Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Series ❯ Eternal Kiss ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Another change, but one I think you, my readers, will be able to live with and enjoy. First things first, the series of stories has officially become a single story, each part is a chapter, and the title of each is the chapter title. That means I need a name for the overall series, as Eternal Series no longer reflects the reality of the contents, and if I leave open a chapter title I'd love suggestions as to what it should be called. Second, I'm going to give this story a real header, though this will be the only part that has it.

Chapter Name: Eternal Kiss

Rating: Overall NC17 (each chapter will have a note with warnings)

Pairings: It involves Heero and Duo, how I'm not sure yet. Others are unknown at this time.

Warning: This part there is very little. Overall there are vampire themes, bloodletting, blood drinking, blood fun (is the only word I can think of to describe it at this point), sexual relationships (perhaps graphic), violence (most likely graphic), strong language, and overall generally disturbing themes.

Eternal Kiss

You think I'm the fool, but I'm not. You think I'm too careless, but I'm not. You think there's nothing more to me than a mouth, a jokester, you're wrong. What I am...what I am is helpless before the bright shining light which burns within you, and I'm so afraid to taint you that I dare not approach, dare not think of what you could be, of the salvation you may present. God have mercy on me, although he hath forsaken me, of that I am sure, at the first bittersweet drop of the elixir, the lifeblood. You are too much for me to handle, if only you knew...

I know you better than you know yourself, than perhaps I know even me. I hear your heart beat faster when your eyes stray too long my way, I feel the hitch in your breath as if I had pressed my cool, pale hand to your bare chest. I see the fear seize you for just a few quick seconds before a mission, stretching your body taunt and catching your breath, and then you release it and you've replaced that natural born fear with the taught detachment of a killer, but even that slips in the heat of battle and the primal urges of man show your desire and lust for the killing. I even see after the fight, as your adrenaline slows and so does the blood thundering through your veins, the thick disgust for the war, for the death and the killing and the missions and for yourself. I see despair and heartache for everything you've done, I feel your anguish as surely as if it were mine.

Then you bury yourself in a world where nothing can reach you, where everything falls in its proper place and you have full control, where you're truly the strongest and the quickest and most importantly, a world were the death is nothing but words, there are no images, no life fled corpses, no rotting bodies, no blood and gore and pain, no screams of the dying and wounded, no tears, no feeling, no emotions.

I see you hunched over that laptop as if it were your lifeline sometimes, sometimes but not all times, other times you're working on your gundam, finding solace and understanding and peace in ironically your tool of destruction. But it makes sense, there's the control, the understanding, you can make everything right with the world because you are in complete control of your weapon. You understand every nuance of it, how it works, why it stops, what makes it run and what makes it run better. You reflect sadly this is nothing like you, because you don't know what makes you run, you don't know what will make you work better, what will make you cold and empty like this machine, what will allow you to be what you have been told you need to be.

I want to take you in my arms then, when I see that, take you in my arms and hold you tightly and press light kisses against your brow, to your flushed cheeks, against your lips until I taste you in my mouth, until I feel you respond to my hungry want. But I know it won't end there, my lips will travel down, my tongue will touch your throat, I'll tell myself that I won't do this even as my teeth press into your skin and I will hear the skin give beneath my sharp teeth.

You'll make a soft sound at the touch, perhaps a low moan, and then I'll be lapping at your throat, tasting the hot sweet blood that gives you your life and is now giving me mine, and soon you'll probably begin to struggle because the horror of what has happened will dawn on you. I'll be forced to tighten my arms around your thin body, to show you that despite all your strength the fool has bested you, and then I won't know if I will quit, if that first sip of blood will lead to the last, if your last shuddering breath will be no less fearful than the first.

So I'll choose to be content and just sit back, to tell Shinigami to wait because soon I'll take you in my arms, soon you'll know my kiss. Perhaps you'll even desire it, you'll want this kiss again and again, want the kiss of a true killer, of a wraith that brings death again and again not for the mission and not always for survival but for that sweet taste of life and control and even fear. Or maybe I'll cheat Shinigami; maybe I'll deliver you to his waiting arms, only to bring you back again into mine, mine forever, denying him eternity with you. The fool will have the last laugh then.

And as your cold dead eyes fall on me I'll know what you do not, that no matter how much you try, your facing death when you look at me, and you'll never match what I have, never match what I am, never in your current form. So I'll put on my mask for you, I'll smile for you, I'll make you angry, I'll make you sigh, I'll make you frustrated and impatient, all for you. But I'll be careful, I'll wait, I'll bide my time. After all, I'm a creature of many centuries; I can wait several more decades before you feel my eternal kiss...