Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Moon ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 3 )

Title; Blood Moon
Author; BabyClown
Rating; R (blood, gore and later limes and lemmons)
Parings; 1x2 3x4 5x6
Disclaimer; Don't own the G-boys... nor do I own any vampire term used in the fic. I’ve borrowed it from White Wolfs Vampire the Masquerade RPG system. (And I’ve taken some artistic liberties with the system, those of you familiar with it will know which ones.) The title is mine...I think...
AN; Lost of hugs to my beta Oni-mon for finding the story interesting and pointing out plot bunnies and other wierd stuff that didn't make sense to anyone else but me. And a big hug and thank you to Nita-sama, who was kind enough to review my ficcie.



Blood Moon, chapter 2.


The last few weeks had been intense. Hours of training that consisted mostly of Tiili showing him different things, like growing deadly claws or melting into the earth, then telling him how he was supposed to do it and finally trying to explain it again when he couldn’t do it.

Tiili and Tyrell’s haven was ideal for Heero’s training. It was a small animal sanctuary that during the day was run by Tiili and Tyrell’s ghouls, people who were feed vampire blood once a month in order to prolong their lives as a payment for their services. Services that in this case consisted of tending to the variety of animals, treating any wounded animals brought to the place and making sure that the sleeping vampires in the custom made basement weren’t discovered or disturbed during the day. The entire place was well kept and when it came to the animals, no expenses had been spared. When Heero had asked Trowa how Tiili had managed to get her hands on so much money that had obviously been invested in the sanctuary, Trowa had told him with a slight smirk that it came from the race tracks. Later on Tiili had explained that she held domain over all the race tracks in Chicago that didn’t belong to Capone, and thus made a nice income on their profits.

The first part of Heero’s training taught him how to communicate with animals, call on them and how to soothe them into a state of apathy, something that he was told would work just as well on mortals. At first he had been amazed when Tiili had looked into the eyes of a newly arrived horse and after a few minutes had been able to tell the ghoul responsible for the horses and stables that it was deaf and thus weren’t able to hear what was going on. But when it was Heero’s turn to try he felt slightly foolish for staring into the eyes of the fat house cat, trying to have a silent conversation with it, when all that he could hear was the ticking of the wall clock and the cat had tendencies to fall asleep on him. It took him a couple of hours until a slightly bored voice sounded inside his head demanding that he was going to go and get him a bowl of cream. In his bewilderment he had carefully placed the fat cat on the couch next to him and gone and gotten said fat cat a bowl of cream. After that it got easier and a few days later Tiili had presented him with a new challenge, he was supposed to call to him as many crows as he was able to. She tilted her head to the side and made a sound that sounded exactly like a crow and moments later seven crows landed on top or close to her. It took him a while to get the sound of a crow right, but he was able to call a few to him in the end. Soothing an animal turned out to be quite a challenge. Tiili had told him that he needed eye contact and that when he got more experienced with it that he would be able to do it by just touching the animal, but making eye contact with an angry tiger was anything but easy. Trowa had let them use Siberian, his white Siberian tiger and Heero was supposed to get close enough to make eye contact without getting him self or Siberian hurt. The longer Heero took the more agitated the tiger got and in the end he was on his back with Siberian hovering over him with his fangs barred. It was in that moment that their eyes meet and Heero could feel how the tiger’s will yielded to his own and Siberian stepped off him, his tail hanging low as he sat down and looked calmly up at him.

The second part of his training consisted of learning how to make his own skin tougher and more resilient to damage. It was by far the most dangerous part of his training as he was made to sparr with the others with no weapons while they attacked him with knives. The method was painful and more often than not left Heero with large painful gashes and wounds but it was quite effective as he got tired of getting hurt all the time.

Final and third part of the training was the most difficult for Heero. It consisted of changing his body, or parts of it to accommodate the beast with in him and sometimes nature. The first lesson had taken part in the basement, in his room. Tiili had turned off the lights and the only thing Heero was able to see was her red glowing eyes. Then she told him to focus on his night vision, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness beyond what he would have normally done thus letting him see just as clearly as if the lights were on. Heero had thought it was a bit strange but did as she had told him, the only problem was that it was pitch black and nothing for his eyes to adjust to. It was a bit eerie seeing Tiili’s eyes hover in the seemingly empty air, glowing red, it did however give him something to focus on and slowly he started to see more of her face, more of her, the room and much to his surprise he realised that he could see quite clearly. The next step was a bit harder, Tiili showed him how she grew long deadly claws and explained to him that he had to let the beast inside of him into his hands, making his hands an outlet for the feral beast. A task that took him days to manage, hours of extreme frustration that in the end caught up on him as he tried to work off some of it by taking a run in the near by woods. The poor tree never stood a chance, as he half blinded by frustrated anger tore it to pieces and it wasn’t until he calmed down that he noticed that his normal claws had grown about an inch and a half, looked thicker and more like a set of wolf claws. His happiness over having achieved his goal was short lived as Tiili had been waiting for him in the yard when he came back with a new challenge for him. This time she showed him how she melted into the earth and when she resurfaced explained that he needed to focus on the earth beneath him and visualise him self being surrounded by nothing but earth, as if the earth was air. It took him almost a week to get a grip on the skill and both Tyrell and Trowa had felt the need to give him advice on how to do it. The feeling of sinking into the earth and still be able to feel what was going on on the surface was surreal to say the least. Heero was acutely aware of the movement of every one that passed over the spot where he was buried, he could tell if it was an animal, a ghoul or one of the other Gangrels. When he had resurfaced after that first successful try, Tiili had been waiting for him with a smile on her lips, congratulating him.

That had been two days ago and now he was on his way to be presented to the Prince since Tiili had deemed him to be experienced enough to be let loose on his own. She had told him that his room would forever be his even if he decided that he wanted a haven of his own, and that she would always help him if he need it and if it was in her power to do so, he was after all her Childe.



Tiili stopped her jeep outside a huge night club not far from the harbour in downtown Chicago. Surprised at the location, Heero looked at the long line of people in front of the entrance and then at the huge burly bouncers. They looked a lot like overgrown gorillas, but that was probably what one would get if one lived on steroids and nothing else. The people standing in line however was something else, a fine mix of goth and punk style dominated the appearances and Heero thought he could see girls down to the age of sixteen standing in the line.

“Welcome to the single most popular club in Chicago Heero.” Tiili said, her voice slightly muffled by the Palestinian scarf she wore over her mouth and nose to cover up. She had made Heero wear a shirt with sleeves that was long enough to cover his claws. “This is the Succubus Club!”

Heero raised an eyebrow at her. He had heard of the club from his classmates, it was supposed to be huge and although it didn’t play anything else than techno rave style on the main floor and punk in the basement, it was popular enough to make the blonde bimbos with pink chewing gum to try and get in. Tiili gave him a wink before she headed for the entrance, ignoring the queue completely. As they reached the bouncers Heero was surprised to notice that they didn’t seem to notice him or Tiili, they just stepped out of their way and let them pass without as much as a look in their direction. The people standing in the line however did notice and voiced their displeasure loudly.

“Ghouls.” Tiili said as the door closed behind them. “They belong to the owner of the club and are instructed to let any kindred pass.”

“How do they recognise kindred?” Heero had to ask. If it had been any other night club he would have understood, just let the pale guys in without question, but here? Where nearly everyone was pale and dressed in goth.

Tiili shrugged and winced slightly as they walked into the main floor. “Fucking loud tech music.” She grumbled. “As for how they know a kindred from a mortal, I have no idea. Guess you have to ask Zechs about that, he’s the guy who owns this place. You’ll meet him soon enough.”

Heero nodded and looked around the main floor of the club. It was huge, several bars stood up against the walls, three large platforms hung from the ceiling in different heights and acting as dance floors, a staircase led up to the second floor balcony and another one led down to the basement. Music filled the air and Heero could feel the throb of the base vibrate against his chest and up through his legs from the floor. The place was packed with people entwined in the ecstasy that alcohol and music provided and the sweet smell of sweat and warm throbbing blood made Heero’s body hum in anticipation.

Tiili grinned behind her scarf as she picked up on her childes body language. She knew the feeling, she had gotten it the first time she’d entered the club despite the strain the techno music put on her hearing. Having keen hearing wasn’t always a good trait.

As they reached the second floor balcony Tiili headed for a flight of stairs that Heero hadn’t seen from the main floor. It was guarded by two bouncers who didn’t look at them as they passed, just continued with their conversation as if they hadn’t walked by them. Once on top of the stairs they went through a door that read VIP into something that looked like a gentlemen’s lounge from the early nineteen hundreds. Dark, but pleasant colours dominated, rich chesterfield furniture and mahogany tables, soft light and a relaxed atmosphere greeted them along with the many people inside. People that Heero realised had to be vampires if their skin colour had anything to say in the matter. He spotted Trowa who were sitting in a couch next to Quatre and Crystal, Wufei who was talking with a tall platinum blond guy with hair down to the small of his back and Tyrell who waved them over to a set of double doors. Tiili grinned and walked over to her boyfriend, her scarf now pulled down from her face, another indicator for Heero that there weren’t any mortals in the room. Tyrell opened one of the two doors and waved them through, stealing a quick kiss from Tiili as she walked by him.

“Just relax Heero.” Tiili said softly as she grabbed one of the chairs that stood along the wall and placed it at the end of the long table that stood in the middle of the room. “As I said earlier, you’ll be presented to the Prince, who’ll insist on you calling him Wintercoat, then he’ll ask the Primogen council, who will be present, if they accept you as my childe. They’ll say yes, of course, and you’ll have to recite the Traditions and your lineage. You know you are lucky that you can recite it as far back as your grandsire, I only have my sire and we don’t talk about him.” She added the last part hastily. “Then you’ll be presented to the Primogen council and after that your coterie.”

Heero opened his mouth to ask about what a coterie was, but before he even got to it he was pushed into the chair by Tiili just as the doors opened again and several people walked in. One by one they sat down in the chairs by the table and Heero wondered which one of them was the Prince. He was relieved to see Wufei, Trowa and Quatre sitting in the chairs by the wall, and Tyrell was in one by the sides of the table.

“Let’s get the formalities over with, shall we?” a large muscular guy with blue-grey lips and a hot red Mohawk asked as he looked down the table straight at Heero.

“Sure. Kay, everybody, I’d like you all to meet my Childe Yuy Heero.” Tiili said from behind him, her voice casual and not at all what he had thought she was going to say. He had imagined the meeting to be formal and a bit stiff and it seemed like some of the vampires sitting around the table wore long practised masks of patience.

“Right.” The guy with the Mohawk said, a lopsided grin on his bluish lips. “I am Prince Wintercoat of Chicago, clan Brujah. I’m happy to see that Tiili have finally found a guy worthy of being her Childe.” He chuckled and gave Tiili a wink, or at least Heero hoped that the wink was for Tiili. “There are six traditions that you have to respect, follow or at least not break. Masquerade, Domain, Progeny, Accounting, Hospitality and Destruction. I’m sure Tiili have stuffed these rules down your throat and that you understand the importance of them.”

Heero nodded solemnly, understanding the underlying threat in the last part of what he had said. Besides, he had no desire to go up against that man and he suspected that he would be dealing with him if he broke the rules. The guy looked anything but what he had though a vampire prince would look like. He was handsome with a medium muscular built body and Heero got a feeling that if it wasn’t for the obvious punked street wear and Mohawk then he would have fit straight in to his fathers company.

“Excellent!” Wintercoat grinned. “Then I’ll be happy to introduce you to the Primogen Council. First of we have Andrew of Clan Malkavian.” He gestured towards a fourteen year old boy, dressed in a large blue knitted sweater and a lab coat, who gave Heero a big wide grin and a wave. Heero noticed that the boy had one green and one blue eye and that he had grass sticking out from underneath his top hat.

“Trieze Kushrenada of clan Toreador.” A young man with the look of an aristocrat rose from his seat and bowed slightly to Heero. He was dressed impeccably in the latest from Milan or some other major fashion city Heero thought and was so fascinated by his split eyebrows that he almost forgot his manners but managed to pull him self together in time to give the man a respectful bow. Clear blue eyes glittered as the man recognised the Japanese way of greeting. “Konban wa Yuy. Hajimemashite. Dozo yoroshiku.” Trieze said silkily before he sat down, a pleased smile playing over his lips. “Aa, konban wa.” Heero managed to answer, somewhat perplexed over the flawless Japanese that the other man had spoken. It had not been what he had expected and he was starting to think that he was in for a lot of surprises that evening.

“Right!” Wintercoat muttered, shaking his head. “Next to Thousand-tongues in Dolce and Gabana you got the Wall Street Journal in Armani, Christopher Bryce of clan Ventrue.” A man in his thirties gave Heero a slight nod and he was given the impression of a man who was all business and no nonsense.

“You would of course know Tyrell of clan Gangrel as he shares your sire’s bed.” Wintercoat grinned and Tyrell flipped the blue lipped man the bird. Heero couldn’t help but grin at the Asian guy with the bleached blonde hair and his antics. “I think I’ve seen him around, yes.” He answered with a nod.

“There is an empty chair around this table, but don’t let that fool you. Cypher of clan Nosferatu prefers not to be seen, due to circumstances you will soon understand.” Wintercoat said once more serious. Heero blinked, not sure he understood at all. He had noticed the empty chair, but dismissed it as someone not having been able to show up. Now however there was someone sitting in the chair and he had to suppress the shiver of cold that ran down his spine. He did understand, quite clearly too. The man, at least he thought it was a man and the name had given him the impression the it was a man, looked nothing like he had ever seen before. It was horrid, deformed and disfigured, the skin in some places scales, in other places flaking off and leaving open wounds that oozed puss and matter. The eyes were watery and looked like they could slip out of their sockets at anytime. His fangs were so long that they reached down to his jaw and would have pierced the bottom lip if it hadn’t been for the fact that there was no bottom lip. “A pleasure I’m sure.” Cypher said, his voice incredibly hoarse and coarse.

“Nathaniel Ashcroft of clan Tremere.” Heero was just happy to shift his gaze over to the next vampire in the Council. A man in his thirties, dressed quite casual with square spectacles perched on the edge of his hooked nose and a thin lipped smile.

“And last but not least, Seth of clan Brujah.” The guy looked like he once had a natural tan skin tone and his long black hair and the clear native American features confirmed it. Heero noticed that he was dressed like he’d just gotten off his Harley, black leather and red bandana.

“Well that’s the Primogen Council.” Wintercoat said, leaning back in his chair. “Now there are a few more people of importance that you’ll need to know who are. Firstly my seneschal, Damien.” A young hot looking Latino teen pushed him self of the wall he had been leaning against. He gave Heero a crooked grin as he ran his fingers through his wildly spiked dark hair. “Pleased ta meet ya Heero. I’m Damien of clan Brujah. If ya ever need ta get a hold of my ass, check out the mosh pit in tha basement or tha skate park. Or ya can jus’ ask ya mom an’ she’ll give ya my number.” “Got ya.” Heero nodded, trying hard not to look too long at the muscular body underneath the tight tank and low hung skate shorts.

“Then you got Crystal of clan Toreador. She is our Keeper of Elysium” Wintercoat said and Heero recognised the blonde woman sitting in a chair by the wall from the circus. Today she was dressed in a pinstriped suit, high heels and her hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail. She gave him a warm smile. “It is good to see you again Heero, I hope that you have been well.” “Never better.” Heero answered politely.

“I won’t bother to introduce you to the city’s sheriff as you already know your sire, and since the scourge is in your coterie I’ll start with him and continue with the rest of them.” Wintercoat grinned. “Firstly you have Chang Wufei, he’s the scourge.” Heero nodded his head in greeting to the stoic Chinese vampire who in turn nodded back. “Then you have Quatre Raberba Winner of clan Toreador.” Quatre gave Heero a bright smile. “And I believe that I don’t need to tell you who Trowa is.” Wintercoat chuckled and Trowa snorted softly. “The last member of your coterie is Duo Maxwell, if someone can tell me if he’s here and if so where he is!” The Prince sighted.

“I’ll get him.” Quatre smiled, walked over to an empty dark spot by the door and knelt down. As he reached out his hand it was like the shadows melted away and a boy dressed in all black appeared. His head rested on top of his knees and all Heero could see was a mass of shining chestnut coloured hair that was pulled back in a thick braid and lay pooled on the floor like a coil of rope. Quatre’s touch on the boy’s shoulder made him look up and Heero felt his breath catch in his throat as vibrant violet eyes looked around the room.

“New crayons!” the boy exclaimed happily, his face breaking in a huge grin that made his violet eyes sparkle with joy. Quatre laughed and pulled the headphones out of the boy’s ears. “Duo, that’s Yuy Heero, the new member of our coterie.”

“I know, the dragon told me.” Duo said as he looked Heero up and down, his head tilted slightly to the side. “You can come an’ play with us, I don’t mind.” He smiled, getting up from the floor to stand and stretch. Heero felt his mouth go dry as Duo stretched, long sinew muscles flexing under the tight and torn long-sleeved tee, the thick braid swinging as a pendulum back and forth and drawing his gaze towards slim hips and a tight ass.

“Good, we’re done then. Now scram people! Get out of here!” Wintercoat said, interrupting Heero’s study of Duo’s ass and reminding him that he was in a room full of important vampires. He stood and walked out with his coterie, the rest of the vampires following after.

“You got off easy.” Trowa said as they gathered in a group. “I was grilled and scrutinized down to my last stripe.” Heero didn’t really know what to say about that, he had no idea why he had gotten off that easily and if he had to be completely honest with him self he did feel a slight disappointment as he had steeled him self for something more harsh.

“It’s probably because you are Tiili’s childe.” Quatre smiled. “I got of quite easily too because my sire is Crystal.” Heero frowned, not sure he liked what he had heard. “You see, Tiili, Wintercoat and Crystal have a history together. They were in the same coterie when they were neonates and anchillas and thus they trust each other with their lives. There is a reason that when Wintercoat became Prince of this city he gave Tiili and Crystal the positions that they have. He wanted someone he trusted in his inner circle and he knew that they would do their jobs without question and that he would not have to worry about them plotting against him.”

“Don’t look at it as Wintercoat let you off easily as a favour to Tiili. He let you off easily because he knew that Tiili would have trained you properly and thus didn’t need to have you verify it.” Quatre said, and Heero felt a bit easier at his words although it surprised him a bit that someone could place so much trust in another person.

“Hn, fine. But what is a coterie?” Heero asked, having been wondering about the term ever since Tiili had said it before the meeting. “A coterie is a group of vampires that will act as your family. They will look out for you and you will look out for them in return.” Wufei answered. “It is also a way to integrate new vampires, or fledglings as the correct term is, into the new world. The Prince decides what coterie the fledgling is to be place in and if there are a large number of fledglings in the city then he will create a new coterie consisting of the new ones.”

Heero nodded, realising that he had a lot to learn. “What is a Keeper of Elysium?” That had been another term he had wondered about. “Do you know what an Elysium is?” Quatre asked and Heero shook his head. “Elysium is places were vampires aren’t allowed to use their powers, sort of a free place where you don’t have to worry about getting stabbed in the back, at least not physically. There are a lot of Elysiums in the city and this place is one of them. The Keeper is a person who makes sure that the rules are obeyed and she is the organisator when it comes to what is happening in an Elysium or when a new Elysium is to be appointed.”

“This is boring.” Duo pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I want ta go wriggling with da worms in da mosh pit.” Heero raised an eyebrow as he tried to figure out what exactly the braided youth wanted to do. “I’m with you on that one.” Trowa grinned. “But it’s your turn to drag Wufei along.” He continued as he placed a hand on Heero’s shoulder. “Oh, Wuff wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Duo grinned dangerously.


The mosh pit was situated in the basement of Succubus and instead of the techno and rave that they played on the floor above, down here one would always find some kind of punk, mild metal music being played live. Once more Heero found himself assaulted by the throb of the music and the smell of the mortals high strung blood. His body responded to the stimuli in a way that made him feel slightly light headed as if he was supporting a light buzz. The others didn’t have to ask him twice to join them in the pit, the lure of the blood thrumming through the people dancing had him pulled into the throng without much persuasion.

For the first time in his life Heero felt free, anonymous bodies were pressed tight against him, sweat, heat and strong heart beats soon melted together with the music and seemed to take hold of him, moving him in time with the strong heavy beat. The darkness in the basement was only broken by strobe lights and the occasional flash of a coloured spotlight, everything timed to follow the hard pounding beat of the music.

A slim pair of arms wound them selves around Heero’s waist and he could feel the hard, muscular planes of a male chest pressed tightly against his back as he leaned into the touch. It felt quite liberating to just throw his inhibitions away and have the music take control of his body and not to mention how his body reacted to the smell of so many people high on each other. His fangs were steadily growing longer and he could feel how his hunger grew up to the point where he was ready to just turn in the arms that was holding him and sink his teeth into a throbbing vein.

“Predator on the hunt and the Labyrinth is the hunting ground.” A voice purred in Heero’s ear before a wet tongue flicked over his earlobe. The words caused Heero to shiver in delight although he didn’t quite understand what it said. He got the part of being a predator, he was at the top of the food chain and nobody could do anything about that, but what the talk about a labyrinth was he couldn’t quite phantom, not that it mattered anyways. All that mattered was the heavy beat of the music and the bodies pressed tightly against him, all free for picking.

Turing around lazily, Heero was a bit surprised when he found a pair of heavy lidded, violet eyes looking at him with undisguisable lust. Full lips parted and he could just about make out a pair of fangs that gleamed in the flashing lights as the arms around his waist tightened.

“Predator with wings of black hunts in the Labyrinth for life’s blood.” Duo purred into Heero’s ear. “You’r hungry, eat!” Heero swallowed, his mouth suddenly parched and dry as a dessert. The violet eyed Malkavian was slowly moving them out of the pit, not that Heero noticed, he was too busy with trying not to drown in the cardinal urges that ran rampant over his system.


The Labyrinth hadn’t been a metaphor Heero realised as he five minutes later were following the lure of a braid down narrow corridors that were only lit with black light. Just enough light to be able to see where you were going but noting else. Duo had pulled him through a dark doorway once they were out of the mosh pit and now he was trying to remember all the turns that they had taken. The sound of the mosh pit was just a faint throb that couldn’t silence the sound of what was going on in the hidden rooms along the corridors. Moans and panting mixed with the heavy smell of sex, hushed arguments over the price of drugs being illegally sold, muffled cries of pain followed with the scent of fresh blood and steel, it all assaulted Heero’s system until he was thoroughly confused.

Duo turned and walked through a doorway, into a room where four elder teens were lounging against a huge pile of pillows strewn on the floor. A water pipe that smelled sweetly of apple tobacco stood in the middle, the muzzle passed lazily between the boys and girls. They all looked up as Duo and Heero walked in, somewhat surprised, but it melted away into delight as Duo flopped down on to the pillows, reaching for the water pipe muzzle.

One of the girls got up and walked over to Heero, her hips swaying seductively as she ran her fingers down her neck and chest, long black painted nails scraping slightly. She was a sweet thing, like a porcelain doll dressed like a Japanese gothic Lolita, all frills and delicate lace. Heero gave Duo a quizzical look and the violet eyed vampire grinned back, fangs glinting duly in the softer light that dominated in the room.

“Butterfly.” Duo called. “I’ll burn your wings, my friend prefers stronger nectar.” The girl bowed her head slightly and walked over, sitting down besides Duo and exposing her neck to him as one of the boys reached out his hand towards Heero. Heero wasn’t exactly sure of what he was supposed to do but let the blonde boy pull him down on to the pillows. The blonde was dressed like a typical raver, slightly futuristic look and colours that showed well under black light, his blonde hair striped with white.

“It’s alright.” The blonde said softly as if he sensed Heero’s insecurity. “We won’t tell, we can’t. It’s by choice.” He breathed against Heero’s ear just as the smell of fresh blood attacked his nose and without really thinking he grabbed a hold of the blonde’s shoulders, pulled him into his lap and sunk his teeth into the jugular vein. Heero didn’t hear the soft cry of ecstasy that escaped the blonde’s lips over the rush of blood in his ears. Sweet coppery blood washed over his tongue, sending his system into overdrive. Everything up until now had been one long teasing foreplay and now Heero wanted it all as it came crashing down. Clawing against the blonde’s black he managed to get a hold of the fabric of the shirt and rip it off, exposing fresh slowly bleeding claw marks but it wasn’t enough, not by a long shot. Now that he no longer felt the hunger he slowly lapped at the wound drawing long lustful moans out of the blonde who was weakly pulling on the back of Heero’s shirt, trying to get it off. Moving back slightly he raised his arms, allowing for his shirt to be pulled off and noticed that the violet eyed vampire had moved on to the other boy, lazily licking blood from a wound at the base of the boy’s throat while holding him with his back against his chest all the while watching Heero under heavy eyelids.

The sight went straight to Heero’s groin and he growled low in his throat, grabbing a hold of the blonde by the neck and yanked him roughly back, his tongue automatically licking away the blood that had trailed down said neck from the wound. Soft whimpers of delight could be heard from the blonde, whimpers that turned into a cry of pleasure as Heero ground their groins together. Heero hissed as the contact sent waves of pleasure along his nerves. It was mind blowing, the taste of blood and sweat mixed together with the scent of sex and ecstasy. A feral growl tore from his throat as his desire built and he pushed the blonde down on his back in order to make the friction more satisfying. All too soon it all came crashing down, Heero’s vision going white as the strongest climax he had ever experienced tore through him, blinding him. A howl of pure rapture was torn from Heero’s throat, echoing through the corridors of the labyrinth.



Tiili tilted her head slightly as she walked up from the basement, a slight frown forming on her forehead. Straining her ears she listened carefully excluding all other noise from the sanctuary and only focusing on the sound she was listening for. “She’s gone! The wyrm has taken her!” the words were hard to distinguish, she barely heard it, but it was there. Dread filled her as she listened and seconds later she was out the front door, eyes scanning the sky. “No!” she breathed, shaking her head in denial. But the evidence was right there in front of her eyes, bathing the earth in a blood red light.

“Where’s the fire?” Heero asked as he came walking out of the main house, having heard the ruckus Tiili had made in her haste to get out. Tiili just whimpered and pointed to the sky, more precisely, the moon, the blood red moon. “We’re fucked…..”

Tbc…
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