Genre: AU, Fantasy

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 6x5

Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words

Special Note: Dedicated to darkneko666 and Demonskid, this was a request to me. Hope you both like it!

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language, angst-ish, MPreg (sort of, probably not what you're expecting), demons

Author's Note: I felt like starting out with a little smut. ^_~

The Truth Behind the Lie

Duo rolled onto his stomach, body feeling heavy with sleep. He was blissfully comfortable, and a warm weight pressed on his back. That managed to rouse his interest a little, and suddenly he gasped when he felt moist lips land on the back of his neck. He felt a wet tongue swipe over his skin, and he recognized Heero's touch.

"You smell delicious," Heero purred.

Duo whined when Heero's knees pushed down on his thighs, forcing them to spread. "Heero . . ." he whimpered, feeling the gentle press up against his groin. It sparked a delicious tingle, and he felt his body responding. "Please . . ."

"Want you," Heero murmured.

The gentle tongue was replaced by sharp fang. Duo gasped as he felt the points break through his skin. It felt strange, the sensation of blood being sucked past his skin. It was arousing as hell, and Duo writhed beneath Heero, wanting more sensation. He mewled his approval when a hot hand wormed down the front of his body, beneath fabric and curled around him. Heero's fingers massaged obscenely, and the other hand slid down the back of Duo's thigh to his knee. Before he knew what was happening Heero had him on his side, pulling his legs wide open. Somehow he was naked now, and he moaned when he felt something hot and hard slide right up between his thighs, pushing teasingly against him.

"Heero . . ."

"Don't moan my name like that, Duo."

Duo nearly jumped out of his skin, eyes snapping open to find Heero pinning him to the bedroll. It looked like almost dawn, no movement around camp yet. Duo's eyes fluttered right back shut when he realized that, like in his dream, Heero's lips were on his neck. No tongue, though. He shivered, wanting more contact. Just like in his dream.

"I was dreaming you were about to fuck me," he explained in a breathy whisper, tilting his pelvis back.

Causing his backside to nestle perfectly against Heero's groin. He felt more than heard the answering groan, deep in Heero's chest. Oh yes, his sylvan love was hard. They'd been unable to finish what they'd started yesterday, thanks to a certain meddling acarci. Duo honestly didn't care if the rest of the camp woke to find Heero fucking him like an animal he wanted it so bad.

Heero's lips parted. Duo's entire body tensed, anxious for the moment when that amazing and unnerving sensation stole over him. He could feel every muscle in Heero's body fair quivering as he tried to control himself. Duo didn't want the sylvan to exercise control. He wanted Heero out of control. He quickly bit his finger and dragged it over his neck toward Heero's lips. This time he clearly heard the sharp intake of breath, and he barely managed to choke off the cry when Heero's needle-sharp fangs sank into his flesh.

Oh, it hurt so crazy bad and felt so crazy good. Blood wasn't meant to be drawn out of the body like this, but it was Heero. Something in sylvan saliva prevented blood from coagulating right away, and it tingled over Duo's skin. In moments he was panting, and Heero clapped a hand over his mouth. Duo whined when he realized Heero was grinding into him, and he rocked back. Shit he wanted their clothing gone, but he couldn't slow his racing body enough to stand and tug Heero with him back into the forest. Heero pushed his face into the blankets, and Duo almost came unglued when Heero's free hand worked under his pelvis and squeezed between his thighs.

Their bodies moved fast and furious, Duo always one breath away from fainting from the overwhelming sensations. He was glad Heero thought to muffle the sounds, because he was moaning and whimpering constantly. Closer and closer Heero pushed him, his hand massaging and squeezing and stroking through the thin linen of his nightclothes. He yelped when Heero's mouth wrenched off his neck, the pain a glitter-bright counterpoint to the pleasure building in his blood. His lover wasn't done yet, though. His senses spiraled away when he felt Heero feeding on his essence. There was no pain in that, just intensity enough to steal all the remaining air from his lungs.

Then he came. It hit him hard and sudden, feeling like every ounce of strength poured out of him in a blissful flood right where Heero so skillfully manipulated. The pair of them came to a shuddering halt, and Duo's vision grayed out when Heero finally stopped. Heero's heart raced, Duo could feel it reverberating through his back.

"Sweet Vashti," Heero breathed in Duo's ear. "Don't tempt me so much, Duo. I could hurt you."

'Never,' Duo replied silently. 'You couldn't hurt me, Heero. I love you.'

He felt Heero's lips curve up. "I love you too, sicaija."

Duo felt like his body was losing cohesion as he melted at the incredibly loving endearment. Normally spoken between a man and a woman who'd just completed the Sacred Union. He really loves me. I can't believe it. I thought it would never happen. He had a feeling he was smiling like a fool, but for once he didn't care.

o0o 0o0

Trowa waited until he felt it was safe before moving. He made sure to 'accidentally' nudge Quatre as he sat up, bringing his golden-haired lover awake with a little grumble. Pheremones, he thought with a wince, were a bitch. So Duo finally seduced Heero. I was wondering when that would happen. Only problem was, thanks to their early-morning . . . activities, Trowa was now so aroused it hurt. Quatre sat up and yawned.

"Man," he muttered, "it's way too early to be awake." He looked over at the sylvan and nymph, saw them lying side-by-side as they were.

Trowa suspected a little conversation went on between the sprite and the nymph, then Quatre's pretty eyes blinked a few times. He grinned and slid Trowa a coy smile.

"We should resupply since there's water so close. Want to come with me?"

"Sure," Trowa said, quickly rising and throwing on his trousers and boots.

'Grab some watercress if you find any,' Wufei said sleepily, rolling onto his stomach.

The efreet half ran, half staggered into the forest with Quatre in tow. Damn. If this keeps up, they'll find out real quick and Quatre and I are . . . then again, if Heero and Duo are intimate, likely they won't care that we are too. He found the pool Heero and Duo had purified last night. He dropped his waterskins and whirled, grabbing Quatre and yanking him close to plant a demanding kiss on his lips.

Quatre yielded and melted with a sweet little moan. Their tongues tangled and writhed together with slick ease, Quatre not offering even token struggle for dominance. Though he loved those fierce, passionate moments, this submissive Quatre tended to inflame Trowa's lust twice as fast. He knew they wouldn't have too long, so he tumbled them down onto the cool, damp green. Quatre immediately spread his legs to make room for the efreet, arching up in a plea for more.

Never able to deny his lover, Trowa gave him more. He pressed his pelvis down on Quatre's, and oh yes, his lover was every bit as aroused as he was. He wrenched his mouth off Quatre's and dragged it down his neck and across his collar bone.

"Wha-what's gotten into you?" Quatre gasped as Trowa quickly divested them both of their garments. "You're not normally so . . . ardent first thing in the morning."

"Heero and Duo," Trowa replied, nibbling across tender pale flesh.

"Ah!" Quatre exclaimed with a little giggle. "They finally noticed each others' feelings. Why don't we tell them about us? I doubt they'd mind."

"Probably not," Trowa agreed, sliding both hands down over Quatre's flat belly and caressing his rigid arousal. "Will you be all right with something quick?"

"No!" Quatre said immediately, locking his legs around Trowa's waist. "Do it properly. Or I'll be mad at you."

Trowa hid his smirk. "All right. I don't have any oil. It's back in my saddlebags."

"Improvise!" Quatre demanded.

"Of course, angel," Trowa demurred. Maybe not so submissive after all. He pushed two fingers past Quatre's lips, his other hand continuing its ministrations between Quatre's thighs.

Quatre sucked with enthusiasm, the soft sounds of approval going straight to Trowa's groin. Not even a saint would be able to resist his lover when he was like this, Trowa was sure. A man would rethink his love of women, a woman would consent to selling her soul. He was just so utterly delectable.

There were two stages of their lovemaking that Trowa enjoyed most. First was when he first exerted pressure with his fingers over Quatre's entrance. It made the sprite tense and arch up, lips parting and a soft breath of anticipation escaping. His eyes fluttered shut when Trowa pushed slowly forward, spine arching beautifully. It made Trowa want to devour him. Trowa had scarce entered him when Quatre squirmed.

"More," he commanded.

So bossy. So cute. Trowa obeyed. Quatre bit his lower lip, muscles clenching up. The heat around Trowa's finger tightened even more, and Trowa groaned.

"Hu-hurry up," Quatre panted.

Saliva, Trowa thought with a grimace, was a poor lubricant. Just fingers then. It would make Quatre cross with him, but the sprite would thank him later in the saddle. So he removed his hand and lowered himself to take his love into his mouth.

"Tro-Trowa!" Quatre whimpered, hips jerking up.

Familiar by now with the sprite's every movement, Trowa was ready for it and gently pushed him back down. He slowly rocked his two fingers forward and back, probing deeper until he found that little bundle of nerves that made Quatre moan his approval. He felt slim fingers clench in his hair as Quatre tried to thrust into Trowa's mouth, but he easily held Quatre down with a hand across his hips. Quatre didn't even have time to protest. The second he felt Quatre's muscles clench up and back arch, he removed his arm and quickly stroked himself. A few times was all it took and he followed his lover, drinking down the unique flavor of the sprite's passion. His eyes closed in longing when he felt the hot muscle around his finger clench and then slowly relax.

Quatre melted, giving Trowa a sweet, sated smile. "So conscientious."

Trowa kissed the tip of his nose. I'd rather not be.

When they returned to camp everyone was roused or rousing. Duo moved sluggishly, but Heero looked better than he had for a long time. Full color in his face, eyes bright and alert, and movements quick and graceful. I wonder how long it had been since he really fed. I wonder if they'll both be okay. It was a risky business, a sylvan drinking blood. Once they started it was supposed to be impossible to stop.

Heero's cobalt eyes met his. 'What? You've been studying me seriously since you came back to camp.'

Trowa didn't bother trying to deny it or brush it off or change the subject. 'You and Duo,' he began. 'Are you going to be all right? I've heard it's dangerous for sylvan to drink blood.'

Heero's gaze wandered over to Duo, who sat on the bedroll with eyes half closed. It surprised Trowa to see the tiny smile curve up the fey's lips. 'I can control myself. Every time I drink the desire for his blood is satisfied and disappears. Especially if I drink his essence at the same time. I'm not remotely hungry, and I know I won't be for many days. I'm madly in love with him, Trowa. I don't know many who'd be willing to do this for me. Would you want a sylvan to drink your blood?'

Perhaps because he himself was immortal, the thought didn't repulse Trowa. It made him mildly curious. If it was Quatre, he certainly wouldn't mind. 'The thought doesn't terrify me like it does foolish humans. To help a friend, I could certainly do it.' He made sure the look he gave the sylvan was meaningful and direct.

Heero's head dipped slightly in acknowledgement, even with his eyes lowered it was visible how much those words meant to him.

Quatre lunged at Duo and knocked him flat. "You awake yet?" the sprite chirped.

Trowa watched with a smile as the pair wrestled around, and Wufei daintily took himself away from the action. He'd taken the form of an incredibly cute black fox, and Duo abruptly snatched him up, cuddling him under his chin.

"Gah, you're so cute like this, 'Fei!"

As Wufei tried to squirm free, Trowa watched the human neatly stash away his bedroll and nightclothes. He couldn't quite decide what to make of the Champion of Light. He seemed like a good man, but obviously he'd never been around immortals. He acted vaguely uncomfortable, and Trowa knew it bothered Duo. Probably, he thought with a little smirk, because Zechs was a natural born leader and kept challenging Heero's position as leader of this little band.

"Is everyone all right with a cold breakfast?" Zechs said, rummaging in their belongings for their food stores. No one objected, so Zechs went on. This time he looked directly at Heero. "I've been meaning to ask, why have we been traveling to this seal on horseback? I don't know a great deal about magic, but I do know it's possible to open doorways between one place and another."

Heero, looking calm as ever, opened his mouth to reply, but Duo beat him to it.

"What you mean is," he said waspishly, "you don't know anything about magic. We're being targeted by a hostile group who will have the ability to sense when we use magic. Creating a 'doorway' - as you call it - between one place and another makes a significant surge. The further the distance, the bigger the surge. We might as well just march right up to them and say, "Here we are!" and make their job all the easier."

"Duo -" Heero said, looking vaguely . . . pained.

Zechs abruptly rose to his feet. He looked a little upset, but Trowa couldn't tell what had bothered him. He looked down at Trowa. "May I speak with you a moment?"

Surprised, Trowa obliged and followed the human away from the camp. Out of earshot was a stretch - most fey and demons had far better hearing than a human. Personally, Trowa didn't care about that. He was just curious as to why the human called him out. So he held his piece and waited for Zechs to start.

"I don't quite know how to ask this," the man began, "and please understand it is not my intent to cause offense. Merely understand."

Trowa inclined his head.

"Thank you. It's about Heero."

"I rather suspected as much," Trowa said a little dryly. "What about him? And please understand, he is one of my closest friends." A warning.

Now Zechs nodded. "I confess, my concerns are most likely sprung from ignorance, but . . . do vampires really drink blood?"

Sighing, Trowa firmly reminded himself irritation at Zechs was counterproductive and pointless. It wasn't his fault that humans were so misinformed. "First, they are called sylvan, and contrary to human belief they are fey, not demonic. Sylvan can drink blood, but in truth they rarely do. They prefer to feed on the life essence of others, because it is far less harmful."

Zechs shuddered. "It doesn't sound like it."

Trowa pinched the bridge of his nose. "Think of it this way. If you were a tall glass filled with liquid that was your life essence, a sylvan feeding on it would consume less than one quarter of the liquid. That's not enough for you to even feel tired, and by the next day it would be regenerated. Unlike blood, life essence recovers very quickly."

"I see," Zechs said, looking thoughtful.

"Let me tell you something else," Trowa went on after a moment. "Most sylvan tremendously dislike feeding on others, and Heero is no exception. Back in the fey countries, sylvan will only feed on sylvan. Heero would never feed on you without your consent. And while I'm assuaging your worries, let me tell you one more thing." Trowa smirked. "With Duo around, Heero wouldn't even be interested in feeding on you. Human blood and life essence are plain and boring, while Duo - as a demon-fey hybrid - is an exotic clash of colors and flavors Heero can't resist. Why would he drink water when he can drink wine?"

To Trowa's amusement, Zechs looked insulted. "I see. Well, thank you for answering my questions. If the six of us have a destiny, I do feel it's necessary to understand and respect each other."

"Certainly," Trowa agreed. "On that note, I have one more thing. The four of us will never follow your lead over Heero's. He has been our leader since we entered the Sacred Grove years ago. I'm only telling you this because you've created an odd undercurrent of tension. We don't know you, Zechs, but we know and trust Heero. Try to see it from our perspective."

Zechs blinked, then had the decency to look abashed. "I . . . yes. I understand what you mean. I do rather have the bad habit of assuming command. I always did it at home, too. My father jokingly said I must have been a prince."

Trowa smiled faintly. "Perhaps you are. I'm not saying you will never be a leader among us. All I'm saying is, you can't expect us to immediately trust you. Earn our trust, and our feelings may change."

Zechs bowed his head a little. "Again, thank you. You've brought to my attention things I never considered, and I daresay it never occurred to me that my attitude was the reason Duo doesn't seem to like me. I'll do my best to remedy that at once."

"I know you will. You seem like a good man." Leaving him with that, Trowa turned and headed back to camp.

'What was that all about?' Quatre immediately accosted him, right on the tail of Duo's arctic,

'What the hell did he want?'

'He had a few questions,' Trowa replied to them both, 'and I let him know Heero has been and always will be our leader. I believe he is a good man and will try to fit in with us.'

No sooner had he finished sending these thoughts to the two fey than Zechs reentered camp, looking determined. He cleared his throat. Wufei, still in the form of a black fox, looked up from where he sat right next to Heero, accepting scraps of meat.

"I believe I owe all of you an apology," the human said, looking a bit awkward. "I never even tried to get along with the five of you, I just tried to assert my dominance." He smiled crookedly.

Quatre giggled. Duo seemed to thaw a little.

"I especially feel the need to apologize to you, Duo," Zechs continued, obviously startling Duo. "I can see you're very much in love with Heero, so you must have felt my . . . attitude was a personal attack. I assure you that was never my intent, and from now on I will pay attention to what I say. You five are definitely not weak humans." A small grin.

His words, Trowa saw with an inward grin, appeased Quatre and Wufei immediately. Heero, as always, was harder to read, but the sylvan did nod as if in acquiescence. Duo looked quite shocked, though over which part Trowa didn't know. Then the nymph-demon broke into a manic grin.

"That's right we're not weak humans. Stick with us, and neither will you be."

Zechs, Quatre, and even Wufei burst into laughter. Trowa chuckled, and Heero smiled faintly. Well, it was a start and Trowa was pleased. With a few words Zechs had managed to smooth the ruffled feathers and endear himself to the five immortals. He'll be an excellent Champion of Light.