Title: The Dark Heart of the City - 3/?

Author: Zoisite NightDragon

Part: 3/who has any idea...

Pairings: 1x4, 2x3x5, there's lots more that escape me right now. Zechs, Treize, and everyone else shows up later.

Status: I'll finish it eventually.

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The Dark Heart of the City - Part Three
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The whisper of his name was all that Heero needed to hear, enough to make him want to stop this game of being kind to be himself. It was the longterm vision of things that made him remain as he was. Gathering the boy into his arms, he kept him close, warm breaths of expelled air racing across the blonde's still damp throat. Teeth sharp enough to cut through flesh nibbled lightly, taking the delicate skin between them and torturing with the tip of his tongue. Heero's steps carried them back into the bedroom, his wings curling about the two of them protectively, an action he often took to keep the delicate membranes from being damaged accidentally. They served another purpose now, stroking Quatre's skin to cause the fire that he had begun in the boy smoldering instead of going out with a change in location.

Heero spilled the boy onto the black silk sheets of his bed, studying the picture made of the delicate seeming male against the ebony backdrop. The light calls to the darkness, and the darkness to the light. Stretching his own darkly nude body out next to the pale one beside him, his fingertips continuing to stroke the contours of the other's body as if he were a blind man learning by touch alone. Lips soon joined the play, touching along the slender part of the other's throat, nuzzling against his shoulder. The whisper of his wings being slowly unbound joined the strains of Beethoven, the warm sheaths creeping beneath the blonde to cradle him once more.

Beneath the hands roaming over him, the blonde haired boy continued to shiver delicately, caught between the creeping fear he always experienced when someone laid their hands on him and the slow building of desire that Heero was tending to within him. To look at him, Heero was frightening on a scale that only an otherworldly creature could be, something that the human mind had trouble accepting, much less receiving caresses from. How could nails that looked sharp enough to slice through steel be so tender against his skin? How could teeth that resembled a wolf's nip so delicately at him without breaking his flesh and spilling his blood? Twisting as the wings curled about him once more, his resistance was being worn down, betrayed by his own body that was relaxing beneath the dark angel's minstrations.

Straddling the body beneath his, Heero's gaze rose to study Quatre's eyes once more, on guard for the fear that might have been trying to once more consume the boy. Seeing it dying down, his head lowered, covering the malicious grin that crept over his own lips. Humans were such frail and weak creatures at times. Almost amusing how if you pet them like a kitten that they responded. Kitten. Koneko. Perhaps that's what he'd name him later. Quatre-koneko. Suiting enough. For now, his mind returned to conquoring with tenderness his new toy.

The ribbon of Heero's snakelike tongue traced a path from Quatre's neck down towards his chest. The boy's skin tasted like cinnamon and jasmine, the latter coming from the bath. The spiced one seemed to be something of his own that he possessed, a flavour that the dark angel was delighted in. It brought to mind desert harems for him, the kinds that had roamed the world long before the disaster of Treize's folly had turned it into an unlivable wasteland. Curling the forked tip about one nipple, Quatre's kittenish whimpers swept over his senses, intoxicating and warming all parts of him, especially those below his waist. How long had it been since he felt real desire versus the animalistic need to mate? That in itself was a pleasant surprise. Pressing his lips about the tender morsel, he coaxed the small mound to hardness, spearing the tip repeatedly with his tongue, teasing and making a game out of how many cries he could pull from the blonde with each curling stroke. The responsiveness alone was gratifying.

As he released them from the embrace of his mouth, Heero's fingertips took over, rolling them both gently between his digits before merely rubbing the top of one finger across. His lips continued their downwards path, stealing another peek at his pet's face. Quatre's breathing had become heavily, his eyes glazing over with passion that tinted his pale cheeks with a blush of rose as well. It was a picture that Heero would remember for a long time to come. Closing his eyes against the image, he slid further down, letting the forked tip of his tongue play about the boy's navel, teasing the soft skin. A low moan escaped the cherub's lips, his hands rising to press against Heero's shoulders, wanting an end to the torture and to be taken. The hands that had been teasing his nipples pulled away with a last stroke, wrapping about the boy's slender wrists with an iron grip to force them back to the bed. Raising his head up, Heero's cobalt eyes bore the same dark delight that his face did. "Now, now, Quatre-koneko... Good things come to those who wait, and I did promise you that I would do nothing of that sort until you asked me for it. Are you ready to ask me already?"

Quatre nodded, a trickle of sweat already tracing from his platinum gold locks down his temple. "Please, Heero... I need you."

The dark angel's lips twisted as he chuckled, a low and ominous sound. "I think not. You see, Quatre-koneko," he paused long enough to lash his tongue across the boy's thigh, tracing a slow line up towards his groin. "You've only know the rough fumblings of johns in backalleys looking for a quick lay if I'm correct. I'm going to show you the true joys of pleasure tonight and everynight. There will be no hurting and no rushing me, little one."

Hands wrapped about Quatre's tightened, forcing his arms back down to the bed as effortlessly as if he had been holding a pup under them. Even with their strength, they were still loose, avoiding any bruising. It was restraint, not hurt. Quatre lifted his entire body back to Heero's lips, whining softly. The dark one's lips continued to hold their smile, the rest of his thoughts going unsaid. If he worked things right tonight, Quatre would never try to escape him. He would want to stay for all the Heero could give him, not to mention it having to be better than living in whatever trash heap he had been before.

Moving back to his tender tortures, Heero's lips descended to begin across the blonde's thighs, nudges of his head parting the legs slowly. Once they were laid over his shoulders, his tongue came back into play, tracing the lines of the other boy's flesh, tasting the flavours that were uniquely Quatre's own even as the boy's panted rasps for breath played in his ears. Raising himself up slightly, his lips stopped a bare inch from the head of the other boy's phallus, releasing a breath of heated air down across the strained skin. A loud cry of need broke from his captive, the body beneath his trembling and straining upwards once more to seek the sanctuary of his mouth. It was a request he filled this time.

The heated sheath of Heero's mouth sank slowly on the length of Quatre's desire, his tongue curling about the hardness in a flickering path, winding and squeezing before pulling back slowly. Another glance towards his captive's face showed him the tears leaking from the cornre's of Quatre's eyes, the persperation making the boy's skin glint in the low light. Drawing the boy's heat back into his throat, his lips settled at the base, letting the tightness of his throat undulate about it, feeling the small twitches and jerks filling his mouth. Drawing upwards with exquisite slowly, he relished the tastes that he collected, lashing his tongue down across the taut skin once more as his lips left the tip, spearing the small slit at the apex. Rewarded with a few weeping droplet of preseminal fluid, he devoured them greedily, firing his hunger for more.

The hands that had held Quatre's own against the bed withdrew, freeing them. As Heero engulfed him once more, he felt the small fingers wind themselves into his hair, the boy's arms trembling. He wouldn't last long. Suckling greedily, his own palms slid beneath Quatre's bottom, balancing Quatre's hips within his grip. One fingertip began probing at the delicate bud of his anus, testing it and running along the rim gently. The sliding of that same hand off of the bed to gather up the bottle of scented jasmine oil was covertly done. Pausing in his aggresive licking of Quatre's length, he began to slowly rub the heated fluid across the boy's thighs and bottom, spilling as much as he could against his own hand, keeping that from sight to avoid alarm in his new pet.

Quatre's head tossed from side to side, a low keening moan being pulled from him. Those noises enticed Heero further, wondering what the other would sound like at the moment of climax. Dropping the bottle to the floor, his head swept back down, greedily suckling the boy's hardness back within his mouth. With the oil covering his fingers, he began to slide one against the tightened ring of muscle. Whipping his tongue against the heat between his lips, he raised and lowered his head against it, listening to the spiraling cries coming from Quatre. "Kami-sama... Heero... onegai..."

A full shudder crept over the body beneath his even as his fingertip slid within the velvety sheath, pressing into the warmth and seeking that one vital spot. As he found it, Quatre sat bolt upright, the hands that had been feebling grasping his hair moments ago turning hard and forcing him down. The length in his mouth spasmed as the boy rocked against his lips, pressing hard against them. A jet of fluid filled his mouth, a warm flavour that brought a purr from the dark angel as he drank it down, teasing for more. A fit of shudders greeted him as his finger caressed that same area within the other boy, Quatre's climax surging over him and into Heero's mouth. Fingers wound tight in his hair as another release of semen filled his mouth, a screaming of his name shattering the air. Pulling Quatre's hips tighter against his lips, he ignored the cries, pulling all that he could from the boy. Another finger slid into that tender passage, soon to be joined by a third.

Quatre fell back on the bed, his sweating body trembling as his eyes lay heavily lidded, watching the erotic scene of the celestial creature still running his lips along his penis. What else did he have in store?