Title: The Dark Heart of the City
Author: Zoisite NightDragon
Part: 6/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.
Disclaimer/Warnings/etc: Slap every warning you can think of on this. First off though, UnderCity is owned and copyrighted by me and Stonewall Publications, so please don't take it, okay? Any chars that aren't owned by Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and their respective companies are mine as well, such as the Enforcers and so on. Erm... yarg. I know I'm forgetting some, so I will say this. This piece was originally meant to be the opener of a second never in the Dark Heart series, but it really didn't fit for the chars it was written for, but it worked pretty good for an alternate universe GW story. It does have a good deal of horror, bloodshed, angst, etc... all the bad stuff. You all will learn that I specialize in that. For background info, the wars never happened. Treize screwed up, and the entire Earth was scorched, cutting them off from everything. None of the GW boys came from colonies or wherever. They were born within UnderCity or came by other means. They were never pilots, the Gundams weren't made in time or at all (that comes up later, so shhhh) Yes, I did intentionally make this long so that if this isn't anyone's cup of tea they don't have to see anything they don't want to. (Anyone else tired of reading this long warning by now?)
Archives: Fanfiction.net and Heero and Quatre in Love. Blue Roses has my 13x4 stuff. Anyone else, please ask, ne?
One last note for the fanfiction archive. I fixed the errors that had popped up with transferring over files with the telepathy. Instead of being in ~~, it's now in //…//
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Heero ignored the angry buzzing in his skull. Wufei's words sent the dull sparks of rage that always lingered within him into a full-blown wildfire. Gazing back down to Quatre's flushed face, he let that rage subside. It served nothing for the moment, and there were much more interesting pursuits to lose himself within.
He had kept his word on that there would be no rushing of him by Quatre in his seductive conquest, nor would he be hurried along and accidentally cause damage to his new pet. After Quatre's first climax within his lips, Heero had begun his tongue bathing anew until the blonde had been teased into a near painful state again. Even finally sliding within his pet had been exquisite torture to Heero. For one dim second, he had almost begun thrusting wildly within that too snug passage that his fingers had slowly widened. Restraint that only a celestial could have possessed kept him from it. It had taken a good part of half an hour for him to fully bury himself within the blonde much to the other's dismay. Small rises of Quatre's hips had kept trying to make him move faster, something he had finally stilled by laying his weight more on his captive. For now, he was amusing himself by rolling his hips in slow circles while licking the remains of a strawberry from Quatre's lips.
"What is this?"
Heero let loose a soft rill of his jagged laughter at the innocent question. Nipping the rounded end off another of the berries, he began spreading the fruit's soft pulp against Quatre's lips and tongue once more. "They are called strawberries, Koneko. A long time ago, they were quite plentiful. There were fields and fields of them that you could walk through and gather them by the basketful. Now, I think only Treize and Zechs have them in their greenhouses. Relena might have some as well. I'm not sure. I avoid her when possible."
Quatre's back arched as Heero brushed that spot within him again, fighting to keep himself still beneath the dark angel and his lips parted. A soft whine broke from his throat as he felt a morsel of the berry laid on the tip of his tongue. Heero had warned him that he had to stay completely still and now it would seem silent as well. If he moved, then they would begin all over again. After two false starts, Quatre was becoming sure that he'd go insane from pleasure if forced to begin once more. Soft swipes of Heero's tongue washing his lips elicited more trembling from his already strained body. The bit of strawberry left on his tongue was taken away as his lover's own lips closed over the uplifted tip, suckling softly before releasing. All he could do was plead with his eyes, the aquamarine gems staying fixed on the angel's own face with that silent question dwelling within them.
They were two pools of blue that Heero was sure he could drown in, forcing his own gaze to turn away before he gave into temptation. Wufei's words still gnawed at his mind. So someone, or rather a pair of some ones, were searching for Quatre. They'd have to meet messy deaths shortly. Picking them out of the crowds would be easy enough while he and Wufei were on patrol tomorrow night. Humans tended to smell bad on the average since few of them considered bathing unless they were whores, and then they smelled of the narcotic honey that the madams used on them to keep both the hooker and client addicted to each other. Rather ingenious plan for a bunch of mortals. If any had been in Wufei's home, they would still bear the scents of that place.
With that lingering in his mind, Heero took in the picture of Quatre. Beautiful. The blonde's entire body was still strained with need right down to the hands that lay curled into small fists at his sides. The intelligence he had been so worried about was more than present in his new pet. Curiosity alone showed that as well as his adaptability to circumstance. This game had been designed to test his restraint, see if he was capable of obeying orders even when they went against what he desperately wanted. So far, he was a stunning success. There had been two failures, but that was to be expected. To err was human as it was said. For one untrained, he was surpassing Heero's wants.
Finishing off the last berry in the bowl, Heero's lips descended for a real kiss. Passion and lust bled through in his touch, his hand running along Quatre's outer thighs. Encouraging the Arabian to wrap his legs around him, the time for teasing and testing was past. There were too many demands within him that he'd kept restrained for too long to deny now.
Wings spread out behind him, Heero made the perfect scene of evil threatening an innocent. Drawing the slender blonde up into his lap, the illusion was broken by Quatre's lips willingly pressing to his throat, touching insistent kisses there while squirming against him for deeper penetration. Drawing a deep breath to calm his libido, Heero lifted the boy in his arms, lowering him with that same fluid motion. The other quickly picked up the motion, the Arab drawing his legs down to rest on his knees and taking over the work. Rising up to the blonde's downward, Heero's gaze was drawn back up to those pale blue eyes, wanting to see the emotion there. Flaring heat meet his own as he began to lose himself. Hands lowered to rest of Quatre's waist, driving himself to meet him. A hungered tiger's growl began in Heero's chest as it began to overwhelm him, Pushing Quatre onto his back; he thrust into the blonde with one hard stroke. Beneath him, Quatre writhed in pleasure, nails raking down across Heero's back. Shrieking in the combination of sensations lashing through him, the dark angel's lips descended to fasten on the boy's shoulder. Nipping the tender skin there until it left a reddish mark, he wanted to do anything to release some of the rising pressure in him before his heart burst. Stroke after stroke he heard his own name whispered pleadingly into his ear, cajoling him on to completion. The legs wrapped about his waist once more strained with each rocking of their sweat-streaked bodies. Sheets twisted about them, grasped in Quatre's fingers after he forced his hands down from Heero's backside, leaving shallow red furrows in their wake. A scream was cut loose from beneath him as the narrow channel cradling Heero's erection tightened beyond what he would have thought possible. A cry of his own that set glass trembling followed in the other's wake, the dark angel spilling his heated seed within Quatre.
For the first time since he had fallen, Heero knew true pleasure. Every nerve in his body seemed to burn and be caressed all at the same time. His heart stuttered in his chest, nearly stopping in its beating at the force slamming through him as he emptied himself. Resting on his hands and knees over his new pet, the dark angel panted harshly for breath. Never had it been like this before with the others. Then again, they had usually been kicking, screaming, or weeping the entire time. Gathering Quatre into his arms, he gathered up the perspiration-dampened hair from the boy's face, sniffing worried at his pet's throat. The boy's eyes were closed and his body limp, seeming dead to Heero. His scent reassured the dark angel, telling him that he had merely passed out, not died on him. Gathering the thick blankets over the two of them, he curled his body around that of his pet, nuzzling into the soft locks of hair and falling into sleep's arms.
There were no nightmares for him in that darkness… another first.
No sun rose in UnderCity to mark the dawn's coming. Beneath the Earth's crust, there was only eternal darkness. Vague shapes stirred in the shadows, most of them children that were up early and quick to scavenge any food or other usable items thrown out of the whorehouses, drug warehouses, or other businesses of UnderCity. Quick feet carried children who would have been in kindergarten in the normal world through trash heaps were they pulled aside dead bodies or parts of them to grab for a head of rotten lettuce. Leaves of it were thrust greedily into starving mouths along with anything else they could find. What extra they could carry was taken back to families or squirreled away for later. The weak didn't survive here, only the quick and strong did.
Quatre awoke swiftly, dead asleep one moment and fully awake the next. Aware of the weight still curled to his back, the Arabian lifted his head slowly, memory rushing back of where he was and what had happened. Dried scales of semen and slick spots of oil still flecked his thighs and bottom. Shifting his body to glance at Heero, he watched the sleeping creature's face for a time. There was a serenity there in the unconscious visage of Heero. Leathery wings laid about him like another blanket, his legs curled slightly towards his stomache. One arm still laid out where it had been looped about Quatre's waist while the other was held against his chest, the hand curled into a fist that rested below the shelf of his chin. Dark brown eyelashes kissed against his pale cheeks, and the angelic creature's rose lips were parted slightly with his respiration. Only the tips of his savage teeth breaking the softness of his mouth and his daggerish nails gave away his dark nature.
Studying this face, Quatre realized for the first time that he could chance an escape again. Heero hadn't awoken yet, and he could get out! He could find the way out of this house and be gone before the other woke up. Or… he could smash something across him and then get away… That thought hurt. Something in Quatre refused to do damage to a thing of darkness that he should have run screaming from. Sighing softly, Quatre wormed his way out of the bed, drawing Heero's discarded robe from last night onto his body for warmth. Drawing the folds of material up around him, he caught that scent of gunpowder and blood that was pure Heero. What was there really for him out on the streets? Death? Pain? Getting used night after night roughly for some john's money? There was Trowa and Duo, of course, but they would be better off without him. Then they could run around as they had before without having to worry about keeping what they termed 'scum' away from him. Pulling the thick blanket up about Heero's shoulders, he took care of the delicate wings, barely laying it across the membranes. A fingertip traced the ridge of one gently, urging it down beneath the warm interior of the blanket without force. A shudder coursed through the angel's body, a moan breaking past him lips that bore the unmistakable hints of pleasure. Clapping a hand to his mouth to keep from giggling at the thought of those being erogenous zones, Quatre crept into the massive bathroom to clean himself up. If he could get Heero to let Trowa and Duo know that he was all right, he would be staying.
As the sound of running water from behind the closed washroom door reached his ears, Heero's eyes opened. As Trowa had known, celestials had incredibly sharp hearing, capable of picking up a whisper. The change in Quatre's breathing from asleep to waking had been enough to stir him, not to mention the boy's change in scent. The hand that had been curled beneath his chin opened slowly as he stretched out, the sharpened nails already tensed. Worry had touched him for a time as Quatre's scent had shifted with his thoughts. The smell of danger had been there, the want to do harm to another. It didn't take a genius to realize that it had been him. That had passed quickly at least. The other had been that of fear, a want to flee. Normal, Heero judged. Any creature that was wild and suddenly held captive would have a desire to return to their habitat. The last tendrils of scent that had drifted from Quatre as he headed for the bath had been the sweetest. He had reached the interior decision to stay. What he wasn't aware of was that Heero wouldn't have let him leave even if he had tried to run away. Worse to worst, he would have dragged the boy to Wufei or Zechs and asked them to make him believe he loved him. Either way, things had turned out better than he hoped.
Stretching out, he peeled the blanket back from his wings. Something he'd have to teach the boy was that angels disliked having their wings covered. They heated up and became uncomfortable quickly, not to mention that material would snag and pull at them. It was best to just leave them uncovered, but his heart had been in the right place. Rising from the bed, Heero strolled in the washroom and through the drifting steam towards where his new treasure laid. It was time to say good morning in his own way.
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Wufei was in the same position for the most part. He yawned and stretched as he leaned against the side of the tub. Behind him, Trowa was sponging his back gently, washing carefully around where his wings joined with his back. Resting his head on his folded arms on the garden bathtub's lip, Wufei was a content angel. After making sure that Duo was either dead or not returning, he had led his new toy upstairs and examined him. He was lanky and thin from street living, but surprisingly strong and wiry. Tired then, he had led the other to bed, the two snuggling together much like Quatre and Heero had. The sound of another's heartbeat in the silence had been lulling to the Chinese dark angel.
Now, as the pair of them were nude in the sandalwood scented waters, he was pleased that he hadn't thrown the emerald-eyed boy over the balcony to his death. After being alone for so long, Wufei had forgotten how pleasant it was to have another around. Relaxed, his wings stirred softly in the warm waters, draped along his sides to give the other male more access for his cleanings.
Trowa worked silently, his concentration seeming locked on the skin before him as he watched the paths of water trace strange lines over the copper flesh. Part of him raged against this, wanting him to wake up. The other half was content like this, happy. There was no more war to fight, people to free, or things to accomplish. Everything was right here before him. It was the latter that won out for now as his head dipped, licking away a thread of water from Wufei's spine. A soft noise of enjoyment came from his Master, prompting him to repeat it. More touches of his tongue began to clean the rest of the beads of liquid from the angel's back, hands releasing the sponge into the bath as the descended lower on the Wufei's thighs. Dark hair tickled at Trowa's cheeks as he laid his head against the bronzed shoulder, molding his body against the other's.
Hazy shock descended over Wufei's stoic features. Him being seme was the general way he did things when he had the urge to mate. Being beneath another was not. A protest began until a hand strong from manipulating knives closed gently about his phallus. Any words he might have spoken against this were forgotten, his body taken over to thrust into the curling fingers beneath the water. Wings fluttered before falling still, a faint trembling passing through their thin expanses. A soft hiss was heard as Wufei's nails bit into the side of the tub, eyes slitting closed as he rolled his hips back against Trowa's own. The Latino's hardened length slid along his cleft, hotter than even the water that lapped at the pair.
For an instant, an image of Quatre flickered in Trowa's mind, bringing him to a pause. Some part of him that had been shoved aside insisted it should have been the small blonde he was doing this to instead of the dark angel, but like the rebellious thoughts of earlier, it was easily shoved aside and forgotten. Rocking himself against Wufei, his hand picked back up its slow exploration of his Master's length, going by feel as he slowly stroked it. His other hand descended to begin stretching him. Wufei gasped softly as the water they laid in followed the path of Trowa's fingers, trickling inside of him as well. There was pain, but it was remote and somewhat welcome. How long had it been since something had actually hurt him? Any sensation was a good one in a barren place like his emotions. The fingertips were shortly withdrawn as something larger pressed against that narrow ring. A cry of mingled pain and pleasure split the air, the shrill birdlike tones much like those of the night before when Wufei had been captured between the two mortals. Speared on Trowa's hardness, the hurt eroded away with the soft bites of his pet's that were laid across his shoulders. The hand stroking him began to speed up, matched by the roll of the Latino's hips. Colours whirled and swarmed behind Wufei's closed eyelids, his hands tightening on the tub's lips as his nails pierced deeper within it. Control had been lost to a pet… a slave… a mortal of all things. All thoughts were whited out as Trowa struck that spot within him, leaving him twisting in the other's grasp, caught between thrusting into that slick grip and pushing back against the length buried within him. The hand holding him captive tightened as the body pressed against his own shuddered, bringing his orgasm about. Jets of semen joined the roiling waters about the two of them.
Wufei nearly collapsed, energy gone in a fog of pleasure. He distantly felt himself held and drawn back into Trowa's arms as the human cradled him. Soft murmurs of nonsense words washed over his drifting senses while he was washed once more. A warm towel gazed over his skin as he allowed himself to be dried and his hair combed out. As he came back to himself, a pair of emerald eyes met his own. Nuzzling against Trowa, he wrapped his arms around the Latino's neck even as his mind invaded. Any thoughts Trowa had of leaving or escaping were weeded out, ripped away and left with only ones of wanting to stay and be happy by pleasing Wufei. If Heero was entitled to a bit of greediness, why wasn't he?
Drawing his head back, he watched the green-eyed boy's face for any signs of rebellion even as he lingered in the other's psyche. Pleased with himself, Wufei nodded slowly and threaded his fingers through Trowa's, "We have to go see a friend of mine now. He has a new pet that I think you'll like."
Dressing Trowa in some of his own old clothing, he made a mental note to ask Heero later to go shopping with him. It would appear that the both of them had new pets to outfit.
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Treize Khushrenada glanced over the piles of reports that littered his desk. A black feather lined with silver drifted down to rest atop the ones from last night's patrols, a dusting of the ethereal glitter spattering along the printed words. Picking it up carefully, the ruler of UnderCity glanced behind him. The sight of Zechs Marquise never failed to take his breath away. Clad in white from head to toe, it offset more his tanned skin and platinum eyes that bore hints of blue within them. It was an icy shade, well reflecting the angel himself. Black feathered wings lay along his back, silver running along their edges with the same metallic glitter occasionally drifting down from them. Beautiful to look at, deadly to touch. The last person who had dared try to pluck one of those feathers had ended up staring at his own still beating heart a second later.
Lost in staring at the perfection before him, Treize lifted the feather to his lips without thinking, letting the edges drift along his skin. Catching the exasperated look from the angel, he smirked and laid it within one of the drawers, locking it securely as he finished. Gifts from Zechs were far and few, not to be wasted or left where one could steal them. "Ano?"
"It's time for your tour of UnderCity that you've been promising. People are already starting to fill the streets. I'm going to calling Heero and Wufei for further protection. Dorothy, Relena, Une, and Noin are already standing by," Zechs replied, his voice a soft bass that fell pleasantly on the ears.
"And here I had hoped you'd forgotten," Treize murmured as he rose from his comfortable seat. A war to end all wars. It was exactly what he'd done. Unfortunately, the Earth itself had been scorched, and the sky shattered. Darkness had filled the skies above, leaving the world a frozen wasteland. Only here within the planet could anything live. But he'd won? Hadn't he?
Zechs at his side was ignored now that they were in a business mode. He would have rather spent his day listening to an orchestra, an opera, or even tending to his plants than this. The city itself depressed him with its bland colours and people. This hadn't been what he'd seen in his vision of the future, but it was what he'd been given. One could only make the best of it now. "Let's get this over with. Downtown area first."
Author: Zoisite NightDragon
Part: 6/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.
Disclaimer/Warnings/etc: Slap every warning you can think of on this. First off though, UnderCity is owned and copyrighted by me and Stonewall Publications, so please don't take it, okay? Any chars that aren't owned by Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and their respective companies are mine as well, such as the Enforcers and so on. Erm... yarg. I know I'm forgetting some, so I will say this. This piece was originally meant to be the opener of a second never in the Dark Heart series, but it really didn't fit for the chars it was written for, but it worked pretty good for an alternate universe GW story. It does have a good deal of horror, bloodshed, angst, etc... all the bad stuff. You all will learn that I specialize in that. For background info, the wars never happened. Treize screwed up, and the entire Earth was scorched, cutting them off from everything. None of the GW boys came from colonies or wherever. They were born within UnderCity or came by other means. They were never pilots, the Gundams weren't made in time or at all (that comes up later, so shhhh) Yes, I did intentionally make this long so that if this isn't anyone's cup of tea they don't have to see anything they don't want to. (Anyone else tired of reading this long warning by now?)
Archives: Fanfiction.net and Heero and Quatre in Love. Blue Roses has my 13x4 stuff. Anyone else, please ask, ne?
One last note for the fanfiction archive. I fixed the errors that had popped up with transferring over files with the telepathy. Instead of being in ~~, it's now in //…//
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Heero ignored the angry buzzing in his skull. Wufei's words sent the dull sparks of rage that always lingered within him into a full-blown wildfire. Gazing back down to Quatre's flushed face, he let that rage subside. It served nothing for the moment, and there were much more interesting pursuits to lose himself within.
He had kept his word on that there would be no rushing of him by Quatre in his seductive conquest, nor would he be hurried along and accidentally cause damage to his new pet. After Quatre's first climax within his lips, Heero had begun his tongue bathing anew until the blonde had been teased into a near painful state again. Even finally sliding within his pet had been exquisite torture to Heero. For one dim second, he had almost begun thrusting wildly within that too snug passage that his fingers had slowly widened. Restraint that only a celestial could have possessed kept him from it. It had taken a good part of half an hour for him to fully bury himself within the blonde much to the other's dismay. Small rises of Quatre's hips had kept trying to make him move faster, something he had finally stilled by laying his weight more on his captive. For now, he was amusing himself by rolling his hips in slow circles while licking the remains of a strawberry from Quatre's lips.
"What is this?"
Heero let loose a soft rill of his jagged laughter at the innocent question. Nipping the rounded end off another of the berries, he began spreading the fruit's soft pulp against Quatre's lips and tongue once more. "They are called strawberries, Koneko. A long time ago, they were quite plentiful. There were fields and fields of them that you could walk through and gather them by the basketful. Now, I think only Treize and Zechs have them in their greenhouses. Relena might have some as well. I'm not sure. I avoid her when possible."
Quatre's back arched as Heero brushed that spot within him again, fighting to keep himself still beneath the dark angel and his lips parted. A soft whine broke from his throat as he felt a morsel of the berry laid on the tip of his tongue. Heero had warned him that he had to stay completely still and now it would seem silent as well. If he moved, then they would begin all over again. After two false starts, Quatre was becoming sure that he'd go insane from pleasure if forced to begin once more. Soft swipes of Heero's tongue washing his lips elicited more trembling from his already strained body. The bit of strawberry left on his tongue was taken away as his lover's own lips closed over the uplifted tip, suckling softly before releasing. All he could do was plead with his eyes, the aquamarine gems staying fixed on the angel's own face with that silent question dwelling within them.
They were two pools of blue that Heero was sure he could drown in, forcing his own gaze to turn away before he gave into temptation. Wufei's words still gnawed at his mind. So someone, or rather a pair of some ones, were searching for Quatre. They'd have to meet messy deaths shortly. Picking them out of the crowds would be easy enough while he and Wufei were on patrol tomorrow night. Humans tended to smell bad on the average since few of them considered bathing unless they were whores, and then they smelled of the narcotic honey that the madams used on them to keep both the hooker and client addicted to each other. Rather ingenious plan for a bunch of mortals. If any had been in Wufei's home, they would still bear the scents of that place.
With that lingering in his mind, Heero took in the picture of Quatre. Beautiful. The blonde's entire body was still strained with need right down to the hands that lay curled into small fists at his sides. The intelligence he had been so worried about was more than present in his new pet. Curiosity alone showed that as well as his adaptability to circumstance. This game had been designed to test his restraint, see if he was capable of obeying orders even when they went against what he desperately wanted. So far, he was a stunning success. There had been two failures, but that was to be expected. To err was human as it was said. For one untrained, he was surpassing Heero's wants.
Finishing off the last berry in the bowl, Heero's lips descended for a real kiss. Passion and lust bled through in his touch, his hand running along Quatre's outer thighs. Encouraging the Arabian to wrap his legs around him, the time for teasing and testing was past. There were too many demands within him that he'd kept restrained for too long to deny now.
Wings spread out behind him, Heero made the perfect scene of evil threatening an innocent. Drawing the slender blonde up into his lap, the illusion was broken by Quatre's lips willingly pressing to his throat, touching insistent kisses there while squirming against him for deeper penetration. Drawing a deep breath to calm his libido, Heero lifted the boy in his arms, lowering him with that same fluid motion. The other quickly picked up the motion, the Arab drawing his legs down to rest on his knees and taking over the work. Rising up to the blonde's downward, Heero's gaze was drawn back up to those pale blue eyes, wanting to see the emotion there. Flaring heat meet his own as he began to lose himself. Hands lowered to rest of Quatre's waist, driving himself to meet him. A hungered tiger's growl began in Heero's chest as it began to overwhelm him, Pushing Quatre onto his back; he thrust into the blonde with one hard stroke. Beneath him, Quatre writhed in pleasure, nails raking down across Heero's back. Shrieking in the combination of sensations lashing through him, the dark angel's lips descended to fasten on the boy's shoulder. Nipping the tender skin there until it left a reddish mark, he wanted to do anything to release some of the rising pressure in him before his heart burst. Stroke after stroke he heard his own name whispered pleadingly into his ear, cajoling him on to completion. The legs wrapped about his waist once more strained with each rocking of their sweat-streaked bodies. Sheets twisted about them, grasped in Quatre's fingers after he forced his hands down from Heero's backside, leaving shallow red furrows in their wake. A scream was cut loose from beneath him as the narrow channel cradling Heero's erection tightened beyond what he would have thought possible. A cry of his own that set glass trembling followed in the other's wake, the dark angel spilling his heated seed within Quatre.
For the first time since he had fallen, Heero knew true pleasure. Every nerve in his body seemed to burn and be caressed all at the same time. His heart stuttered in his chest, nearly stopping in its beating at the force slamming through him as he emptied himself. Resting on his hands and knees over his new pet, the dark angel panted harshly for breath. Never had it been like this before with the others. Then again, they had usually been kicking, screaming, or weeping the entire time. Gathering Quatre into his arms, he gathered up the perspiration-dampened hair from the boy's face, sniffing worried at his pet's throat. The boy's eyes were closed and his body limp, seeming dead to Heero. His scent reassured the dark angel, telling him that he had merely passed out, not died on him. Gathering the thick blankets over the two of them, he curled his body around that of his pet, nuzzling into the soft locks of hair and falling into sleep's arms.
There were no nightmares for him in that darkness… another first.
No sun rose in UnderCity to mark the dawn's coming. Beneath the Earth's crust, there was only eternal darkness. Vague shapes stirred in the shadows, most of them children that were up early and quick to scavenge any food or other usable items thrown out of the whorehouses, drug warehouses, or other businesses of UnderCity. Quick feet carried children who would have been in kindergarten in the normal world through trash heaps were they pulled aside dead bodies or parts of them to grab for a head of rotten lettuce. Leaves of it were thrust greedily into starving mouths along with anything else they could find. What extra they could carry was taken back to families or squirreled away for later. The weak didn't survive here, only the quick and strong did.
Quatre awoke swiftly, dead asleep one moment and fully awake the next. Aware of the weight still curled to his back, the Arabian lifted his head slowly, memory rushing back of where he was and what had happened. Dried scales of semen and slick spots of oil still flecked his thighs and bottom. Shifting his body to glance at Heero, he watched the sleeping creature's face for a time. There was a serenity there in the unconscious visage of Heero. Leathery wings laid about him like another blanket, his legs curled slightly towards his stomache. One arm still laid out where it had been looped about Quatre's waist while the other was held against his chest, the hand curled into a fist that rested below the shelf of his chin. Dark brown eyelashes kissed against his pale cheeks, and the angelic creature's rose lips were parted slightly with his respiration. Only the tips of his savage teeth breaking the softness of his mouth and his daggerish nails gave away his dark nature.
Studying this face, Quatre realized for the first time that he could chance an escape again. Heero hadn't awoken yet, and he could get out! He could find the way out of this house and be gone before the other woke up. Or… he could smash something across him and then get away… That thought hurt. Something in Quatre refused to do damage to a thing of darkness that he should have run screaming from. Sighing softly, Quatre wormed his way out of the bed, drawing Heero's discarded robe from last night onto his body for warmth. Drawing the folds of material up around him, he caught that scent of gunpowder and blood that was pure Heero. What was there really for him out on the streets? Death? Pain? Getting used night after night roughly for some john's money? There was Trowa and Duo, of course, but they would be better off without him. Then they could run around as they had before without having to worry about keeping what they termed 'scum' away from him. Pulling the thick blanket up about Heero's shoulders, he took care of the delicate wings, barely laying it across the membranes. A fingertip traced the ridge of one gently, urging it down beneath the warm interior of the blanket without force. A shudder coursed through the angel's body, a moan breaking past him lips that bore the unmistakable hints of pleasure. Clapping a hand to his mouth to keep from giggling at the thought of those being erogenous zones, Quatre crept into the massive bathroom to clean himself up. If he could get Heero to let Trowa and Duo know that he was all right, he would be staying.
As the sound of running water from behind the closed washroom door reached his ears, Heero's eyes opened. As Trowa had known, celestials had incredibly sharp hearing, capable of picking up a whisper. The change in Quatre's breathing from asleep to waking had been enough to stir him, not to mention the boy's change in scent. The hand that had been curled beneath his chin opened slowly as he stretched out, the sharpened nails already tensed. Worry had touched him for a time as Quatre's scent had shifted with his thoughts. The smell of danger had been there, the want to do harm to another. It didn't take a genius to realize that it had been him. That had passed quickly at least. The other had been that of fear, a want to flee. Normal, Heero judged. Any creature that was wild and suddenly held captive would have a desire to return to their habitat. The last tendrils of scent that had drifted from Quatre as he headed for the bath had been the sweetest. He had reached the interior decision to stay. What he wasn't aware of was that Heero wouldn't have let him leave even if he had tried to run away. Worse to worst, he would have dragged the boy to Wufei or Zechs and asked them to make him believe he loved him. Either way, things had turned out better than he hoped.
Stretching out, he peeled the blanket back from his wings. Something he'd have to teach the boy was that angels disliked having their wings covered. They heated up and became uncomfortable quickly, not to mention that material would snag and pull at them. It was best to just leave them uncovered, but his heart had been in the right place. Rising from the bed, Heero strolled in the washroom and through the drifting steam towards where his new treasure laid. It was time to say good morning in his own way.
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Wufei was in the same position for the most part. He yawned and stretched as he leaned against the side of the tub. Behind him, Trowa was sponging his back gently, washing carefully around where his wings joined with his back. Resting his head on his folded arms on the garden bathtub's lip, Wufei was a content angel. After making sure that Duo was either dead or not returning, he had led his new toy upstairs and examined him. He was lanky and thin from street living, but surprisingly strong and wiry. Tired then, he had led the other to bed, the two snuggling together much like Quatre and Heero had. The sound of another's heartbeat in the silence had been lulling to the Chinese dark angel.
Now, as the pair of them were nude in the sandalwood scented waters, he was pleased that he hadn't thrown the emerald-eyed boy over the balcony to his death. After being alone for so long, Wufei had forgotten how pleasant it was to have another around. Relaxed, his wings stirred softly in the warm waters, draped along his sides to give the other male more access for his cleanings.
Trowa worked silently, his concentration seeming locked on the skin before him as he watched the paths of water trace strange lines over the copper flesh. Part of him raged against this, wanting him to wake up. The other half was content like this, happy. There was no more war to fight, people to free, or things to accomplish. Everything was right here before him. It was the latter that won out for now as his head dipped, licking away a thread of water from Wufei's spine. A soft noise of enjoyment came from his Master, prompting him to repeat it. More touches of his tongue began to clean the rest of the beads of liquid from the angel's back, hands releasing the sponge into the bath as the descended lower on the Wufei's thighs. Dark hair tickled at Trowa's cheeks as he laid his head against the bronzed shoulder, molding his body against the other's.
Hazy shock descended over Wufei's stoic features. Him being seme was the general way he did things when he had the urge to mate. Being beneath another was not. A protest began until a hand strong from manipulating knives closed gently about his phallus. Any words he might have spoken against this were forgotten, his body taken over to thrust into the curling fingers beneath the water. Wings fluttered before falling still, a faint trembling passing through their thin expanses. A soft hiss was heard as Wufei's nails bit into the side of the tub, eyes slitting closed as he rolled his hips back against Trowa's own. The Latino's hardened length slid along his cleft, hotter than even the water that lapped at the pair.
For an instant, an image of Quatre flickered in Trowa's mind, bringing him to a pause. Some part of him that had been shoved aside insisted it should have been the small blonde he was doing this to instead of the dark angel, but like the rebellious thoughts of earlier, it was easily shoved aside and forgotten. Rocking himself against Wufei, his hand picked back up its slow exploration of his Master's length, going by feel as he slowly stroked it. His other hand descended to begin stretching him. Wufei gasped softly as the water they laid in followed the path of Trowa's fingers, trickling inside of him as well. There was pain, but it was remote and somewhat welcome. How long had it been since something had actually hurt him? Any sensation was a good one in a barren place like his emotions. The fingertips were shortly withdrawn as something larger pressed against that narrow ring. A cry of mingled pain and pleasure split the air, the shrill birdlike tones much like those of the night before when Wufei had been captured between the two mortals. Speared on Trowa's hardness, the hurt eroded away with the soft bites of his pet's that were laid across his shoulders. The hand stroking him began to speed up, matched by the roll of the Latino's hips. Colours whirled and swarmed behind Wufei's closed eyelids, his hands tightening on the tub's lips as his nails pierced deeper within it. Control had been lost to a pet… a slave… a mortal of all things. All thoughts were whited out as Trowa struck that spot within him, leaving him twisting in the other's grasp, caught between thrusting into that slick grip and pushing back against the length buried within him. The hand holding him captive tightened as the body pressed against his own shuddered, bringing his orgasm about. Jets of semen joined the roiling waters about the two of them.
Wufei nearly collapsed, energy gone in a fog of pleasure. He distantly felt himself held and drawn back into Trowa's arms as the human cradled him. Soft murmurs of nonsense words washed over his drifting senses while he was washed once more. A warm towel gazed over his skin as he allowed himself to be dried and his hair combed out. As he came back to himself, a pair of emerald eyes met his own. Nuzzling against Trowa, he wrapped his arms around the Latino's neck even as his mind invaded. Any thoughts Trowa had of leaving or escaping were weeded out, ripped away and left with only ones of wanting to stay and be happy by pleasing Wufei. If Heero was entitled to a bit of greediness, why wasn't he?
Drawing his head back, he watched the green-eyed boy's face for any signs of rebellion even as he lingered in the other's psyche. Pleased with himself, Wufei nodded slowly and threaded his fingers through Trowa's, "We have to go see a friend of mine now. He has a new pet that I think you'll like."
Dressing Trowa in some of his own old clothing, he made a mental note to ask Heero later to go shopping with him. It would appear that the both of them had new pets to outfit.
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Treize Khushrenada glanced over the piles of reports that littered his desk. A black feather lined with silver drifted down to rest atop the ones from last night's patrols, a dusting of the ethereal glitter spattering along the printed words. Picking it up carefully, the ruler of UnderCity glanced behind him. The sight of Zechs Marquise never failed to take his breath away. Clad in white from head to toe, it offset more his tanned skin and platinum eyes that bore hints of blue within them. It was an icy shade, well reflecting the angel himself. Black feathered wings lay along his back, silver running along their edges with the same metallic glitter occasionally drifting down from them. Beautiful to look at, deadly to touch. The last person who had dared try to pluck one of those feathers had ended up staring at his own still beating heart a second later.
Lost in staring at the perfection before him, Treize lifted the feather to his lips without thinking, letting the edges drift along his skin. Catching the exasperated look from the angel, he smirked and laid it within one of the drawers, locking it securely as he finished. Gifts from Zechs were far and few, not to be wasted or left where one could steal them. "Ano?"
"It's time for your tour of UnderCity that you've been promising. People are already starting to fill the streets. I'm going to calling Heero and Wufei for further protection. Dorothy, Relena, Une, and Noin are already standing by," Zechs replied, his voice a soft bass that fell pleasantly on the ears.
"And here I had hoped you'd forgotten," Treize murmured as he rose from his comfortable seat. A war to end all wars. It was exactly what he'd done. Unfortunately, the Earth itself had been scorched, and the sky shattered. Darkness had filled the skies above, leaving the world a frozen wasteland. Only here within the planet could anything live. But he'd won? Hadn't he?
Zechs at his side was ignored now that they were in a business mode. He would have rather spent his day listening to an orchestra, an opera, or even tending to his plants than this. The city itself depressed him with its bland colours and people. This hadn't been what he'd seen in his vision of the future, but it was what he'd been given. One could only make the best of it now. "Let's get this over with. Downtown area first."
