Warning to all; lemony goodness ahead. Sort of. I've also been told it's
limey. Then again, I've also been told it's sick. When I posted this on
Spandex and Braids some eternity ago, the unholy amount of flames I got on
this part pissed me off so much I never posted on that board again. Please
don't flame me; this is a vampire story, with all that entails. Oral sex
with a bit of bloodletting, so bugger off if you don't like it. It's the
only lemony part in this whole story.
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Part 9
"...save me..."
The words cut through Heero's soul like a knife as he rushed in, kneeling next to the figure muttering obliviously on the floor. The long tunic he'd been wearing was on the floor, sliced into a thousand pieces, and Duo lay curled up beside it, almost as damaged.
Heero's arms scooped around the prone figure and pulled him up gently--an action which elicited a pained yelp from the delicate boy; his wounds were too numerous to mention, and though they seemed to be desperately trying to mend themselves, it was probable that the damage was just too much.
For some reason, then boy's face had been left unmarred, but the rest of his was mutilated beyond comprehension. Long, deep gashes ran from just under his chin to arch across his throat in an 'X' before meeting once more between the shoulder blades and continuing down the small of his back. There were uncountable stab marks on his stomach and sides, and each of his hands had been run through as had his feet. Precise gouges were taken out of his thighs and arms, and his hair...it was gone. It lay around the crumpled form on the stone floors in a silken wave, the hair remaining now chopped raggedly short around chin length.
Picking the slight frame up, Heero cradled him close and turned towards the door--which closed with a clang like the doors of a tomb. Milliardo's face was just visible in the small window in the door, his eyes narrowed in a calculating scowl. "Tell me, Heero. How long do you think it will be before he's healed enough to wake?" he asked, his gaze flickering to the shaking Duo.
"Let us out."
"I'm only asking, you see. Because I believe he'll be quite hungry when he wakes. But of course, I'm sure he wouldn't kill you." There was a huff from behind the door, but Milliardo ignored his pouting sister. "He cares for you so very much, doesn't he? I'm sure he'll be shattered when he realized he 's killed you in his frenzy."
"Let. Us. Out."
"That sounds something akin to urgency, Heero. But I can't let you out; this is because you both pose a threat to our plans, and...well...I *did* promise my dear sister I wouldn't harm you. I don't see the harm in locking you up." Milliardo turned to leave, and Heero saw Relena's face peer over the window at him for a moment before Milliardo added, "Let's go, Relena."
She looked to her brother, then back to Heero. "Hmph. You deserve that monster, Heero." Then with a roll of her eyes, she turned and flounced away.
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How long had it been? There were no windows down here, nothing to keep time with. Duo had stirred somewhat, and most of the more minor wounds had healed already, but the larger gashes were still bleeding and it seemed that the flow of black blood wouldn't stop. Inching over to Duo's side once more, Heero reached down and brushed a hand against the cold cheek, his eyes searching the perfect face. ~How do I know him? Why is he so familiar?~ The sheer confusion welling up inside him made him furious, and he clenched his fist tightly, the nails biting into the palm of his hand until they drew blood.
Duo shifted uncomfortably on the floor.
The movement drew Heero's eyes to the slumbering figure and he paused, looking back down at his hand. Carefully, he pulled Duo closer so that he could rest the boy's head in his lap. Then slowly, hesitantly, the hand was laid against the pale lips so that the crimson droplets fell between them. Almost immediately Duo began to move, a pink tongue snaking out to lick his lips as he raised a slender arm to take Heero's hand. There was no time to protest before Duo's tongue slid across the tiny cuts on the palm, for barely a second later his lips were against the wrist and Heero felt the distantly familiar pain of the fangs breaking skin.
Once more he felt the warmth spreading through his body, and it took several moments for Heero to discern the panted moans to be his own. His free hand reached out to wrap around Duo, a tremble snaking through his muscles. As soon as Heero's hand touched Duo's shoulders the boy moved, releasing the wrist with a low growl and turning to face Heero, his purple eyes pervaded with a red glow as he grabbed Heero by the shoulders. Stretching up, their lips met in a hungry kiss as the vampire pushed the boy back, all traces of pain gone to be replaced with a more immediate desire that drove his hands down to the laces of Heero's pants with animal ferocity.
The warrior's mind reeled; what was going to happen? Was he going to die? Were.were.and the entire line of rational thinking slid quietly to the back burner as eerily cold but dexterous fingers spidered down, black nails shredding his shirt and wrenching the laces of his pants free. He could hear the low rumble of a growl that reverberated through the vampire's body, but it was far from terrifying...it was comfortable.it was right. His own arms were wrapped tightly around the perfectly marble-like body, holding him tightly in the kiss as though in a vain attempt to warm him as their tongues dueled. The kiss was broke suddenly and he gasped for air, his breath drawn in a sharp hiss of pain as he felt the sharp nails drag down his stomach to be soon followed by the lapping tongue. Completely mesmerized, Heero's back arched sharply as he moaned, his eyes rolling back and fluttering with unintelligible words dripping from his lips which soon faded to lost moans and gasps as he felt the cold hands curl around his length and start to stroke.
There was a rip of fabric as Heero's tights were pulled completely free, and Duo's nails dug into the tanned thighs as his pale lips slid over the warrior's already straining member. Heero's hands curled into the jagged remains of Duo's hair as his hips thrust forward into the beautiful creature's waiting mouth, his heart racing. Duo's head slid smoothly along the twitching shaft, the hungry growl resonating through his throat and Heero's flesh until his panting moans reached a climax and the teeth sunk in once more, throwing Heero over the edge. His body jerked, the thin sheen of sweat shining on his body despite the dampness of their surroundings, and he let out a ragged cry with his fingers tightening their hold on the soft chestnut tangles as he released, the creamy seed swallowed eagerly by the vampire along with hungry gulps of blood.
Eventually Heero fell still save for his rushed gasps for air, and his fingers released their hold, hands falling to his sides. Duo finally pulled free with a cough, his face looking--for the first time--flushed despite the paleness. Hazy eyes trailed up the panting body to Heero's face and he crawled up to lay on top of him, their noses touching. It was a full minute before either of the spoke, but Duo broke the silence, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"M'feeling much better now. Thanks." The cheeky grin was almost visible in his voice.
Heero opened his eyes to look up at Duo, letting the words sink in before nodding faintly.
Concern rang in Duo's voice. "Are.you okay?" He reached up to gently touch Heero's shoulder which was already turning a lapis blue where it had been grabbed earlier by overeager strong hands.
"Okay," came the slightly dazed reply.
Eyebrows raised, then Duo nuzzled their cheeks gently, a warm cascade of chestnut hair falling around their faces. "I suppose that's a good sign, then. Maybe we should get you back to your room, huh?"
"Room."
Blink. Blink. "Yeah," Duo chuckled, getting unsteadily to his feet. "Room, Hee-chan. Room good."
"Don' call m'that."
Duo snorted and tossed his newly-grown hair aside over his shoulder, then turned back to the door and cracked his knuckles. "I think we need to get you back, then visit Mr. Milliardo. Now then, about this door."
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And that's all for now, until the next chapter. I'm going to bed. Flames will be fed to the hungry horny Duo monster. And then the flamer will be fed to him. In pieces.
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Part 9
"...save me..."
The words cut through Heero's soul like a knife as he rushed in, kneeling next to the figure muttering obliviously on the floor. The long tunic he'd been wearing was on the floor, sliced into a thousand pieces, and Duo lay curled up beside it, almost as damaged.
Heero's arms scooped around the prone figure and pulled him up gently--an action which elicited a pained yelp from the delicate boy; his wounds were too numerous to mention, and though they seemed to be desperately trying to mend themselves, it was probable that the damage was just too much.
For some reason, then boy's face had been left unmarred, but the rest of his was mutilated beyond comprehension. Long, deep gashes ran from just under his chin to arch across his throat in an 'X' before meeting once more between the shoulder blades and continuing down the small of his back. There were uncountable stab marks on his stomach and sides, and each of his hands had been run through as had his feet. Precise gouges were taken out of his thighs and arms, and his hair...it was gone. It lay around the crumpled form on the stone floors in a silken wave, the hair remaining now chopped raggedly short around chin length.
Picking the slight frame up, Heero cradled him close and turned towards the door--which closed with a clang like the doors of a tomb. Milliardo's face was just visible in the small window in the door, his eyes narrowed in a calculating scowl. "Tell me, Heero. How long do you think it will be before he's healed enough to wake?" he asked, his gaze flickering to the shaking Duo.
"Let us out."
"I'm only asking, you see. Because I believe he'll be quite hungry when he wakes. But of course, I'm sure he wouldn't kill you." There was a huff from behind the door, but Milliardo ignored his pouting sister. "He cares for you so very much, doesn't he? I'm sure he'll be shattered when he realized he 's killed you in his frenzy."
"Let. Us. Out."
"That sounds something akin to urgency, Heero. But I can't let you out; this is because you both pose a threat to our plans, and...well...I *did* promise my dear sister I wouldn't harm you. I don't see the harm in locking you up." Milliardo turned to leave, and Heero saw Relena's face peer over the window at him for a moment before Milliardo added, "Let's go, Relena."
She looked to her brother, then back to Heero. "Hmph. You deserve that monster, Heero." Then with a roll of her eyes, she turned and flounced away.
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How long had it been? There were no windows down here, nothing to keep time with. Duo had stirred somewhat, and most of the more minor wounds had healed already, but the larger gashes were still bleeding and it seemed that the flow of black blood wouldn't stop. Inching over to Duo's side once more, Heero reached down and brushed a hand against the cold cheek, his eyes searching the perfect face. ~How do I know him? Why is he so familiar?~ The sheer confusion welling up inside him made him furious, and he clenched his fist tightly, the nails biting into the palm of his hand until they drew blood.
Duo shifted uncomfortably on the floor.
The movement drew Heero's eyes to the slumbering figure and he paused, looking back down at his hand. Carefully, he pulled Duo closer so that he could rest the boy's head in his lap. Then slowly, hesitantly, the hand was laid against the pale lips so that the crimson droplets fell between them. Almost immediately Duo began to move, a pink tongue snaking out to lick his lips as he raised a slender arm to take Heero's hand. There was no time to protest before Duo's tongue slid across the tiny cuts on the palm, for barely a second later his lips were against the wrist and Heero felt the distantly familiar pain of the fangs breaking skin.
Once more he felt the warmth spreading through his body, and it took several moments for Heero to discern the panted moans to be his own. His free hand reached out to wrap around Duo, a tremble snaking through his muscles. As soon as Heero's hand touched Duo's shoulders the boy moved, releasing the wrist with a low growl and turning to face Heero, his purple eyes pervaded with a red glow as he grabbed Heero by the shoulders. Stretching up, their lips met in a hungry kiss as the vampire pushed the boy back, all traces of pain gone to be replaced with a more immediate desire that drove his hands down to the laces of Heero's pants with animal ferocity.
The warrior's mind reeled; what was going to happen? Was he going to die? Were.were.and the entire line of rational thinking slid quietly to the back burner as eerily cold but dexterous fingers spidered down, black nails shredding his shirt and wrenching the laces of his pants free. He could hear the low rumble of a growl that reverberated through the vampire's body, but it was far from terrifying...it was comfortable.it was right. His own arms were wrapped tightly around the perfectly marble-like body, holding him tightly in the kiss as though in a vain attempt to warm him as their tongues dueled. The kiss was broke suddenly and he gasped for air, his breath drawn in a sharp hiss of pain as he felt the sharp nails drag down his stomach to be soon followed by the lapping tongue. Completely mesmerized, Heero's back arched sharply as he moaned, his eyes rolling back and fluttering with unintelligible words dripping from his lips which soon faded to lost moans and gasps as he felt the cold hands curl around his length and start to stroke.
There was a rip of fabric as Heero's tights were pulled completely free, and Duo's nails dug into the tanned thighs as his pale lips slid over the warrior's already straining member. Heero's hands curled into the jagged remains of Duo's hair as his hips thrust forward into the beautiful creature's waiting mouth, his heart racing. Duo's head slid smoothly along the twitching shaft, the hungry growl resonating through his throat and Heero's flesh until his panting moans reached a climax and the teeth sunk in once more, throwing Heero over the edge. His body jerked, the thin sheen of sweat shining on his body despite the dampness of their surroundings, and he let out a ragged cry with his fingers tightening their hold on the soft chestnut tangles as he released, the creamy seed swallowed eagerly by the vampire along with hungry gulps of blood.
Eventually Heero fell still save for his rushed gasps for air, and his fingers released their hold, hands falling to his sides. Duo finally pulled free with a cough, his face looking--for the first time--flushed despite the paleness. Hazy eyes trailed up the panting body to Heero's face and he crawled up to lay on top of him, their noses touching. It was a full minute before either of the spoke, but Duo broke the silence, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"M'feeling much better now. Thanks." The cheeky grin was almost visible in his voice.
Heero opened his eyes to look up at Duo, letting the words sink in before nodding faintly.
Concern rang in Duo's voice. "Are.you okay?" He reached up to gently touch Heero's shoulder which was already turning a lapis blue where it had been grabbed earlier by overeager strong hands.
"Okay," came the slightly dazed reply.
Eyebrows raised, then Duo nuzzled their cheeks gently, a warm cascade of chestnut hair falling around their faces. "I suppose that's a good sign, then. Maybe we should get you back to your room, huh?"
"Room."
Blink. Blink. "Yeah," Duo chuckled, getting unsteadily to his feet. "Room, Hee-chan. Room good."
"Don' call m'that."
Duo snorted and tossed his newly-grown hair aside over his shoulder, then turned back to the door and cracked his knuckles. "I think we need to get you back, then visit Mr. Milliardo. Now then, about this door."
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And that's all for now, until the next chapter. I'm going to bed. Flames will be fed to the hungry horny Duo monster. And then the flamer will be fed to him. In pieces.