Notes: Please to bring this update to you today! I'm trying to make sure I stick to the update schedule...and so far so good!
Warnings: Light violence, some sex, and a Very Worried Trowa!
Nanashi moaned. Shinigami had him by the hair, had him by the hips, twisting his hips as he slammed in to him. Nanashi met his mate's thrusts with an arch of his hips, flexing around his cock and lowering his shoulders to the bed.
"Nanashi!" Shimigami cried out, tossing his head back. He pulled him back by his hair, biting his shoulder and piercing the skin as he came. Nanashi let out a clipped scream, coming hard in to his own hand.
Shinigami sat back, holding his mate on his lap. He licked the blood from the bite mark, and stroked his hands over his hips. Nanashi arched, pressing back against his lover's chest and turning to nuzzle his hair. Trailing his teeth over his jaw, Shinigami bit down on his lover's, growling softly.
"Shinigami," it was a soft, reverent purr. Nanashi's mouth found his. Long fingers stroked his hips, a tongue teasing against his. Green and violet met briefly before Nanahi's eyes shut, moaning in to his mate's mouth as a hand slid over his cock. Shinigami stroked him slowly, devouring his mouth, hips rolling against him.
"Turn around and lie back," it was a command, whispered against his lips. Nanashi complied quickly. Keeping his hips on Shinigami's lap, he let the rest of himself lie back against the bed. Shinigami ran his hands up his lover's thighs, rolling his hips, watching the muscles move under Nanashi's skin.
"I love fucking you like this," he purred, using one hand to stroke his lover's cock. With a low cry, Nanashi arched, bucking in to the hand and tightening around the cock in his as. Shinigami moved faster, thrusting hard in to his mate, watching his body move. They climaxed together, shouting their release in to the heated air of the hotel room.
Shinigami curled around him and held him tightly. On his side, Nanashi pressed against his mate, nuzzling his face. Duo ran a hand down his back, smiling at the affection in the slowly lightening green eyes. Kissing him, Trowa slid his hand through his hair, giving a gentle tug.
"Room service? We can find Nikolai tomorrow," he smoothed back Duo's bangs, pressing his lips against his forehead. The braided man nodded, eyes narrowing slightly, then slipped out of bed, tugging on his jeans. Trowa stood, making his way to the bathroom while his lover dialed.
He showered slowly, smiling and running his hands over the bite marks littering his chest. His ass was sore, stripped red from his belt and welting slightly under the spray. Shinigami had been relentless. Trowa hadn't felt this relaxed sine before they'd made it to Russia. Toweling off, he smiled and stretched, making his way back in to the suite.
Duo stood at the window, sipping a hot cup of coffee, wearing jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. His hair was down, brushing the top of his ass. Trowa stalked towards him, eyes flickering. Even clothed, few things were as desirable as his mate. Wrapping his arms tight around his waist, he leaned in, resting his chin on his shoulder. The eyes that met his in the window were cold and angry. Trowa paused, then nuzzled the side of his lover's head.
"I'm sorry I made you run," he said softly, running a hand up Duo's shirt. The muscles quivered beneath his hand. The hand on the mug tensed, his lover's jaw clenching tightly. Trowa sighed, turning to pull on his jeans.
"You left me," his voice was like glass. Trowa watched as Duo set the mug down on the table, turning to move in to the bathroom. Trowa swallowed. Standing, he made his way to the bathroom, hand reaching for the door. Duo opened it first, running in to the wall of Trowa's chest. His hair was braided.
"I know," it was soft, green eyes unguarded. "I'm sorry"
Duo shoved him back. He moved hrough the room, braid whipping behind him.
"You promised," he growled out, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at him in the window.
"I know," Trowa's voice was soft, defeated. He sat heavily at the table. There was no point in arguing. He'd apologized. If Duo wanted to be stubborn and hurt, it was up to him. Trowa made his feelings very clear, in the bedroom. In the way his hand would rest on his back, even during meetings. He didn't want to think about what would happen to him, if Duo died. He'd left him behind to protect him. Not to leave him. There was a low growl from across the room.
"Fine," Duo zipped a jacket over his sweater. Trowa froze with the fork halfway to his mouth. The fork slowly lowered back to the plate. Duo was shoving his clothing in a bag, growling to himself, eyes flickering dark and light. Slowly, Trowa stood.
"Where are you going?"
"Home. If you didn't want me here, you could've just said something," Duo snarled, stalking towards the door. Trowa's hand closed on his wrist, eyes flashing, a low growl building in his chest.
"I didn't want—" They both paused. There was a soft, polite tap. Without thinking, Trowa drew Duo against his chest, covering his mouth with his hand. Duo paused, mouth already open. His eyes widened, then narrowed, and he nodded. Pulling away, he made his way silently to the balcony, opening the door. Trowa tugged on a sweater, grabbing a jacket and following him.
Trowa was zipping the jacket as the door burst open. The man in the door way open fired, a wide grin on his face. Trowa dove, tackling his lover to the floor. They were up in an instant, darting out the door and on to the balcony, staying low. The man in the room was laughing, shouting at them in Russian. Standing, Duo began climbing over the balcony railing. It wasn't that far of a drop. They could make it.
The searing pain in his shoulder made him cry out. He clutched at it, whimpering in pain. Duo fell from the balcony as he lost his grip. There was a frightened cry from above him, and the feeling of a body dropping next to his. Then arms were around him, tugging him up, moving around his waist, and Duo faded out, relaxing in to the familiar grip of his mate.
Nanashi set his lover carefully down on the couch. Vlad was shutting the door, locking it and wringing his hands. Shinigami was still unconscious, blood seeping through his shirt. His cheek was bruised, face pale. Nanashi felt panic rise, his breath coming in short gasps. By the door, Vlad was watching, expression shocked. Nanashi didn't panic. He was cold, and ruthless, and clutching the wrist of his unconscious partner like a life line. Vlad cleared his throat.
"There is a first aid kit in the cabinet," he offered, startled by the depth of gratitude reflected in the dark green eyes. Vlad watched as his employer darted to the cabinet, withdrawing the supplies, then slipped out of the office. He had calls to make, and Nanashi could treat his lover in peace.
Nanashi stripped off his lover's shirt, tossing it in the corner. He cleaned and bandaged the wound with quick, gentle fingers. Running his eyes over Duo's body, he cursed. His arm was swollen, bruised from where he'd landed on it. It didn't feel broken, but Nanashi knew that only an X-ray would show for sure. Whining, he draped his coat over his lover's body, stroking his cheek softly.
"Baby? Please wake up, baby," he whined again, pressing his face to Duo's hair. He'd lost a lot of blood. Trowa had driven as fast as he could, but early morning sun brought little heat to Russia's frigid air, leaving them both cold. Duo was in shock. Trowa closed his eyes, whispering in Russian the few prayers he'd learned as a child. Sliding a hand in to the base of Duo's braid, he clutched it tightly, fingers linked with the braided man's limp, white hand.
"Please, baby. You have to wake up. Wake up for me, baby, please," the words were whispered desperately against dark hair. He didn't know what he would do, if Duo-Trowa cut the thought off. It was just a bullet wound. His mate had seen worse. Shinigami was death. It was impossible to kill death.
Duo stirred, whimpering, his eyelids flickering. Trowa slid his hand over Duo's jaw, stroking the skin and cupping his cheek.
"Baby?" There was a note of hope in Trowa's voice. His lover's brow furrowed, then cleared. Resting their foreheads together, Trowa let out a choked breath, closing his eyes and stroking over his cheekbone. Duo had been walking out of his life. Again. Trowa swallowed. He'd assumed Duo knew. Knew how he felt, how much he meant to him. Inhaling shakily, he opened his eyes, fingers tracing Duo's jaw.
Duo's mouth felt dry. His shoulder throbbed, a dull fire under the skin. Someone was stroking his cheek, someone was holding his hand. It smelled like Trowa. His eyelids fluttered open briefly, then slammed shut. The light was too bright. Duo whimpered. Trowa flicked the lights off, apologies falling from his lips in a steady frantic stream. Trowa smoothed back his bangs with gentle hands, stroking his fingers over his skin. Duo opened his eyes.
"Hey," his voice was hoarse, and he swallowed, licking his chapped lips. Trowa held a glass of water to his lips, and he drank gratefully.
"Hey, baby. How you feeling?" Trowa's voice shook. His hands shook. Duo furrowed his brow.
"What happened?" He felt like he'd been shot. Trowa's arms were around him, cradling him tightly, one hand buried in his hair. His mate was shaking, and Duo wrapped his arms around his shoulders in alarm.
"Trowa?" There was an edge of hysteria in his voice as his lover's arms tightened, face tight and wet against his neck. Trowa's lips were moving, muttering Russian against his skin, and Duo blinked. He was praying. Pulling back, he cupped Trowa's cheek, brow furrowed.
"You wouldn't wake up," Trowa whispered, eyes shut, kissing his palm. Duo ran his fingers over the smooth, damp skin, brow furrowing further. His lover leaned in, pressing their mouths together, hand tightening in his hair. With a surprised noise, Duo kissed back. He let out a muffled moan at the desperate cling of his lover's lips, running his hand up Trowa's arm. He panted as the kiss broke, stroking the back of his neck. Shuddering, his mate caught his hand, kissing the fingertips. Duo felt his cheeks warm, and he swallowed, sitting up.
"Careful, love," there was a hand on his back, and Duo smiled, leaning to rub his nose with Trowa's.
"I've been shot before," Duo was unable to keep a note of smugness out of his voice as he sat up. Trowa laughed, breath catching, then slid behind him, arms wrapping tight around his waist. Duo rested back against his lover's chest, stroking his hand.
"I love you," the soft Russian was whispered in to his hair, and Duo butt his lover's chin with his head. Laughing again, Trowa kissed the top of his head, arms tightening at the knock at the door.
"Come," he frowned at the interruption, holding Duo closer. His lover snickered.
"Right now? But I'm wounded..." Duo grinned up at him and Trowa snorted, rolling his eyes and looking towards the opening door.
"Nanashi. Shinigami," Vald paused, then stepped in, a small, wiry man stepping in after him. The man had scraggly black hair and wide, watery blue eyes, and he flinched at the twin growls that greeted him, drawing back. Vlad grabbed his elbow, dragging him in to the room and shutting the door firmly behind him.
Kissing the top of Duo's head, Trowa slid carefully out from behind him, giving the newcomer a slow, dark grin.
"Hello, Carl," Trowa's voice was soft and polite, his eyes slowly darkening. Carl cringed, wringing his hands. Pulling out a chair, Trowa sat, crooking his finger, and Carl crossed to stand in front of him, eyes darting around the room. He swallowed.
"I can explain!" Carl cringed. The man across from him bared his teeth, face white with anger. A point of metal pressed against his neck, warm breath wafting in to his ear, and Carl squeaked, freezing.
"I'd start now," Shinigami growled.