said, a little overwhelmed by all the splendor around him.
Quatre chuckled. “Not at all, it's my pleasure to have you here.”
“Mr. Maxwell, if you wouldn't mind signing here on the register please?” Trowa handed over a pen and pulled a large book forward. At Duo's raised eyebrow, Trowa gave a smile. “All our check-ins are normally done through computers, but in the case of our special guests, we still like to retain some of the older, formal ways.”
Taking the pen, Duo quickly scanned over the book in front of him before signing his name with a flourish and handing the pen back.
“Thank you. I will take you up to your room now so you can settle in.” Trowa turned and motioning to the bellhop he stepped towards the entry to the lounge and a set of elevator doors.
Stepping into the elevator, Trowa inserted a key card into the small slot and the doors closed. “This is your key card to your suite and also the elevator. You will need them to gain access to your penthouse floor via this elevator.” Trowa passed over a key card to Duo and one to Hilde.
The elevator gave them a smooth ride and came to a stop on floor 34. As they stepped out they entered a small hallway with a set of double doors at one end. It was towards these doors that Trowa now led them.
“Each key card is electronically linked to your suite and floor,” Quatre explained. “That way only the guest who is staying in that suite can access it; well the housekeeping staff and a select few other hotel employees have access, but that's all.”
“That's a great idea,” Duo said, still coming to terms with all the opulence surrounding him.
Having swiped the card, Trowa opened the doors and stepped inside and to the side. “Welcome to your suite,” he said softly.
Playing the part of gentleman, Duo let Hilde step in first and take in the surroundings that would be their home for the next couple of days.
The small foyer of the suite opened out into a large living type area. In front and to their left sat a large lounge suite and flat screen TV mounted on the wall. To the right sat a dining table and chairs. Immediately on their right was the bar and just past the bar another door sat open and a king size bed could just be made out. When Duo looked to his left he could make out another door and what appeared to be a bed inside, a sort of mirror image of the bedroom to the right.
Moving through the suite, Hilde disappeared into the right sided bedroom and gave a squeal of delight. Leading off the bedroom was the largest bathroom Duo had ever seen, complete with a whirlpool tub, separate toilet and even a small alcove with lights, mirrors, bench and chair.
“That's perfect for me to do my make-up,” Hilde commented when she spotted the alcove.
Having seen enough for the moment, Duo walked back through and to the other end of the suite and remaining bedroom. The layout was the same as the other bedroom but the bathroom had a state of the art shower stall instead of the whirlpool tub.
Stepping back out into the living area, Duo couldn't help but notice Trowa had opened a bottle of champagne and was busy pouring four glasses at the bar. Quatre was watching with an amused smile on his face and fingers reaching for a platter which contained fresh fruit, cheeses, nuts, crackers and cold meats.
“Oh man, I can't wait to try out that tub,” Hilde exclaimed as she joined the three men. “Thank you,” she added as she took the offered glass of champagne.
Quatre raised his glass. “Welcome to the Bellagio, I hope you both enjoy your stay with us.”
Duo and Hilde dutifully touched their glasses to Quatre and Trowa's, taking a sip of the beverage and doing their best to not grimace at the taste. If Quatre noticed, he didn't say, but Trowa gave Duo a sly grin.
“We will leave you both in peace to unpack and freshen up. I have taken the liberty of reserving us a table in the Steakhouse for dinner this evening at seven-thirty. I hope that is okay with you both?”
“Thank you, Mr. Winner, that would be lovely,” Duo replied.
“Splendid! Trowa and I will meet you in the Chairman's Lounge at seven-thirty this evening then,” Quatre smiled. Placing his now empty glass on the bar top, Quatre turned and made his way to the suite entry, Trowa following behind him.
Duo and Hilde watched the pair leave and once the door had closed, Duo flopped down on the couch with a sigh, Hilde joining him a moment later.
“If this is all a dream, please don't wake me up just yet,” Hilde said with a happy sigh.
“It certainly is the high life,” Duo started, “although I could do without the champagne bit.”
“Same here. I don't know what it is with rich people and champagne, tastes like vinegar to me.”
“Hey, I'm one of those so called rich people,” Duo teased.
“You might be rich, Duo, but at least you have taste. Give me a good old glass of beer or a wine any day. Speaking of which, I wonder if there's anything like that in the bar?” Hilde shoved herself from the couch and went to take a look.
“If there is, get me one too, please?” Duo said with a grin.
Having rummaged around in the bar fridge, Hilde managed to locate a couple of bottles of beer, although they were brands she'd never drunk before as they were more of the boutique beers. “Here,” she said and passed a bottle to Duo, sitting herself back down.
Duo took the offered bottle and tilted his head back to draw in a decent amount and swallow. “Not as good as the usual, but not bad either,” he said when he'd finished swallowing.
“Anything has got to be better than that vinegar.” Hilde took a draught from her own bottle before looking at her watch. “Well, boss man, we have roughly three hours before we have to meet Winner for dinner...” she snorted. “Winner for dinner, god I'm so funny at times I even amaze myself.”
Duo almost choked on the mouthful of beer he was trying to swallow.
“What do you feel like doing?” Hilde continued on without batting an eyelash.
“Unpacking would probably be a good idea. Maybe a shower too,” Duo replied and reached for the folder that sat on the small table. He opened it and began to flip through.
“It won't take that long to unpack and take a shower. How about we go exploring the hotel for a bit. I'd like to see where the pools are, the shopping malls and check out the casino.” Her eyes glittered as she turned to look at her boss. Duo was immersed in the folder and apparently hadn't heard a word she'd said. “What is it that has you so captivated?” she asked and leaned in close to look over Duo's shoulder. Her eyes widened and a smirk crossed her lips.
Flipping through the folder, Duo noted it was mainly full of brochures and information on not just the Bellagio itself, but several other attractions in the area – including one for the wet dream he'd seen on the billboard along the strip. Pausing at that brochure, he tried to glean a little more information on the show. He let his eyes peruse the form of the man gracing the front of the page. It was the exact same picture as the billboard and now he had the time, Duo could let his eyes wander at will and study the man in minute detail.
“He's certainly ripped,” Hilde commented, “And gorgeous.”
Duo blinked and turned a fetching shade of red, embarrassed at being caught out ogling the picture.
Hilde gave him a soft elbow to the ribs. “If he's any indication of the show and what to expect, then I think I'm going to enjoy it. I'll bet there's going to be a lot of eye candy on display. He seems to have you captivated anyway.”
Turning an even darker shade of red, Duo looked up to see Hilde grinning at him. “He is a stunning piece of work,” he agreed.
“Aww, Duo. There's nothing wrong with admiring a nice body.”
“Yeah,” Duo sighed dreamily.
“Who knows, you just might get lucky whilst on this vacation. I'm going to unpack and take a shower, then you can take me exploring.”
“Huh?” Duo looked up, but Hilde had already started for the bedroom.
“I'll be back out in thirty minutes, make sure you're ready,” she sang out.
“Yeah, ok,” he replied and dropped his eyes back to the picture and licked his lips. He sure was one hot guy.
* * *
“Fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty. That's it,” Wufei said and watched his charge release the bar and drop to his feet. Passing over a towel and water bottle, he gave the man a few moments to catch his breath. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” Heero replied as he wiped the sweat from his torso.
“Good. We'll finish up with a few weights once you've caught your breath.”
“Okay.” Heero took a few swallows of the water and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before following his trainer and friend across the gym to where the weights sat. Several other cast members were also using the gym, keeping their bodies in tip top shape for the performances they did.
Wufei busied himself setting the weights on the bar and once he was satisfied, he turned to Heero. “All ready for you.”
“Thanks, Wufei.” Heero handed over the towel and what remained of the water. He sat on the small bench, then lay on his back and flexed his arms, settling his hands on the weight bar above him. Wufei placed the towel and bottle to the side before taking up position as spotter.
“All set?”
“Hai.” Heero grunted as his arms tensed, muscles bulging as he lifted the weights.
A few minutes later the bar was placed back into its holder and Wufei picked up the towel once more. “A shower is in order and then I'll give you a rub down. Any aches, pains or the like I should know about?”
“No, I feel fine, just a little tired,” Heero replied honestly.
“Good. I'll meet you in the massage room shortly.” Wufei turned and left his charge to take his shower.
*
The music began to build; Heero tensed a little and checked the chain again. The music hit the high and the spotlight beamed into life, illuminating the man on the edge of the stage. Heero turned and gave the crowd a sultry look before taking off at a flat out run around the edge of the stage. The chain across his shoulders lay lax for the moment, then pulled taut as the bar it was attached to began to rise in the air, taking the performer with it.
The routine was so familiar to him by now that he could do it in his sleep, but Heero never let his concentration waver. The aerial skills he performed required precision, strength and demanded full concentration. One slip could leave him seriously injured... or heaven forbid... dead.
That was all a part of the allure for Heero, to dice with death each time he did his act. To pit his strength and skills against the laws of gravity got his adrenaline running like nothing else could.
Up in the air he twirled, hung precariously and used the chain to move his body in ways it wasn't meant to go.
The audience all gasped and cheered in the right places and once he was back on the stage again they applauded loudly.
Taking his bow, he gave a quick wave and danced from the stage to let the next act take the floor. Once in the wings he moved to the side, bent over double and let himself catch his breath.
“Excellent performance, Heero.”
Heero looked up to see Wufei standing there with the standard towel and a sports drink for him. He took the items with a grateful smile.
Once Heero had recovered his breathing and heart rate, Wufei led him out backstage and away from the noise. He couldn't go and shower or change yet as there was the finale still to go and as Heero was one of the earlier performers, it would be another hour before the show came to its conclusion.
Sitting down, he took the offered robe, draping it around his shoulders to keep out any chill that dared to invade and sipped on the sports drink. As his body recovered, he leaned back and closed his eyes, letting his mind drift and relax.
The physical side of him recovered from its exertions pretty quickly, but the mental side always took longer. Wufei gave him his space, keeping an eye on his charge whilst watching the other performers from backstage and giving a hand here and there when needed.
Soon enough the show was coming to its end and Heero was once more on the stage and taking his bows along with his fellow cast members. The audience had been a good one, responsive in all the right places, sharing in the theme of the show and generally enjoying every aspect. With a final bow, Heero joined the rest of the cast in exiting the stage.
“Shower and massage,” Wufei ordered. Tossing the robe across Heero's shoulders.
“Thanks, Wufei.”
“No problem.”
An hour later, Heero was dressed in 'normal' clothes again and ready to head out to get something to eat. Wufei joined him and the pair slipped out of the back stage entrance and once more into the bustling atmosphere of the Las Vegas strip.
* * *
“Feel free to order whatever you wish,” Quatre stated as he watched his guests with amusement.
Duo eyed the menu in front of him again, scanning down the many dishes and trying not to look at the prices. He knew that a restaurant of this caliber would have high prices. He did his best to remind himself that he was now more than able to afford to eat at top quality restaurants, the money he was raking in from his computer games meant he could afford to indulge in whatever his heart desired and not worry about the cost. But old habits were hard to break.
Deciding to hell with it all, plus Winner was taking care of the tab anyway, he thought he'd indulge himself for once.
The waiter appeared to take their orders and stood beside Hilde. “What would madam like to eat this evening?”
Hilde did her best not to snort at the title the waiter had given her and managed a sweet smile instead. “I think I'll start with the bacon wrapped shrimp and then for the main course I'll have the slow baked salmon, thank you.”
“As you wish, madam.” The waiter moved to stand beside Duo. “What can I get for you this evening, sir?”
Ignoring the woman beside him who was trying not to choke on her mouthful of wine, Duo looked up at the waiter. “I'll start with the oysters in the half shell and for mains... Hmmm, I'll try the glazed beef short rib.”
“What sauce would sir like with the beef rib?”
Shit! Duo hastily scanned down the menu to try and locate the sauces.
“If sir would permit, I'd recommend the peppercorn sauce. It enhances the flavor of the rib.”
“Then peppercorn sauce it is. Thank you.” Duo handed back his menu, a little relieved he'd managed to escape a potentially embarrassing moment.
“Mr. Barton, what can I get for you this evening?”
“Mr. Winner and I will have our usual, thank you.”
“As you wish.” The waiter took the remaining menus and left the table in peace.
“I have to say, Mr. Winner, you have a lovely hotel and amenities,” Hilde said in an effort to get the conversation rolling. “I'm looking forward to taking a dip in the pool tomorrow.”
“Thank you, I'm so pleased you're enjoying your stay so far. If you wish, I can have the concierge reserve a cabana for your use tomorrow.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you.”
“You're most welcome.” Quatre turned his attention to Duo. “Mr. Maxwell-”
“Call me Duo, please.” At the look the blonde gave him, Duo elaborated a touch. “I'm not used to being called Mr. Maxwell, it makes me feel old. All my friends call me Duo.”
The blonde beamed. “Then Duo it is and you must call me Quatre. I have to admit, I also much prefer a first name basis, less stuffy.”
Duo laughed, Hilde snickered and Trowa gave an amused shake of his head.
“Duo, I have something for you.” Quatre reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. He passed it over to Duo who took it, curiosity evident in his eyes. “Inside there's two tickets to the show you asked about earlier. They are for the nine-thirty performance. I hope that is okay?”
Duo gazed at the envelope, noting the same picture of the hot guy on the front of it along with more information regarding the show itself. He did his best not to drool on himself. “Thank you, Quatre, that's perfect.”
Quatre waved the thanks away. “It's my pleasure. It's a very good show and well worth seeing.”
The waiter chose that moment to return to the table with their appetizers and once he'd left, the conversation went off on a different track, mainly regarding Duo's rise to fame in the world of computer gaming. Duo did his best to keep as much of his concentration on the conversation as possible, but lurking in the back of his mind was the image of that gorgeous guy in black leather.
Duo couldn't wait for the Saturday evening when he would get the chance to see the guy in the flesh.
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tbc...

AN: All information on the Bellagio Hotel and its restaurants, amenities, rooms etc was taken from the hotel's web site: http://www.bellagio.com/
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