Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eternity Reborn ❯ Chapter 6: The Mind's Eyes ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.27.2008 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.27.2008 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
Eternity Reborn
Chapter 6: The Mind's Eyes
(Quatre)
When I woke up in the morning, having spent the night in the Slayers' Headquarters, I felt a little depressed for some odd reason at the fact that I would be leaving in a short time. I'd be returning back to Duo and my imminent life of solitude. I still couldn't comprehend exactly what Heero had meant about Trowa's interest in me. What did that mean, being interested in someone, liking them? I thought that perhaps Duo would be able to better explain it to me. He did seem to be more experienced in that area, after all. I was already on my way out, intent on sneaking away without the occupants of the mansion waking up. My plan was foiled when I was held back by the sound of Trowa's voice. I sighed briefly as he spoke, unsure of how to feel about the young were-leopard yet.
“Quatre? You're leaving already?” he asked, voice filled with confusion and a tinge of regret. It seemed like he was unsure if he should even be regretting my leaving. I found I couldn't keep a tiny smile from creeping onto my lips.
“Yes, well, I have to be getting back to Duo. I've been away for too long already. I'm almost certain he'll be pulling his hair out frantically and throwing things by now. He's not the patient type, you see,” I tried to explain humorously, grinning as the all too possible image of Duo doing just what I'd described popped into my mind. I was sure that he'd be overcome with panic and anxiety awaiting Heero's answer.
It really was too bad that the answer Duo was so hoping for, was not the one he would be getting. Heero was so confused about the emotions that were warring with his instincts. I'd felt the opposing urges fighting within Heero the night before after I'd delivered Duo's invitation. His heart was entirely too eager to meet up with its old mate, more so even that Heero himself was ready to accept. Duo would just have to wait until he was ready to let his heart call the shots.
“Why go back at all?” Trowa wondered quietly, breaking me from my train of thought.
“What do you mean?” I questioned incredulously in reply. Not go back? That was a completely preposterous notion.
“Well, why go back to that? You don't have to return to him. Nothing's binding you to that monster. He has no control over you here, so why not stay here and be free?” he elaborated as if it was the most obvious conclusion, his voice giving away some enthusiasm at his plan. I felt an uncontrollable and sudden surge of resentment. How dare he assume that I was being held against my will? As if anyone, even vampires, would be idiotic enough to try and hold a Seer captive. As if Duo would be so cruel to the one he has labeled 'friend'. I was so furious.
“Duo is not a monster,” I replied curtly with no room for argument, certain that my eyes were flashing with anger. Duo was my friend, he'd said so himself; he was my only one in fact. I tried hard to portray my displeasure, hoping that my face was showing a nasty scowl. I assumed that it'd worked as I sensed Trowa's rounded, speckled ears lower, flattening against his awkwardly styled hair in shame.
Abruptly, I was struck with wave upon wave of sheer ecstasy followed by an unsteady flow of frantic panic and frustration as another of Heero's 'dreams' crashed through my sensitive psyche. It had happened several times during the night as well, so I was becoming quite accustomed to it by then. I could feel my face heating with an obvious blush as my mind's eye was assaulted with explicit imagery of Heero and Duo's times together in the past. The passionate scenes were followed by the swift, stomping footfalls across the floor above us and down the enormous, wooden staircase. Heero was awake.
Speaking of the devil; he'd just arrived in the room where Trowa and I had been lingering. The aura of utter fury that surrounded him nearly pushed me physically out of his way. I stepped back slightly, instinctively, like one might dodge a raging bull.
“Good morning Heero,” I greeted far too pleasantly, knowing full well the foul mood that he'd put himself in. I grinned warmly in his direction, thoroughly enjoying his uncomfortable state. I could hear him snort derisively and I could feel his frigid glare burning into me.
He stalked purposefully from the room and directly into another. There was an immediate clatter heard as Heero vented his frustrations destructively. I sensed Trowa jump not expecting the loud noise, having absolutely no idea what Heero's problem was this early in the morning. I snickered to myself, having already established the exact reason for the childish behavior. Trowa and I were treated to Heero's colourful string of curses and more thumping sounds before he finally returned to the room.
“You tell Shinigami that I'll be there, with a party in tow, so he'll need to set several plates with 'real' food for us. There are no promises; we will see where this leads us. Trowa, stop making eyes at the Seer and follow me. Goodbye now Mr. Winner,” he rants swiftly, his words coming out rushed and breathless as he tried to tug Trowa away unsuccessfully. I laughed inwardly at his emphasis on the word 'real'. Wouldn't he be shocked to see Duo eating with fork and knife, just the same as himself? He had most definitely never met a vampire of Duo's caliber before. He would be shocked indeed.
“Goodbye and thank you for your hospitality,” I spoke politely bending in a grateful bow. Trowa gasped in disbelief as I reached for the knob and opened the humongous door without fumbling. I assumed he still couldn't comprehend that even though I appeared blind, I could 'see'. The warmth of the morning sun shone on my face as I stepped gracefully out of the house, shutting the door behind myself before heading on my way back to my own home. Traffic passed next to me sluggishly and I meandered leisurely. Duo could wait just a little longer. The anticipation wouldn't kill him, at least I hoped it wouldn't.
I'd barely just come through the door to the mansion I called home when I was very nearly bowled over by an overly exuberant Duo as he pounced on top of me, a barrage of questions on his tongue.
“Are you okay? Where were you? What did Heero say? Did they do anything to you?” he interrogated rapidly, his voice on the verge of panicked. It did warm me though, knowing that he had been concerned about me. A perk of the friendship, I supposed.
“Well, they did ravish me brutally in revenge for the destruction you caused at the their headquarters, even taking turns until I begged desperately for mercy,” I recounted with a completely blank expression and perfectly serious tone. Duo nearly fainted as the words were processed in his mind. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head.
“They what!?” he yelled incredulously, voice shaking a little in barely contained horror. I couldn't contain my grin any longer; it seemed kind of cruel to play such a trick on him, but I couldn't help myself.
“I'm kidding Duo. I am perfectly fine, but thank you for your concern. I just spent the night on their hospitality. I was exhausted after I reached their headquarters. You know, not all of us are gifted with the stamina of a three thousand year old vampire,” I quipped, grinning widely. I was putting off the news that he so desperately wanted to hear for just a few extra moments, basking in his excitement. He appeared so relieved that I was fine, but anxiety was still mirrored in his aura.
“And his answer? Will he attend?” his voice was shallow with worry as he finally asked the question I knew he would. I could imagine see him praying, pleading with any and every deity he could conjure in his mind that the answer to his inquiry would be 'yes'. I couldn't help, but smile.
“After much deliberation and some 'gentle' coaxing from his nightly visions, he's agreed to come, with an entourage, of course,” I answered with a wink, delivering the message he'd been begging to hear. Duo deflated considerably in relief before refilling with excitement instead. He let free a stress-filled breath that he'd probably been holding since I'd walked out the door the day before, then he was hugging me unexpectedly.
“Thank you so much Quatre! You're wonderful, the best friend a man could have,” he exclaimed loudly as he kissed each of my cheeks happily and bounced about animatedly, arms still around me. I slowly raised my own limbs to embrace him. I'd never done that before, hugged someone. No one had ever been brave enough to touch me before, not even my own family for the most part.
Duo seemed all too human when he was like that, as if he weren't a three thousand year old immortal being of darkness. He exuded beauty, life, and 'humanity'. I was envious that Heero would get to spend the rest of his life with such an amazing creature as Duo Maxwell.
(MEANWHILE... At the Slayers' Headquarters)
(Heero)
The dreams had to stop. I could have sworn I was going insane, his amethyst eyes reflected on the backs of my eyelids every time I closed my eyes even for just a moment. I couldn't get his moans out of my head; whispers, caresses, screams of ecstasy echoing in my mind repeatedly. I couldn't concentrate on anything. What the hell was happening to me?
I was once calm and collected, but now I couldn't seem to get him out of my thoughts, my mind refusing to allow me any peace. I should have killed the blasted vampire when I'd had the chance. He was doing something to me, mesmerizing me, like he was in the back of my consciousness, hypnotizing and tempting me with whispered incentives. I needed to focus on my work, preparations for the inevitably approaching war between humanity and the undead. We would be enemies anyway, hell we were enemies already, so there was no chance for anything to happen between him and I.
Besides, what did I think I was going to accomplish by being with him? What could I possibly do? Should I just sleep with him to keep the dreams at bay? Would that even work? If it came down to it, could I bring myself to sleep with him, the enemy? Would I be able to live with myself, knowing that I had let a vampire use me?
Or was I using him, using his seemingly sincere admission of love for me? I didn't understand that either. I didn't even want to think about it. How could he possibly love me? Did he even know me? How could he? He didn't know the hardships I'd been through. He didn't know my fears, my pain, or my dreams. He knew absolutely nothing about the rage, the torments, the nightmares that I had to hide myself from, locking myself away within my own mind.
He knew a body like mine, a face like mine, a familiar frame and appearance, but nothing more. Did he know about the tiny spot on my neck that made goosebumps spread oven my skin like wildfire? Was that something that the other Heero and I shared as well? He couldn't possibly know. We couldn't possibly be that similar, the Heero of two thousand years ago and I. History wouldn't repeat itself so completely, would it?
Was he even who he said he was? Would a Seer lie to me on his behalf? I'd read that book about Shinigami over and over, dozens of times and I still had no answers to any of my many questions. He'd been so cruel, killing with no remorse, destroying lives while laughing. Had he really locked my former self away in a tower somewhere to rot? Give me a break. Was my former self really that much of a pussy? As if I would have let some little prince of vampires lock me up to be his love slave. Maybe my former self had caved to his whims, letting Shinigami fuck him whenever the twisted vampire wanted, but I was not the Heero of the past. I was not the same coward that he was; I wouldn't let Shinigami have me, not like that. I was not some wimp, quivering in fear under his power. I would not be used.
I was in a rather stormy mood the day Quatre had left, thoughts of the gorgeous violet-eyed creature spinning around inside my psyche. Doubts had formed in my mind about his claims to love me and my heart had been trying to convince me otherwise all day. I refused to believe that I was once in love with a vampire, no matter how my heart skipped a beat whenever someone mentioned his name. My thoughts whirled about like a hurricane and I slammed my fist in frustrated anger against the door frame, the wood groaning in protest under the onslaught of my rage. The more I thought about his pompous arrogance, the more pissed off I became. How dare he assume I would hand myself over to him like some rutting whore!? How dare he act as if he deserved to own me just because I existed!?
Trowa and Wufei steered clear of me that whole day, the black, storm cloud above my head warning them to keep their distance for their own health and sanity. It only served to piss me off even more. I'd lost my appetite with the increase in my frustration and I found myself heading for bed early that evening without dinner.
I felt completely helpless as I fell onto my plush mattress, a heavy sigh of angst pouring from my lips. There was only one more day left until I would be forced to attend the vampire's dinner party. I laughed out sharply, bitterly as I thought of it. Dinner; what a ridiculous notion? A vampire's dinner was not what I'd like to ingest the next evening, but I'd given my word and I never went back on my word. I wondered idly if they would be serving blood as the main course, if so, what would the first courses entail?
I slipped into sleep fitfully, tossing and turning restlessly after only a few moments, one of 'those' dreams already beginning.
His eyes looked frightened and determined as he shifted uncomfortably beneath me, his beautiful hair haloing his head on the white of the sheets under him. I licked hungry lips and leaned in to kiss him passionately, my tongue pressing through his rosy lips insistently to wedge between two sharp fangs. I sought out his own tongue, teasing it, battling the wet muscle. He was lovely, his dark amethyst irises glowing ethereally with lust, shadowing the obvious nervousness beneath as I pulled back, breaking our heated kiss for breath, oxygen becoming a necessity I'd never wished to be gone before then.
He struggled desperately to push me off of him, attempting to switch our positions and take control of the situation, but I refused to allow it, pressing him forcefully back into the mattress, the springs squeeking in slight protest to the rough movements. I pinned him under my body, using my broader frame to my advantage. He fought against me halfheartedly, persistence flashing within the brilliant indigo depths of his inhuman eyes.
I pushed his pale, milky, smooth thighs apart gently, spreading him before me. His flesh was unmarred as he let me do it with only the barest amount of stubborn reluctance. I would have him, one way or another.
I moved my mouth down his neck, sucking and caressing the pale throat expertly before trailing on down to his sharp collarbone and lithe chest, sliding an eager tongue over the dips and curves to twist around a pert nipple. Drawing the dusky nub between my teeth carefully and tugging with light pressure, he arched reflexively in hardly restrained pleasure. I allowed my rough fingertips to tease over his hardened shaft, hoping to distract him enough so that I might be able to prepare him without much pain.
I switched my mouth to the other nipple, laving the same amount of attention on that one as well, my tongue swirling over the peaked nub. I smiled against the flawless skin as he moaned my name softly, his voice husky and his breath becoming more and more labored as I traveled lower along his taught body. I trailed my moist tongue down his slender abdomen, dipping playfully inside his navel before moving on to his jutting hip bone and creamy thighs. His hands curled into my short, choppy, chocolate hair as I breathed over the glistening head of his erection. His pelvis thrust up instinctively towards my open mouth as I licked my suddenly dry lips once more.
I leaned down, using my elbows to steady myself on the squishy material of the bed and took the turgid flesh of his cock into my searing mouth, suckling on just the tip gently and licking the precum greedily from the slit. He hissed blissfully and moaned out loudly as I swallowed his manhood after only a short time.
While he was successfully distracted, I swiftly and expertly lubed a few of the fingers on my right hand and pressed one slim digit into him before he had a chance to realize what had happened. The finger slid in with little resistance and I hummed in appreciation around his slick shaft. He squirmed, his hips jerking slightly as I pulled the finger out slowly and pushed it back in quickly, searching for the spot I knew to be there. He wiggled a bit more, getting used to the new sensation and something sounding suspiciously like the word 'more' whispered through his lips. I was only too happy to oblige.
I sat back on my haunches for a moment, catching my lost breath and taking the time to watch as a second finger disappeared with the first inside of his overheated channel. I smirked triumphantly as the two well-lubed digits slid together, meeting no more than a minute amount of resistance. He was gasping and moaning softly as he began to push himself onto my fingers, thrusting his ass back against my hand. I stared in proud satisfaction. He had been so afraid of this.
“You're being so submissive,” I whispered, my tone sultry and filled with lust as I moved back up his body to kiss him once more. His eyes opened halfway and he bared indignant fangs at me. I couldn't hold back a soft chuckle as I thrust a third finger into his no longer virgin tightness. He arched his back, forcing my fingers in deeper while throwing his head to the side, reddish-chestnut locks sticking to his sweaty forehead.
I bent my fingers upwards slightly, searching. He yelped in surprised pleasure as the tips of my fingers found purchase on his prostate gland. I grinned wolfishly before pulling my fingers from within him roughly before swiftly lubricating my own achingly erect manhood.
I spread his thighs wider and maneuvered his legs to rest easily atop my broad, toned shoulders. He looked a little confused at first and then scared as he realized just what exactly I was about to do. I hovered over him, our eyes meeting, amethyst clash with my own Prussian blue. I tried to reassure him with my gaze as he pleads with me not to hurt him within the depths of his beautiful orbs.
I positioned my penis at the rosy ring of flesh and pressed forward painfully slowly, closing my eyes in concentration. Sweat clung to our skin as I took as much time as I possibly could to enter him gently, forcing my body to refuse the urge to thrust harshly into him. The reddened crown of my shaft slipped inside him, the muscles stretching to accommodate my girth as I slid farther into him, hissing at the tightness of his ass. His sharp incisors bit into his cherry lips, drawing blood as I seated myself within his willing body.
His eyes closed as I pushed all the way in, his fingernails scraping against my arms as he breathed through whatever pain he felt. I let his legs fall from my shoulders gently and bent to tenderly kiss his bloodied lips, savoring the metallic tang of the crimson liquid. As I broke the kiss, he didn't push me away, instead burying his face into my neck. I moaned as I began to thrust into him shallowly, cautiously making my way deeper into his heat with each thrust, watching for signs of discomfort in his expression.
As our hearts started to beat faster and our breathing quickened, I pushed harder into him, the tip of my cock hitting deeper within him, bumping against his prostate over and over again. He wrapped his legs around my waist of his own accord, the soft flesh flush against my back and sides. He began thrusting back against me, bringing us dangerously closer to the brink of orgasm.
I reached a hand between the slick press of our joined bodies, snaking it down to his neglected erection, wrapping my fingers around the heavy appendage. i stroked it in time with our thrusting, hoping to bring him over the edge with me.
I could feel him stiffening under me, his body going taught, his velvety inner walls squeezing my member impossibly tighter and convulsing around me as his climax crashed through him. I groaned out loudly as I thrust inside of him deeply and shot my heated seed within him, coating the walls of his insides as his own essence splashed against our stomachs and chests stickily, my hand stilling on his now fading erection. I felt the searing of white hot pain as it bloomed from the two miniature pinpricks of his incisors on the left side of my neck just over my pulse, his tongue lapping at the blood that floods from the tiny wounds. I was consumed with pleasure.
I sat up abruptly in bed, breathing heavily and half-hard, sweat drenching my bedclothes and sheets. I threw the sheets from my body angrily, shoving my fingers shakily through my disheveled hair in frustrated want. How had he affected me so much? I couldn't even think anymore. Those dreams, fantasies were getting progressively worse. My heart fluttered within my chest excitedly and I realized just how sorely I wanted him. I couldn't believe the amount of passion with which I wanted him either. I wanted him so completely that it was becoming debilitating.
And suddenly, I couldn't wait to see his beautiful face again.
TBC...
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Angel
Chapter 6: The Mind's Eyes
(Quatre)
When I woke up in the morning, having spent the night in the Slayers' Headquarters, I felt a little depressed for some odd reason at the fact that I would be leaving in a short time. I'd be returning back to Duo and my imminent life of solitude. I still couldn't comprehend exactly what Heero had meant about Trowa's interest in me. What did that mean, being interested in someone, liking them? I thought that perhaps Duo would be able to better explain it to me. He did seem to be more experienced in that area, after all. I was already on my way out, intent on sneaking away without the occupants of the mansion waking up. My plan was foiled when I was held back by the sound of Trowa's voice. I sighed briefly as he spoke, unsure of how to feel about the young were-leopard yet.
“Quatre? You're leaving already?” he asked, voice filled with confusion and a tinge of regret. It seemed like he was unsure if he should even be regretting my leaving. I found I couldn't keep a tiny smile from creeping onto my lips.
“Yes, well, I have to be getting back to Duo. I've been away for too long already. I'm almost certain he'll be pulling his hair out frantically and throwing things by now. He's not the patient type, you see,” I tried to explain humorously, grinning as the all too possible image of Duo doing just what I'd described popped into my mind. I was sure that he'd be overcome with panic and anxiety awaiting Heero's answer.
It really was too bad that the answer Duo was so hoping for, was not the one he would be getting. Heero was so confused about the emotions that were warring with his instincts. I'd felt the opposing urges fighting within Heero the night before after I'd delivered Duo's invitation. His heart was entirely too eager to meet up with its old mate, more so even that Heero himself was ready to accept. Duo would just have to wait until he was ready to let his heart call the shots.
“Why go back at all?” Trowa wondered quietly, breaking me from my train of thought.
“What do you mean?” I questioned incredulously in reply. Not go back? That was a completely preposterous notion.
“Well, why go back to that? You don't have to return to him. Nothing's binding you to that monster. He has no control over you here, so why not stay here and be free?” he elaborated as if it was the most obvious conclusion, his voice giving away some enthusiasm at his plan. I felt an uncontrollable and sudden surge of resentment. How dare he assume that I was being held against my will? As if anyone, even vampires, would be idiotic enough to try and hold a Seer captive. As if Duo would be so cruel to the one he has labeled 'friend'. I was so furious.
“Duo is not a monster,” I replied curtly with no room for argument, certain that my eyes were flashing with anger. Duo was my friend, he'd said so himself; he was my only one in fact. I tried hard to portray my displeasure, hoping that my face was showing a nasty scowl. I assumed that it'd worked as I sensed Trowa's rounded, speckled ears lower, flattening against his awkwardly styled hair in shame.
Abruptly, I was struck with wave upon wave of sheer ecstasy followed by an unsteady flow of frantic panic and frustration as another of Heero's 'dreams' crashed through my sensitive psyche. It had happened several times during the night as well, so I was becoming quite accustomed to it by then. I could feel my face heating with an obvious blush as my mind's eye was assaulted with explicit imagery of Heero and Duo's times together in the past. The passionate scenes were followed by the swift, stomping footfalls across the floor above us and down the enormous, wooden staircase. Heero was awake.
Speaking of the devil; he'd just arrived in the room where Trowa and I had been lingering. The aura of utter fury that surrounded him nearly pushed me physically out of his way. I stepped back slightly, instinctively, like one might dodge a raging bull.
“Good morning Heero,” I greeted far too pleasantly, knowing full well the foul mood that he'd put himself in. I grinned warmly in his direction, thoroughly enjoying his uncomfortable state. I could hear him snort derisively and I could feel his frigid glare burning into me.
He stalked purposefully from the room and directly into another. There was an immediate clatter heard as Heero vented his frustrations destructively. I sensed Trowa jump not expecting the loud noise, having absolutely no idea what Heero's problem was this early in the morning. I snickered to myself, having already established the exact reason for the childish behavior. Trowa and I were treated to Heero's colourful string of curses and more thumping sounds before he finally returned to the room.
“You tell Shinigami that I'll be there, with a party in tow, so he'll need to set several plates with 'real' food for us. There are no promises; we will see where this leads us. Trowa, stop making eyes at the Seer and follow me. Goodbye now Mr. Winner,” he rants swiftly, his words coming out rushed and breathless as he tried to tug Trowa away unsuccessfully. I laughed inwardly at his emphasis on the word 'real'. Wouldn't he be shocked to see Duo eating with fork and knife, just the same as himself? He had most definitely never met a vampire of Duo's caliber before. He would be shocked indeed.
“Goodbye and thank you for your hospitality,” I spoke politely bending in a grateful bow. Trowa gasped in disbelief as I reached for the knob and opened the humongous door without fumbling. I assumed he still couldn't comprehend that even though I appeared blind, I could 'see'. The warmth of the morning sun shone on my face as I stepped gracefully out of the house, shutting the door behind myself before heading on my way back to my own home. Traffic passed next to me sluggishly and I meandered leisurely. Duo could wait just a little longer. The anticipation wouldn't kill him, at least I hoped it wouldn't.
I'd barely just come through the door to the mansion I called home when I was very nearly bowled over by an overly exuberant Duo as he pounced on top of me, a barrage of questions on his tongue.
“Are you okay? Where were you? What did Heero say? Did they do anything to you?” he interrogated rapidly, his voice on the verge of panicked. It did warm me though, knowing that he had been concerned about me. A perk of the friendship, I supposed.
“Well, they did ravish me brutally in revenge for the destruction you caused at the their headquarters, even taking turns until I begged desperately for mercy,” I recounted with a completely blank expression and perfectly serious tone. Duo nearly fainted as the words were processed in his mind. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head.
“They what!?” he yelled incredulously, voice shaking a little in barely contained horror. I couldn't contain my grin any longer; it seemed kind of cruel to play such a trick on him, but I couldn't help myself.
“I'm kidding Duo. I am perfectly fine, but thank you for your concern. I just spent the night on their hospitality. I was exhausted after I reached their headquarters. You know, not all of us are gifted with the stamina of a three thousand year old vampire,” I quipped, grinning widely. I was putting off the news that he so desperately wanted to hear for just a few extra moments, basking in his excitement. He appeared so relieved that I was fine, but anxiety was still mirrored in his aura.
“And his answer? Will he attend?” his voice was shallow with worry as he finally asked the question I knew he would. I could imagine see him praying, pleading with any and every deity he could conjure in his mind that the answer to his inquiry would be 'yes'. I couldn't help, but smile.
“After much deliberation and some 'gentle' coaxing from his nightly visions, he's agreed to come, with an entourage, of course,” I answered with a wink, delivering the message he'd been begging to hear. Duo deflated considerably in relief before refilling with excitement instead. He let free a stress-filled breath that he'd probably been holding since I'd walked out the door the day before, then he was hugging me unexpectedly.
“Thank you so much Quatre! You're wonderful, the best friend a man could have,” he exclaimed loudly as he kissed each of my cheeks happily and bounced about animatedly, arms still around me. I slowly raised my own limbs to embrace him. I'd never done that before, hugged someone. No one had ever been brave enough to touch me before, not even my own family for the most part.
Duo seemed all too human when he was like that, as if he weren't a three thousand year old immortal being of darkness. He exuded beauty, life, and 'humanity'. I was envious that Heero would get to spend the rest of his life with such an amazing creature as Duo Maxwell.
(MEANWHILE... At the Slayers' Headquarters)
(Heero)
The dreams had to stop. I could have sworn I was going insane, his amethyst eyes reflected on the backs of my eyelids every time I closed my eyes even for just a moment. I couldn't get his moans out of my head; whispers, caresses, screams of ecstasy echoing in my mind repeatedly. I couldn't concentrate on anything. What the hell was happening to me?
I was once calm and collected, but now I couldn't seem to get him out of my thoughts, my mind refusing to allow me any peace. I should have killed the blasted vampire when I'd had the chance. He was doing something to me, mesmerizing me, like he was in the back of my consciousness, hypnotizing and tempting me with whispered incentives. I needed to focus on my work, preparations for the inevitably approaching war between humanity and the undead. We would be enemies anyway, hell we were enemies already, so there was no chance for anything to happen between him and I.
Besides, what did I think I was going to accomplish by being with him? What could I possibly do? Should I just sleep with him to keep the dreams at bay? Would that even work? If it came down to it, could I bring myself to sleep with him, the enemy? Would I be able to live with myself, knowing that I had let a vampire use me?
Or was I using him, using his seemingly sincere admission of love for me? I didn't understand that either. I didn't even want to think about it. How could he possibly love me? Did he even know me? How could he? He didn't know the hardships I'd been through. He didn't know my fears, my pain, or my dreams. He knew absolutely nothing about the rage, the torments, the nightmares that I had to hide myself from, locking myself away within my own mind.
He knew a body like mine, a face like mine, a familiar frame and appearance, but nothing more. Did he know about the tiny spot on my neck that made goosebumps spread oven my skin like wildfire? Was that something that the other Heero and I shared as well? He couldn't possibly know. We couldn't possibly be that similar, the Heero of two thousand years ago and I. History wouldn't repeat itself so completely, would it?
Was he even who he said he was? Would a Seer lie to me on his behalf? I'd read that book about Shinigami over and over, dozens of times and I still had no answers to any of my many questions. He'd been so cruel, killing with no remorse, destroying lives while laughing. Had he really locked my former self away in a tower somewhere to rot? Give me a break. Was my former self really that much of a pussy? As if I would have let some little prince of vampires lock me up to be his love slave. Maybe my former self had caved to his whims, letting Shinigami fuck him whenever the twisted vampire wanted, but I was not the Heero of the past. I was not the same coward that he was; I wouldn't let Shinigami have me, not like that. I was not some wimp, quivering in fear under his power. I would not be used.
I was in a rather stormy mood the day Quatre had left, thoughts of the gorgeous violet-eyed creature spinning around inside my psyche. Doubts had formed in my mind about his claims to love me and my heart had been trying to convince me otherwise all day. I refused to believe that I was once in love with a vampire, no matter how my heart skipped a beat whenever someone mentioned his name. My thoughts whirled about like a hurricane and I slammed my fist in frustrated anger against the door frame, the wood groaning in protest under the onslaught of my rage. The more I thought about his pompous arrogance, the more pissed off I became. How dare he assume I would hand myself over to him like some rutting whore!? How dare he act as if he deserved to own me just because I existed!?
Trowa and Wufei steered clear of me that whole day, the black, storm cloud above my head warning them to keep their distance for their own health and sanity. It only served to piss me off even more. I'd lost my appetite with the increase in my frustration and I found myself heading for bed early that evening without dinner.
I felt completely helpless as I fell onto my plush mattress, a heavy sigh of angst pouring from my lips. There was only one more day left until I would be forced to attend the vampire's dinner party. I laughed out sharply, bitterly as I thought of it. Dinner; what a ridiculous notion? A vampire's dinner was not what I'd like to ingest the next evening, but I'd given my word and I never went back on my word. I wondered idly if they would be serving blood as the main course, if so, what would the first courses entail?
I slipped into sleep fitfully, tossing and turning restlessly after only a few moments, one of 'those' dreams already beginning.
His eyes looked frightened and determined as he shifted uncomfortably beneath me, his beautiful hair haloing his head on the white of the sheets under him. I licked hungry lips and leaned in to kiss him passionately, my tongue pressing through his rosy lips insistently to wedge between two sharp fangs. I sought out his own tongue, teasing it, battling the wet muscle. He was lovely, his dark amethyst irises glowing ethereally with lust, shadowing the obvious nervousness beneath as I pulled back, breaking our heated kiss for breath, oxygen becoming a necessity I'd never wished to be gone before then.
He struggled desperately to push me off of him, attempting to switch our positions and take control of the situation, but I refused to allow it, pressing him forcefully back into the mattress, the springs squeeking in slight protest to the rough movements. I pinned him under my body, using my broader frame to my advantage. He fought against me halfheartedly, persistence flashing within the brilliant indigo depths of his inhuman eyes.
I pushed his pale, milky, smooth thighs apart gently, spreading him before me. His flesh was unmarred as he let me do it with only the barest amount of stubborn reluctance. I would have him, one way or another.
I moved my mouth down his neck, sucking and caressing the pale throat expertly before trailing on down to his sharp collarbone and lithe chest, sliding an eager tongue over the dips and curves to twist around a pert nipple. Drawing the dusky nub between my teeth carefully and tugging with light pressure, he arched reflexively in hardly restrained pleasure. I allowed my rough fingertips to tease over his hardened shaft, hoping to distract him enough so that I might be able to prepare him without much pain.
I switched my mouth to the other nipple, laving the same amount of attention on that one as well, my tongue swirling over the peaked nub. I smiled against the flawless skin as he moaned my name softly, his voice husky and his breath becoming more and more labored as I traveled lower along his taught body. I trailed my moist tongue down his slender abdomen, dipping playfully inside his navel before moving on to his jutting hip bone and creamy thighs. His hands curled into my short, choppy, chocolate hair as I breathed over the glistening head of his erection. His pelvis thrust up instinctively towards my open mouth as I licked my suddenly dry lips once more.
I leaned down, using my elbows to steady myself on the squishy material of the bed and took the turgid flesh of his cock into my searing mouth, suckling on just the tip gently and licking the precum greedily from the slit. He hissed blissfully and moaned out loudly as I swallowed his manhood after only a short time.
While he was successfully distracted, I swiftly and expertly lubed a few of the fingers on my right hand and pressed one slim digit into him before he had a chance to realize what had happened. The finger slid in with little resistance and I hummed in appreciation around his slick shaft. He squirmed, his hips jerking slightly as I pulled the finger out slowly and pushed it back in quickly, searching for the spot I knew to be there. He wiggled a bit more, getting used to the new sensation and something sounding suspiciously like the word 'more' whispered through his lips. I was only too happy to oblige.
I sat back on my haunches for a moment, catching my lost breath and taking the time to watch as a second finger disappeared with the first inside of his overheated channel. I smirked triumphantly as the two well-lubed digits slid together, meeting no more than a minute amount of resistance. He was gasping and moaning softly as he began to push himself onto my fingers, thrusting his ass back against my hand. I stared in proud satisfaction. He had been so afraid of this.
“You're being so submissive,” I whispered, my tone sultry and filled with lust as I moved back up his body to kiss him once more. His eyes opened halfway and he bared indignant fangs at me. I couldn't hold back a soft chuckle as I thrust a third finger into his no longer virgin tightness. He arched his back, forcing my fingers in deeper while throwing his head to the side, reddish-chestnut locks sticking to his sweaty forehead.
I bent my fingers upwards slightly, searching. He yelped in surprised pleasure as the tips of my fingers found purchase on his prostate gland. I grinned wolfishly before pulling my fingers from within him roughly before swiftly lubricating my own achingly erect manhood.
I spread his thighs wider and maneuvered his legs to rest easily atop my broad, toned shoulders. He looked a little confused at first and then scared as he realized just what exactly I was about to do. I hovered over him, our eyes meeting, amethyst clash with my own Prussian blue. I tried to reassure him with my gaze as he pleads with me not to hurt him within the depths of his beautiful orbs.
I positioned my penis at the rosy ring of flesh and pressed forward painfully slowly, closing my eyes in concentration. Sweat clung to our skin as I took as much time as I possibly could to enter him gently, forcing my body to refuse the urge to thrust harshly into him. The reddened crown of my shaft slipped inside him, the muscles stretching to accommodate my girth as I slid farther into him, hissing at the tightness of his ass. His sharp incisors bit into his cherry lips, drawing blood as I seated myself within his willing body.
His eyes closed as I pushed all the way in, his fingernails scraping against my arms as he breathed through whatever pain he felt. I let his legs fall from my shoulders gently and bent to tenderly kiss his bloodied lips, savoring the metallic tang of the crimson liquid. As I broke the kiss, he didn't push me away, instead burying his face into my neck. I moaned as I began to thrust into him shallowly, cautiously making my way deeper into his heat with each thrust, watching for signs of discomfort in his expression.
As our hearts started to beat faster and our breathing quickened, I pushed harder into him, the tip of my cock hitting deeper within him, bumping against his prostate over and over again. He wrapped his legs around my waist of his own accord, the soft flesh flush against my back and sides. He began thrusting back against me, bringing us dangerously closer to the brink of orgasm.
I reached a hand between the slick press of our joined bodies, snaking it down to his neglected erection, wrapping my fingers around the heavy appendage. i stroked it in time with our thrusting, hoping to bring him over the edge with me.
I could feel him stiffening under me, his body going taught, his velvety inner walls squeezing my member impossibly tighter and convulsing around me as his climax crashed through him. I groaned out loudly as I thrust inside of him deeply and shot my heated seed within him, coating the walls of his insides as his own essence splashed against our stomachs and chests stickily, my hand stilling on his now fading erection. I felt the searing of white hot pain as it bloomed from the two miniature pinpricks of his incisors on the left side of my neck just over my pulse, his tongue lapping at the blood that floods from the tiny wounds. I was consumed with pleasure.
I sat up abruptly in bed, breathing heavily and half-hard, sweat drenching my bedclothes and sheets. I threw the sheets from my body angrily, shoving my fingers shakily through my disheveled hair in frustrated want. How had he affected me so much? I couldn't even think anymore. Those dreams, fantasies were getting progressively worse. My heart fluttered within my chest excitedly and I realized just how sorely I wanted him. I couldn't believe the amount of passion with which I wanted him either. I wanted him so completely that it was becoming debilitating.
And suddenly, I couldn't wait to see his beautiful face again.
TBC...
Sorry for taking so incredibly long in updating. Thanks for all the reviews and keep them coming. Thanks again. Hope you all enjoyed the naughty bits in this chapter. It's just a little something to tide you over while you wait for more updates.
Angel