Dance With the Demons + Part 3 (cont)
Look Without Your Eyes

Duo snickered, levering himself up. He dipped his head, closing his eyes, catching Wufei's mouth in a deep kiss, finding the other's mouth open and waiting. He plunged his tongue inside, tangling his tongue with Wufei's. Wufei drew Duo's tongue deep, biting on it. Duo's eyes flew open, and he made a little sound of surprise.

Wufei pulled back, the impish smile back on his face.

"What's this? Sadistic tendencies in my little masochistic pet?"

"Damn right."

Duo just shook his head, grinning. He felt, well, wonderful. Tingles still ran almost absently through his body from the rush of Wufei's power, and his muscles were relaxed, languid.

"Do you feel as good as I do right now?" Duo asked lightly.

"All tingly and relaxed at the same time? Yeah. I've never felt that before, never at the same time. Ever."

"So I guess I'm really good."

Wufei nodded.

"I think I've worn you out," Duo said, enjoying himself immensely.

"Maybe just a little, but I'll recover quickly. I've got an advantage, remember."

"Ah. Momentary lapse. My brain is still fogged."

"Perhaps," Wufei agreed.

Duo looked Wufei over, then himself. "I'd say we're due for a shower. Coming with me?"

Wufei nodded his agreement. "Conserve water, shower together. And to think, this morning, you were flustered that I was in the same bed with you."

"Imagine that." Duo picked himself up slowly.

Wufei purred as he felt Duo's cock slide gradually out of him. He stretched languorously, sighing in contentment.

"Excuse me, but did you just purr?"

Wufei had the decency to look embarrassed as he rose to his feet after Duo. He walked passed the longhaired man, who gazed lustily at the slender figure. Duo's eyes dropped, looking at the come trailing down the inside of Wufei's thigh. A stirring started in his stomach, running swiftly to his groin. With a growl, Duo started after his lover.

The phone rang as Duo crossed the living room. He ignored it, entering the bedroom as his answering machine clicked on.

"Duo. Pick up the phone." Quatre's voice flowed through the telephone line. "Stop fucking Wufei and pick up the phone, damn it."

Duo backpedaled, poking his head around the corner curiously.

"Forget it, no time. We have a situation. Meet me at Devil's Bliss, same place you met with the Erus. Knock on the left hand door, same as before. Now, Duo." The machine clicked off.

Swearing, Duo stalked into the bathroom.

"Hurry up, Wufei. We've got to go."

"Quatre wants us at Devil's Bliss," Wufei said from the shower.

"How'd you know?" Duo asked, crawling in with him, quickly scrubbing down.

Wufei rolled his eyes. "I've got extremely good hearing." He took the washcloth from Duo and washed his owner's back.

"Right. Erm, what are you doing?"

"Washing your back."

"Yeah, I noticed. Why?"

"I'm stealing the chance to cop a feel."

"Uh huh." Duo hunched his shoulders as Wufei started working on his ass.

"We haven't got time to romp in the shower, Wuffie."

"I know, but how can I miss the chance to touch my master?"

"Master?"

"You claimed me, Duo. I'm yours now."

Duo snorted, taking the cloth from Wufei and swiftly returned the favor. "Even if Heero says you're not?"

"Mmmmmm . . . what?" Wufei's eyelashes fluttered. "Well, that really remains to be seen. I still think you might be able to face him and live."

"Great vote of confidence, Wu." Duo rinsed the last bit of suds from his body and shut off the water. "Come on, find some clothes."

+

Ten minutes later, Duo and Wufei were walking down the dark staircase to the room where they had waited for the Erus' summons. Duo was dressed in his usual black pants and shirt, selecting sturdy black boots for footwear. He'd slipped on a shoulder holster with his Glock .45 in it, hauling on a jacket to conceal it.

Wufei had looked pointedly at the gun when he slipped it in the holster. "What's that for?" He was sitting on the bed at the time in a loose pair of black linen pants and a black, form fitting fishnet shirt. He'd brushed his hair back into a small ponytail and added a silver chain that dangled half way down his chest. Soft leather boots topped off his outfit. Duo had no idea what he was getting dressed up for.

"Just in case," Duo had replied, winking as he slid the gun home. He slipped a switchblade into his boot, in the special hidden pocket he had requested. Two knives went into spring-loaded sheaths on each of his arms. The springs were for time, no need to draw the knife, just a quick flick of his wrist would send them hilt-first into his hand. Wufei had wondered why Duo was arming himself to the teeth.

Hilde had met them at the door near the stage. She was wearing the same outfit she had last night, apparently it was the bar's uniform. Her hair was a deep shade of purple and it hung loose around her face.

They passed through the entrance room, it was empty. The hallway was still as cold as Duo remembered; he shivered and goosebumps rose on his arms. Wufei walked close beside him, one step behind. Hilde stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway, motioning for Duo to go ahead. He looked back at Wufei, who just shrugged his shoulders.

Duo swung the door wide, pushing it back far enough so it banged against the wall. Everyone in the room stopped and stared at the newcomers as they walked into the room. Duo and Wufei stood close to the door, but Hilde walked passed them and settled into a vacant chair.

The room was dim, a fire roaring in the pit as the only light besides the low overhead swivel lights. Glancing around, Duo noticed Heero sitting in the same chair as before, this time flanked by two people, a tall, dark blonde man on the left and a smaller woman on the right, her waist-length hair shining a strange golden brown in the wavering light. Quatre sat on the long couch to the Erus' right, a tall brown haired man curled on his chest. The blonde had one arm wrapped protectively around him. The brunette's hair fell forward over his face, hiding one side almost completely from view, the man's single visible eye glinted a startlingly bright green in the firelight.

Across from Quatre and the unidentified brunette, Zechs sat on the other crescent shaped couch comfortably between two women that Duo hadn't seen before, one with long blonde hair and the other a brunette with her hair tied back into a neat bun. Zechs smiled at the newcomers, nodding his head in greeting. The women merely flicked their eyes over them briefly.

"Wonderful. You're having a party and didn't let us know. I'm underdressed." Duo said, taking in the crowd.

The woman who stood next to Heero raised an eyebrow. "What is this one doing here?"

"Is it your habit to question the Erus' choice, Relena?" Quatre spoke quietly.

The woman identified as Relena barely disguised a sneer. "No, of course not. But he isn't one of us."

The blonde seated next to Zechs turned to Duo. "Relena is just being cautious, Duo. Please, close the door and we'll begin."

Wufei closed the door quietly, shutting out what light the hall offered.

"Uh huh. Could we start by explaining why you decided to invite me to your little get together?" Duo asked, trying to keep his annoyance out of his voice.

"You're just peeved that we disturbed your games with Wufei," Hilde snickered from her chair.

"Now, just a goddamn minute . . . ." Duo began.

"Enough," Heero said, and the conversation ceased abruptly. "Sit, Duo." He gestured to the last vacant chair next to Hilde's.

Duo bristled at being given orders, but he sank into the plush black chair. Wufei followed him and curled comfortably at his feet, lying his cheek against Duo's thigh. Duo opened his mouth to say something, then decided against it. Let them know Wufei was his.

Relena's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. The rest of the gathered people sat waiting for the Erus to begin. Instead, the dark blonde on his left spoke.

"Well, that appears to be everyone, thank you for coming Duo," he said companionably. "To begin, let me introduce you. You already know Quatre, and the man trying to crawl into his skin is Trowa." He nodded in Quatre's direction. The blonde smiled and Trowa inclined his head slightly. "Relena is standing to the Erus' right, followed by Dorothy, Zechs and Une." Each nodded as they were named. "And, of course, the lovely Hilde. I am called Treize." He smiled brightly.

"Delighted, I'm sure," Duo said sourly.

Treize was unruffled, his smile simply grew brighter.

"If you're done, Treize . . . ?" Heero asked softly.

"Of course, Erus," he said, bowing.

Heero's eyes flickered over the assembly. "Duo Maxwell is here by my invitation, so he is to be left unmolested. The same applies to his pet."

"To Wufei," Duo corrected, wondering exactly what he meant by 'molested'.

A smile tugged at the corners of Heero's mouth. "To Wufei," he conceded.

"Now," Duo said, getting straight to the point, "what's this 'situation' you have?"

Next to Heero, Relena bristled. "Listen, human, I have no idea what the Erus is thinking, bringing you here . . . ."

"Relena," Quatre said, smiling, "hush."

She looked ready to chew nails, but she hushed.

"Be nice to Death . . . ." Quatre whispered.

Heero looked unconcerned. "The situation is this: I have requested that you cease murdering creatures –"

"We've been over this already," Duo cut him off.

The Erus held up his hand. "But. New information has come to my attention. In light of recent developments, I have a different request."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

A slow smile actually spread over Heero's almost expressionless face. "I wish to enlist your aid."

The rest of the gathering seemed surprised by this, and Relena sucked in her breath with a hiss. Only Quatre seemed unconcerned.

"You can't be serious, Erus," Dorothy said. "What can this human do?"

Une echoed her opinion. "This boy can be of no use to us. Send him away, or kill him."

Duo cocked an eyebrow. "Seems like your underlings are pissed, Heero."

"Then it should do them well to remember that they are underlings." His voice was cold, dispassionate.

Dorothy and Une lowered their heads by way of apology.

"So, what is it exactly you want me to do?" Duo asked.

"That is unimportant right now. I simply want to know if you will help."

"Right. Well, I can't really offer help if I don't know what I'm getting in to, now can I?"

Heero considered this, then his rose silently. "As you are well aware, monster activity has increased tremendously in the last few decades. More importantly, in the last few years, human deaths by supernatural means have been on a steady increase, especially in the last fifteen years and more noticeably in the last five." He spoke quickly, confidently as he circled the fire. "This has special interest for myself, and many others. It jeopardizes our existence. If humans were to rise in force against us, we would be hard pressed for survival." He turned steely-blue eyes on Duo. "In order to protect ourselves, we must put a stop to these deaths."

Duo processed the information. "You think someone is deliberately killing humans in the hope of inciting a full fledged war against monsters with the goal of annihilating them."

"Exactly." Heero was pleased with Duo's quick mind.

"But all causes of death are pegged as genuine monster killings. I've eliminated some of the killers myself. Which means, the thing behind the killings has the ability to control the little beasties."

Again, Heero nodded.

"And why do you need me?"

Treize spoke up this time. "Your particular talents would be very useful. That, and the fact that you have many contacts in the human world. Also, you are free to move about as most of us are not."

"Oh, that reminds me. According to Wufei here, he and Trowa are shape-shifters. As for the rest of you, I didn't ask. But you," Duo looked at Heero, "and Quatre, well, I did ask. Guess what he said?" He paused for a second. "That I had to ask you directly. And now, I'm asking."

Heero sat back in his chair, still making no sound. "Everyone, out. Quatre, you stay. Trowa may also. The rest of you, leave."

Relena looked angry, but she filed out with everyone else. When Wufei made a move to leave, Duo put a restraining hand on his shoulder.

"Don't move, Wu. You're staying with me."

Heero's eyes flashed angry, even as his face and voice remained calm. "I said, everyone out."

"Too bad. Wufei's mine, so he stays. I'm his master now, not you."

"Master? Who said you were his master, Duo?" Quatre asked, his blue eyes narrowing.

"He did." Duo nodded down at Wufei, who started to look nervous. Duo tightened his grip on his shoulder in an effort to calm him.

"Is that true, Wufei? Did you acknowledge him as your master? A human master . . .?" Heero's voice sent chills down Duo's spine.

Wufei shook under Duo's hand. "Yes. He took me. But not before he watched me change. He greeted me as a master would . . . he . . . my wrist . . . ."

"Did he?" Heero was as still as a statue in his chair, only his moving mouth betraying the illusion. "And how did he know to do that?"

Duo felt again how severely out of place he was. "I didn't know. I just did it. And now he belongs to me."

"Dammit, Duo," Quatre said ruefully, "you always know just what to do to cause trouble don't you?"

"It's a talent," he replied. "From what I gather, this is a direct challenge to your authority." Duo addressed Heero this time.

"Yes, it is."

"Good enough then. Before we attempt to kill each other over this little matter, mind answering one question?"

"Which is?"

"What the hell are you?"

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Blue: I'm having the time of my life! Heeehee! This is so much fun!
Duo: She's enjoying this entirely too much.
Heero: Agreed.
Blue: So?
Quatre: Maybe you should go back to writing lemons. Epics don't seem to be your thing . . .
Blue: What are you talking about!? I've got a protagonist, support characters, a mysterious guy, snotty underlings, sex, monsters, and a plot. I have a PLOT for gods sake!
Duo: *blinks* Uhhh . . . yeah. Well, we'll let you finish this one. But then, back to normal.
Wufei: *sighing* You just want my ass again.
Duo: *grinning* And your point is?
Wufei: Never mind. Get back to the story, onna.
Blue: *grins at Duo* I think he wants you after his ass, Duo.
Wufei: ONNA . . .!!!  

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