Angelic Gamble
By Snow Tigra


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Pairings: 2x1, 3x4/4x3, 13x6, 13x5... am I missing any?

Author's note: This fic was inspired by the huge amount of pix there are of the Gundam pilots with wings. Being that I already love angels I only found it fair. Warning: Quatre torture. I apologize but I started this around finals, which means that I picked one character to have a really shitty time, that character just happened to be Quatre. To be honest I love the little Arabian, but he turns out to be the most hurt in this story. I apologize to all Quatre fans. Don't worry, this is not a death fic.

LIMY LEMON (which means I describe but not too much :P)
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Duo groaned loudly as he struggled to open his eyes. His head ached, his back ached, his leg ached... heck even his braid ached. Or at least he was sure it would have had he had nerves within his hair. Slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position but only succeeded in staying there for a few seconds, then he dropped back down into the mattress where he lay cursing his own weakness.

Mattress? Duo rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room, where was he? Underneath his body he could feel all four of his wings, creating a soft padding beside the mattress under his body. All around him the room was quite bare save for a few well chosen decorations. A human house? Yick, Duo thought, I am in a human house. It must be where Heero and Quatre and Trowa were staying.

"But why..." Why would they bother bringing me here? Duo wondered to himself. Aren't I the enemy?

Duo closed his eyes and mentally went over the last events he remembered. The challenge to Heero, retrieving his scythe from Treize only to have it taken again by that bastard. Wufei knocking him out, almost and then that strange burst of red energy...

"Pierrot."

As if on cue the door opened and Trowa walked into the room. Once again he wore the guise of a human, no sign of his wings. Duo struggled to sit up once again as Trowa sat at the edge of the bed and pulled away the covers. Duo gave a cry of protest as he realized he was naked!

"What the hell are you doing?! Where are my clothes?!"

Trowa wordlessly pointed to a pile of neatly folded black fabric across the room then turned to inspect Duo's leg. It was bandaged quite well where Heero had cut him. After Trowa inspected the bandage Duo yanked the covers back over his body.

"What is going on here? I'm confused! You're one of the Old Ones? How did you survive-"

Trowa opened his mouth to answer but Heero entered the room as well, his arms hanging lifelessly at his sides. The glare he gave Duo could have sent him straight to hell without the need of a hand basket in seconds. Duo bit his lip but otherwise didn't react.

"Can you fix what you did to Heero?" Trowa asked.

Duo finally succeeded in sitting up and leaned against the headboard on the bed, crossing his arms across his chest. "Depends, what do I get in return?"

Heero took two menacing steps forward. "You get to keep your head attached to your body."

Duo swallowed. "Well, no arguing with that. Hai, I can fix it. But you have to come over here."

Heero silently complied and sat down at the edge of the bed next to Duo. Duo looked at him quizzically for a second, his eyes moving over Heero's perfect body. He remembered suddenly how naked he was under the thin sheets and how easy it had been to get Heero's clothes off that night. The touches... the kisses... Duo shook the thoughts away quickly, enemy! He reminded himself. But that didn't help, he still didn't care that Heero was supposed to be the enemy.

Reaching forward he took one of Heero's arms and started to bring the palm to his lips. Heero quickly jerked away, jumping to his feet in surprise. "What do you think you are doing?" he hissed angrily.

"You want me to fix your arms or not?" Duo demanded. True, he could easily do it just with a touch, but... But he wanted to taste Heero's skin just once more, even if it was only for a second. He held Heero's glare with his own glare and finally the boy sat back down, allowing Duo to take a hold of his hand.

Duo slowly kissed the skin, being careful to not let them know how much he was enjoying the taste and how much he wanted to pounce on top of Heero. Carefully he kissed each of Heero's hands and purple energy shot from his lips up to Heero's shoulders. Heero yanked away his arms as soon as he could.

He watched as he flexed his fingers, moving each muscle to make sure all the feeling was back in his arms. Then he regarded Trowa and Duo with a deadly serious expression. "You both have explaining to do."

"You mean..." Duo glanced at Trowa. "He didn't know about your wings?"

Trowa shook his head. "It seems you forgot about our ability to hide our wings, Shinigami, I only let him see two of my wings."

Duo sighed. "Ne, Pie- Trowa, don't call me Shinigami. It's an old name that just holds old memories. I'm Duo now."

"Duo," Heero spit out the name and Duo had to restrain himself from wincing. He really wished he'd never made that bet with Wufei. Things would have stayed so much simpler... he never would have met Heero and never would have gotten into this mess in the first place. As Heero continued, Duo could practically feel the hatred in his voice, man had he ever fucked up.

"What happened to Quatre?" Heero demanded.

Duo spread out his hands in a look of helplessness. "I don't know. I... I ran into him the night he disappeared, he was planning on running away because he said he was afraid of causing you guys too much pain. I... I figured it would be a good way of getting to you so I brought him to where the black angels were hiding out. And I introduced him to Zechs... another one just like him who had red wings. After that I don't know, I was more worried about beating you." And now I'm babbling, he thought sadly. No need for torture here, just ask me and I'll tell you anything you want to know. How pathetic.

"Zechs... Milliardo." Heero said with a small nod. "What else?" He asked quietly.

"Nothing else. I honestly don't know what happened to Quatre. Anything could have... I wasn't there watching over his shoulder all the time." I was sleeping with you, Duo added silently. How ironic.

"Do either of you know what causes the red wings?"

Duo shook his head and Trowa answered a second later. "I've honestly never seen anything like it, never in my time."

"And that's a long time isn't it?" Duo grinned. They ignored him.

Heero nodded to Trowa and pulled him off to a corner of the room. He obviously didn't care if Duo heard, he would have left the room, but he was making it perfectly clear that Duo wasn't a part of the conversation. Which was fine by him. Duo used the time to glance at his bandaged leg, he used a very small amount of his purple 'power' to heal the cut beneath. Trowa watched him while he spoke with Heero but otherwise didn't seem to notice or care.

"Why didn't you show me all of your wings before?" Heero asked.

"I thought it wiser to wait. I did not know why the Elders sent you here and thought it best to wait until I knew for sure. However, it seems we are here for the same reasons."

Heero nodded. "To stop Treize." Heero flexed his arms once more, checking to make sure his muscles were still working. "I need to speak to Duo alone."

Trowa nodded. "Don't kill him Heero, we need him to find Treize."

Heero gave a short curt nod and Trowa left the room, shutting the door behind him. Duo swallowed slightly as Heero approached him, the look of cold hatred very apparent on his face. Heero stopped just at the edge of the bed and met Duo's eyes, seeming to stare straight into his soul.

"One question. Why?"

Duo's mouth went dry. Why? Heero was asking why? "W-why what?" he managed to choke out. Heero wasn't asking about the other night, was he?

Heero's eyes narrowed dangerously and he leaned forward, almost nose to nose with a surprised and frightened Duo. This was completely unexpected. "Don't play games, you know what I'm asking about!" His voice was a quiet, threatening hiss.

"I..." Duo shut his mouth as soon as he realized he'd only end up stuttering the answer out... an answer he didn't even have. Why did I do it? It was part of the plan wasn't it? He wasn't so sure about that anymore.

Heero frowned and turned away, heading for the door. "I see," he said quietly. "It didn't mean anything."

Duo reached after him numbly. "Matte!"

Heero stopped but didn't look back, his hand resting on the doorknob.

"You're right." Duo whispered. "It didn't... at first."

Heero didn't respond, he just turned the knob and started to open the door.

Duo looked up angrily. "Come over here and say to my face that it didn't mean anything to you!"

Whirling around Heero glared at Duo, his eyes burning. The door shut behind him and Heero stalked over to Duo, angrily. Duo summoned up his courage and just sat there, waiting for the deathblow that would inevitably come. He'd pushed it too far with that one, he should have known it was too much to hope for that Heero could actually still feel for him after what he did. So he deserved whatever Heero gave him, and right now it was looking like he'd either be strangled or get his lights punched out, and that was only if he was lucky. Duo closed his eyes and looked away, waiting for the blow.

Instead he was amazed when he felt Heero's fingers lightly grasped the bottom of his chin and tilted his head back. Duo's eyes flew open as their lips met. Impossible! He had to be dreaming! But he wasn't, Heero was kissing him, and not killing him. This was completely unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. But no matter how welcome it was Duo couldn't bring himself to respond, he was too shocked to return the kiss. Just as he regained control of himself Heero pulled away, leaving them both to breathe heavily staring at each other.

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Baka, Heero thought quietly. He leaned on the bed just staring into Duo's deep purple eyes. He knew the hatred had faded completely from his face, which was a good thing since he couldn't have held that mask there much longer. He knew it didn't really matter how Duo felt about that night, it had meant something to him and it was a memory he would always keep with him, no matter what happened in the aftermath.

So why kiss him? Why care? Because even though his feelings wouldn't change he knew it mattered for him to know how Duo felt. In the end it wouldn't make that much of a difference yet he took a small comfort in the fact that it hadn't been faked and that he had been wrong about Duo thinking it didn't mean anything. He now knew it was a night that neither would forget.

"You..." Duo pushed out the single word but couldn't seem to be able to say anything else. Heero was almost tempted to smile, almost. Duo looked so completely shocked and dumbfounded it was funny.

He actually expected me to kill him there, Heero realized.

"You... you aren't mad? Even though I tried to kill you?" He didn't seem to be grasping the situation very well. Heero allowed a very very small smile, barley noticeable, as he watched Duo try to grasp on to the fact that this was real and not some strange dream.

"Hn" was all Heero could say. A neutral answer, not angry, not happy... just neutral and just as confused as he felt. He knew he should hate Duo, if nothing else then for what happened to Quatre, because that was at least partly Duo's fault. But he couldn't. No matter how much he tried all he could think about was Duo's eyes and the feel of his long silky hair. How it had felt to be locked in a loving embrace with the other angel... the feel of his skin. Heero made a decision. No matter how much he should hate Duo he couldn't and it was much more advantageous to keep Duo on their side then let him go back to Treize's side. He wasn't about to deceive Duo, but if keeping Duo on their side meant he had to show his true feelings for the boy then he'd do it. For his own sake and for Quatre's. Besides, he didn't particularly favor the idea of facing that strange purple energy again.

Reaching forward once more, he wrapped his fingers around Duo's hand. This time when their lips met Duo did respond, all the better. Heero forgot himself completely and was soon lying next to Duo, the tangled white sheets being the only thing separating their two bodies.

It happened like before. All rational thought dissolved at the other's touch, leaving only their bodies and the bed on which they lay within their scope of awareness. Neither was sure who was taking control and as before both moved in rhythm as if they were one being and always had been. The sheet disappeared from between them thanks to Duo and then he quickly moved to make Heero's clothes disappear as well.

As the green tank top and black shorts were tossed to the ground Heero let his hands roam, running through Duo's long beautiful hair. His fingers lightly slid down Duo's spine, making the boy shiver as he tossed Heero's clothing away. Heero let his fingers linger at the very edge of Duo's spine and Duo gasped quietly in pleasure at the feathery soft touch of Heero's fingers. With a small nudge Heero rolled Duo over onto his back and leaned over him.

The overhead light was still shining brightly in the room and Duo winced as he looked up. Too bright. A second later he forgot the light as Heero's hand brushed against him in just the right places. His eyes drifted shut and he smiled in bliss, moaning softly as Heero began to stroke him. Heero leaned down and kissed Duo softly, then the softness disappeared and the kiss became an act of heated passion. He had been holding back slightly, wanting to go slow, but not now. Not anymore. To hell with being slow. He wanted Duo now! He pushed his tongue into Duo's mouth, tasting the warm insides of his mouth and savoring every bit. His tongue danced around Duo's as their lips moved together with bruising strength. Duo's hands moved slowly over Heero's body but Heero was taking control and the pleasure was so strong he could barely control himself.

Finally Duo just let his hands drop to his sides and clutched at the edges of the mattress as he let Heero have his way, he couldn't have been happier. Gods, did Heero ever know him well. Somehow, Heero knew every place on his body that would make the black angel swim in waves of pleasure. A lick here, a touch there, a small bite and all Duo could do was moan in pleasure as he felt himself throb with hardness. Heero continued to tease him with fingers, tongue and teeth until it was so pleasing it was almost painful. Duo soon found himself clutching at Heero opening his mouth to beg for release but not able to make a single sound.

Heero pulled away for a second and regarded the trembling body of Duo with a strange smile. This was exactly what Duo had done to him that first night and he hadn't forgotten. He had enjoyed every second of it and now he wanted Duo to feel the same way, to never forget. He waited a few seconds, savoring the pleading look on Duo's face, the look of pure need and nothing else. Then Heero moved with the quickness of a snake and wrapped his mouth around Duo's length.

Duo cried out and expected himself to release at that very second. To his surprise the torturing pleasure only became worse and he found his body moving without control, trying to force Heero to lick and suck harder, anything for release. The pleasure was driving him insane, but it wasn't a bad thing. He loved every second of it yet at the same time he couldn't stand it.

"St-stop... te-eas-" Duo forced the words out but Heero didn't seem to hear, he was enjoying himself far too much. "On... onegai" Duo choked out then gave a small cry as Heero's hand joined his mouth, massaging and stroking the areas just beyond where his lips could reach.

The explosion came without warning and Duo gave one last cry of pleasure as his back arched up and he completely released. He dropped back to the mattress gasping for breath. Heero dropped down beside him and just lay there, looking up at the ceiling, quite happy.

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Both stared up at the overhead light, watching it fade in and out of focus. Despite the fact that Duo hadn't returned Heero's actions Heero felt perfectly satisfied, just to have seen the look on Duo's face as the pleasure took over and he'd exploded. That had been enough to completely satisfy him, though that didn't mean he wasn't hungry for more.

Heero rolled over to face Duo who's breathing had finally slowed close to normal. Duo slowly opened his eyes as Heero leaned over him with the look of a predatory cat. Duo shook his head slowly and grasped Heero's shoulders, forcing the boy to roll onto his back. As far as Duo was concerned it was now payback time! That had been so wonderful and so torturous at the same time, it was definitely time to pay Heero back for all that teasing. He pushed Heero onto his back and moved forward to kiss him when Heero suddenly jerked.

"Oh no you don't, now it's my turn." Duo kissed Heero heavily, exploring mercilessly with his own tongue. He felt Heero's body jerk once more under him and Heero shoved him away, rolling himself to a crouching position on the floor where he knelt panting.

"Heero... dijobu?"

Heero started to shake his head when his body shuddered and his wings ripped out of his back. Duo's eyes went wide as Heero cried out and his two large white wings shot out of his back creating a rain of feathers. White and red feathers.

"Heero!"

Trowa burst into the room and froze, déjà vu taking over as he saw Heero crouched on the ground shivering as the red spread across his glowing white feathers. It moved quickly without mercy, much faster then Quatre's had. Duo, meanwhile, was frozen in place his body shaking from shock and fear.

And all the while he kept repeating.

"No. Not you too. No. Not you, Heero."

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