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Dark Deceptions Revised	By : Seraphyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Crossovers Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�It�s the Terrible Trio back together again, eh?� Duo chuckled. �Jeez, remember
when we were kids and gave our parents nightmares?�

�How could we forget?� Relena
snickered. �Father blames us for his grey hairs.�

�What say we relive those days?�
Duo suggested with a maniac gleam in his amethyst eyes. �Just for tonight? They
say Hungary is a party country.�

�You say that for every
country!� Quatre mocked.

�But Duo�s proposal is tempting, Kat,� Relena declared,
an answering glimmer in her eyes. �I�m feeling a little wicked tonight. Let�s
bust out of this cellblock and have a little fun tonight? What do you say,
boys?�

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Chapter 8

Lights pulsed inside the
packed club. The heady scent of danger, excitement, and intrigue filled the air
along with the sounds of laughter and music. The line outside stretched around
the block as overanxious and eager partygoers waited for a wild night out.
Thanks to Duo�s charm (and connections) the trio of friends sauntered to the
front of the line and was given immediate admission. His mood lifted instantly
as his eyes scanned the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. The club was a
simple two-story design. On the first floor and in the center was a massive
dance floor, crammed with bodies. On the far side stood a massive platform
where the dj mixed the tracks to keep the bass thumping, massive speakers
scattered around the interior of the building. On the opposite, closest to the
entrance, was a huge wall-to-wall bar with four to five bartenders scurrying to
meet orders. A metal railing surrounded the dance floor, cutting off the
dancers from the spectators. On the second floor, overlooking the first, Duo
could see tables and sectioned off VIP lounges.

�Feeling better, Duo?� Relena
questioned with a laugh.

Smirking, Duo answered, �Of
course, Lena! You always come up with ways to shock me, though. Who would of
thought . . . Relena Peacecraft . . . good girl on the outside, a rebellious
badass on the inside!

Quatre laughed uproariously as
he saw stepsister blush, which was remarkable since the club was lit only by
its swirling florescent light effe Chu Chuckling, the usually subdued blonde
threw himself into wickedness, dragging Duo and Relena off to the bar. �Time
for some shots!� he crowed as he dived into the nightlife.

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Heero raked an irritated hand
through his unruly bangs, a frown marring his features. Duo had sent him off to
accomplish various errands that needed tendino. To. They were reasonable tasks
that normally Heero would have carried out without batting an eyelash.
Perfectly reasonable, if it wasn�t that �too innocent� look on Duo�s face when
he was speaking to him and that mischus gus grin tugging on the corners of his
lips. Had Duo known he would run into complications concerning the equipment?
Had he foreseen the difficulty for Heero when it came to one on one
communication with his men? Had he snickered behind his hand, knowing Heero
would have been trapped in a useless, idiotic argument over refreshments for
the Vice Foreign Minister?

Only to collide with an
immovable object.

�What?� he snarled at Trowa.

�Where�s Quatre?� was all the
tall Carpathian demanded.

�How the fuck should I know? I�m
not his keeper.�

�Considering the fact that him
and Duo are like blood brothers, I figured you would know, Yuy,� Wufei snapped
as he stepped out from among the shadows. �So where�s Quatre? In fact, where�s
Duo and Relena for that matter?�

Heero snapped his mouth shut as
he glared. His senses flared, searching for the braided baka�s scent that had
branded itself onto Heero�s memory. Only to find . . . nothing.

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�You can�t find him either,�
Trowa said more as a statement then a question. �Quatre has disappeared as
well, as did Relena.�

�The work of a vampire?� hissed
Heero.

�No. The work of stubbornness
and stupidity. Their rooms are empty, but I noticed closet doors open and
clothes missing. My guess is that they went out.�

�Out? Out where?�

�Where else, Yuy? They�re young
humans. Where do most young people go on a weekend night?�

Heero�s eyes sparkled with
suppressed rage. �I�ll kill him!!!�

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Eyes closed, mind shut off from
the hassles of the world, Duo was nothing more then your average teenager on
the dance floor. There was no such thing as duty, or assassinations, or Heero
Yuy. There was only him, the music, and two muscled bodies pressing in on him.
His blood pulsed with the music, his body flowing with the rhythm, his senses
at one with the moment. It was all about the here and now. And right here, right
now, Duo was enjoying the hell out of himself!

In the meantime, Quatre was
watching from an overhanging balcony, a small smile on his lips and a drink in
his hand. He was secretly glad Relena had suggested this night on the town with
just the three of them, just like old times. Oh, he knew Trowa would most
likely reprimand him once he discovered his absence. Even though he needed this
time off, he couldn�t wait until Trowa found him. As sweet and innocent as
Quatre appeared on the outside, he felt trapped inside a cage. A cage that he
had a feeling Trowa had a key to.

Quatre smirked at his thoughts
before his eyes wandered back to Duo. He wondered to himself whynevenever fell
for the braided boy. It would have been so easy. Granted, they had known each
other since the third grade, but Duo had a wit about him, a sarcastic dry humor
that never failed to produce a smile or two. There was his joker�s mask, where
everything was carefree and funny. Life was a joke, and Duo its jester. Then there
was his Shinigami persona, where it was kill or be killed. The God of Death who
sent souls to the afterlife. The thoughtful critic, the resourceful opponent,
the wise scholar (though many rarely, if ever, saw that side of Duo), they were
all a part of a multi-faceted Duo Maxwell. And right now, Duo was the sly and
sensual seducer. With a tinge of danger around him, Duo was a forbidden
temptation. And everyone knew, what was forbidden was often the most tempting.

Quatre�s eyes danced up and down
Duo�s body. A tight black muscle shirt clung to his body, cut short to expose
his midsection. A mess shirt with long sleeves was thrown on top of the
garment. Black leather pants that looked like they were spray-painted on clung
to his legs and derriere. Black boots that reached mid-calf adorned his feet,
massive silver buckles on the sides reflecting the swirling lights. Duo�s hair
was up in a loose ponytail, the ends of his chestnut hair brushing the curve of
his backside. Body glitter had been rubbed on his arms, chest, and face, eyes
outlined heavily with kohl. Glossy lip-gloss painted his lips that were licked
flirtatiously every once and a while. Oh yeah, Duo Maxwell was sex personified.

Not that Quatre was anything
less. Duo had managed to squeeze him into tight scarlet red pants as well, a
depiction of a Chinese dragon rising on one leg. A loose belt looped itself out
his narrow hips, heavy black leather
with metal studs. He wore a body hugging black vest with gaping laces on both
sides and front with no shirt underneath. Around his neck was a black choker,
or a collar as Duo gleefully proclaimed, with Trowa�s etched on the
metal plate. Black studded cuffs circling both his wrists, theal ral reflecting
the dancing lights hypnotically. Black eyeliner outlined his aquamarine eyes, a
startling contrast that captivated and seduced. Relena had talked him into
applying fire hydrant red steaks into his pale blonde hair that washed out in
one rinse. He too had body glitter rubbed on every available surface. He looked
like a cross between a Hell�s Angel and a submissive bondage teen. He couldn�t
wait until Trowa saw him.

Standing off to the side, a
drink in her hand as she gaily conversed with a couple of extremely interested
males, Relena�s tinkling laughter could be heard above the pulsating bass.
After they had finished with dressing Duo and Quatre, the two boys turned their
attention onto their �sister.� It was no wonder no one recognized her. The
dignified, poised, and elegantly groomed daughter of Vice Foreign Minister
Darlian wouldn�t have been caught dead in public in thtfittfit she was adorned
in. Ah . . . the idiocy of the public eye, for Relena �I�m Not As Innocent As I
Look� Peacecraft was out for the thrill of a chase.

Who was doing the chasing
remained to be seen.

Garbed in a shiny tight black
skirt that barely covered her backside, fishnet stockings encasing her slim
legs, and a white off the shoulder skin tight shirt that was slashed across the
chest to reveal a peak at her cleavage, Relena managed to pull of the �I�m a
high class girl with a wild side� look and not look trashy in the process. On
her feet were heels that put pole dancers and strippers to shame with the
thickness of the soles, her feet arched to the point that it reminded Quatre of
the way Barbie dolls stood in their plastic fake heels. The effect made her
legs seem to go up forever until they dovetailed into slim but ample hips. Hips
that made a man�s hands itch to span them. Quatre hated to admit it, but his
sister was drop dead sexy. Hopefully, Trowa wouldn�t notice her. Hopefully,
he�ll only have eyes for him.

And speak of the devil . . .
here comes Trowa right now . . .

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Heero cast a dubious glance
around the club. �Are you sure they�re in here?� he questioned, his sensitive
eyesight hindered by the glare of the lights.

�I�m positive Yuy. Now shut up
and look for them.�

Heero frowned as he stepped forward,
his eyes scanning the undulating bodies, the smell of liquor and body odor
vainly concealed by copious amounts of perfume and cologne. He never could
understand the allure of such places. Humans. What strange creatures. He headed
up the stairs to the second floor after watching Wufei blending into the crowd
on the first.

Wufei, after witnessing the way
the crowd gathered in the center of the dance floor, made his way over to see
what the commotion was all about. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

There, sandwiched between two
lumbering idiots, danced his Duo. Wufei�s eyes scanned his scantily clad form
before hazing over with an unknown emotion. How dare anyone touch Duo in
such a revolting manner. And how dare Duo believe he would get away with
this nonsense of disappearing!

Stalking forward, Wufei�s hand
whipped forward in a bruising grasp. His fingers encircled Duo�s bicep as he
jerked him out from between the two sweating bodies. Duo, his mind so entranced
with the music, was suddenly snapped into reality when a vicious grip on his
arm threatened to cut off blood supply to his abused limb. His eyes shot open
to behold Wufei�s smoldering onyx eyes.

�You have a lot of explaining to
do, Maxwell,� he snarled as he dragged him off the dance floor.

�Wait!� Duo cried out, digging
his heels into the floor. �I can explain! Honest! This wasn�t my idea!�

�Oh? And who�s was it?
Quatre�s?�

�Relena�s! I swear to god, Wu! I
may run and hide, but I never lie!!�

Wufei paused at the mention of
Relena�s name. �Darlian�s daughter?� he scoffed. �Honestly Duo, I would have
believed Quatre better.�

�I swear it�s the truth,
Fei! I�m not lying!!!�

�You can explain yourself later,
Maxwell. You�re in enough trouble as it is.�

Just then, a stumbling drunk
manago cro crash himself into Duo and Wufei, halting their process across the
floor. �Duo, baby!� the drunk exclaimed before hiccupping. �Where ya going?
That was some awesome dancing you did out there, sugar!�

The blubbering idiot patted
Duo�s rump fondly, a beatific smile on his face. Without a second thought,
Wufei let his fist fly. It connected solidly with the fool. He heard, with a
satisfied smack of his lips, the man�s jaw crack as he crashed to a crumpled
heap at their feet.

�Fei!� Duo exclaimed, his jaws hanging
open.

Wufei rubbed his knuckles, a
satisfied gleam in his eyes. �He shouldn�t have touched you,� he simply
replied.

~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~

Heero�s cobalt eyes widened as
he stared at the creature in front of him. His mind refused to believe what he
was seeing but his senses confirmed it was true.

Standing before him, garbed in
clothes that barely concealed her body from roving eyes, was Relena �I�m All
for Love and Harmony� Peacecraft.

~Holy Shit!~

The explicit echoed through his
mind like a gunshot. He was definitely picking up on Maxwell�s language. More
importantly though was the need to get Relena out of the club before she
incited a riot.

Growling, he stalked over to her
and grabbed her arm. �Thought you could escape for a little fun?� he hissed in
her ear. He felt her entire body freeze, muscles tensing in as a rush of
adrenaline hit her bloodstream. It was the Fight or Flight instinct that kicked
it when faced with a predator. And Heero was very much a predator.

Smiling apologetically at the
men she was speaking to, Relena turned to peer at Heero.

�Heero!� she garbled, her breath
hitching. �What a surprise to see you here!�

�Enough games,� he retorted,
hauling her away, his fingers an unbreakable bracelet around her wrist. �Did
you really think you could get away with this? My God, I would have figured you
would have more sense in letting Duo talk you into this!�

Relena cleared her throat as she
followed, not wanting to create a scene. �Actually, Heero, it wasn�t Duo who
thought of this,� she confessed. �It was my idea. All of it.�

Stunned, Heero merely stared at
Relena. �You�re kidding.�

Shaking her head, Relena smiled
unapologetically. �Nope. I was the one who suggested all of this.�

Hissing between his teeth, Heero
continued his trek down the stairs to the first floor. He smiled in
satisfaction at the sight of Wufei and Duo waiting for them by the entrance,
Duo looking meek and contrite. How long that was going to last was anyone�s
guess.

Wufei and Heero shared a nod as
they both waited for the last candidate for insanity in this farce of a
rebellion.

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Quatre glanced nervously for Duo
from above. He had disappeared so suddenly, as did Relena. As if on cue, an
uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. A familiar presence played upon the
edges of his mind, but it was masked, as if it didn�t want to make itself
known. Perturbed, he swung away from the railing.

A crashed into an immovable
object. Startled, he glanced up and met piercing green eyes. Quatre
gasped, his drink slipping through limp
fingers to crash and splatter on the floor. �T�Trowa!� he squeaked, backing away
instinctively. �Wha�what are you doing here?�

Trowa sighed as he leaned
against a pillar, his arms crossed in front of his chest. �Chasing after my
errant insubordinate, what else?� he answered. In a blinding move, his hand
whipped out and snagged Quatre�s wrist, dragging him forward. �Don�t ever do
that again,� he whispered menacingly. �Don�t ever think to mislead me, little
one. You don�t want to know what the consequences would be.�

Quatre trembled under Trowa�s burning
gaze. �I�m sorry!� he cried out in real fear. �I�m sorry! I won�t do it again,
I promise!�

Quatre�s fear permeated into
Trowa�s mind. Cursing himself for scaring the slender youth, he wrapped his
arms around the shivering blonde. �Forgive me, little one,� he whispered in
Quatre�s ear soothingly. �I didn�t mean to scare you. It�s just, don�t ever
leave me in the dark like that. I wouldn�t know if you were in danger and if
anything happened to you . . .�

italic'>to be touched. Ever thought of that?� he retorted defiantly.

Heero breath escaped between his teeth in a snake like hiss. The
muscles of his arms twitched in suppressed fury, the urge to beat someone
senseless overpowering.

�Just have to be the center of attention, don�t you?� he snarled. �You
just had to endanger your friends in this ridiculous charade just so you could
dress up and play the tramp.�

Purplish-blue eyes flared as a multitude
of emotions flooded the slender youth Fury, indignation, humiliation, they were
all reflected in his glare. Duo let his fist fly, unholy glee erupting when he
connected solidly with Heero�s left cheek. Heero�s head snapped to the right,
pain burning briefly before fading away. He touched the bruised area gingerly
as he turned to look at the braided boy.

�Fuck you, Yuy!� Duo howled
before he spun away and stomped off to the entrance.

At least, that was his plan. It was interrupted when
Heero�s hands shot out and threw Duo over his shoulder, an arm wrapped around
his thighs to shackle him down. Hissing and spitting like a trapped animal, Duo
pounded his fists on Heero�s back with all his might, his legs kicking and
flailing useless. He screamed at the top of his lungs, not carrying if he
created a scene that ended up in the papers the next day.

�Enough!� Heero shouted,
smacking Duo�s hind end smartly, like a wayward child.

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Face flushed crimson with
embarrassment and humiliation, Duo swore vengeance and death to the doomed
male.

&;

. . . TBC . . .

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Lady S: This chapter is dedicated to Lady
Midnight because she just loved the dance club scene in the original. ^.^ I did
as well! Duo�s so hot!

Duo: Why, yes, I do believe I am. *preen*

Heero: Don�t get too full of yourself, baka.

Duo: What�s the matter, Hee-chan? Jealous?

Heero: Omae o korosu! (I�ll kill you!)

Duo: You know I adore your pillow talk, Hee-bear!
*snuggle*

Lady S: *sweatdrop* Er . . . whatever. Damn
suicidal psychotic hormonal Gundam pilots!
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