Don't Slight Shinigami
By KCgal

Disclaimer: If the boys were mine, do you think Relena would lived a happy life instead of dying horribly on her first appearance in the series? Hmm? ;)
Warnings: Ooooh. A whole bunch of fun stuff in this one! It ~should~ be NC-17, but seeing as the lemons are forbidden territory here, you're going to have to go read them elsewhere. Lesse, AU, major potty-mouths, death (minor chars only), drug use, guns, guts, lemon (AN: further warning that this is my first ever lemon, so it may be a bit um?). I think that's it! Lol
Pairings: 1x2, slight 3+4
Authors Note: There are lemons in this story – but if you want to read them, you'll have to visit this story at another location (But please take the time to review!):
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This is a re-posting, as the story was nixed from the FF.net datbase because of the rating. I've gone through the previously posted chapters and fixed them up a bit, and there is a new interlude following chapter 1. The final chapter has also been added. Thanks to everyone for your support and great patience!

1: Lessons on Touching Other People's Property.

*slap* The hand came down against the tightly denim-clad backside of the young boy walking past. Suddenly the hands' owner was aware of a low growl and then the ground seemed to rise up to meet him. Knowing from past experience, the man wisely waited until he heard footsteps fade before moving.

Christ Henri, how many times? You know better then to touch Heero's pet. Lilac said, bending over to help the large man to his feet. Henri scowled, nursing the side of his face where he could feel a bruise coming on.

Ah dinna think he was about. He grumbled. Lilac rolled her eyes and went back to the boxes they were currently ment to be checking. Blowing irritably at her short, bright pink hair, she marked down the box numbers. Beside her, Henri finally pulled himself together enough to join her. They worked silently for some time, before their inventory was finished and the neat sheets were filled with the required information. With no other task assigned to them, the two settled back comfortably around a decent sized circular table, cracking open a couple of beers and talking amicably. Presently, one of the small metal doors on the side of the warehouse banged open, and two figures came in. Both were wiry and most obviously male, one significantly taller then the other. The taller one had chestnut coloured hair which swept over his face in a gravity defying bang that left only one bright green eye visible. He wore a dark navy turtleneck and baggy jeans, with heavy black boots which clunked against the concrete floor. His companion was oriental in origin, with his dark hair pulled back into a severe ponytail and his intelligent, obsidian-coloured eyes swiftly running through the large room for anything out of place. An open vest was slung haphazardly over his torso, showing of the large dragon tattoo sprawling over the left side of his chest. A similar set of jeans to the other sat on his hips – however looking much worse for wear with many rips and holes adorning them. The metal caps on his boots glinted in the none-too-bright lighting, as did the numerous earrings in his left ear. The two sat themselves down at the table and Wufei raised a dark eyebrow at the red mark on Herni's face.

Where's Heero?

Where else? Lilac snorted, her eyes moving up the stairs to the office' room that Heero used in this particular warehouse.

You toy with trouble again Henri? Trowa commented, and Henri scowled.

Yeah, well. He shouldna be allow'd ta walk around lookin like tha'.
He shouldn't be allowed around here period. He's a fuckin' useless nuisance. Wufei growled.

Not that again WuFei. Give it up already. You know as well as anyone else that he's not going anywhere. Sides, he's a sweet kid. Everyone likes him. Cept you that is – but you don't like anyone, so it's no surprise, is it? Lilac said teasingly, and got a glare for her efforts.

But we don't know anything about him. He could be a spy for Zechs or
Oh come OFF it Wu! The Chinese man growled at the name, which, ironically, he had been christened by the same boy they were discussing. Hearing the noise, Lilac continued hurriedly, -Fei. He's too nice for that. And he'd never do anything to hurt Heero. He's just a pretty face guys. That, and a fucking lovely ass. She said with a sigh. Trowa and Henri kept out of the argument, which had been going since the boy had turned up amongst them two months ago.

I just there's something not right about that kid. Wufei humphed, sounding unconvincing to even himself. Finding nothing more to argue about, the martial artist sat back in his chair and frowned at the ceiling.

Not very far away, the subject of Wufei's pondering was currently being pushed against a handy wall, while Heero raked his teeth over the soft skin on his neck. One of Heero's hands was up behind the boy, buried in the impossibly long waterfall of hair which was rapidly falling out of a hasty pony-tail. His other hand was fastened around one side of the boy's denim clad ass, squeezing it hard. The boy moaned as Heero continued to lick and suck his way down his neck, leaving small red marks in his wake. A long, slim leg clad in ripped fish-nets and scuffed knee-high boots rose to wrap around Heero's body, pushing it's owner closer to him and grinding their crotches together, eliciting another moan from both. Suddenly the long-haired youth grabbed his partner and flipped them over, so that Heero was up against the wall. In the same movement, the boy slid to the floor so he was kneeling before Heero. He spared no time unzipping and pushing both Heero's trousers and boxers to the floor, giving him access to what he was looking for. Smiling wickedly up at Heero, amethyst eyes sparkling, he lent forward and kissed the end of Heero's cock. Heero groaned and both of his hands moving down to cup the boy's head, while the boy began to lick and tease down Heero's cock. He finally took it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and then down it's length. Another deep groan from Heero prompted him to move closer and swallow down on Heero's cock, deep-throating him in one easy motion. Rolling his head up from looking down at the beautiful sight below him, Heero squeezed his eyes shut and rested his head heavily against the wall, feeling himself enveloped in the soft, warm mouth of his current pet.

He'd found Duo walking around down by the docks, not far from their other warehouse, and, not unknown to indulge in the many prostitutes walking the streets, Heero had stopped to have a closer look. The boy was even more attractive up close then from a distance and although Heero had mistaken him for a girl at first because of the long hair, he was immediately taken by the boy's obvious good looks. The clothes that he wore (the same as he was in now) -the incredibly short black denim cut-offs, the too small black shirt and the odd expanses of tatty fishnets on not only his legs but his arms as well- showed off a firm but willowy body which practically screamed to be touched. And then there was the hair. Heero admitted to himself that the long, silky wave of chestnut hair that Duo sported down to his buttocks was one of the things that first caught his attention. However, it was Duo's bubbly personality and ability to draw people in and befriend them that seemed to slot him in so easily into Heero's gang. That, and Heero's increasing possessiveness of the boy, making him unwilling to let Duo go. Not that Duo had made any indication that he wanted to leave.

Heero suddenly tensed up, Duo's enthusiastic ministrations finally paying off as he exploded into the boy's waiting mouth, crying out his name. Duo grinned up at Heero, licking his lips to divulge them of the rivulets of cum that had burst out of his mouth. He stayed kneeling on the floor while Heero composed himself and pulled his trousers back up.

Get up. He ordered Duo, but not unkindly. The long-haired boy obligingly did so, allowing room for Heero to move away from the wall. Heero however grabbed Duo about the waist and crushed their bodies together. Observing Heero from the corner of his eyes, Duo wrapped his arms lazily around the other's body, resting his cheek against Heero's shoulder so that he could look up at him fully. Heero's hands wandered down over his body, making Duo shiver.

You know, you don't have to be so hard on your guys I mean, you really slammed Herni a – Duo said softly, making sure it sounded a timid suggestion.

He shouldn't touch you. Heero cut him off, squeezing him tighter momentarily.

I'm used to it. He's not gunna do anything to me, it's just what guys like him do, y'know? I'm the outsider here. Which they both knew wasn't strictly true. Sure, he'd only been there a short time, and everyone knew he was only there as Heero's play-thing, but everyone in the group was genuinely fond of him – to a greater degree then Heero had ever been liked by his people. When Heero didn't respond to that, Duo kissed him gently on the side of the neck and spoke again. Wu-man and Trowa are back. Didn't you want to talk to them? He asked. Heero had noticed that Duo seemed to have a great sense of awareness of what was happening around him, and he wasn't wrong this time either. Listening carefully, Heero could faintly make out the sounds of Wufei's self-righteous sounding exclamations downstairs. Sighing, he let go of Duo, who stepped away, and went over to his desk. Casting a glance at it, he quickly spotted what he wanted and scooped up several sheets before heading out the door and down the stairs. Duo trailed after him, making sure to close the door of the office behind them. Bouncing down the stairs, he spotted the people around the table, and Heero joining them. A few more bounds, and he plopped himself down in a nearby chair, settling in to listen unobtrusively.

You counted the last batch in? Heero asked Henri curtly. The large man nodded, sliding the papers they had filled out over to the younger man.

Heero nodded after a brief glance over them. Calculating cobalt eyes turned to the Chinese man, who sat up a little straighter and looked Heero in the eye.

Trowa and I went back to Kimmin. Defiantly Zechs. He swiped a whole fucking load of coke. This is going too far Yuy – you know he's been itching to cut in on us. You are going to do something about this injustice I assume? He replied indignantly. Heero narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking.

When's our next arrival? He asked Trowa.

Came the short reply. Heero nodded.

Arms, isn't it? A nod. We go early. He'll show. Zechs has had enough warnings. It's time to put him back in his place. Inform the others. I want everyone there. Wufei nodded in ascent, obviously happy with the plan.

All right boss! Gonna kick some Fang butt! Lilac crowed, pulling a gun from the back of her pants and caressing it lovingly. Heero abruptly stood up, shoving his seat violently back and angling a commanding glance towards Duo before turning and stalking from the warehouse. Duo scrambled out of his seat and after him, waving and smiling at the others as he did so.

Bai-bai Lilly, Henrox, Wu-man, T! He chirruped, receiving two smiles, a glare and a blank look in return. Hey Heero! Wait up! Duo called, trotting to catch Heero up. A loud bleep' echoed through the night, then Heero opened the door of a small dark green sports car, getting in and waiting impatiently for Duo to do the same. Christ, what's the big rush? The long-haired boy asked as he finally made it to the car. No sooner had he shut the door, the car was off down the road with a shriek of protest from the tires. They sat in silence for a while, before Duo began to fidget, playing idly with the ends of his hair. So you reckon Zechs will actually be dumb enough to turn up tomorrow? Even after you're more then likely to have figured out who took the other stuff by now? He finally asked, looking over at Heero, who was staring darkly at the road. Oh don't get all dark and grouchy Hee-chan! You're no fun like this. He pouted, giving Heero a mock scowl. I'm sure you'll get the blonde git good. For the next five minutes Duo happily chattered away, trying to cheer Heero up while they drove at high speeds towards Heero's flat.

As Heero cut the engine and moved to get out of the car, Duo reached over at put a hand on his knee and pinned him with serious eyes. I'm serious Heero. Don't worry yourself needlessly all night. You're just doing what needs to be done. Heero considered him for a moment, then nodded, before sliding out of the car. Duo smiled and hopped out as well, bounding after the other boy into the lift.

You'll be all right in your room tomorrow? Heero asked him as he inserted his key-card into the lift and pushed the button for the top level. The lift jolted slightly and began speeding upwards.

Of course. You don't have to worry about me Hee-chan. Duo reassured, as Heero wrapped his arms possessively about the American's waist from behind and began nuzzling and biting at Duo's neck. Duo rolled his head to the side and closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling of Heero's lips on his neck. Just take care of yourself and come back to me in one piece. He near-whispered. Heero's hands were rapidly straying downwards, and one slid under the front of Duo's cut-offs, eliciting a moan from the boy. Just then the elevator dinged' and the lift stopped, its doors swinging open to reveal Heero's rather nice apartment. They managed to move forward out of the lift, Heero unzipping Duo's pants, while Duo unbuckled the fishnet bands around his arms.

Heero span Duo around while pulling his shirt up over his head, then removing his own. Trailing his hands over the smooth contours of Duo's back, he ran his tongue up the side of the delicate boy's heart-shaped face, before lapping at the American's mouth until a deliciously soft pink tongue met his own. Long arms wrapped up and around his body, pushing them closer together – Duo somehow moulding himself onto the front of Heero in a way none of his other pets ever had been able to.

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