passion play =============================================================================
Passion Play - 2
By: ~*Duo-neko*~
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" Before Lucifer died, he told me where to find you. He said to tell you he's calling in his chips. You owe him. Pay me."

Heero was on Duo before his pulse could move along the small about of blood remaining in his body. Duo suspected if there had even any blood left worth taking, Heero would have yanked it from his veins and let him to the mercy of the mortals.

With a sudden movement, Heero grabbed Duo's long chestnut braid. His eyes glowed supernaturally, shooting bluish sparks at him in the darkness. Heero's pale face flashed disbelief and pain, but only for a second. Duo knew he and Lucifer had been close, once, and suddenly understood why.

Whatever his face betrayed, his words belied those feelings. " Were you a masochist before you died or did it come with the transformation?" Heero shoved him back against the table. Duo heard a click. White funneled light from the shaded bulb overhead rocked crazily around the room. Duo howled and covered his eyes against the solar like glare.

"What did you expect? Heero demanded. " I'd greet one of Lucifer's castoffs with open arms? Welcome to my nightmare, sweet virgin of the dusk? I always wanted a child."

" Lucifer said you can be cruel."

Heero laughed. The sound cut through Duo's ears like a claw ripping its way down his backbone. "He should know." Teeth bared, Heero looked fierce. " He didn't teach you much about vampire etiquette before it bit it, did he? How unlike him not to foster independence. Maybe we should go nip Miss Manners."

He grabbed Duo and forced him to look at him. The power Heero emanated was horrifying and beautiful at the same time. " One, vampire babe: never, ever venture into the territory of another vampire. It's an act of aggression. What happens next is instinct. You just got a taste of mine as I got a taste of you. Got that?"

Duo nodded weekly.

" Two: we are a solitary species, in case Lucifer didn't manage to convey hat. If you should accidentally wander into another's designated dining area, get the hell out as fast as you can. Am I making myself clear?"

Duo nodded again.

Heero looked at him with a combination of revulsion, pity and annoyance, and pushed Duo away from him. "How long?"

Duo propped himself upright. His head swam. "What?" He felt Heero's impatience like an assault.

" What do you think I'm asking? How long have you been coming to the pool halls?"

"I've been like this just over a week. Ten days."

" Damn!" Heero ran a hand through his hair. " Lucifer was always a sucker, so to speak, for boys. So why are you here?"

Duo crawled up onto the pool table so he could sit; he didn't have the strength to stand. He studied Heero's vitality and wondered how he would react if he asked him for a little blood. However, before Duo can have a chance to speak, Heero beat him to it.

" Don't even think about it."

"Am I so obvious or can you read minds?" Duo's brain felt dried out and the room was weaving worse than the light. He bent his head, trying to keep from passing out, and fell forward. A hand like a wall, held him up.

"I hope Lucifer rots in hell!" Duo heard him say, accompanied by the muted sound of leather cracking.

The sent spread up through his nostrils and down his throat. Copper roses. He opened his eyes and saw a river of rubies. Heero pulled his head to a slit on his chest and Duo's lips found the wound as easily as a nursing baby finds a nipple. Duo held the man's shoulder in a vice grip and sucked. Warmth flowed in, expanding out from his stomach and warm rain coated his flesh. Warm rain in moonlight.

Suddenly, He was cut off. It was as though a silver knife severed him into two sections heart and head.

Heero shoved him away. " Greedy little leech. Don't expect to be invited back to any of my parties."

Duo felt much better. Mind clear, body energized. He was still hungry though. He watches as Heero pressed two fingers to the wound near his hear and within seconds, the bleeding ceased.

As he was slipping his T-shirt and jacket back on, Duo noticed defined muscles dancing beneath the warm skim. " Why did you help me? He asked.

He turned away.

" I mean, you could have left me here to rot. Lucifer said you might."

Heero turned and the look on his face was amusement. " Lucifer said the, did he?" He threw back his head, opened his mouth and roared with laughter--he looked like a wild animal so self-satisfied that for once it lets its guard down. His stained incisors glinted steel strong and were longer then Lucifer's. Duo felt his own mouth with his tongue: his eye teeth would grow. Lucifer assured him of that. In the meantime, he'd have to find another way to pierce skin. That is, if he could bring himself to do it. All the blood he'd drunk until now had come from Lucifer.
Again, Heero's words said he was privy to Duo thoughts. "I suppose Lucifer fed you with an eye dropper." His eyes turned serious and one side of his mouth pulled back in disapproval. " As of this moment, vampire babe, consider yourself weaned. Tomorrow night you eat or starve."

The idea frightened Duo. He didn't know how to feed. Didn't know if he could even bring himself to do it. Drinking some blood from Lucifer, and now Heero, was one thing. taking it from a breathing, pulsing mortal. Someone who was very much alive as he himself had been not so long ago.

Heero reached out and instinctively Duo ducked, but Heero only pulled other cord and shut the light. He crossed the room, opened the door and was gone. Duo hesitated ten jumped up to follow.

Heero had collected his case and was already starting down the steps to street level by the time Duo caught up. His hips held just the right amount of tension. His stride was long, his legs muscular and powerful in the tight black denim and Duo had trouble keeping pace. Lucifer had told him that as the years pass by, his power would grow. What he didn't tell Duo he had deduced: for a while--and he didn't know hoe long-- Duo would be fragile as eggshell, far more sensitive to impending daylight than him, more volatile in his own needs. In fact, Duo's hunger was outrageous by any standards he knew. He wanted food--no, blood--when he wanted it, and all other drives paled in the face of what he was quickly learning was a compulsion. Not one he had any control over either.

Heero stopped beside a black Jaguar with tinted windows. This is probably where he seduces his victims, Duo thought.

After they were both seated, Heero looked over at Duo." Better buckle up, darlin'. At least that's what I tell the warm-blooded men and women who usually sit in that seat."

Suddenly, Duo was tired of being toyed with. " Look, if you can read my mind, just say so."

" Anybody can read your mind. Your heart's on your sleeve and your thoughts, mundane though they be are imbedded in your pretty little face like gossip from Variety."

Despite the insult, Duo felt a secret thrill that he'd called him pretty. Duo stifled that thought, though, in case Heero was aware of it. "Where are we going?"

" Nap time."