Blood Type O
Disclaimer: Don't own GW, own some, don't take without giving me credit.
Note 1) Thank you everyone who reviewed from the very bottom of my heart! I write for you people!
Note 2) This part is a bit more exciting *grin* You'll see why.
Note 3) Gack! I said I'd get this out by Friday, as I'm writings this is 11:55pm! It's still Friday!
Alternate Warnings for this chapter: mild lime, if you think I should raise the rating because of it please, by all means, tell me. Innuendo and uber- ickyness (just pretend there's two dots above the 'u' ^-^)
Last time...
Meanwhile across the street a dark figure loomed, watching the happy friends, and scowled. He flew up in disgust as the braided one leaned over and kissed the prince. The prince was his, rightfully.
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Part Six: The Marking Ceremony
"Enjoy your happy moments my dear, you will be mine eventually, you are mine." Xoshi whispered to himself and sped away, a sadistic smile gracing the slightly handsome features of the demon overlord. A little attack was in order. Oh yes, that would be perfect. Xoshi picked up the pace at the thought of bloodshed, all ready licking his pale lips in anticipation, he was most certainly going to enjoy this. Another less ominous figure turned, his hawk feather brown hair shimmering in the sun's warm rays. The apostate was afoot. Hawke debated with himself whether to tell the prince or simply take it up with Solo. Hawke sighed as he climbed into his car and drove off to the local zoo. He would visit Tobias, that always helped him think. As he walked into the hawks' enclosure a red tail almost immediately flew over to him and landed lightly on his shoulder, waiting patently, preening it's feathers. "Ah Tobias, my friend, what will I do." Hawke asked as he held out a dead mouse before the large bird of prey. The hawk greedily accepted the treat and flew to the ground to eat the rodent. Hawke watched fondly for a moment before continuing his monologue, "My Prince very well may be in danger, but I wish not to tell him of it if there is no real threat. Xoshi is a conniving man, who isn't necessarily the sharpest tool in the the shed as they say. Tell me friend what do I do?" The bird looked up to its master with large golden eyes before flying up to a nearby tree. "No my friend, I can not just get up and fly away. We may share the same name, but I have no wings to fly with, even if I had, I have a duty to my prince, I swore to his father that I would protect him. I feel as if I am failing as a guardian." Hawke held out one slender leather covered arm. Tobias flew to Hawke and waddled sideways up his arm to his shoulder. "You know my friend, sometimes I believe you truly do understand me rather then just obeying small gestures." the hawk cocked its head before turning to preen a wing. "Though you have not spoken, I believe you have helped me come to my decision," Hawke began, the bird paused momentarily before continuing its task, "I shall investigate, then report to my prince. I must go my friend." The bird stopped again this time for good and just paused. Hawke jolted his arm and the graceful bird of prey took to what little sky it had, circling once before settling on a high up branch. Hawke watched for a moment longer before turning and leaving the enclosure, hands in pockets, head bowed, orderly (if a bit long) hawk feather brown hair falling into amber coloured eyes.
Heero peered out the window in the tower room, the highest room in the fortress, where he had a view of almost the entire city. Though the prince's body was frozen his mind was wandering. He had to keep Duo away from Xochi. He could not bare to have something happen to Duo a second time. It was a miracle the braided youth was reborn at all. Though his body was male rather then its pervious form, the heart and features were the same. From Vampire to Mortal. Heero sighed, he would have to mark Duo. But how to go about doing it? And should he tell his braided love of the previous life he had no memories of? Heero reached in his back pocket and pulled out a single slightly tattered picture of a grinning young women dressed in a school uniform, Homiko, the American women with a Japanese name. Heero put away the picture and closed his eyes as the cool air swept over his face and breathed in deep, before turning, locking the window and leaving the room.
Duo turned around when he heard someone enter the room, and a winning smile sprang to his face at seeing Heero. "Hey Hee-chan! Where were you?" Duo asked. "Upstairs." Heero answered, "Duo, I have to mark you." "What?" Duo asked. "Mark you. Kind of telling the vampire world you're mine. I don't want anything to happen to you." "How do you go about doing this?" "I have to well bite you and other things." "Other things?" a sly smile replaced the bright one, "Will I like these other things?" "Maybe, maybe not." "Damn, not sex." Duo pouted flopping down on the bed, he sighed, "Well let's get this thing started." Heero nodded and walked slowly over. He had never marked someone before, heard about it, but not actually done it. He reached down and pulled a jewelled blade from his boot. "W...what is that for?" Duo asked warily looking at the knife. Heero rose the knife and quickly slashed his palm, leaving a clean red line that slowly began to ooze with blood. "Duo take off your shirt." the prince instructed. Heero then moved foreward and leaned over the braided boy who was sliding away. "Duo trust me." Heero said. Duo stopped and gulped but nodded anyway and complied. Heero leaned over further, cobalt orbs melting to silver and quickly sunk his fangs into the smooth neck of the boy beneath. Duo started at the split second of searing pain before moaning at the pleasure that quickly followed. A minute later Heero pulled back slightly, causing Duo to whimper. The prince leaned in again and licked the two small puncture marks. Duo moaned again as Heero pulled back lightly dipping a slender finger into the blood that had collected on his palm and brought the bloody finger to the two puncture marks, painting a bizarre symbol over them. They glowed faint silver before disappearing. Duo looked up with half lidded eyes. Heero smiled slightly then spit onto his bloody palm and licked the crimson fluid. "Okay Duo, here's the part you may not like, kiss me." Heero instructed. Duo gave his koi a confused look before complying and opening his mouth to the probing tongue. When the tongues met Duo tasted a odd salty-sweet flavour with an underlying metallic taste he recognized it as blood and his amethyst orbs opened wide. Heero pulled back. "Swallow." Wing's former pilot instructed. Duo gave him a brief look of disbelief but obeyed and was surprised to feel pleasing warmth slide down his throat and silver flash before his vision briefly. "With my life; crimson blood, I mark thee as my own. May the wrath of all the Hells fall upon they who follow Satan who dare touch thee. multus sanguis fluit(1)." Heero whispered. He lay the braided boy on his back. Heero slowly rose the jewelled knife once again. This time not to lacerate his own skin. With two quick slashes, Heero left a cross on Duo's chest causing the braided one to hiss in pain. Heero discarded then knife and licked the marking, it swelled before disappearing without a trace. Duo blinked up at the boy before him. "That's it?" Duo asked. "That's it." Heero confirmed. "So I'm yours?" Duo asked. "You're mine." Heero nodded. "No one can touch me now?" Duo asked. "None of the vampires can without my permission." Heero clarified. "So are you the only one that can mark someone?" Duo asked. Heero shook his head, "No, other vampires can mark mortals as well. Just I get to kill anyone who touches you." Heero smirked stoically. "So I'm like a concubine?" Duo asked in disbelief. "If you want to put it like that." Heero laughed. "I refuse to be a concubine." Duo said turning his noise haughtily in the air and crossing his arms. Heero jumped him, Duo let out an little squawk, before relaxing back on the bed and allowing Heero to kiss down his neck, slide his hands down the smooth torso. Duo moaned as the kisses travelled lower. "W...wait..." Duo managed to gasp out. Heero paused looking to the boy beneath him with confused silver eyes. "W...wasn't your palm cut....a... minute ago? A...and my chest?" Duo asked. Heero sighed and scrapped one razor sharp fang across his own arm and waited until it oozed with blood then licked the gash. A second later Duo watched with fascination as the gash closed itself. "Your spit does that?" Duo asked. Heero nodded slightly exasperated at being interrupted and captured Duo's mouth. Duo groaned softly as Heero left warm wet trails along his skin. Heero was just about to nip when he remembered the presence of his fangs. He growled in agitation. 'The hell with it.' Heero thought and left his fangs extended. Duo hissed as he felt the sharp eye-teeth run along his skin, leaving faint white marks like finger nails do when ran along one's skin lightly. The pain quickly turned into pleasure. Heero continued to work his way down Duo's chest stopping at all the right places before continuing his descent.
Heero sated and content rested his head on Duo's shoulder, an arm tossed casually over the braided boy's chest. Duo gently ran his slim fingers through Heero's wayward locks as he stared down on the slack in sleep face. Duo leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the slightly parted lips and settled to sleep himself.
At exactly eleven o'clock pm that night Heero's eyes snapped open as he awoke, fangs extended and silver eyed. Tonight it was time to feed. Much to his dismay Heero licked his lips in anticipation of the up coming meal. The prince slithered from the warmth of his lovers arms and moved to dress. He pulled out black leather pants a long thin coat and a black T-shirt. He slid into his black combat boots, well they may have been Duo's, still serve the same purpose. Opened the double window, jumped the fifty-feet to the ground and took off at a silent run towards downtown. Duo blinked open violet orbs and groped around for his lover. Not being able to find the cobalt eyed vampire a small frown made its way to Duo's face. He didn't even hear the other boy get up. Duo sat up, blankets pooling around his waist, and listened. No sounds coming from the bathroom. Duo scanned the room and his frown deepened at noticing Heero's black knapsack. The braided boy very much doubted that Heero would leave that behind. Duo threw the blankets from himself, grabbed his discarded boxers and moved to find something to wear in Heero's surprisingly impressive wardrobe. Pulling on tight black jeans and a white T-shirt Duo left the room in search of the missing prince.
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TBC... C&C please!!
1) multus sanguis fluit [Latin] Much blood flows. It's not capitalized because in Latin, they didn't capitalize things.
Disclaimer: Don't own GW, own some, don't take without giving me credit.
Note 1) Thank you everyone who reviewed from the very bottom of my heart! I write for you people!
Note 2) This part is a bit more exciting *grin* You'll see why.
Note 3) Gack! I said I'd get this out by Friday, as I'm writings this is 11:55pm! It's still Friday!
Alternate Warnings for this chapter: mild lime, if you think I should raise the rating because of it please, by all means, tell me. Innuendo and uber- ickyness (just pretend there's two dots above the 'u' ^-^)
Last time...
Meanwhile across the street a dark figure loomed, watching the happy friends, and scowled. He flew up in disgust as the braided one leaned over and kissed the prince. The prince was his, rightfully.
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Part Six: The Marking Ceremony
"Enjoy your happy moments my dear, you will be mine eventually, you are mine." Xoshi whispered to himself and sped away, a sadistic smile gracing the slightly handsome features of the demon overlord. A little attack was in order. Oh yes, that would be perfect. Xoshi picked up the pace at the thought of bloodshed, all ready licking his pale lips in anticipation, he was most certainly going to enjoy this. Another less ominous figure turned, his hawk feather brown hair shimmering in the sun's warm rays. The apostate was afoot. Hawke debated with himself whether to tell the prince or simply take it up with Solo. Hawke sighed as he climbed into his car and drove off to the local zoo. He would visit Tobias, that always helped him think. As he walked into the hawks' enclosure a red tail almost immediately flew over to him and landed lightly on his shoulder, waiting patently, preening it's feathers. "Ah Tobias, my friend, what will I do." Hawke asked as he held out a dead mouse before the large bird of prey. The hawk greedily accepted the treat and flew to the ground to eat the rodent. Hawke watched fondly for a moment before continuing his monologue, "My Prince very well may be in danger, but I wish not to tell him of it if there is no real threat. Xoshi is a conniving man, who isn't necessarily the sharpest tool in the the shed as they say. Tell me friend what do I do?" The bird looked up to its master with large golden eyes before flying up to a nearby tree. "No my friend, I can not just get up and fly away. We may share the same name, but I have no wings to fly with, even if I had, I have a duty to my prince, I swore to his father that I would protect him. I feel as if I am failing as a guardian." Hawke held out one slender leather covered arm. Tobias flew to Hawke and waddled sideways up his arm to his shoulder. "You know my friend, sometimes I believe you truly do understand me rather then just obeying small gestures." the hawk cocked its head before turning to preen a wing. "Though you have not spoken, I believe you have helped me come to my decision," Hawke began, the bird paused momentarily before continuing its task, "I shall investigate, then report to my prince. I must go my friend." The bird stopped again this time for good and just paused. Hawke jolted his arm and the graceful bird of prey took to what little sky it had, circling once before settling on a high up branch. Hawke watched for a moment longer before turning and leaving the enclosure, hands in pockets, head bowed, orderly (if a bit long) hawk feather brown hair falling into amber coloured eyes.
Heero peered out the window in the tower room, the highest room in the fortress, where he had a view of almost the entire city. Though the prince's body was frozen his mind was wandering. He had to keep Duo away from Xochi. He could not bare to have something happen to Duo a second time. It was a miracle the braided youth was reborn at all. Though his body was male rather then its pervious form, the heart and features were the same. From Vampire to Mortal. Heero sighed, he would have to mark Duo. But how to go about doing it? And should he tell his braided love of the previous life he had no memories of? Heero reached in his back pocket and pulled out a single slightly tattered picture of a grinning young women dressed in a school uniform, Homiko, the American women with a Japanese name. Heero put away the picture and closed his eyes as the cool air swept over his face and breathed in deep, before turning, locking the window and leaving the room.
Duo turned around when he heard someone enter the room, and a winning smile sprang to his face at seeing Heero. "Hey Hee-chan! Where were you?" Duo asked. "Upstairs." Heero answered, "Duo, I have to mark you." "What?" Duo asked. "Mark you. Kind of telling the vampire world you're mine. I don't want anything to happen to you." "How do you go about doing this?" "I have to well bite you and other things." "Other things?" a sly smile replaced the bright one, "Will I like these other things?" "Maybe, maybe not." "Damn, not sex." Duo pouted flopping down on the bed, he sighed, "Well let's get this thing started." Heero nodded and walked slowly over. He had never marked someone before, heard about it, but not actually done it. He reached down and pulled a jewelled blade from his boot. "W...what is that for?" Duo asked warily looking at the knife. Heero rose the knife and quickly slashed his palm, leaving a clean red line that slowly began to ooze with blood. "Duo take off your shirt." the prince instructed. Heero then moved foreward and leaned over the braided boy who was sliding away. "Duo trust me." Heero said. Duo stopped and gulped but nodded anyway and complied. Heero leaned over further, cobalt orbs melting to silver and quickly sunk his fangs into the smooth neck of the boy beneath. Duo started at the split second of searing pain before moaning at the pleasure that quickly followed. A minute later Heero pulled back slightly, causing Duo to whimper. The prince leaned in again and licked the two small puncture marks. Duo moaned again as Heero pulled back lightly dipping a slender finger into the blood that had collected on his palm and brought the bloody finger to the two puncture marks, painting a bizarre symbol over them. They glowed faint silver before disappearing. Duo looked up with half lidded eyes. Heero smiled slightly then spit onto his bloody palm and licked the crimson fluid. "Okay Duo, here's the part you may not like, kiss me." Heero instructed. Duo gave his koi a confused look before complying and opening his mouth to the probing tongue. When the tongues met Duo tasted a odd salty-sweet flavour with an underlying metallic taste he recognized it as blood and his amethyst orbs opened wide. Heero pulled back. "Swallow." Wing's former pilot instructed. Duo gave him a brief look of disbelief but obeyed and was surprised to feel pleasing warmth slide down his throat and silver flash before his vision briefly. "With my life; crimson blood, I mark thee as my own. May the wrath of all the Hells fall upon they who follow Satan who dare touch thee. multus sanguis fluit(1)." Heero whispered. He lay the braided boy on his back. Heero slowly rose the jewelled knife once again. This time not to lacerate his own skin. With two quick slashes, Heero left a cross on Duo's chest causing the braided one to hiss in pain. Heero discarded then knife and licked the marking, it swelled before disappearing without a trace. Duo blinked up at the boy before him. "That's it?" Duo asked. "That's it." Heero confirmed. "So I'm yours?" Duo asked. "You're mine." Heero nodded. "No one can touch me now?" Duo asked. "None of the vampires can without my permission." Heero clarified. "So are you the only one that can mark someone?" Duo asked. Heero shook his head, "No, other vampires can mark mortals as well. Just I get to kill anyone who touches you." Heero smirked stoically. "So I'm like a concubine?" Duo asked in disbelief. "If you want to put it like that." Heero laughed. "I refuse to be a concubine." Duo said turning his noise haughtily in the air and crossing his arms. Heero jumped him, Duo let out an little squawk, before relaxing back on the bed and allowing Heero to kiss down his neck, slide his hands down the smooth torso. Duo moaned as the kisses travelled lower. "W...wait..." Duo managed to gasp out. Heero paused looking to the boy beneath him with confused silver eyes. "W...wasn't your palm cut....a... minute ago? A...and my chest?" Duo asked. Heero sighed and scrapped one razor sharp fang across his own arm and waited until it oozed with blood then licked the gash. A second later Duo watched with fascination as the gash closed itself. "Your spit does that?" Duo asked. Heero nodded slightly exasperated at being interrupted and captured Duo's mouth. Duo groaned softly as Heero left warm wet trails along his skin. Heero was just about to nip when he remembered the presence of his fangs. He growled in agitation. 'The hell with it.' Heero thought and left his fangs extended. Duo hissed as he felt the sharp eye-teeth run along his skin, leaving faint white marks like finger nails do when ran along one's skin lightly. The pain quickly turned into pleasure. Heero continued to work his way down Duo's chest stopping at all the right places before continuing his descent.
Heero sated and content rested his head on Duo's shoulder, an arm tossed casually over the braided boy's chest. Duo gently ran his slim fingers through Heero's wayward locks as he stared down on the slack in sleep face. Duo leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the slightly parted lips and settled to sleep himself.
At exactly eleven o'clock pm that night Heero's eyes snapped open as he awoke, fangs extended and silver eyed. Tonight it was time to feed. Much to his dismay Heero licked his lips in anticipation of the up coming meal. The prince slithered from the warmth of his lovers arms and moved to dress. He pulled out black leather pants a long thin coat and a black T-shirt. He slid into his black combat boots, well they may have been Duo's, still serve the same purpose. Opened the double window, jumped the fifty-feet to the ground and took off at a silent run towards downtown. Duo blinked open violet orbs and groped around for his lover. Not being able to find the cobalt eyed vampire a small frown made its way to Duo's face. He didn't even hear the other boy get up. Duo sat up, blankets pooling around his waist, and listened. No sounds coming from the bathroom. Duo scanned the room and his frown deepened at noticing Heero's black knapsack. The braided boy very much doubted that Heero would leave that behind. Duo threw the blankets from himself, grabbed his discarded boxers and moved to find something to wear in Heero's surprisingly impressive wardrobe. Pulling on tight black jeans and a white T-shirt Duo left the room in search of the missing prince.
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TBC... C&C please!!
1) multus sanguis fluit [Latin] Much blood flows. It's not capitalized because in Latin, they didn't capitalize things.