*Grins and gives everyone the thumbs up* This is the part I'VE been waiting for. Angsty Hiltz, a bit of vampirism (Oh, we can NEVER have enough of blood, can we girls?), another lemon…bordering on lime again, I'm not so good at this stuff…and some slightly psychotic Prozen. grins* Oh, and, if it could be called it, consensual rape. Just thought I'd mention that, you didn't think it was going to be flowers and chocolates, did you? Oh, and think the Matrix when the Mern starts getting upset. And one last thing? This is very confusing. Don't say I didn't warn you. Probably very unrealistic. Constructive in your flames please.
Chapter 24: Meant to be
Hiltz stared at the form resting on the queen-sized bed, body slack, hair spilling over the pillows like white silk. Gods, he was beautiful. Did he know that? He was never one to flaunt himself in front of others, but still…
They'd made it to the house. Only just. After firing that beam, the Spiner had moved as fast as it could back to base. Payne was out in his Liger Zero, a relic from the distant past, keeping an eye on things while the humans milled around the base, walking targets for anyone stupid enough come looking here, so there would be no interruptions…
Hiltz ran his fingers through his hair and shivered. He was scared. Another quick glance at Prozen, and he hissed through his teeth. He'd had to undress the warlord to stop him from overheating and dying…it was said by his mother that the hotter they became the more powerful they would become once they crossed over. This was close to dying temperature.
Was he ready? Ready at all?
It had taken so much energy to try and hide his true motives from the Reapers, try and dance on the thin line of pretending and actually being a Reaper. Using the Mern's powers just enough to seem normal, but not enough for the addiction. It was driving him mad, and the mounting paranoia that Payne might know was starting to get on his nerves.
Clad only in his shirt and a pair of boxers, Prozen slept peacefully, twitching a little in his sleep as he dove deeper into wherever it was he was going. Hiltz had heard stories…he knew about the Crimson Sea – it was some cosmic level of balance the Rare Hertz shared with the shamans of the other species. A sea of collective consciousness, of power, and most of all, where little Rare Hertz went when they were about to become big scary adults, ready to kill.
Fuck him now.
Hiltz licked his lips and started to sweat. The hell…?
This was their old room. Well, Prozen's actually. Where he slept after the Emperor deemed him old enough to survive on his own. A large room, but comfortable, huge windows opening up to the terrace outside, covered by plush curtains, a chest of drawers, long since emptied, rugs on the floor. A chest at the end of the bed, holding special things, trinkets to amuse the child inside, to amuse them both on days when life needed a little light-
Do it now. While you still can.
How many times had Prozen slept on this bed, and he, Hiltz Sierra had slept beside him? Using each other as pillows, sometimes one taking up the entire quilt and the other left out in the cold. Always, whenever he came down to see him, they would spend time together. As friends.
But now-
Fuck him, you idiot.
-he was considering doing something more. He padded over the soft carpet and looked down at the slumbering man. Reached out, and touched the soft skin, not surprised by the fire running around beneath it. Prozen moaned softly and turned over, away from him.
Hiltz felt enraged that he would do that to him. Turn away!
He's thinking of Karl, Hiltz. He's thinking of fucking that imperial bastard instead of you.
He roughly pulled him back and Prozen hissed in his sleep. He couldn't stop himself, Hiltz crawled over the still body, panting, wanting that heat. But the bright alien part wanted to pierce that heat, devour it and hurt it. The darker and more primordial part of him looked up from it's fire, grinned with shiny pointed teeth and told Hiltz it wanted the heat to be inside, to be one with it, to drown in it.
Fuck him.
No.
Hiltz moved back, worried, and tried to cling to memories that gave him strength. This…this wasn't right, how in the world did Payne know? Mama had taken her little boy aside, and held him tightly, told him that he'd been Chosen. Told him to keep an eye out, told him he'd know. Cuddled up to her soft flesh breathing in the scent he'd known from birth, so calm and sweet.
You'll know. Don't let anyone take it away from you.
"…Payne…"
He left the bed, hurriedly. That explained it. He'd tried so hard to keep the bastard out, but he was seeping in, seeping through the cracks into Hiltz' fragile mind. Still not fully healed from his ordeal in the core, he was mentally weak when he had to be strong, strong for the both of them. He moved into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, ignoring the cramps in his stomach, which gradually grew worse as he sat on the side of the bath, his head between his knees.
"Stop it, Payne." He hissed. He could feel it moving inside his body, it's hunger growing.
Aww, what's the matter, half-breed?
"Get out of my head and out of my body."
Heh, you're right about me being in your head, but I can guarantee that I'm not in your dick. That's you boy. Impressive!
"Stop it!!"
Can't. Won't. You…you hurt me you prick.
"Well I won't hurt him."
That's okay, he'll attack you. And then he'll leave and sniff out someone else.
Hiltz swore, and stood up. There was another flurry of movement within him and as he clutched at himself, he saw a faint jubbing movement as the parasite rearranged itself within his gut.
You haven't been feeding yourself, have you? Naughty boy…
"What are you talking about?"
Merns need to be fed continually. Or they turn on their host. They're not symbiotic, half-breed. They're parasites. And yours is starving…
Hiltz moaned as what felt like cold needles pierce something deep inside him. Brought to his knees, he crawled into the other room in hope of finding something soft to lie on as his insides were torn apart.
…So imagine his surprise to find the bed empty.
There was a distant scream, and he froze. The screamer stopped mid shriek and there was a thud. Blood drained from Hiltz' face, as he realised that not only had Prozen left, but he was also…feeding.
Minutes passed. Shadows darted around outside and there were more cries of fear. Voices, cries for help. It stopped for a little while, and Hiltz pulled himself up, wishing the old house wasn't quite as dark as it was – he'd lit the candles he'd placed in the room before leaving to collect the minister, but the shadows they cast were quite…wrong.
He's coming to eat you…wonder who will finish first, him or your Mern?
Hiltz tried to calm himself again, letting the fear and pain get swallowed up and moved away.
Hey! Don't do that! You sonofabitch! That's how you got past me…you bastard!
He closed his eyes and thought of grey. Grey everywhere. Grey surrounding him. Hiding him in a mist so he could not be seen. He felt Payne pull back and try a different tact to find him, but he was one step ahead. Hiltz thought of being made of ice, snow beneath him, cold air all around him, slowly becoming one with the mist…so he was no longer there…
And Payne's voice faded.
He'd hated deceiving some of them. Pretending to be one of them. He'd almost lost it all…but he'd tried so hard…couldn't give up now…so tempting…
The door opened again, and a man ran through screaming with fear, clawing at the floor as he stumbled and fell. Something light leapt over him, and Prozen smiled, standing coyly in front of the terrified human. As the man tried to escape – his unwashed smell quite foul to Hiltz' nose – Prozen leapt forward, caught his shoulder and pushed him onto his back. Then jumped back.
"…H-hey." Hiltz growled, wincing as each breath became more and more painful. "Don't play with your food."
Prozen turned to face Hiltz and studied him for a minute, then dove forward and straddled the man, taking his throat in his mouth and –
Hiltz looked away and listened to the sound of someone drinking. He didn't look up until the door creaked, and only then saw the dark blood spots on the thick dark blue carpet and a pair of boots being dragged out the door. He hung his head as he pulled himself to sit up on the end of the bed, wondering how long he had. Prozen had probably sought out everyone on the base who wasn't smart enough to take cover (Most of them) and of course, he was probably going to come back in here and take his life's blood…
There was a creak.
Prozen leaned against the door, smiling angelically. But his smile was tainted by the blood that dribbled down his chin, the blood from his latest victim. "Prrt?" He trilled, a somehow childish, yet arousing sound.
Hiltz raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, hello to you too."
Prozen padded across the carpet and his smile grew wider, not so innocent. His eyes…well, the whites had gone, now the entire ball of the eye was the same red as the iris. His shirt was splattered with blood, but surprisingly his skin was immaculate, pure.
Another wave of pain made Hiltz moan and slump over again, face creased with the agony of what was going on inside him. As he did so, Prozen knelt down in front of him, trying to peer into his face, to see what was wrong. His movements were strange, jerky, curious. Like an animal. He nudged Hiltz with his nose to get a reaction, but when Hiltz didn't respond, Prozen growled and pushed him back onto the bed.
The sudden straightening made Hiltz scream. The Mern moved again, upwards, and the two watched the movement until it faded further up. The redhead grabbed the blankets, twisting them as his back arched and the pain increased. He was going to die. He'd been stupid enough to do this and he was going to die…
And then the agony faded.
Warmth spread from the firm touch, warmth that banished the cold. Warmth that swallowed his fear and pain. Hiltz opened his eyes, feeling his heart slow and his breathing calm, and he raised his head again to stare at Prozen. The minister smiled lovingly at him, his hand over the most painful part of his anatomy.
"…S'too late." Hiltz muttered. "S'torn me up…inside…fuck it…I'm…bleeding from…everywhere." He could distantly hear Payne's laughter, and it hurt him.
Gently, Prozen moved over his slack body, purring softly, and nuzzled Hiltz' throat. The other man closed his eyes and waited patiently for the killing blow hoping that the minister would do him the honour of making it quick, to find that-
There was the sensation…and the sound…of someone fiddling with the zip. Pulling it down. A warm hand stroked his chest, exploring a little, touching…fondling…
Hiltz' eyes opened in surprise then fluttered closed as the ripples of sensation floated across his skin.
Warm breath at his cheek, the scent of blood. And something else. Something…something he knew…
The soft moistness of a tongue against his cheek, playfully tasting him. Then across his lips…
The pressure of Prozen against him was painful to say the least, but when his insistent lips pressed against Hiltz' there was something else, something…hot…and good. He managed to open his eyes and stared up at the grinning creature above him, curtained by his long white hair. Their mouths touched again, and this time lips parted and the kiss deepened, exploring each other's mouths. Hot blood filled his mouth, slid invitingly down his throat, and made the hurt go away. More insistent pressure, and Hiltz realised that Prozen was naked.
"…You…you still want me?" His mind was reeling from the concoction, it's effects already starting to take hold, numbing the agony inside.
The minister smiled. He said nothing, but there was no need for him to speak, because he was undoing Hiltz' fly. Better than that, he was dragging the trousers off him as Hiltz tried to kick off his boots, in an effort not to annoy the Rare Hertz to the point it would probably tear his legs off to get at him.
Bored with touching and playing, Prozen's eyes darkened as he held Hiltz down with surprising strength, and slid between his thighs-
"AH-!"
Hiltz jerked, his body rising as the Rare Hertz entered him. His fingers dug into Prozen's shoulders, his eyes closed, unsure if he was supposed to despise or enjoy the sensation of being split in two. This was not the man he loved and knew, this was the monster that hid beneath the calm of the water, this was the darker side. Harder and harder he thrust, growling as he did so, and Hiltz moaned and clutched at his inhuman lover, unable to escape the growing fire between his legs. The bed creaked as they moved faster, and the redhead couldn't help himself, leaning his head back and crying out, as both bodies shuddered with release. Hiltz managed to open his eyes, bruised and hurt by the 'attack'. But deep inside, he felt like he deserved it – deserved it for being a bloody idiot and playing with the Reapers in the first place.
To his surprise, Prozen was looking down at him in a mixture of surprise and horror. Not the Rare Hertz, but the person.
"Hiltz?" He whispered.
"Hello, sunshine…wondering…when you'd…come back." Hiltz panted.
"…What's going on…?"
Hiltz laughed. He couldn't help it.
Prozen looked down at the naked and sweating body beneath him, then looked up again, now blushing, not just from exertion but from embarrassment. "Are we…?"
"Yes…we…we just had sex. Just now. Please…you're hurting me…"
"I…I'm so sorry." Prozen moved away from him, cowering a little.
"Not your fault. You weren't yourself." Hiltz went to sit up, winced, and decided against it, staring at the blood on the sheets and on Prozen's lap. "I'm going to feel that in the morning. Fuck that, I'm feeling it now. Shit!"
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No!" Hiltz replied, hurriedly, fearing another attack. "Uh…it's okay. I'm fine."
"No. Really." That look… He moved forward again, his face filled with concern, and held Hiltz gently. The redhead submitted, a strange sense of warmth taking over where the pain had been a moment before. They kissed, and suddenly, everything was fine - Prozen knelt back, nipped his finger enough to bleed and slid it between Hiltz' legs, making him writhe with pleasure and pain simultaneously as the torn flesh healed. He gasped with pleasure, snuggled deeper into Prozen's lap and free arm, spreading his legs wider. For so long he'd been waiting to do this, and now…
"I've changed my mind, take me again." He begged. "I need you. I need you now."
"Hiltz?"
"What?"
The minister's voice was lower than a whisper, his eyes wide. "I don't know how."
"Then lie down and let me do it. I want it. I want you." Hiltz straddled him. "If I don't do something, I swear I'm going to go mad." He felt stronger now. Much stronger, what was inside had faded with the consumption of the elixir. He could feel it working inside his body, could feel it pull things back together, mixing with his own blood and turning it to liquid fire. "I've always loved you, you stupid bastard." He whispered, looking deep into the now normal crimson eyes, a sincere remark, not one inspired by what had gone on before. "I've loved you since the day I saw your crate fall, and you lying there in the straw. I love you."
Prozen's pale cheeks flushed with red again, and he nodded. "But I…you…"
"No need to be scared…I mean, I thought you were going to kill me." Hiltz leaned over and kissed his unprotesting lips, then started to lick the blood from his face, the same precious fluid so many had died for, that had flowed from his reborn lover's mouth.
"I'd never do that…" Prozen caught his mouth again, entangling his fingers with the red curls. "Because I love you too…I'm so sorry…"
"I know…don't worry about it, love…" Hiltz moved down, lapping at his neck, nibbling here and there. "…I missed you…"
"Ah…! There…oh…oh gods…"
Hiltz chuckled. Fully aroused now, he considered his options for the rest of the evening, and found them all to be pointing to much the same thing. With a lazy smile, content to be protected in the Hertz' aura he cuddled closer to his mate and they kissed again, long and somehow gentle. Dignified.
Free to enjoy Hiltz for the 'first' time, Prozen shifted his weight so he was beneath his lover. "Make love to me." He murmured in Hiltz' ear.
"With great pleasure…"
~ to be continued.
See? Told you it was unrealistic.
