Title: Halloween Masquerade

Author: Avel

Summary: When darkness consumes two youths, will they accept it? Light and day will never be the same and nights of feverish bloodshed are just a bite away.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I make a profit from these works.

Pairings: 1x3x2, 5x4, and 6x13

Before you read: This chapter has been issued a Lemon warning.

The coffin lid slid open in a rush, as a lithe body virtually threw itself outside onto the cold hardwood floor. His vision was blurred in a panicked haze as he felt himself panting in desperation. His mouth open as soundless cries and harsh gasps filled the silent air. He gripped his hands in his hair, twisting it from his scalp painfully. Eyes clenched painfully shut, shooting hot red sparks into the back of his eyelids. He needed to get out of there; he needed to see the light and desperately needed to be outside in the sun. He opened his clenched eyes, disillusioned and crazed. Under a self induced hallucination his ice-cold skin felt as if it was on fire, aching to feel the sunlight against his skin.

Through the darkness his eyes caught sight of a slit of light pooling against the floor. Enticing him, he thought before rage engulfed him. It was mocking him. His mind snapped as he rushed toward the light, his vision blinded by white. Shinigami would not be mocked. He rushed toward the draped window as his hand lunged for the curtain. Light, his mind sobbed painfully as his fingertips brushed the thick fabric, light.

He had nearly opened the curtain, allowing a patch of light into the room, when two arms wrapped themselves around his chest effectively pulling him away from the window. He could hear someone screaming and crying in the background and yet he felt nothing. He felt drained, his mind going numb. The arms remained securely around him, holding him in one place. His face felt a slick, irritating wetness and it was then that he realized that he was the one struggling and screaming. When that rationalization came back to him, he felt his body slacken against the person holding him. The person continued to remain a silent comfort as Duo continued to gaze at the window, unmoving.

He had awoken to the sound of a coffin lid scraping the wall. That sound alone had caused him to remove his own lid in order to investigate. By the time he had entered the room he felt fear grip him as he watched a blurred form racing toward the window. Duo. He immediately took off after him and caught him before his lover had fully opened the curtain. The adrenaline from the chase overriding his coherent thought as the knowledge that he had almost lost Duo continued to repeat itself inside his mind.

He felt ill by the terror-induced moment and by Duo's reaction. He continued to hold Duo close in order to prevent his lover from attempting that stunt again, but also to reassure him that Duo was still real. He didn't feel relieved when Duo's body went slack, heavily dependent on Heero's strength alone. He didn't know what to do and didn't know what to say. All he could do was hold him, his mind repeating that he'd never let him go. It wasn't until he heard Trowa's gentle voice urging him to let go that he realized that his entire body was trembling.

The sound of Duo screaming had brought Trowa back to consciousness. The scene played out before him, caused him to stay in one place. Heero was holding Duo away from the window as their lover continued to thrash and scream in an attempt to grab the curtain. And then there was silence as Duo completely stopped moving, gazing at the window. His attention switched to Heero's shaking form, he wasn't letting go of Duo.

Taking the initiative, he went to Heero first, coaxing him to let go of Duo. His hand running up and down Heero's arm soothingly as he got his lover's attention. He knew that Heero wasn't okay, but opted to make Duo the highest priority. Duo didn't move, his eyes focused solely on the closed drapery.

"Duo." He scanned his lover's face for a reaction. When Duo didn't respond, he stood in front of him, blocking Duo's vision.

"Duo?" He repeated, this time gaining Duo's attention.

"You're going to go lay down in Heero's room for right now." Trowa stated firmly as he grabbed his arm leading him into the other bedroom, leaving Heero alone with his thoughts.

Once inside, Trowa guided Duo into the bed before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a couple tissues. Silently he addressed Duo's tear streaked face, wiping away the tears that still lingered, and drying the moisture collected around his violet eyes.

"Would it be worth it?" He broke the silence, his voice gentle, not prying or demanding.

"Would you be better off without us?" He asked quietly as he pulled Duo into a loose hug. His question was genuine he needed to know how Duo felt. Unlike Heero who had stopped Duo's attempted suicide, if Trowa had felt that it was in Duo's best interest, he wouldn't stop him from going through with it.

"I don't know." Came the soft reply. Violet eyes half closed as Duo's fingers went to play with the tip of his braid. Twisting the end through his fingers as he rested his head against Trowa's shoulder.

"I don't know what I was thinking." He stated honestly, "I didn't mean to freak out like that." He whispered, hand faltering momentarily with the braid.

"You just got upset." Trowa paused, "But you're not going to tell us why." He finished, watching Duo's hand cease motion.

"Don't go." Duo whispered tiredly, as Trowa got off the bed, heading toward the door.

"I'll come back after I talk to Heero." Trowa replied. "You just continue to calm down." The truth was that he actually hoped that Duo would get some sleep while he was with Heero.

He closed the door, reflecting on the time he had read on the clock while grabbing the tissues. It was fairly early, around three o'clock pm to be exact. They should have still been asleep for another six or seven hours. He went back to his room to find Heero exactly where he had left him.

"Daijoubu ka?" He asked softly from the door, tensing despite himself. He didn't know how Heero was going to react to Duo's outburst, and he didn't like the fact that he couldn't pick up on Heero's emotions.

"Iie." Came the sudden reply as Heero turned to look at him.

"He wasn't in his right mind." Trowa supplied, still not quite sure, what approach to use with Heero at this point.

"What about you?" Heero closed the distance slowly. Receiving a puzzled look from Trowa, he clarified. "Are you in your right mind?" He asked purely out of concern.

"Hai." Trowa answered in the affirmative, backing a bit to put a more comfortable distance between them. The action was halted when Heero quickly latched onto his arm, preventing him from moving away.

"Why did he do it?" Heero questioned abruptly.

"I don't know." Trowa answered honestly.

"He didn't tell you?" He asked curiously.

"No." Trowa responded, "And you're not going to find out why, he should be asleep by now." With that said, Trowa attempted to withdraw from Heero's hold.

Warning: Lemon scene, read at your own discretion and maturity

The action caused Heero to act on his desperation, closing the distance between them as he kissed Trowa fiercely. Pulling Trowa closer toward him, as his other hand began to roughly caress Trowa's bare stomach. As his hand continued to work its way downward, eliciting a low moan from Trowa as he deepened the kiss. He knew they were both stressed, but the fact that he'd almost lost Duo, caused Heero to fondle Trowa more aggressively. His need overriding his desire, as his kisses turned hard and forceful. Each bruising kiss became more controlling and demanding of Trowa. He wanted reassurance that Trowa wasn't going to try and leave him, and when Trowa didn't resist or tense out of fear, he continued with the onslaught.

Trowa's hand found it's way into Heero's hair, pulling at it roughly, maneuvering Heero's head to an angle where he could kiss back with equal force. His other hand finding it's way between their bodies and resting on his lover's nipple. Toying with the hard nub, he rubbed it slowly before pinching it and eliciting a sharp hiss from Heero.

Heero's hands continued to roam across Trowa's body, manipulating Trowa onto the bed where he rid them both of the thin layers of material covering their erections. Heero's own body quickly covered Trowa's sprawled naked form, as he bit and nipped any exposed flesh left in his reach. Leaving bruising marks against Trowa's lower neck, his hand gripped Trowa's erection, stroking it none too gently. Trowa's soft gasps and hisses encouraged him further as his mind focused on his lover's needs.

Taking Trowa's penis into his mouth, he let his teeth graze the tight heated flesh, working Trowa's cock with his mouth. His hand stroking Trowa's inner thigh, as he felt Trowa trembling from the sensations pulsating in his groin. Causing his body to tighten and spasm with each swallowing motion from Heero. However the stimulation became too much and Trowa released, biting his lip to muffle a sharp cry. Heero didn't waste any time before using the lubricant normally kept next to the bed, spreading it across his fingers as he covered himself with it.

Once again a wave of fear gripped Heero as he fingered Trowa's entrance. Adding another finger he continued to stretch and prepare him, before adding a third while thrusting. No words were exchanged, but both acted on instinctive impulse and the desperation from the earlier event. Trowa arched his back off the mattress, his body drenched in a cold sweat, but lacking enough friction to heat his chilled skin. His body aching to be dominated by his lover, to be taken fast and hard in order to forget about the stress. In order to forget the

All Heero could focus on was the fact that he wouldn't be able to lose Trowa. That he couldn't lose Trowa, not Duo's suicide attempt. These thoughts alone; heightened the adrenaline coursing through his body. As he shoved Trowa's legs over his shoulders, mounting Trowa in a harsh movement, covering Trowa's mouth with his own as he began to thrust at a feverish pace.

The pain was a welcome relief as Trowa could only focus on breathing, not noticing his leg starting to slip off from the force of each thrust, unable to register Heero's whispered words that he wouldn't lose him. His stomach tightened, as the pounding slowed, both their breaths becoming a mess of hitching and panting as their lovemaking came to an end. Trowa, unable to hold out with the intense pounding to his prostate, released for a final time. Feeling dazed as Heero emptied his seed inside him; he almost missed Heero's gently whispered "Aishiteru."

End of Lemon Scene

Trowa was taken aback by Heero's confession; they had never spoken those words to each other before. Inwardly Trowa was confused by this revelation, and in order to avoid the situation he ignored the spoken words. It wasn't until he had tried to disengage himself from Heero that he realized that he couldn't.

The first reason being, that Heero was dead set on keeping Trowa with him for the time being. The second reason was that Trowa physically felt too weak and sore at the moment to go anywhere. Unfortunately this came with the unwanted knowledge that Heero had probably planned for that from the start.

"I told Duo I'd come back." He stated softly, though he could already feel his vision blurring with exhaustion.

"I'll take care of it." Heero assured him.

Knowing that his lover was on the verge of sleep and resisting it, Heero covered Trowa's eyes with his hand.

"Go to sleep." He breathed, waiting a few minutes before withdrawing his hand. Revealing Trowa's closed eyes and his sleeping form. Heero got up and headed toward the bathroom, dampening a towel in the sink, before treading back to the bed. Cleansing both their bodies, before dressing them both. He had thought about letting Trowa remain sleeping in that room while he addressed Duo, but couldn't bring himself to leave Trowa unsupervised.

Gently picking Trowa up, he carried him into the next room, feeling a slight tremor run through his body at the sight of Duo. He was well aware that Trowa was a light sleeper when it involved any form of physical contact, so he tightened his self-control. Ceasing any momentary shivers that had begun to fluctuate throughout his body. He placed Trowa on his bed, before wordlessly moving to Duo's side.

Duo's pale skin was tinted gray in the unlit room, pronouncing the dark circles that had formed under his eyes. His hair, normally kept in a tight braid was left with strands of unbound hair scattered across the pillow. His bangs lay misshapen across his forehead. His hand still clutching his braid in a loose fist, body turned on its side, curled inward.

Heero reached a hand out to smooth Duo's wild bangs, continuing when Duo stirred at the touch. Normally he would cease the contact, knowing that Duo didn't normally like it when he was overly affectionate. A characteristic, he had not expected from Duo, but more from Trowa.

Trowa was rather confusing when it came to physical affection. He neither displayed a dislike or a liking to it. A characteristic that at times could be quite annoying and perplexing to both Duo and himself.

Duo on the other hand was very affectionate with Trowa, and loved the attention he got from their emerald-eyed lover. However, when it came to his sole relationship with Duo, it was clear that Duo liked receiving attention and affection on his terms only. He had given some thought and drew some theories on Duo's bizarre behavior, however it didn't get him very far.

For a while he was certain that Duo was just coping with control issues. Acting out of anger for being "bitten without consent." Or so Duo had once termed it. Through out the years though, he began to have doubts. Duo could be very affectionate with him, but the moment Heero got out of character or broke his normal behavior; Duo would stop responding to him. Many fights had occurred over this subject, causing tension amongst the three of them.

What Heero truly found absurd, was the fact that he had never raped Duo. He'd managed to rape Trowa in moments of blind rage, but never Duo. He hated the fact that his anger almost always lead to hurting Trowa, and he hated the fact that he was relieved by the fact that he'd never hurt Duo. But most of all, he hated the fact that the moments of anger and rage were normally a result of fighting with Duo.

"Gomen." Came the tired whisper, causing Heero's focus to revert back to Duo.

"Doshte?" Heero breathed back, his hand continuing to smooth out Duo's hair.

"I didn't mean to act out like that." Duo gave a shaky sigh. "I just wanted…" he stopped, gulping back the painful lump that had been swelling in his throat.

Heero sat on the side of the bed, face gazing at Trowa's sleeping form.

"Did you talk to him?" Heero asked suddenly, eyes locking with Duo's before he continued. "He's going through everything you are, even if he doesn't let it show." He stated quietly.

"Are you?" Duo asked slowly, eyes reverting to the floor next to the bed, a single pale shadow seeped through the crack of the door. An artificial light, his mind registered, the only light they would ever be granted.

"Iie." Came the momentary response, as Duo's eyes rose to meet Heero's serious gaze. "I have the both of you."

"The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet."

-Cyril Connolly

A/N: The highly anticipated chapter three… I spent so much time with this damn chapter that now I resent it! I'm fine with the beginning but from then on this thing just came out a total mess, so if anyone wants to be my proofreader just email me or leave a comment. If you can that would be great! I'm going to wish you all a Happy Holiday and a fantastic New Year! So have fun and stay safe. Remember to review!

Brief Language overview:

Daijoubu ka Are you all right?

Doshte Why/Why is that?

Iie No

Hai Yes

Aishiteru I love you

Gomen Sorry

Comments: For my 12 reviewers!

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