Title: The Ribbon and the Ring 17?
Author: Seraphim Grace
Archive: if you want it ask, I just like to know where they are. Always appreciated and replied to.
Rating: 18 (This is an open rating so I don't have to worry).
Pairings: 1x2
Warnings: Angst. Some gore. Some incredibly bad French. LIME this chapter.

Notes: AU, and features necromancy. The boys arrive in Halcyon to meet some old friends and some new.

In preparing their bedroom Aia had turned down the blankets and built a large fire in the grate. As soon as the door was closed behind them Heero used his weight to press Duo to the wall and took a deep breath through his nose of his hair.

"What's come over you?" Duo asked.

Heero silenced him with a kiss. They had been kissing for most of the evening. Duo made a mental note that wine turned Heero into a kissing monster, but Heero's lips were against his, and moving so slowly and sweetly he wasn't' really sure that he cared. He melted into the kiss and didn't even question the tongue that flickered against his mouth, and even opened his own to give it entrance.

Heero had never kissed him like this.

He tilted his head back to give Heero better access, his hands pulling at his braid, tugging his hair free so it fell down his back. He had no intention of denying Heero anything. Heero pressed against him with his chest and started, very softly, to thrust against him, mimicking the action of his tongue with his hips. It felt so good that Duo swallowed back a moan, not sure if it was his or Heero's. He could taste the wine Heero had drank, and the honey, and something else, something meaty and warm that could only be Heero. He wanted more, so he started to concentrate on that taste and began to suck softly on Heero's tongue.

It was definitely Heero that growled that time.

Not sure what else to do, because he didn't really know an awful lot about the practical side of these things, though being rather well educated on the theory, Duo began to wriggle and Heero growled again, pinning him in place with his hips as he thrust.

It felt so good, so right, that Duo thought he would explode.

"Ro," he gasped, pulling away but unable to stop the way his hips were rubbing against Heero's on their own. He was achingly hard and he could feel Heero's erection against his own, hot and solid. "We have to stop."

Heero just grunted, kissing along his neck with soft wet open-mouthed kisses.

"I'm going to come in my pants if we don't stop." Duo protested, his hands on Heero's shoulders as his mind struggled to process what was going on.

"Maybe I want you to." Heero told him, and that was all the permission Duo needed, he opened his mouth again to Heero's advance and just rode the sensations with gasping breaths and struggling moans. It felt so maddeningly, brain meltingly good. He wanted it to stop, to never end. He could drown in this sensation. Then Heero reached up under his shirts and pressed his palms to the small of his back.

He came with a gasp that, to him at any rate, sounded like someone had stood on a cat, he felt the hot wet splashes that stuck his trousers to his groin with a few uneasy jerks. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into Heero's, which were dark with lust and wine. He could see the flush rising on Heero's throat and it was just the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life as Heero came with a grunt.

They stood there for a few moments trying to gather their breath and their wits. "Ro," Duo said finally, laying his forehead against Heero's shoulder, "I think we just had sex."

Heero tilted his head and looked at him, then began to chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes," he said quietly, "I think we did." Heero stroked his hair softly and gently, like petting a cat. "Shall we go to bed, love?" he said and Duo was halfway to the bed before he realised what Heero had called him, love.

He woke before the dawn and lay in bed for a moment, feeling Heero's heartbeat and naked chest against his back and waited for the hangover he knew he would have. Some time during the night Heero who had gone to sleep facing the edge of the bed in preparation for danger had turned over and thrown his arm over Duo pinning him into place. Duo didn't really mind.

He lay there for about ten minutes before an aching bladder forced him to slither out from Heero's arm. Heero, who normally awoke if Duo took a deep breath, seemed oblivious. Obviously the wine was still lying heavy on his stomach.

He relieved himself and threw some more wood on the fire before he washed himself down, amazed at the way the musky smell of semen lingered in the room. No one would be able to deny what had happened last night. He smiled to himself. He still pleasantly ached from it. Maybe he needed to get Heero drunk more often.

"I'll get him breakfast in bed." He said to himself, "he'll like that."

Deakon was sat on the bench opposite his room with his arms crossed. "I thought you'd be up." He said with a smile. "Welcome to the world where wine affects us like water." He said standing up, "We just shrug it off." He offered out his hand, "we don't have lessons either, so the Cadacus and I were wondering if you wanted to help out in the rose garden because you saw it before."

Duo remembered the rose garden, it had been beautiful, and an enclosed courtyard where the roses lined the path and the swing that hung in the centre. Now he wondered if it had been allowed to go to wrack and ruin like the rest of the palace. "I know nothing about roses." He said after a long moment.

"Neither do I, but the gardeners do and we can ask them." Deakon told him brightly.

"Alright." Duo said.

"And besides," Deakon continued regardless, "It gives us a chance to talk."

Heero woke up to Aia pulling back the curtains to the bed and the realisation that the light was far too bright. His head hurt, he ached in muscles he had never ached in before and he felt ever so slightly nauseous. He wasn't used to feeling nauseous and he was sure that he didn't like it. Duo had already left the bed and he wondered for a few moments if he was all right, but decided that he really wasn't in a state to protect him if he wasn't. "Good morning, Heero," Aia said brightly, and loudly, "Duo's in the rose garden with Deakon and the Cadacus in case you were worried. Cameron wants the lot of you in the east atrium for lessons."

"What about Duo?" Heero groaned as he sat up.

"Well there's no point teaching the pair of them, they just know what the dead do." She said, "so he'll meet you for lunch. It's alright, he's not on his own." She bristled, "now I don't suppose you'll be wanting any breakfast." Heero gagged.