Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Desire ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Arigatomina 
Warnings: violence, NCS, shonen ai, 3+4, DiamondxEaglex6x3.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 863 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: violence, NCS, shonen ai, 3+4, DiamondxEaglex6x3.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 863 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Note: This fic has two characters from a different series: Eagle from
Rayearth and Prince Diamond from Sailor Moon.
Category: Yaoi, AU, Gundam Wing
Pairings: 3+4, 6x?x?x3, will be 3x4
Warnings: angst, non-consentual sex (NOT rape and not rough), shonen
ai, possible sap
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Beyond Desire
Part 2
He didn't understand the boy. Sitting very still, he followed the tall boy's movements, amazed at how gentle his touch was. Pushing him into the chair, he'd proceeded to wash and wrap his neck. Watching him now, Quatre had trouble tying him to the violent, hate-filled creature that had almost killed him. His wide eyes met green ones as the boy finally straightened.
"Thank you." Previous experience made him wary of meeting the boy's eyes, so he stared over his shoulder. "What's your name? I don't know what to call you."
"Trowa." The boy flinched when he touched his shoulder, but Trowa held fast as their eyes met. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you. Don't be afraid to meet my eyes, I can withstand it."
"How?" Shaking his head, the blonde boy frowned. "I thought it was impossible to resist sirens, although I guess since I'm not really a siren..."
"No. It's supposed to be impossible. I'm the exception." It was difficult to think. Despite his talk, resisting the boy's power was not an easy thing. Possible, but not easy. It was as if the boy's pale eyes were drawing him in and he knew how easy it would be to succumb. Even through the boy's dark shirt, he could feel his shoulder and warmth radiated through his arm. He may not have the power to steal his life, but he was still powerful.
Blinking sharply, Trowa let his eyes fall to the white bandages as he centered his thoughts. "What are you called?" he asked, stepping back as he sat in the chair across from the boy.
"Quatre." Folding his arms, he looked around the room. From what he'd seen in the dark, he knew the house was small, and the interior was stark. There was nothing to hide the dark wood of the walls and save for the small coffee table between them, the two chairs they sat in were the only furniture. Staring at the dark fireplace, he didn't know what to say or do.
He'd only been on his own for two months, and he'd never actually talked to a person before. The woman, he couldn't call her mother since she'd reminded him repeatedly that she wasn't, she'd been his only contact. He hadn't realized at the time that there was a reason for her isolating him, but she'd explained things before she'd died. It had been a slow death, and he'd been bereft when she finally passed away. Burying her was the most horrifying thing he'd ever
done, but it was days after she was gone that he'd started his journey. She'd explained his power to him, and he'd come to accept it. As a witch, she'd had many clients over the years and he'd grown accustomed to hiding while she traded with them. Once she was gone, there hadn't been any question of his staying as he'd known he couldn't hide without her magic. So he'd run.
A slight movement brought him back to reality and he looked to Trowa warily. He had trouble believing the boy could resist him, and he couldn't forget the dire promise he'd been given when Trowa had taken him. Not very vocal, the woman had never explained to him what others would do if they saw him, but he'd found out soon enough. He could tell from the way those green eyes latched on to him that the tall boy wasn't as resistant as he'd said.
"Are you really going to keep me here?"
It was a good question, but Trowa didn't have an answer to give the wary boy. After all, he couldn't very well tell the boy the truth. He couldn't imagine how the boy would react. His reasoning was complex, and while he was keeping the boy to protect him, there was a darker reason. But the boy seemed...detached somehow as if he hadn't seen the dark world he lived in.
"Yes," Trowa said, expression unyielding as he stared at the blonde. "I don't think you really want me to let you go, do you? In less than a day word of your presence here will have spread to all of the clans surrounding this area. The minute you stepped outside of this forest you would be taken. And that is after they fight to decide who gets you."
"What about you?" Unaccustomed to the way the boy's gaze drilled into him, Quatre dropped his eyes, hands clenching together in his lap. "They could come here..."
"They will. But as long as you're here they'll hesitate for a while before they try to get you. With my claim made they know they have to get through me."
"Won't they kill you?" It was hard to meet that undaunted gaze; the boy seemed so calm in the face of eminent death.
"If they could, no doubt. Quatre," he paused as he marveled at the easy way the boy's name rolled off his tongue. "Don't worry, I wouldn't promise to protect you if I couldn't do it."
"Are you that powerful? What *are* you?" Flushing when the boy raised an eyebrow, Quatre looked down for a minute before continuing quickly. "I've heard about the different beings the woman had seen, but she never spoke of one with wings."
"I'm the only one." Trowa nodded when the boy looked surprised. "I suppose that like you I am the result of cross-breeding but I can't say by what. As a child I looked human enough and I lived as one until I was thirteen."
"What happened then?"
"I grew up." Glaring suddenly, Trowa stood, pausing when the boy flinched backward at the sharp movement. "It's late, I'll show you where you can sleep."
* * *
His breath was audibly ragged but he didn't struggle as he was drug toward the large pool of water. The spray from the tall falls hit his face as they pulled him closer and his eyes burned in the predawn warmth. He didn't have long before the sun rose and his only hope was that they'd kill him before he died in fiery agony. He'd run when the others had planned their attack, not willing to go up against the dark angel. Now, he faced a death just as horrible as the pale creatures to either side of him drew him through the water and into their nest. Only his quick tongue had spared him thus far, and he knew they'd dispose of him as soon as he'd told them about the boy.
Watching the long-haired girl holding his arm, he luxuriated in the shivering need her touch aroused, knowing he'd be consumed with pain soon enough. Like all sirens, she had pale skin and finely sculpted features, her long pale blonde hair falling down her back. Watching her from the corner of his eye he felt perverse pleasure in knowing the boy was more beautiful. Once past the fall of water, the interior of the cavern was revealed in sparkling beauty and his eyes
moved to the man reclining on a raised dais.
"What have you brought me, Dorothy?" His voice was low and smooth as he smiled lazily at the girl. "He's no treasure, that one."
Shoving the vampire to his knees, the girl's eyes glared at the gray skinned creature. "Just a fool who was passing through, your highness. He was in a hurry so I had to know what the rush was."
Pale blue eyes shining, the man slowly rose, crossing the violet moss as he moved to them. "What could a vampire have to tell that would interest us?" he asked, tilting his head as the man beside Dorothy smirked. "Zechs?"
"It seems our old friend has caused problems for him." The white-haired man shook his head, long straight hair brushing his back. "The dark angel has a new possession, one of ours."
"No." Standing, a third man left the rock he'd been leaning on near the dias, eyes bright. "How could he possibly have one of ours? We are all accounted for."
"Eagle, do you remember Quaterina?" Dorothy smirked when the man's eyes widened and glanced at Diamond. "Her son not only survived, but he's now in the angel's hands."
"I thought he was disposed of," Eagle said, frowning as he looked down. "She died giving birth to that mistake, I thought we'd reeked vengeance for her. The baby was supposed to be killed!"
"Calm down," Zechs murmured, eyeing the upset man with compassion. He knew how much Eagle had cared for the woman and her betrayal with a human had nearly destroyed him. "It seems the witch didn't use him as she'd said she would. According to this one," he shoved the vampire who was staring at the floor, "the boy has survived well. It seems the other clans are making plans to catch him for themselves."
"And the angel, our dear dark angel has him." With a pleased growl, Diamond stepped to Eagle, wrapping an arm over the man's shoulders. "Forget your lost love, my friend. Think of the angel instead. How many of our clan has he killed? Is this not the last insult? We shall have revenge on him and you may kill the child."
"I don't..." Eagle looked up sharply when he realized how his hesitation would sound and his pale eyes grew cold. "Yes. I shall destroy the child who took her from me. But the angel, are you really meaning to go against him?"
"It would be justice, neh?" Smiling evilly, Dorothy watched the three men. She knew as well as any other siren who was responsible for the dark angel's creation. Upon reaching the right age, sirens strove to prove themselves. The three had done this well and Diamond had been named the new leader without question. Yet their deed had left an unknown force as the boy had not only survived but managed to achieve an unheard-of power. Whether it was their doing or simply a result of puberty didn't matter as the boy had become their only successful enemy. "You'll simply finish what you started five years ago. And
of course the rest of us will help you." A glance to the shadows showed movement as more of their kind stirred, pale eyes glinting as they nodded. "We've all longed to eliminate the angel. He's held reign over our land for too long."
"And we will triumph. Yes he has been a killer, but only against single enemies. He'll not stand a chance against our combined strength." The vampire stirred and Zechs looked down at him in surprise. "Do you have something to say before we drain you?"
"My clan will attack in four day's time, when the moon is full. The werewolves will join them." Letting out a moan when the tall man brushed a hand over his cheek, the creature ducked its head.
"I didn't think your clans were allies," Dorothy said, raising a black eyebrow.
"Against the angel we would fight together," came the guttural response. "And share the boy."
"Yet you ran. Why?" Reaching down, Diamond lifted the ugly creature's head so its eyes met his and he smiled when the creature leaned toward him eagerly.
"I wanted...to live..." His body controlling him, the creature didn't feel the energy leaving his body as the man touched his neck. Unable to close his eyes, all need to resist left him as did his life, ebbing away as his body was consumed by lust.
Releasing the corpse, Diamond sighed and straightened, bright eyes glowing with strength as he smiled. "He may have been disgusting, but the energy's wonderful."
"Wait till we get the angel," Zechs purred, eyes shining as he stepped to the side of the body.
"You three have all the fun," Dorothy muttered, bending as she looked at the vampire. Then she glared at a pair of eyes, "Get rid of him." Nodding, a pale girl moved forward, grabbing the creature and dragging it out of the cavern. "Four days then, I'll spread the word. Our clan will be united for the attack."
"I can't wait to see him again," Diamond said softly, walking back to his platform. "I hear our angel has become a beautiful man."
* * *
--Five Years Ago--
"Trowa! Can you here me, Trowa?"
He didn't move as he listened to the sound of her steps fade. Crouching in the tree, he hid behind the heavy leaves. He couldn't let her see him like this. His fingers brushed over his cheek, feeling the bruise as he stared at the limb beneath him. He didn't seek fights, but his passive nature worked against him and there was only so much harassment he could stand before he fought back. Three months had passed since he'd come to the village and while some were kind to him, the other youths were unyielding. Unlike Catherine, all they saw was his back.
Having spent his entire life as an outcast, he'd been welcomed into the red-haired girl's family and they didn't seem to mind his appearance. While tall and lanky, there was an abnormal growth on his back that made people stare and the others his own age enjoyed tormenting him about it. Although he exercised as much as he could, at thirteen he was no match for them. So he hid the results of their attacks as best he could. Sighing as the girl's voice sounded farther and farther away, he slowly jumped out of the tree, walking further away from the village. He'd entertained the notion of leaving altogether, but he couldn't without explaining it to the few people who honestly seemed to care about him.
The sound of footsteps made him walk quicker, and he realized the chances of the boys finding him were great. Ducking into some bushes, his eyes widened as a beautiful young man appeared, pale blue eyes moving slowly around the forest. Staring at him, Trowa felt a strange stirring in his blood and he felt a shiver rush through him. He never heard the steps approaching him from behind, and he jumped when a hand fell on his shoulder. Jerking, he turned quickly and his breath caught as he looked into pale eyes. With no concept of what he was doing, his hands moved to touch the man kneeling beside him and he moaned when strong arms wrapped around his waist. It wasn't until the man's eyes rose to look over his shoulder that he realized he was kissing a pale neck. Yet he couldn't seem to stop himself as his skin burned to touch the man.
His mind seemed to slow as he was lifted and he barely registered the feel of grass beneath him as he was lowered onto his back. His breath came in gasps and his eyes were caught as another pale man was suddenly kneeling beside him, warm hands pushing up his dark shirt. Short jagged white hair fell over the man's forehead but didn't hide his eyes as Trowa couldn't look away. Even when a third man was suddenly leaning over him he felt no fear, barely taking in the long white hair as his shirt was pulled off. Giving no resistance, he moaned as lips moved over his chest, a trail of fire as he pushed upward for more contact. Then he felt fingers moving over his waist and a cool rush as his pants were removed.
The men didn't speak as they undressed him, their pale eyes meeting and glowing at the boy's soft breaths. Nodding, the longhaired man moved near the boy's head, kissing his open mouth and running his tongue into it. Wrapping his long arms around the man's neck, Trowa gasped as he felt a strange sensation run through him. Then a hot mouth moved over his member and he cried into the man's mouth, his hips pushing upward. Thought had ceased and he barely wondered at the sharp pain that moved through his body as one of the men pushed a finger into him, stroking a place within him that nearly made him scream. Consumed by lust such as he'd never known or imagined, he barely felt himself growing weaker.
Pain shot through him as something much larger than a finger entered him, but this too was lost as pleasure crushed him, his body screaming from it. Every touch added to it as the men continued to run their hands over his bare skin and he felt as if his entire body were on fire; a delicious fire. His grip on the long hair loosened as his strength diminished and his arms slowly fell, his eyes glazing as he was unable to break the hold the man had on him. Rocked by the thrusts driving him insane, he gasped and cried at random as he felt himself rising on wave after wave of intense sensation that had no end. Then there was a sudden sense of being bereft as his body no longer had contact with anyone, the men pulling away. Still held by pale eyes, he gasped from a need he didn't understand, shaking his head as his hands twitched to pull them back to him.
"Please..." His voice sounded faint in his ears as his heart pounded a harsh rhythm.
"Do you want more?" one of the men asked, his voice whispery and low. Leaning over the boy, he ran his tongue over his chin then his lips. "You need it..."
"Oh....god..." Moaning as lips moved over his hard length, Trowa felt his body collapsing, moved only by the men as another entered him with a rough push.
Buried in the thin boy, the short-haired man met those wide green eyes. "More?"
"Y...yes..." It was so hard to make his lips move, yet he had to answer as he felt himself reaching something. A pinnacle seemed so near and his body knew what he didn't, knew that if he reached it he'd be released from the unending intensity. And it seemed to be true as he felt himself shake from the pleasure, shudders running through him. When the men left him again, he felt tears run down his cheeks as his body screamed its need. Following the pale eyes, he choked when the man turned suddenly and all contact was lost.
They left him as suddenly as they'd come and it wasn't until he lost sight of them that he remembered. His body still screamed for their touch, and he couldn't move. It was as if his arms were weighted down but he lifted his hand. Humiliation poured through him, escaping with his tears as he touched himself, giving his body the release it so desired. He came with a harsh cry and slowly pushed onto his side, drawing his knees to his chest as he shook roughly.
Understanding dawned slowly as he closed his burning eyes tightly and he could feel pain from the men's ministrations.
As he regained the strength to move, his mind went numb and he pushed himself to his knees, a shaking hand pulling his discarded clothing to him. It took minutes for him to dress, his movements choppy as his muscles seemed to lack the strength to support him. He'd barely gotten his pants on when he heard footsteps sounding near him and he turned with a mournful cry, falling as he lifted a weak hand to block his eyes. He knew they'd been sirens, the knowledge had come as he'd felt his weakness, and he knew their eyes had drawn him in.
"Trowa?! My God, what's happened?!"
Eyes wide, he dropped his hand as he saw Catherine's horrified expression and shame overwhelmed him. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he stood as quickly as his legs allowed. Forcing himself into a run, he dodged the girl's outstretched hand as he moved as far from her as he could. He could hear her concerned cry as she followed, and it spurred him on, his strength growing despite the energy the sirens had drained. Trees passed him in a blur as he seemed to move faster and he never saw what tripped him, falling heavily to his knees. Silence surrounded him and he tilted his head back to the sky, staring at the sun visible through the branches.
Breath catching, his body seemed to clench inward and his mouth fell open as he screamed, pain shooting from his back. Gasping, he forced his eyes open as the pain slowly dissipated and he flinched when he saw a shadow looming over him. Ducking his head, he waited for whatever creature it was to attack. When he finally looked up, his breath stopped completely as his suddenly dull eyes moved over the bloody feathers that rose at his side. Black, they dripped with thick red and he turned his head slowly as he followed the curve of the wing to his own shoulder. He felt nothing as he stared at the ripped flesh where his deformity had lain and his heart sealed itself as he slowly flexed a muscle he'd never known he had, the wing dipping in response. Pain was a dull sensation pressing at the back of his mind as he felt himself grow stronger and he stood, walking farther from the village.
--Present--
Gasping, Trowa's eyes snapped open as hands shook his shoulders, the soft, anxious voice not registering as he stared into wide eyes. His body awash with remembered power and need from the dream, he pulled the boy down to him.
"Trowa!" Having entered the room, drawn by the boy's harsh scream, Quatre was caught unprepared when his mouth was covered. Pushing against Trowa's muscular chest, he panicked as arms moved over him, the boy's mouth pushing against his clenched teeth. Trowa was too strong and he was quickly pinned beneath the tall boy. Turning his head to the side, he gasped a quick breath. "Please, Trowa?"
Trowa froze suddenly as he realized what he was doing, his heartbeat slowing as he felt the boy's hands pushing against him. "Quatre..." His cheeks burned as he sat up quickly, pulling the boy with him. Quatre's eyes were very wide when he slowly looked at him, expression wary and not a little afraid. "I'm sorry, Quatre. I didn't mean to do that."
"No." Embarrassment surging in him, he shook his head. "I shouldn't have come in here. You screamed and I just..." Flushing as he realized he was in the tall boy's bed, Quatre hurried to scoot off it, his breath catching when he was halted abruptly.
"It was a nightmare," Trowa said slowly, not liking the frightened look in those wide eyes. He frowned as he looked down at the hand he was holding and suddenly pulled the boy up against him. Ignoring the small sound the boy made, he held him to his chest, one hand smoothing Quatre's thick hair. "I won't hurt you, I promised I wouldn't." He could feel the boy's rapid breathing against his neck, but he shoved his lust down brutally. "Stay with me?"
Staring at the shadowed skin he was pressed to, Quatre drew a shaky breath. "I don't..."
"Quatre, I won't do anything, you have my word." His body rebelled at having the boy touching him, but he was convinced he could control himself. Not receiving an answer, he lowered them to the bed, lying on his side as he held the slender boy gently. "I'm sorry I scared you."
He didn't want to doubt the boy, and he had to admit it was nice and warm in his arms. "It's okay," Quatre whispered, trying to sound confident. Minutes passed before he finally calmed, and he fell asleep in Trowa's arms.
* * *
TBC
Rayearth and Prince Diamond from Sailor Moon.
Category: Yaoi, AU, Gundam Wing
Pairings: 3+4, 6x?x?x3, will be 3x4
Warnings: angst, non-consentual sex (NOT rape and not rough), shonen
ai, possible sap
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Beyond Desire
Part 2
He didn't understand the boy. Sitting very still, he followed the tall boy's movements, amazed at how gentle his touch was. Pushing him into the chair, he'd proceeded to wash and wrap his neck. Watching him now, Quatre had trouble tying him to the violent, hate-filled creature that had almost killed him. His wide eyes met green ones as the boy finally straightened.
"Thank you." Previous experience made him wary of meeting the boy's eyes, so he stared over his shoulder. "What's your name? I don't know what to call you."
"Trowa." The boy flinched when he touched his shoulder, but Trowa held fast as their eyes met. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you. Don't be afraid to meet my eyes, I can withstand it."
"How?" Shaking his head, the blonde boy frowned. "I thought it was impossible to resist sirens, although I guess since I'm not really a siren..."
"No. It's supposed to be impossible. I'm the exception." It was difficult to think. Despite his talk, resisting the boy's power was not an easy thing. Possible, but not easy. It was as if the boy's pale eyes were drawing him in and he knew how easy it would be to succumb. Even through the boy's dark shirt, he could feel his shoulder and warmth radiated through his arm. He may not have the power to steal his life, but he was still powerful.
Blinking sharply, Trowa let his eyes fall to the white bandages as he centered his thoughts. "What are you called?" he asked, stepping back as he sat in the chair across from the boy.
"Quatre." Folding his arms, he looked around the room. From what he'd seen in the dark, he knew the house was small, and the interior was stark. There was nothing to hide the dark wood of the walls and save for the small coffee table between them, the two chairs they sat in were the only furniture. Staring at the dark fireplace, he didn't know what to say or do.
He'd only been on his own for two months, and he'd never actually talked to a person before. The woman, he couldn't call her mother since she'd reminded him repeatedly that she wasn't, she'd been his only contact. He hadn't realized at the time that there was a reason for her isolating him, but she'd explained things before she'd died. It had been a slow death, and he'd been bereft when she finally passed away. Burying her was the most horrifying thing he'd ever
done, but it was days after she was gone that he'd started his journey. She'd explained his power to him, and he'd come to accept it. As a witch, she'd had many clients over the years and he'd grown accustomed to hiding while she traded with them. Once she was gone, there hadn't been any question of his staying as he'd known he couldn't hide without her magic. So he'd run.
A slight movement brought him back to reality and he looked to Trowa warily. He had trouble believing the boy could resist him, and he couldn't forget the dire promise he'd been given when Trowa had taken him. Not very vocal, the woman had never explained to him what others would do if they saw him, but he'd found out soon enough. He could tell from the way those green eyes latched on to him that the tall boy wasn't as resistant as he'd said.
"Are you really going to keep me here?"
It was a good question, but Trowa didn't have an answer to give the wary boy. After all, he couldn't very well tell the boy the truth. He couldn't imagine how the boy would react. His reasoning was complex, and while he was keeping the boy to protect him, there was a darker reason. But the boy seemed...detached somehow as if he hadn't seen the dark world he lived in.
"Yes," Trowa said, expression unyielding as he stared at the blonde. "I don't think you really want me to let you go, do you? In less than a day word of your presence here will have spread to all of the clans surrounding this area. The minute you stepped outside of this forest you would be taken. And that is after they fight to decide who gets you."
"What about you?" Unaccustomed to the way the boy's gaze drilled into him, Quatre dropped his eyes, hands clenching together in his lap. "They could come here..."
"They will. But as long as you're here they'll hesitate for a while before they try to get you. With my claim made they know they have to get through me."
"Won't they kill you?" It was hard to meet that undaunted gaze; the boy seemed so calm in the face of eminent death.
"If they could, no doubt. Quatre," he paused as he marveled at the easy way the boy's name rolled off his tongue. "Don't worry, I wouldn't promise to protect you if I couldn't do it."
"Are you that powerful? What *are* you?" Flushing when the boy raised an eyebrow, Quatre looked down for a minute before continuing quickly. "I've heard about the different beings the woman had seen, but she never spoke of one with wings."
"I'm the only one." Trowa nodded when the boy looked surprised. "I suppose that like you I am the result of cross-breeding but I can't say by what. As a child I looked human enough and I lived as one until I was thirteen."
"What happened then?"
"I grew up." Glaring suddenly, Trowa stood, pausing when the boy flinched backward at the sharp movement. "It's late, I'll show you where you can sleep."
* * *
His breath was audibly ragged but he didn't struggle as he was drug toward the large pool of water. The spray from the tall falls hit his face as they pulled him closer and his eyes burned in the predawn warmth. He didn't have long before the sun rose and his only hope was that they'd kill him before he died in fiery agony. He'd run when the others had planned their attack, not willing to go up against the dark angel. Now, he faced a death just as horrible as the pale creatures to either side of him drew him through the water and into their nest. Only his quick tongue had spared him thus far, and he knew they'd dispose of him as soon as he'd told them about the boy.
Watching the long-haired girl holding his arm, he luxuriated in the shivering need her touch aroused, knowing he'd be consumed with pain soon enough. Like all sirens, she had pale skin and finely sculpted features, her long pale blonde hair falling down her back. Watching her from the corner of his eye he felt perverse pleasure in knowing the boy was more beautiful. Once past the fall of water, the interior of the cavern was revealed in sparkling beauty and his eyes
moved to the man reclining on a raised dais.
"What have you brought me, Dorothy?" His voice was low and smooth as he smiled lazily at the girl. "He's no treasure, that one."
Shoving the vampire to his knees, the girl's eyes glared at the gray skinned creature. "Just a fool who was passing through, your highness. He was in a hurry so I had to know what the rush was."
Pale blue eyes shining, the man slowly rose, crossing the violet moss as he moved to them. "What could a vampire have to tell that would interest us?" he asked, tilting his head as the man beside Dorothy smirked. "Zechs?"
"It seems our old friend has caused problems for him." The white-haired man shook his head, long straight hair brushing his back. "The dark angel has a new possession, one of ours."
"No." Standing, a third man left the rock he'd been leaning on near the dias, eyes bright. "How could he possibly have one of ours? We are all accounted for."
"Eagle, do you remember Quaterina?" Dorothy smirked when the man's eyes widened and glanced at Diamond. "Her son not only survived, but he's now in the angel's hands."
"I thought he was disposed of," Eagle said, frowning as he looked down. "She died giving birth to that mistake, I thought we'd reeked vengeance for her. The baby was supposed to be killed!"
"Calm down," Zechs murmured, eyeing the upset man with compassion. He knew how much Eagle had cared for the woman and her betrayal with a human had nearly destroyed him. "It seems the witch didn't use him as she'd said she would. According to this one," he shoved the vampire who was staring at the floor, "the boy has survived well. It seems the other clans are making plans to catch him for themselves."
"And the angel, our dear dark angel has him." With a pleased growl, Diamond stepped to Eagle, wrapping an arm over the man's shoulders. "Forget your lost love, my friend. Think of the angel instead. How many of our clan has he killed? Is this not the last insult? We shall have revenge on him and you may kill the child."
"I don't..." Eagle looked up sharply when he realized how his hesitation would sound and his pale eyes grew cold. "Yes. I shall destroy the child who took her from me. But the angel, are you really meaning to go against him?"
"It would be justice, neh?" Smiling evilly, Dorothy watched the three men. She knew as well as any other siren who was responsible for the dark angel's creation. Upon reaching the right age, sirens strove to prove themselves. The three had done this well and Diamond had been named the new leader without question. Yet their deed had left an unknown force as the boy had not only survived but managed to achieve an unheard-of power. Whether it was their doing or simply a result of puberty didn't matter as the boy had become their only successful enemy. "You'll simply finish what you started five years ago. And
of course the rest of us will help you." A glance to the shadows showed movement as more of their kind stirred, pale eyes glinting as they nodded. "We've all longed to eliminate the angel. He's held reign over our land for too long."
"And we will triumph. Yes he has been a killer, but only against single enemies. He'll not stand a chance against our combined strength." The vampire stirred and Zechs looked down at him in surprise. "Do you have something to say before we drain you?"
"My clan will attack in four day's time, when the moon is full. The werewolves will join them." Letting out a moan when the tall man brushed a hand over his cheek, the creature ducked its head.
"I didn't think your clans were allies," Dorothy said, raising a black eyebrow.
"Against the angel we would fight together," came the guttural response. "And share the boy."
"Yet you ran. Why?" Reaching down, Diamond lifted the ugly creature's head so its eyes met his and he smiled when the creature leaned toward him eagerly.
"I wanted...to live..." His body controlling him, the creature didn't feel the energy leaving his body as the man touched his neck. Unable to close his eyes, all need to resist left him as did his life, ebbing away as his body was consumed by lust.
Releasing the corpse, Diamond sighed and straightened, bright eyes glowing with strength as he smiled. "He may have been disgusting, but the energy's wonderful."
"Wait till we get the angel," Zechs purred, eyes shining as he stepped to the side of the body.
"You three have all the fun," Dorothy muttered, bending as she looked at the vampire. Then she glared at a pair of eyes, "Get rid of him." Nodding, a pale girl moved forward, grabbing the creature and dragging it out of the cavern. "Four days then, I'll spread the word. Our clan will be united for the attack."
"I can't wait to see him again," Diamond said softly, walking back to his platform. "I hear our angel has become a beautiful man."
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--Five Years Ago--
"Trowa! Can you here me, Trowa?"
He didn't move as he listened to the sound of her steps fade. Crouching in the tree, he hid behind the heavy leaves. He couldn't let her see him like this. His fingers brushed over his cheek, feeling the bruise as he stared at the limb beneath him. He didn't seek fights, but his passive nature worked against him and there was only so much harassment he could stand before he fought back. Three months had passed since he'd come to the village and while some were kind to him, the other youths were unyielding. Unlike Catherine, all they saw was his back.
Having spent his entire life as an outcast, he'd been welcomed into the red-haired girl's family and they didn't seem to mind his appearance. While tall and lanky, there was an abnormal growth on his back that made people stare and the others his own age enjoyed tormenting him about it. Although he exercised as much as he could, at thirteen he was no match for them. So he hid the results of their attacks as best he could. Sighing as the girl's voice sounded farther and farther away, he slowly jumped out of the tree, walking further away from the village. He'd entertained the notion of leaving altogether, but he couldn't without explaining it to the few people who honestly seemed to care about him.
The sound of footsteps made him walk quicker, and he realized the chances of the boys finding him were great. Ducking into some bushes, his eyes widened as a beautiful young man appeared, pale blue eyes moving slowly around the forest. Staring at him, Trowa felt a strange stirring in his blood and he felt a shiver rush through him. He never heard the steps approaching him from behind, and he jumped when a hand fell on his shoulder. Jerking, he turned quickly and his breath caught as he looked into pale eyes. With no concept of what he was doing, his hands moved to touch the man kneeling beside him and he moaned when strong arms wrapped around his waist. It wasn't until the man's eyes rose to look over his shoulder that he realized he was kissing a pale neck. Yet he couldn't seem to stop himself as his skin burned to touch the man.
His mind seemed to slow as he was lifted and he barely registered the feel of grass beneath him as he was lowered onto his back. His breath came in gasps and his eyes were caught as another pale man was suddenly kneeling beside him, warm hands pushing up his dark shirt. Short jagged white hair fell over the man's forehead but didn't hide his eyes as Trowa couldn't look away. Even when a third man was suddenly leaning over him he felt no fear, barely taking in the long white hair as his shirt was pulled off. Giving no resistance, he moaned as lips moved over his chest, a trail of fire as he pushed upward for more contact. Then he felt fingers moving over his waist and a cool rush as his pants were removed.
The men didn't speak as they undressed him, their pale eyes meeting and glowing at the boy's soft breaths. Nodding, the longhaired man moved near the boy's head, kissing his open mouth and running his tongue into it. Wrapping his long arms around the man's neck, Trowa gasped as he felt a strange sensation run through him. Then a hot mouth moved over his member and he cried into the man's mouth, his hips pushing upward. Thought had ceased and he barely wondered at the sharp pain that moved through his body as one of the men pushed a finger into him, stroking a place within him that nearly made him scream. Consumed by lust such as he'd never known or imagined, he barely felt himself growing weaker.
Pain shot through him as something much larger than a finger entered him, but this too was lost as pleasure crushed him, his body screaming from it. Every touch added to it as the men continued to run their hands over his bare skin and he felt as if his entire body were on fire; a delicious fire. His grip on the long hair loosened as his strength diminished and his arms slowly fell, his eyes glazing as he was unable to break the hold the man had on him. Rocked by the thrusts driving him insane, he gasped and cried at random as he felt himself rising on wave after wave of intense sensation that had no end. Then there was a sudden sense of being bereft as his body no longer had contact with anyone, the men pulling away. Still held by pale eyes, he gasped from a need he didn't understand, shaking his head as his hands twitched to pull them back to him.
"Please..." His voice sounded faint in his ears as his heart pounded a harsh rhythm.
"Do you want more?" one of the men asked, his voice whispery and low. Leaning over the boy, he ran his tongue over his chin then his lips. "You need it..."
"Oh....god..." Moaning as lips moved over his hard length, Trowa felt his body collapsing, moved only by the men as another entered him with a rough push.
Buried in the thin boy, the short-haired man met those wide green eyes. "More?"
"Y...yes..." It was so hard to make his lips move, yet he had to answer as he felt himself reaching something. A pinnacle seemed so near and his body knew what he didn't, knew that if he reached it he'd be released from the unending intensity. And it seemed to be true as he felt himself shake from the pleasure, shudders running through him. When the men left him again, he felt tears run down his cheeks as his body screamed its need. Following the pale eyes, he choked when the man turned suddenly and all contact was lost.
They left him as suddenly as they'd come and it wasn't until he lost sight of them that he remembered. His body still screamed for their touch, and he couldn't move. It was as if his arms were weighted down but he lifted his hand. Humiliation poured through him, escaping with his tears as he touched himself, giving his body the release it so desired. He came with a harsh cry and slowly pushed onto his side, drawing his knees to his chest as he shook roughly.
Understanding dawned slowly as he closed his burning eyes tightly and he could feel pain from the men's ministrations.
As he regained the strength to move, his mind went numb and he pushed himself to his knees, a shaking hand pulling his discarded clothing to him. It took minutes for him to dress, his movements choppy as his muscles seemed to lack the strength to support him. He'd barely gotten his pants on when he heard footsteps sounding near him and he turned with a mournful cry, falling as he lifted a weak hand to block his eyes. He knew they'd been sirens, the knowledge had come as he'd felt his weakness, and he knew their eyes had drawn him in.
"Trowa?! My God, what's happened?!"
Eyes wide, he dropped his hand as he saw Catherine's horrified expression and shame overwhelmed him. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he stood as quickly as his legs allowed. Forcing himself into a run, he dodged the girl's outstretched hand as he moved as far from her as he could. He could hear her concerned cry as she followed, and it spurred him on, his strength growing despite the energy the sirens had drained. Trees passed him in a blur as he seemed to move faster and he never saw what tripped him, falling heavily to his knees. Silence surrounded him and he tilted his head back to the sky, staring at the sun visible through the branches.
Breath catching, his body seemed to clench inward and his mouth fell open as he screamed, pain shooting from his back. Gasping, he forced his eyes open as the pain slowly dissipated and he flinched when he saw a shadow looming over him. Ducking his head, he waited for whatever creature it was to attack. When he finally looked up, his breath stopped completely as his suddenly dull eyes moved over the bloody feathers that rose at his side. Black, they dripped with thick red and he turned his head slowly as he followed the curve of the wing to his own shoulder. He felt nothing as he stared at the ripped flesh where his deformity had lain and his heart sealed itself as he slowly flexed a muscle he'd never known he had, the wing dipping in response. Pain was a dull sensation pressing at the back of his mind as he felt himself grow stronger and he stood, walking farther from the village.
--Present--
Gasping, Trowa's eyes snapped open as hands shook his shoulders, the soft, anxious voice not registering as he stared into wide eyes. His body awash with remembered power and need from the dream, he pulled the boy down to him.
"Trowa!" Having entered the room, drawn by the boy's harsh scream, Quatre was caught unprepared when his mouth was covered. Pushing against Trowa's muscular chest, he panicked as arms moved over him, the boy's mouth pushing against his clenched teeth. Trowa was too strong and he was quickly pinned beneath the tall boy. Turning his head to the side, he gasped a quick breath. "Please, Trowa?"
Trowa froze suddenly as he realized what he was doing, his heartbeat slowing as he felt the boy's hands pushing against him. "Quatre..." His cheeks burned as he sat up quickly, pulling the boy with him. Quatre's eyes were very wide when he slowly looked at him, expression wary and not a little afraid. "I'm sorry, Quatre. I didn't mean to do that."
"No." Embarrassment surging in him, he shook his head. "I shouldn't have come in here. You screamed and I just..." Flushing as he realized he was in the tall boy's bed, Quatre hurried to scoot off it, his breath catching when he was halted abruptly.
"It was a nightmare," Trowa said slowly, not liking the frightened look in those wide eyes. He frowned as he looked down at the hand he was holding and suddenly pulled the boy up against him. Ignoring the small sound the boy made, he held him to his chest, one hand smoothing Quatre's thick hair. "I won't hurt you, I promised I wouldn't." He could feel the boy's rapid breathing against his neck, but he shoved his lust down brutally. "Stay with me?"
Staring at the shadowed skin he was pressed to, Quatre drew a shaky breath. "I don't..."
"Quatre, I won't do anything, you have my word." His body rebelled at having the boy touching him, but he was convinced he could control himself. Not receiving an answer, he lowered them to the bed, lying on his side as he held the slender boy gently. "I'm sorry I scared you."
He didn't want to doubt the boy, and he had to admit it was nice and warm in his arms. "It's okay," Quatre whispered, trying to sound confident. Minutes passed before he finally calmed, and he fell asleep in Trowa's arms.
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