Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ The Lust ( Chapter 13 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any things Harry Potter-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and whomever else she decides. I do not own anything Gundam Wing-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to (I think) Bandai and Sunrise.

Spoilers: This fic contains spoilers for books 1-5 of Harry Potter and all of the episodes of Gundam Wing. This fic does not include Endless Waltz.

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Neville/Harry, 2x1

Summary: Two years ago, the One Year War ended. At this time, the five heroes-the Gundam pilots-disappeared from the Muggle world. Three of them-pilots 02, 03, and 05-reappeared shortly after in the Wizarding world, as students at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. Now, twenty months after the fact, Heero Yuy and Quatre Winner are coming to Hogwarts, and they're bringing all of their secrets with them. The world-especially one Harry Potter-will never be the same.

Peace, Love, and Family:

The Story of the Vanuli Three

Chapter 13: The Lust

This must be so hard for him, Harry thought as he sat down next to the "him" in question. Quatre was trying to console him, hugs and whispered words and such, all to no avail. Harry longed to comfort Heero, too, but he held himself back. He didn't know the details of Heero's life, didn't grow up with him. He had no place in Heero's grief, and he was determined to stay out of it. Then, Heero whimpered on Quatre's shoulder-a high, keening sound that should have grated on Harry's nerves but didn't-and Harry threw his determination out the window. He threw his arms around Heero and Quatre, encompassing them both in a bone-crushing hug.

"I-I didn't want to leave him," Heero said as he transferred his head to where Harry's arm met Quatre's neck. He sobbed even harder as Harry began rubbing circles on his back. "I-I always have to leave him, and I never want to!"

Harry's eyes met Quatre's over Heero's head. The helplessness that Harry felt was mirrored in Quatre's eyes. Neither knew how to effectively comfort Heero-not unless they stole Maxwell from whichever class he was currently in and brought him here. And they couldn't very well do that. It was uncouth and rude.

"Shh," Harry said as he put his head atop Heero's. "It'll be okay. You'll see. You can see him again at lunch." Harry continued to rub Heero's back when Quatre started singing. He lay his head on Heero's next to Harry's, and the most beautiful words imaginable came out of his mouth.

"Samenaa, mur on malaia. Soo amadaya malaia, nai ya malaia," Quatre sang. The words pierced Harry's brain, and amazingly, he understood them. He didn't know how he knew them, only that he did. Child of love, gone from your family. Denied your duty to us, your family, and left to make a new family with your lover. After a few verses, Harry joined Quatre in singing. After a few more, Heero joined in. Their voices rose and descended in perfect synchrony, in perfect harmony with one another.

Harry didn't know how long they sang-to him, it felt like mere seconds-but when he opened his eyes, which he didn't remember closing, the entire class was staring at them. Dean and Seamus were swaying slightly in their seats, their eyes glazed over, unblinking. Ron and Hermione were similarly entranced, seeming to snap out of it only when the singing stopped. Neville looked on attentively-even after the song was over-and Lavendar and Parvati were attempting to mouth along with the unfamiliar words. Even Remus-Professor Lupin-was caught up in the mood.

When the trance was broken and the wonderful, beautiful singing stopped, Harry was relieved to find that Heero had stopped crying. He smiled up at Quatre and Harry, a soft "thanks" on his lips as he moved to let Quatre have the seat they were sitting in. Heero smiled at the two of them as he sat beside Quatre, and that alone was enough to make Harry's heart flutter. He was happy.

Thankfully, according to Quatre, no one would reallyremember what happened today when they were around Heero. Not if they didn't take the Cassus libinus, the pill Quatre made him take before breakfast. One effect of the werewolf's Lust was to make everything that happened around him seem hazy and unreal. Tomorrow, everyone except for Dorothy, Quatre, and Harry wouldn't be sure if what they remembered actually happened. Today would be like a dream. There, but not.. As long as Heero didn't dance naked on a table while singing "I'm a Little Tea Pot," motions included, then everything should be fine.

***

Heero was dancing on a table. To be more specific, he was dancing on the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. He hadn't meant to do it, of this Harry was sure. But still... He was dancing on a table! Even fully clothed in his Amenea robe-which was, to say, barely at all-this was something people were bound to remember. It was a rule somewhere, Harry was sure.

He tried to look away from Heero's graceful movements-step over the pudding, twirl, stomp the foot, clap the hands, once, twice, thrice, twirl again-but he found that he couldn't. Heero's movements were enticing, and Harry found himself longing to join in the dance-start the singing, "Samenaai, mur on malaia," twirl again, jump to the Ravenclaw table, directly between Chang's and Patil's plates-but he knew he shouldn't. It could be dangerous, joining in this Amenea of unthinking, star-crossed love. "I will leave my family and start a new one. With you, my lover. We will be married, just us two. You and I."

A hand grasping his shoulder was Harry's only indication that he had risen from his seat. He looked down to find himself standing, poised to climb onto the table, and Quatre by his side, holding him from the Dance, the Song, the Amenea. He tried to plead with Quatre, to beg him-faster now, the movements speed up, the song no longer words but mere vocalizations, "Ah a ah a ah a ah," a frenzy, twirl the head, swing the hips, fall to the knees and pound the fists-but he would not relent.

"I want to dance, too," Quatre said, now clenching Harry's fists as he tried to get away from the Sensible One, the Logical One, the Unfeeling, Undancing Unsinging One! "We need to keep our heads on straight and our feet flat on the ground. We shouldn't call excessive attention to ourselves."

Flash of hips and butt as the Amenea robe curls away, smile and crawl, a shake of hips, a tickle of foot, a tinkle of metal. Jump, carried by the wind, to the beloved. Dance, Sing again, "Mono aya, mur on malaia." For you, I will leave my family. "Mono aya, mur on alee." For you, I will give up my destiny. "Mono ayai, mur on amay." For you, I will be gone from life.

"Oh, fuck that. Let's dance," Quatre said, releasing Harry's arms with a scowl on his face. Harry scramble away from Quatre, afraid that it was a joke, and he would-as soon as Harry began the Amenea-clamp onto him again and not let go. "But first," And there it was, Quatre was brandishing his wand, going to tie him to the chair or something, "Somaiyee Amenea!"

Harry felt a slight breeze as the spell hit him. He knew why, though, as he found himself wearing robes similar to Heero's with enough jewelry hanging from his arms and ankles to make a metal-detector explode. It was Quatre's blessing, and Harry thanked him for it as he climbed to the table and danced. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Quatre do the same.

***

Heero hadn't meant to dance. He really hadn't. But when he saw Duo from across the room, he had been overcome by the urge, the need to express his true feelings. And so, he danced. He danced the lover's side of the tale, whereas earlier, he and his brothers sang the family's side. He dipped and turned, twirled and whirled, all the while being careful not to touch anyone or anything. He danced all the way to Duo, then he stopped. Two inches from Duo's face he hovered, body crouched low over his food.

Duo pushed his chair back, and Heero took that as the invitation he was looking for. He slinked onto Duo's lap, his robe ruffling, and his anklet tinkling all the way. Heero breathed deep the musky smell of Duo as he ghosted over his lap, hovering but never quite touching. Duo's hands rose to clasp Heero's hips, and that signalled the start of Heero's Dance. The Lust and the Amenea took over, filling his senses with want, need, beg, plead, lust, love, sensual, sexual, and an urge to take, claim, maim what was his.

Heero grabbed Duo's shoulders and began the private lover's Amenea. Heero rose up, heeding the urge to lick Duo's neck and mark it as his own. He ran his hands down Duo's robed chest, the heat from his clothed flesh sending a spark from Heero's fingertips to his groin. He sang as his hips rotated across Duo's lap, occasionally rubbing his spot and bringing a groan to his lips. "Amadayai, mur oni. Mur ayai amadayai." My love, I won't leave you. I love you, my forever lover.

Heero panted. Duo grunted. Heero groaned. Duo moaned. And still Heero danced. Still, he sang. "Seain setae. Mono surra surra soe." Heero threw his head back on the last word, and Duo attacked his neck.

The heat moved between them. Heero could feel Duo's tongue on his pulse, lapping at the salty skin. Heero gripped Duo's back, hands clutching rhythmically at the tight muscles. Duo grabbed onto Heero's hips, stilling his gyrations, and forced him to settle fully on Duo's lap. When Heero touched fully Duo's hardened cock, he stilled. The Lust ran through them both.

Heero looked at Duo, his eyes lidded and his body afire. Duo looked back, the same heat burning in his eyes. As one, they rose from the chair, Heero's legs and arms wrapped around Duo for support. They ran from the Great Hall, their Lustful needs rising with every step.

***

Harry was dancing. He and his brother, twirling and whirling over the table together. Music played form somewhere, and they danced to its orders. Harry held onto Quatre as they danced their way over food and plates and hands. It was amazing, this dance. This Amenea.

He felt so close to Quatre, as they danced to the song the three of them sang earlier. The family's version of the song Heero was singing. Don't leave us. He's not worth your love. We love you more than he ever could.

The song ended on that note, and Harry's twirling came to an end. He looked around-dazed and exhausted-to find, to his surprise, that neither Maxwell nor Heero were in the Great Hall. Harry let go of Quatre's shoulder and turned around to see if they were on the other side of the room. They weren't.

"What happened?" Harry asked to no one in particular. He scratched his head.

"I don't know, mate, but I'm sure we can figure it out better once you come down off the table."

Harry jumped at the voice before looking down. "Oh, hi, Ron," he said, waving meekly. "Help me down?"

As Harry-and Quatre-climbed down from the Gryffindor table, Harry couldn't help but think, Well, we weren't naked while dancing on the tables, but this is most likely something no one will forget.

***

Duo shoved Heero against the wall and hungrily attacked his neck. Heero, not accepting this passively, attacked the buttons of Duo's robe, popping them off down to his chest. He could almost touch Duo's flesh, but not quite. The shirt was in the way. With an animalistic growl, he ripped it and buried his face in Duo's now-exposed chest, dislodging Duo from his neck and knocking him off balance.

They fell, with a crash, to the floor of the otherwise unoccupied classroom, the closest class to the Great Hall. Heero attacked Duo's chest with a fervor, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking as though it held much-needed oxygen. His hands were busy ripping, tearing Duo's robe, his pants, any barrier that was between himself and Duo's skin.

When at last Heero had Duo suitably unclothed-his robe laid around his shoulders, as far off him as Heero could get it without letting Duo get up, his pants and underwear pushed down to his knees, exposing the proof of his desire for all to see-he stood up, and with a roll of his shoulders, the Amenea robe slid to the floor.

Heero slinked up Duo's body, stopping every few inches to worship his once-lover's body. Heero nipped at the underside of Duo's knee, making it jump in response. He licked at it in apology as his hand crept further up Duo's body, lightly tickling the insides of his thighs. Duo let out continual pants and moans, not even trying to defend against Heero's ministrations.

It was just the way Heero liked it, and he rewarded Duo by licking a trail from his thigh to the underside of his cock. He took it into his mouth, unhinging his jaw so he wouldn't choke. Duo's breath sped up, and his panting was a rhythm Heero had longed to hear once again for so long. Duo bucked wildly into his mouth, and Heero sucked hard, his Gift being the only thing that kept Duo from coming. He didn't want Duo to come until he was inside Heero.

Duo shuddered wildly, and Heero backed off, knowing that even the Gift of Flesh might not be able to hold off Duo's orgasm much longer. He put his jaw back in place and crawled up Duo's body. He sat on Duo's stomach, the cleft of his ass rubbing against Duo's leaking cock. He kissed Duo on the lips, one quick peck, two, three. At length, he kissed Duo properly, bringing his hands up to hold Duo's head in place as he licked his lips, ghosted his tongue over his teeth, and-finally-mapped the warm palate inside with his tongue.

Heero pulled back-both their mouths red and plump, their eyes glazed over with Lust-and asked Duo if he was sure he wanted to go through with it. Even through the Lust and heat and love, Heero didn't want to do anything Duo didn't want to. Duo didn't answer with a word but with an action. He grabbed Heero's hips and-without any sort of lubrication-impaled Heero onto him.

Heero wailed with pain and fell upon Duo. He clutched onto Duo's shirt as he healed his torn flesh. By the time Duo pulled out for the first thrust, Heero was as wet as a woman. Both boys sighed in ecstasy as Heero lifted his hips to meet Duo's penetrations.

Duo growled and flipped them over so that he was on top. He pounded roughly into Heero. There was nothing languid or gentle about this union. Heero tried to find something to hold onto, the strength of Duo's thrusts forcing him backwards. He bumped against the leg of a desk and grabbed onto it, hoping that the frenzied shaking wouldn't cause it to come crashing down on him.

Heero felt the trembling sensation that signaled his upcoming orgasm. He shook with a fierceness rivaled by none, flopped like a fish as Duo rammed into him. Duo convulsed as furiously as Heero did. Together, they froze, united in the moment before orgasm. Heero came first, his climax more intense than any he had ever experienced. He bucked under Duo, like a bull trying to dismount a rider, his hands drawing up to clutch at Duo's back so hard as to draw blood. A warm rush of liquid spilled into him, and Duo fell over, still pumping into Heero.

The only sounds in the room were their harsh, ragged pants and the squish as Duo pulled out of Heero and flopped down beside him. Heero moaned at the loss of Duo's body heat. He pulled Duo back onto his chest, arranging him so they'd be comfortable. Heero was just about to fall asleep when a voice jerked him out of his post-coital bliss.

"What the fuck is going on here!"

***

Harry looked around nervously at the people who, supposedly, had no memory of what just happened. He had a hard time believing that so many people-Professor Dumbledore included-could be Obliviated at one time. It wasn't that he didn't trust in Dorothy's and Quatre's magic. After all, he did see her Obliviate the entire Slytherin house just the other day, and he had every reason to believe that Quatre was just as powerful, if not more so. It was just that Harry didn't believe that he was strong enough to help in casting a charm on the entirety of Hogwarts. He also didn't believe his luck that it, apparently, worked.

Harry sat down by Neville and Quatre, once again clothed in an appropriate school robe, and began to eat his mashed potatoes. He wasn't able to eat during the first part of lunch, and now, with only fifteen minutes left, he was starving.

***

Heero blinked wearily at the one who intruded on his and Duo's little love nest. Professor Lupin. Harry's replacement godfather and all around pain in the ass. "What?" Heero asked, raising up a hand to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Well, he tried to. Duo was in his way.

"I said, 'What the fuck is going on here?'" Lupin repeated. He advanced into the room and shut the door behind him, effectively obscuring them from the view of the general populace.

"We're sleeping," Heero said, bringing up his free hand to lovingly push Duo's hair out of his face. He glared at Professor Lupin. "At least, we're trying to sleep. I was almost there when someone rudely interrupted me."

"I'm afraid that I'm going to have to interrupt you some more," Lupin said. He threw Heero's robe at him, which fell onto Duo when Heero didn't catch it. "Wake him up. We need to be out of here by the time class starts. In less than thirty minutes."

Heero scowled but tried to rouse Duo. The last thing he wanted was for everyone and their little sister to see him and Duo in nothing but their birthday suits. Duo wouldn't wake up. He was dead to the world. Heavier than Heero remembered, too, so he couldn't just roll Duo off. Heero struggled, trying to get his lover either up or off, to no avail. Eventually, after Heero was sure he sprained something in his labor, Professor Lupin bothered to help and easily pulled Duo off Heero, waking him up in the process.

"Ugh," Duo said, ever so eloquently, as he was being pulled to his feet.

He looked sexy and debauched, standing there with his pants around his ankles and his robe open all the way down, exposing the cock Heero loved so much. Heero unconsciously licked his lips at the picture. Duo wasn't quite as happy as Heero. He quickly pulled up his pants, much to Heero's disappointment.

"What the fuck is going on here!" Duo said, echoing their teacher's previous question. Duo's eyes searched the room, and when they fell on Heero, they hardened into violet diamonds. "Oh, you. I should have known you would be involved in this somehow. Whenever anything goes wrong, you're always involved somehow." Duo tried to storm out of the door, but Heero got there first.

"I can't let you leave like this," Heero said. "I just can't."

"What?" Duo asked, his hands balling into fists. "Can I not leave without a goodbye kiss first? What more do you want from me, Yuy? Just leave me alone!"

Duo turned away from Heero at that. He couldn't even look at him, and for the first time, Heero knew how much he had hurt Duo.

"Okay," Heero said, moving so that Duo could pass by. He grabbed onto Duo's forearm as he made to go. "Just promise me one thing, Duo. Please? Can we talk about this, soon? I need to clear the air. There is so much you need to know."

Duo nodded, and Heero knew that was all he was going to get from him now.

"So, Professor Lupin, what did you want?" Heero asked, forcing a smile on his face. He bounced in place as he surreptitiously wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I need to talk to you," Professor Lupin said, graciously ignoring Heero's burst of emotion, "about the Lust."

To say Heero was surprised would have been the understatement of the year. To say he would have been less surprised had both Dr. J and Voldemort appeared before him in tutus, dancing to music from the Nutcracker, and expounding on the Absolute Pacifism that cousin Relena used to believe in, would also have been an understatement, albeit much closer to how he was feeling than the first. To say he should have know that Professor Lupin would know exactly what Heero was going through, given that he was a werewolf and not a complete idiot, well, that would have been absolutely true. Heero didn't deal in truths, though, he dealt in happy thoughts where people loved him and no one was trying to kill his family and no one was sick and everyone was happy. So of course, he was completely unprepared for this turn of events and the only thing he could think to say was, "Okay. Lead the way."

Professor Lupin did "lead the way," after Heero put his robe back on. All the way to his office, on the second floor. When they got there, Professor Lupin bade Heero to take a seat while he locked the door.

"Heero, I bet you're wondering why I wanted to talk to you about such a sensitive topic," Professor Lupin said after sitting down in a seat across from Heero.

"Not really sir," Heero said. He hadn't. He just wanted to know what Lupin wanted in order to ensure his silence about the matter. "I just want to know what you want in order to ensure your silence on the matter."

Professor Lupin laughed. He laughed at Heero. "Mr. Yuy, I don't want anything from you except for knowledge. I just want to know what you are. I don't believe that you're werewolf. You certainly don't smell like one, not completely, anyway. You smell a bit like one, but only in the sense of a human who spends a lot of time around one. So I don't think you're a wolf. I can't be sure, but that's my belief.

"However," Professor Lupin continued, "if you aren't were, what are you? You certainly display many attributes of an unmated werewolf cub, at least as it relates to the moon cycle. I've been watching you,"

Here, Heero sat up straight to listen. If Lupin had been watching him, who knew how much he might know? He could know everything and expose his family for what they were. Heero would not let that happen. No one must know that the triplets were reunited. No one!

"And I've noticed some odd things about you, Heero Yuy. For the last week, you seem to show brief bouts of rambunctious play, followed by deep depressions, usually after you catch sight-or possibly smell-of one Mr. Maxwell. Then, today, you exhibit the Lust, something that, before, I would have said was exclusive to the werewolves. Then, of course, you happened to catch Mr. Maxwell-and apparently, mate with him-but he didn't seem to be too fond with the idea afterwards. This leads me to believe that it was solely the Lust and nothing but the Lust-on your part, then transferred to him-that caused the mating. This disagrees with everything I've ever learned about werewolf mating. We only mate during the Lust with those we love who love us back. The Lust will only end then, but yours has ended. But surely, I digress. The point is, I can't figure you out, and unless I do, I'm going to Professor Dumbledore with my findings."

"No!" Heero yelled. He jumped out of his seat and ran to Professor Lupin. "Please. You can't tell anyone!"

"Why?" Professor Lupin asked, rising from his chair, grabbing onto Heero's arms and shaking him furiously. "What are you? How can have such traits as these and not be wolf? Please, tell me!"

Heero wrenched from the professor's grasp and fell to the floor. Sometime during the altercation, he began to cry. "Do you want to know what I am?" Heero asked. Professor Lupin nodded his head vigorously. Fine, Heero thought, if that's the only way to get him off my back, I'll tell him. But not everything. No, no human will ever know everything about us. "I'm an intermediary." At the look of surprise on Professor Lupin's face, Heero smirked. Heero could almost feel the thought bubble in his head, But they're just legends. "I take on many aspects of a werewolf during the lunar cycle, so that those for whom I am an intermediary don't have to. I also take on the ability to control their beasts. Because of me, my puppies can enjoy their wolf form without the fear of killing someone, and they don't need to be sick all the time, as with the Wolfsbane potion. And I get ruthless bodyguards who will do anything to protect me."

"But how? Why?" Professor Lupin asked, offering a hand to Heero to help him up. "Do you need protection so bad that you are willing to take such a risk as that?"

"I'm a very Gifted chid, Professor," Heero said, taking the proffered hand. "There are those out there who would try to take it for themselves."

"Professor Dumbledore would protect you," Professor Lupin said. He sounded as if he actually believed it.

"Professor Dumbledore would try," Heero replied. "I'd rather have an ace up my sleeve, if it's all the same to you."

"If it's all the same to you, could I help be your ace?" Professor Lupin asked. "I've always wanted to be free of that potion."

Heero looked into his professor's eyes. What he saw there convinced him to consent. "Yes, Professor. I'll help you, if you'll help me."

The wearied professor said he would, and so Heero did.

Selune