Bite Me

Chapter 9: No Satin in This Coffin

AC 201. 19. June

2100 hours [9:00 pm]

Earth - Sanc Kingdom

Duo carefully wiped a glob of a sticky, red substance from his cheek, trying hard not to focus on what exactly the substance was. He opened his mouth hesitantly, his voice nothing but a hoarse whisper. "Heero?"

Heero Yuy stood, covered nearly from head to toe in dripping scarlet, his chest heaving and his eyes burning through the mask of glistening red he wore.

A low groaning voice drew both their attention to an angry, but fear stricken Angelo. "Yuy, you will pay for this." He glared up at the younger vampire from his weak position on hands and knees.

Heero said nothing, only fixed an icy stare in Angelo's direction. For a moment there was complete silence. Duo watched with wide eyes as the wound on Angelo's arm slowly melded together, leaving only a few smears of blood behind. Slowly the pale man raised his body from the ground and within seconds was gone from sight.

A soft pattering of claws on the stone ground alerted Duo to a slightly limping hound walking towards them, his bright green eyes piercing. The animal sauntered carefully towards the bubbling mess at Heero's feet and scrunched his muzzle in obvious disgust.

Then, ignoring Heero, he ambled unevenly towards the towel laying several feet from Duo's body. In a rush of energy and flesh Trowa emerged in human form once again, wrapping the fabric around his waist casually.

With intrigued eyes Trowa took in the situation before him. He focused his vision on Duo and gestured to his braid and said pointedly, "You have vampire in your hair."

Duo wrinkled his nose and pulled at his disheveled locks sadly, picking at a piece of god knows what with his fingernails. Finding the process fairly tedious he quickly gave up and looked up at Trowa, his eyes lingering on his bare chest and soon meandering up towards a bruise about his neck. "Hey, we match," Duo smirked, indicating the dark abrasions they both harbored on their upper bodies.

Trowa wrinkled his brows and snorted softly at Duo's ability to bring his subtle humor into any situation. Then he turned his attention to Heero and the dead vampire beneath him, pursing his lips in serious thought. "You've made quite a mess."

"Hn." Heero's teeth ground together in a snarl directed at the hot pile of bloody tissues and insides. "He deserved it."

Trowa nodded. "That may be. But actions have consequences, Heero."

"I am aware," Heero hissed in reply, clenching his fists at his sides.

"What kind of consequences?" Both pairs of eyes flitted to Duo's concerned features.

Trowa's lips opened to respond, but Heero's voice came first. "Nothing we need to discuss." His face held a hint of shame and regret as he gave Duo a pining glance. Trowa sighed, but held his tongue, knowing Heero would deal with the situation in his own right.

"Heero..." Duo began, but the vampire turned his back coldly on the shocked man.

"Go home, Duo." Heero's voice was deep and full of a pain neither shifter would ever be able to fully understand. "I will take care of the messes I have created on my own." With that he was gone in a dark flash leaving two speechless men behind him. One holding a regretful lump in his quivering throat and an ache in his lustful heart.

AC 201. 19. June

2130 hours [9:30 pm]

Space - Colony L5-A0207

A loud, thunderous voice could be heard throughout the colony's largest structure, a great castle of sorts, and through the grounds nearby. "It must be done tonight...I don't care how you do it, just get it done! Tonight! No more delays!-"

"But sir-"

"No excuses!"

"Sir...Raphael Russo has been killed."

Treize Kushrenada's eyes burned beneath his angular, auburn bangs. "Excuse me?"

"Raphael...was executed...sir." The pale messenger licked at his lips nervously.

"Executed?" Kushrenada's voice boomed in the small, but lavish office. "By who?"

The messenger cleared his throat hesitantly. "Well, sir...Heero Yuy...sir."

Treize's fingers curled on top of his mahogany desk menacingly. He narrowed his eyes and muttered to no one in particular. "Yuy...touché." He turned his vision back to the cowering messenger quickly. "Heero Yuy murdered one of my best men-and his own maker-in cold blood?"

The man twiddled with his fingers in anxiety. "It would appear that way, sir."

Angrily Treize threw open a drawer to his left and pulled out a small, significant piece of plastic and threw it at the messenger without restraint. "The job will be done tonight! Tell the men to take an express shuttle...whatever the hell it takes." He paused and fueled his fury into a cunningly, evil smile, his fangs glistening. "And inform them that they have specific orders to detain Heero Yuy. He has broken vampire law...murder and treason to his own kind...and now he will suffer the consequences. The perfect consequences."

AC 201. 19. June

2300 hours [11:00 pm]

Earth - Sanc Kingdom - Preventer Barracks

Duo sat cross legged atop his dorm room bunk facing the small mirror tacked precariously to the wall. His fingers fumbled nervously with his long, damp, chestnut locks, braiding them together as best he could.

He sighed, looking at his pale features with a grim expression. It had taken him a good forty minutes to get the last bits of blood and literal vampire from his skin and hair; it had been frighteningly quality thinking time.

Duo rubbed his bloodshot eyes roughly with his willowy fingers. He had witnessed a murder. A horribly violent death. And he was in love with the killer. But the worst part about it was that not a single bone in his body felt guilty about it. In his mind's eye what Heero had done was perfectly appropriate.

A brisk knock on the door interrupted his brooding thoughts. He turned hesitantly, slowing moving off the bed and towards the entryway. His jaw tight, Duo gazed through the peep hole to find a solemn looking Heero on the other side.

Duo blinked and spun so that his back was resting heavily against the door. His eyes wide with anxiety, his breathing heavy he glanced down at his bare chest and sweat pant clad legs. His fists clenched against the door frame and his eyes shut tight as he shook his head and tried to calm his hyperventilating state.

There was another knock on the door, and this time, a voice. "Duo...I know you're in there." Heero paused nervously. "I think we should talk."

Duo licked his lips. "Talk?" His voice broke embarrassingly. Clearing his throat he tried again. "What could we possibly have to talk about?" He gave a tiny, uncomfortable laugh as though it was a simply absurd idea to think about.

"Duo..." Heero muttered something incoherent on the other side. "Will you just open the door." He seemed slightly annoyed now. "Don't you think this would be easier face to face."

Duo's brows furrowed upwards. "Face to face?...Heero I don't think-"

"Duo! Just open the goddamned door!" Heero's voice was loud, but almost sounded as if he were smiling at Duo's nervous appeals.

With a deep breath, Duo removed the chain lock and unbolted the door, slowly revealing the pale vampire standing in his hallway. "Hi," he said in an uncomfortable tone, not sure what other greeting would be appropriate.

"Hello," Heero answered with a glint in his eyes. It was as if their previously conversation through the door had not taken place.

There was a powerfully awkward silence before Duo spoke, scratching the back of his neck and furrowing his brows slightly. "So...would you like to come in?"

The question came as a great relief to Heero, the invisible barrier between he and Duo finally dissolving. Swiftly he entered the tiny dormitory, causing his braided companion to blink rapidly, turning around with a bewildered look on his face. Heero said nothing in response, merely stood stiffly in the middle of the room, waiting for Duo to close the door.

Eying Heero, Duo quickly pulled on a t-shirt that had been lying on his bed and took a seat at the small table in what was his makeshift kitchen. He pawed at the bandage wrapping itself up his scraped appendage protruding from his pant leg. This new silence was even more unbearable.

Heero cleared his throat. "Duo...I'm sorry."

Duo held up his hand and gave a minimal smirk. "No need, Heero. Honestly, don't apologize."

"But it's my fault. Raphael and Angelo-"

"What's done is done." Even Duo himself was surprised at the maturity in his words and tone.

Heero nodded slightly, not entirely convinced. A deep pool of regret and fear was welling inside his stomach. "Duo...right before Raphael...do you remember...I was trying to tell you something."

Duo's eyes glazed for a moment in deep thought and then he nodded. Heero went on, his voice amazingly unsteady. "Well...I was going to say..." He paused, trying his hardest to form the impossible syllables, his lips nearly quivering. But, then another thought entered his mind. "Do you remember when you asked me where I sleep...during the day?"

Duo gave the vampire a quizzical stare, but nodded once more.

Heero pressed on. "Duo...do you trust me?"

Again, a nod was the only response given from the braided shifter.

Heero gazed at the man before him for a moment, then turned to leave, but then his voice carried over his shoulder. "Then follow me."

Duo eyes scavenged the tiny apartment, looking for any signs of a coffin. It wasn't exactly something he was used to looking for, and wasn't sure what to expect.

Trembling fingers latched onto his wrist and Heero, diverting his eyes in the shadows of the dark space, led him down a hallway and to a heavily locked door. Quickly he removed a small key from his back pocket and unlocked the door with surprising speed.

Neither spoke as Heero guided Duo into the dim room. Nothing adorned the blank white walls and there was no furniture except for a large industrial looking metal box elevated in the center of the room.

Heero released his hold on the shifter's arm and walked towards the large coffin, lifting the lid with ease, still hiding his features from Duo's wondering eyes. The braided man stood in the doorway for a moment, unsure, but then slowly proceeded further into the room, towards the vampire and his coffin.

Duo licked his lips nervously. "This is it?" His eyes scanned the plain, white linen lining and the black, metal casing in curiosity.

"Simplicity is all I need." Heero's voice was faint as he too stared down at the space where he spent the duration of his time after sun-up till sun-down.

Duo gazed at the vampire before him with soft eyes and a soft smile. He reached out and touched his fingertips to Heero's ice-cold hand. "It suits you."

There was a short pause in the proceedings where Heero turned to face Duo with an indistinct look of happiness in his dark eyes, their faces mere inches apart, before they were simultaneously grabbing, mauling, ripping and kissing, hard and fast.

Heero was unsure how it happened, or who had started it, but one minute his shirt was on, the next it was gone and somewhere on the floor along with several buttons. He leaned into Duo, his weight causing the shifter to stagger, but Duo took Heero with him, both colliding into the waist height coffin.

So Heero called his dare and yanked Duo's thin shirt upwards and away from his lean frame. Duo raised his arms high as Heero peeled it free of his body to cast it aside along with his shirt. The vampire's palms moved to the shifter's face and held him steady as they breathlessly kissed again, his fingers burrowing into Duo's hair and feeling his hands roving all over the dips of his icy, muscular back.

A tightness was rising in Heero's stomach and his lips were tingling, making him light-headed, all sense of the here and now evaporating. The only awareness being that unobtainable and beautiful braided man in front of him and in his arms-the one he hated yet the one he had been desiring for so long, the one that drove him crazy, the one he just could not walk away from…the one who was now pressing up against him every bit as hard as he was.

And then, in a rush of ecstasy there was a hollow pop as his fangs exposed themselves. With a quick breath of embarrassment Heero released his grip on Duo and stepped back. It took a moment for the shifter to sober, his expression full of confusion. "Heero...what's wrong?" His voice was small and scared.

"I-I'm sorry." Heero averted his eyes to the shirts haphazardly thrown on the floor. "My fangs."

"Heero," Duo moved forward, his mouth winding into a flirtatious smirk. "I honestly don't give a shit about your fangs."

Heero raised his eyes to meet the glowing violet ones in front of him. "You're sure?"

Duo wrinkled his forehead, but his smirk only grew wider and more devious. "Fuck, Heero..." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the vampire's jaw. "I am..." His kissed the corner of Heero's mouth. "One hundred..." Another kiss. "Percent..." Another. "Sure."

Within seconds Duo found himself on his back, laying in the coffin they had previously been leaning against, Heero above him, his eyes lustful, his fangs glistening.

There was a soft moment where neither moved and time slowed to where it could barely keep up with their racing heartbeats. Heero's jaw quivered and Duo closed his eyes in preparation for what was to come next. Slowly the vampire allowed his fangs to graze against the tender skin of Duo's neck, kissing from his jaw to his collar bone provocatively, and then, with unexpected suddenness, Heero bit into the flesh.

Immediately drops of warm, scarlet blood oozed from the small wounds, dripping slowing down Duo's trembling neck, but before they could reach the white linen of the coffin a greedy tongue caught them.

Heero's fangs sank into the perfectly shaped wounds and he drank lustfully. His dark eyes closed and his hands roamed Duo's body in exhilaration. The vampire gave a hungry, powerful suck and Duo moaned in his ear, immediately Heero stopped.

"Are you alright?" His eyes scoured Duo's perspiring face and half opened eyes. "I-I can stop."

Duo sighed raggedly and stared at his own deep red blood dripping from Heero's sculpted chin and lips. "Please, Heero, go on." There was a hint of desire hiding beneath the shifter's exhausted sounding voice.

And so, with little hesitance, Heero proceeded.

AC 201. 19. June

2300 hours [11:00 pm]

Earth - Sanc Kingdom - Peacecraft Mansion - Winner Suite

Trowa awoke to a rustling outside the carved mahogany door several yards from the luxurious bed he and his beloved Quatre were currently occupying. As his tired eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding them, his senses prickled ominously.

His muscles tensed and he turned his bruised neck a fraction of an inch to get a better view of the doorway. The petite body sprawled halfway across his bare chest stirred slightly, his silk encased legs repositioning themselves against Trowa's own.

The shifter's attention was diverted for a moment, gazing down at the blond figure hidden slightly beneath the sheets. Trowa ran his willowy fingers through Quatre's hair affectionately, now completely unconcerned about the noise that had previously woken him. Slowly Quatre turned his head upwards and his eyes fluttered open, their aqua irises glowing in the nighttime darkness.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Trowa's voice was deep and breathy.

Quatre gave him a loving grin. "It's fine. You know I don't mind waking up to you."

A smile flicked at Trowa's lips, but before he could answer the door he had been formerly eying crashed open.

Within seconds the room's whole dynamic had changed. Four deathly pale vampires surrounded the bed and Trowa had forcefully thrown himself between their fang filled smiles and Quatre.

For a moment nothing seemed to happen. All four vampires stood their ground while Trowa contemplated his next move, absurdly scared with Quatre squirming behind him in confusion and tangled bed sheets.

After the long bout of silence a vampire with auburn hair and dark eyes spoke. "We are here for Mr. Winner."

Trowa shook his head slowly. "No fucking way-"

Quatre had finally disentangled himself from the sheets and grabbed Trowa's shoulders before the man could attack. "Why?" he asked in a level tone. The vampire sighed, annoyed with the seemingly frail human's question.

Another vampire, to the right of the auburn haired one, spoke up with a menacing smirk wrapping his pale features. "Trust us, you don't want to know."

Trowa's muscles rippled with anger. "Don't you dare touch him!-"

"Enough!" The head vampire bellowed, his eyes narrowing. "No more talking." His head twitched downwards in a nodding motion and all four vampires moved in a frighteningly rapid motion.

Trowa's forearms were grabbed by granite hard fists and his whole body was dragged from the bed as if he were a mere rag doll. His bones felt as if they would snap under the pressure as his arms were twisted unnaturally behind his back and forced upwards causing his torso to bend towards the floor at a right angle. Looking up through his mussed, umber bangs Trowa felt his stomach lurch as he saw Quatre being wrestled from the bed in a similar manner.

As one of the vampires drew a length of white cord from his coat and began wrapping Quatre's wrists in an expert fashion, the auburn haired leader made his way towards Trowa's helpless form. His fingers were ice cold as they grabbed hold of the shifter's chin and roughly pulled his head up to look at him in appraisal. Slowly he turned his vision to the struggling Quatre and then back to Trowa, giving him a look of disgust. "Honestly, Mr. Winner, I don't know what you see in this mutt."

Quatre began to angrily protest, but a piece of cloth was pulled viciously into his mouth, muffling his words. With all his might Trowa tried to pull away from his capture, but his wrists barely budged from the handcuff like grip. The auburn haired vampire released Trowa's face and gave him a hard tap on the cheek. With a loud growl of anger and humiliation the shifter twisted his arms painfully and wrenched himself free.

Impulse ran through his body like lightning and he could not stop the burning and chilling sensations that ran down his spine as his body morphed into it's hound-like state.

But within seconds Trowa realized his critical mistake as a leather collar was snapped tightly around his neck.

"No!" he yelled, but all that came out was a muffled yelp. The world spun in front of his shifted eyes. He had played into their hands, into his one true weakness as a shifter. With the collar around his neck there was no way of shifting back into human form.

"Did you really think vampires would ignorant enough not to know your weakness, mongrel?" The head vampire gave a loud laugh, his fangs glinting evilly in the moonlight. Trowa ran towards Quatre in one last desperate attempt to free him, but his captures were already dragging the his petite frame through the open doorway.

Where the hell are Wufei and Hilde? Trowa thought to himself as his body was thrown helplessly against the wall mid-stride. The auburn haired vampire gave another malicious laugh before closing the bedroom door behind him with a loud slam. There was sound of something heavy being pushed against the entrance to prevent Trowa from freeing himself too soon...and then...silence.

to be continued...

A/N: Does this chapter at all make up for the long months I have not updated? Hopefully. Thanks for any and all support guys :)