Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Unspoken ❯ Chapter 6

Unspoken:

Book One of the Lost Love Arc

Chapter Six

 

Fandom: Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing

Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance

Pairing: Hotaru/Duo

Rating: X/NC-17

 

Summary: Set during the Silver Millennium, Unspoken is a tale of duty, devotion, and loss—and, of course, unrequited love.

 

Notes: I actually wrote the wedding chapter a long time ago, but unfortunately my computer crashed and I lost everything I'd written. So naturally, I put this on hold for quite awhile. I'm just now starting to pick up this series again in between writing my own novel. If updates don't come as frequently as you'd like, I apologize.

 

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The few days that followed were hectic and restless for Hotaru as she stood amid the organized chaos of wedding preparations. She often took her meals alone, even though Prince Duo and his family had decided to stay at the castle after all. Oftentimes, she ate whilst doing a dozen other tasks at once. However, the princess cleared time every day for a workout on the practice field, never once forgetting her regimen. It spoke volumes as to how she would rule her kingdom.

 

Finally, the day of the wedding arrived, and as was custom, the princess was ensconced in her rooms as her ladies in waiting prepared her for the ceremony. Hotaru was bathed fastidiously in heavily perfumed water, and emerged smelling of her favorite night-blossom scents. Sweet oils were rubbed into her skin, and she was laced into her gown of pure virginal white.

 

The gown itself was a work of art, and something that Hotaru had dreamt up herself and sent to the finest tailor on Neptune for expedient production. The corset-top was studded in tiny seed pearls, and the silk over crinoline skirt matched it. There was no train, as was custom, and no veil to conceal her face. She would go to her wedding with eyes wide open and able to see everything around her. The shoes were delicate, with small heels so as not to impede her walking or dancing, and matched the dress in detail.

 

With her hair pulled up into an elaborately coiffed style, and her make-up done, Hotaru thought to herself that she looked like a completely different person in the mirror. Someone who would be happy they were about to be married off. “You're ready, Princess, and just in time too,” Maxine told her cheerily. Marle wolf-whistled in the corner and stated, “And damn girl, you look fine too. If Duo doesn't want to have your babies I will.”

 

The statement had the desired effect on the Saturnian princess—she laughed robustly and stood up, tension relieved. “Come now, my maid of honor. Let us marry me off.” To an idiot. The words were left unsaid, but then, they didn't need to be said when you had a best friend that knew your mind so well. Marle laughed, and they linked arms, proceeding out of the room with the ladies in waiting trailing closely behind.

 

When the girls were just about to reach the doors leading to the garden, Hotaru lined up behind Marle. The string quartet struck up a song, and Marle paced herself down the aisle. When she was at the front, the redhead took her place among the front, staring expectantly at the double doors that concealed the Saturnian princess.

 

The wedding march began, and Hotaru found herself almost immobile with fear. Maxine gave her a gentle shove, which was the catalyst for her graceful glide down the aisle. She ignored everyone, focusing only on what was straight ahead. Duo gazed at her expectantly, and seemed to be saying, `Come on, let's get this over with.' She couldn't have agreed more.

 

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Duo watched as the Saturnian princess seemed to float down the aisle, the elegant (and daring) dress covering her feet so that you couldn't even see them move. The prince hated to admit it, but Hotaru actually looked very pretty. Her long black hair was pulled back from her face, allowing for a better view of the unique beauty. And it didn't hurt that the dress she wore was cut to show off her petite, but well-toned, figure.

 

Finally she arrived at the front of the garden, and linked her arm with his, her fingers coming to rest delicately on his pulse. Duo knew that his pulse was giving away his nervousness, but there was nothing to be done about it now without making a scene. So instead he turned to face the priest of death who would be performing the ceremony. Unsurprisingly, it was the high priest—of course the high priest would want to perform such an influential wedding.

 

As the priest began the ceremony, Duo slowly let his attention drift away, only giving responses when appropriate. It was a typical wedding ceremony thus far. “You may kiss the bride,” the priest intoned. Hotaru turned to him, eyes filled with fire that seemed to say, `You'd better make it look good.' So he did.

 

He kissed her like he would kiss his latest lover, pulling her to his chest and cradling her in his arms. Hotaru's eyes went wide at this, but she directed the look away from the audience. Duo's head ducked down, and he tenderly brushed his lips across hers, a little taste, a bit of a flirt before the real thing. Then he kissed her for real, and her lips parted inadvertently against his in surprise.

 

Dimly, the prince heard clapping and roaring in the background. Then he released the princess—now, his wife. With a gentle prompt from Hotaru, they turned back to the priest, and the words for the coronation began. Strangely enough, a lot of the wording was similar to the marriage vows. Had the time been appropriate, Duo would have laughed about it. “Do you promise to love, honor, and do your planet justice in your rule?”

 

The answers were obvious. After speaking the words, both he and Hotaru were instructed to kneel. The priest placed their crowns of office on their heads. While it was not elaborately done like some of the other planets' crowns, the weight of the crown was still surprising to Duo, and apt. After all, the weight of their new offices were considerable also.

 

When they rose as King and Queen of Saturn, there was more applause.

 

Finally, and scarily enough, came the deification ritual. Two more priests stood next to the high priest then, each carrying an elaborate black box about the size of a woman's jewelry box, though the designs on each were subtly different, but obviously of the same make.

 

They began to invoke the gods and goddesses to witness the ceremony. Then came the prayer of deathly devotion. The words were spoken clearly in Ancient Saturnian, the language known only to the Priests of Death. “Destruction, Death, and Rebirth…this is the ancient cycle and so it shall remain,” the priests finished the prayer.

 

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By this time, Hotaru was quite bored with the ceremony, and was wondering when it would be over. At least the reception promised to be interesting. Then the priests began the incantation to awaken the deities' spirits, and the world, including Hotaru, seemed to hold its breath.

 

The words were even more ancient and primordial than the prayer had been. It was a dead language, even to those devoted to death, such as herself. They invoked a deep emptiness within her, a space she'd never known she carried until the incantation brought it to the foreground. It was a void that cried to be filled, cried with such fervor and intensity that it was impossible to ignore. Hotaru had to bite down on her own tongue in hopes that she would not cry out for the fulfillment the void so desperately needed.

 

She wondered, absently, if Duo felt the same.

 

When the incantation ended, the two priests opened their boxes. For a moment nothing happened. Then small portals to the immortal and bodiless world opened up, and through each came a spirit in the form of a black stream of shadow.

 

Those shadows curved around each other in the air, seeming to meld into one being, and Hotaru nearly cried at the beauty of it. Then they separated, each streaming apart, one to the Saturnian queen, the other to the king.

 

Hotaru took a step back in awe as it streamed towards her, then the shadow was upon her, around her. She was breathing it in through nose and mouth, it was seeping into her pores, and she felt her own blood chill with the intake. Unable to breathe, the queen began to cough, aching for oxygen.

 

Frightened, she looked over to Duo only to see him doubled over on his knees, clutching himself with wide eyes. They were surrounded in shadow and could see nothing but the other and darkness. The others had no idea what was going on, not even the priests. Nothing could pierce the dense shadow that enveloped them both.

 

With one last gasp for air, the smell of night-blooming flowers reached Hotaru's nose, and it was suddenly over. The shadows dissipated, completely absorbed within their hosts. Hotaru found herself kneeling in a pool of silk and crinoline next to Duo. He was absently clutching her hand with a death grip, still shocked at what had just occurred.

 

“We honor you, Shinigami,” the priests intoned as one, “We honor you, Shinimegami.” With that the ritual was done, the ceremony finally completed. Duo found his feet first, and helped Hotaru to stand, despite her rubbery legs. A hush fell over their audience, and then the noise was deafening. Whoops, cheers, clapping exploded over the garden.

 

With a meaningful glance at Duo, they turned as one to face their audience, each with a smile pasted on their face. The King of Saturn made an appropriate bow, and the Queen curtsied the appropriate degree. The quartet struck up again, and the newly wedded, coronated, and deified pair walked slowly down the aisle through the garden doors into the castle.

 

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Upon their entry, Duo and Hotaru parted ways, each to go to their own room and prepare for the reception.

 

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In Hotaru's room, the new queen found herself surrounded by ladies in waiting, all clamoring for her attention. “Your Grace…Your Highness…oh no, what do we call you now?”

 

“'Hotaru' is just fine,” she said, and sighed with relief when Marle slipped in the door. “Hey, goddess! How's it going so far?” the redhead greeted her cheerily, as she flopped on Hotaru's bed. Hotaru shrugged, unable to speak freely in the presence of so many servants.

 

“I'm exhausted,” the queen finally said after so many moments of silence, “And I feel…weird. Not bad, not good, just…different.”

 

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In Duo's quarters, much of the same was going on, though with less pomp and flair. His friend and trusted guard, Heero, occupied a space near the window, ever vigilant in his mission to protect the newly crowned king. A servant was calmly and quickly rebraiding the king's hair. “You should cut that off,” Heero pointed out dryly. “It's not becoming for a king to look so much like a maiden.”

 

Duo frowned at his friend, and stuck out his tongue. “Neither was that, but I did it anyway. I make my own rules now, my friend.”

 

“Like you didn't before?” Heero questioned with a raised eyebrow and a half-smile on his face. Duo responded with laughter. Then his friend came up with a more serious question. “So…how does it feel? To be a god,” he further clarified.

 

“Weird,” Duo responded, “Not bad, not good, just…different.”

 

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When both the king and queen arrived at the reception, the celebration was already well under way. Wine and champagne poured from fountains, servers walked around with delicacies on trays. The musicians were in full force, and dancing had begun. Night was quickly falling upon them, and under it a spell was cast.

 

Princesses their partners, kings and queens danced like they were young again, and even the servants were merry.

 

Therefore, it was understandably difficult for Hotaru, who was rapidly feeling more and more out of sorts. She chalked it up to the exhaustion of the day, begging off dances left and right, with the exception of the obligatory dance with her partner. Surprisingly, when she danced with Duo, Hotaru didn't feel so exhausted after all. Exhilarated, even. Then the song ended, and she and Duo returned to their thrones.

 

Marle was flirting boldly with a red-faced young man that Hotaru recognized as one of Duo's friends. Wasn't his name Quatre? Yes, it was. It seemed he was an acolyte at the temple of light on the Sun. (Hotaru had a knack for remembering details, having been trained since birth to do so.) The young queen laughed to herself, covering it up with the back of her hand.

 

“What's so funny?” Duo leaned over to ask her.

 

“Nothing, just…my friend seems to have taken a fancy to one of yours,” she responded with the echo of delight still in her voice. “Oh…” the new king quickly scanned the room, “Quatre? He's a really great guy. Don't know why he hangs with me.”

 

“That makes two of us,” Hotaru muttered under her breath, and Duo pretended not to hear.

 

The night seemed to fly by, and soon it was one in the morning. Hotaru was yawning into her hand, and feeling exceptionally ill. But there was one last duty to perform tonight. She leaned over to Duo and whispered, “Shall we retire, my lord? I find myself fading.” He nodded and stood up, reaching to take her hand like a gentleman. Duo made their excuses and both Saturnian royals bid their guests adieu.

 

As they walked out of the room, the guests were exchanging knowing looks and polite chuckles. With each step though, a dark need rose in both Hotaru and Duo, and shadows whispered in their eyes as the deities took over. It was time to consecrate the union.

 

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The royal pair went to a room that had been designated the bridal bed. Gradually, throughout their walk there, each had been aware of a growing tension between them, and a growing ache within them.

 

Hotaru's clothes felt uncomfortable, constricting and heavy. Some part of her clawed at her to get them off. She felt as though she were on fire, and the only way to douse the flames was to remove the offending garment. “For fuck's sake, are we there yet?” she muttered grumpily.

 

“Hold your horses, queenie,” Duo said as he pulled open the door to the room, equally uncomfortable and understanding the urgency more than he knew. When they were safely ensconced in the room, Hotaru began ripping the pins out of her hair, letting it fall in a long, glorious wave down her back. He was at once entranced by the sight. With quick efficiency, the next thing to go were her shoes, and then the laces were loosened on the dress.

 

Duo watched with rapt attention, not quite understanding the fascination within him, or the sudden urge to touch her that he had. “Fuck,” she muttered once more as the laces finally gave way, and the dress fell to the floor, leaving her nearly naked except for a scrap of fabric that still counted as underwear, because it covered all the necessary bits.

 

“What are you doing?” Hotaru growled, and all of the sudden, Duo realized that he had been growling low in his throat and advancing towards her. “I—“ he stuttered, unable to recall exactly what he'd been thinking.

 

She stalked towards him on shapely legs, her petite breasts bared to the air, nipples hard and enticing. “Look, this is just business, so let's get it over with,” Hotaru stated, and began undoing his clothing, “No need to make a big deal out of it.” She spoke to cover her own nerves. “You can even imagine someone else,” the black haired young woman said.

 

When his shirt fell to the floor, she paused, staring blankly at his chest, uncertain of where to go. For all her bravado, Hotaru really was frightened to do this. Not because she was afraid to have sex, but because she felt the pressure to bear an heir to the throne, and uncertain as to whether she wanted to or not. Duty was duty, she reminded herself, but was still frozen.

 

It was then that the deities took over, deciding the pair needed an extra push and wanting the consummation to take place. To be with each other in the mortal fashion once more. Hesitation was replaced with fire, as violet and indigo eyes became black with shadow.

 

Shinimegami, acting through Hotaru's body, practically tore Duo's pants off, and Shinigami, using Duo's form, moaned in anticipation. He hooked Hotaru's panties with his fingers and dragged them off her form, exposing her completely to the air. She gasped at the action, and clasped her hands on Duo's shoulders in surprise, nails digging into flesh.

 

Her head tipped back and they kissed, hot and open-mouthed, tongues tangling together. Hotaru's hands began to wander, finding their way into Duo's braid, fingers grasping the thick chestnut strands. Without thinking, she reached to undo his braid and let all that hair fly free. It really was a beautiful sight.

 

Duo grasped the black haired girl, lifting her off of her feet easily and swinging her down upon the bed. She arched her back and moaned as she hit the mattress, already only too eager. The death god slithered on top of the girl's form, tasting her as he went, licking a long, hot line from belly button to collarbones. He laughed wickedly when she gasped the words, “You ass…it's been too long.” The goddess was speaking through Hotaru then to her mate.

 

He responded with the words, “I wish to make it as good as the first time.” Hotaru rolled her now-black eyes. “Just fuck me,” she responded, her voice a low, sensual purr. Absently, her fingers played with the silken strands of Duo's hair, which had fallen like a curtain around them. “You know…I like this. Don't let him change it.”

 

“Whatever you wish of me, mate,” Duo responded, his voice pitched lower than normal, intent eyes black as pitch. With nimble fingers, he toyed with her nipples, bringing them to peak. Unable to resist the lure, his head dipped down, gently lapping at her breasts. Hotaru gave a breathy sigh of pleasure and in turn her hands wandered lower on her mate's body, finding the places that would make him moan in return.

 

Eagerly, Hotaru grasped his member, giving it a light squeeze and gentle stroke, enjoying the play of soft skin over unbelievable hardness. Duo arched his back in response and growled fiercely in his throat, even as his mate used her thumb to spread the drop of pre-cum gathering on the tip.

 

Unable to take the foreplay after so long without his mate, Duo gently pried her hand off of him, and spread her legs wide with hands on her thighs. Hotaru made small, eager noises at his actions, ready for so much more. She was glistening and ripe with need.

 

When he entered her, it was forceful. One deep, powerful thrust that had Hotaru digging nails into the bedspread. “Yes…” she hissed sibilantly, “That's what I want.” The rutting was fast, and he had Hotaru adjust her position slightly so that he hit her G-spot with every movement inward. It was a quick climb towards the top, and faster still when Duo rubbed her clit in time with his movements.

 

Finally, they came, unable to fend off orgasm for any longer. As the gods took their pleasure in the way that mortals will, they exalted in it, triumphant cries echoing throughout the room. When it was over and their mortal bodies exhausted, the deities once more retreated to the background of their hosts.

 

Exhausted, and not quite understanding what had happened, Hotaru pushed Duo off of her and rolled onto her side to sleep. Duo lay there a moment longer where Hotaru had shoved him, trying to grasp what had happened. Had he really just fucked the black haired girl? All the evidence pointed that way, but then again…he could barely remember it. Like a dream.

 

Soon, he too, stopped wondering and fell into sleep.

 

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TBC…