Warnings: Shounen-ai, yaoi lemon, angst, blood and injury, risk of clichés (though I hope not ^^'), um… yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own the g-boys :( and I don't make any money off of this fic, so please don't sue me. I'm penniless… really! You won't get anything from me.

Pairings: Pretty obvious from the start so have just a little patience. ~_^

Author's notes: Uh… yeah… This one kinda happened after I saw a couple of fanart pictures and couldn't get the inspiration out of my head without writing it out of there. It's a PWLP. Yup, I invented a new term. It means "Porn With Little Plot." See, there I don't really know what to think of it as of yet, so I'd appreciate it if you told me what you think of it. ^_^

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"Oh… you think you're so high and mighty, don't you? Sitting up there, looking down on the rest of everything with that holier-than-thou look on your face. Pah… You're nothing… nothing compared to me," Duo muttered to himself, violet eyes narrowed.

He stretched his wings, turning a little to watch one of them. He was quite proud of them, really. They were more than any other demon's wings ever had been because he had style and had used it in the creation of the beauties adorning his back. A single major support, flexible in two places, held the rest of the wing together. From it, three fingers spread downwards, one from the first flexible joint and the other two from the very end. From the second flexible point, spreading upwards this time, came three more fingers, far shorter than the ones below. Across the frame spread a strong layer of skin, enough to carry his weight and more. It wasn't, however, leather-like or slimy to the touch as most were, but covered in a velvet-like almost-fur. Black in color, but with patches of dark, dark purple and red, these wings were more than the average.

Duo smiled to himself and scratched a short horn, which was itching as usual. Accursed things… messed with his hair like nobody's business. And the tail was too much, even he had to admit. Long and sinuous, it curled currently around the rock he was leaning from, as high as he could possibly get, for the moment. It was thin, but strong, the same texture and color as his wings with an almost heart-shaped barb at the very end. While it was useful at times, he would have been happy to do without it…

Duo reached a hand towards the exit to his almost-prison and hissed a little as a small dose of electricity and fire danced along his fingertips, warning. Duo sighed and settled back down on his rock, ankle-length black jacket whispering over the ground. He dressed, of course, all in black, because he had style. A black tank top, long pants and black shoes and over it all was the jacket, his pride and joy. A black velvet bow covered the yarn used to tie off his braid and, finishing off his outfit nicely, a gold cross, hanging sarcastically around his neck, silently but obviously mocking those who flittered about in the clouds.

And Duo waited, for the time he knew would come. The sun would consume itself in a blaze of glory and kill the light along with itself. Then, then he would show that… that… cocky angel. Oh, yes… the angel would scream and beg for his mercy until its throat was sore with the screaming and its eyes red from the crying and its body broken.

Duo was patient. He waited.

* * *

Heero just wasn't cut out for this. He didn't know why it was he was here or how it was he'd been born an angel. It made no sense. He was bored. The halo floating silently above his head, following his every move, seemed only to mock him and laugh and taunt and whisper over and over what he already knew. The double set of wings on his back, denoting him as a rank above the ordinary angel, seemed always too heavy and too beautiful. The white feathers were always pristine and untouched. No matter what Heero did, they never got dirty or out of place and he'd never seen one fall.

He sat at the edge of the kingdom in the clouds, watching as the demons cavorted and played in their underworld. Games of both a frivolous and a very serious nature. Part of him wanted to be there, while another part told him no! He was the lucky one, the safe one. They would all be gone one day, but he would live forever.

What a horrid thought. Living like this forever…

The others seemed happy with it, floating around talking and sitting and thinking and meditating and singing, but Heero didn't fit here. He made the others nervous without trying and couldn't take part in their activities. Didn't like talking or sitting or thinking or meditating overly much. He would admit he rather liked singing, and could do so very well, but one thing in his life just wasn't enough.

Heero sighed and tugged absently at his halo, wincing as he pulled it too far in one direction, like pulling too hard on a lock of his hair.

His clothing bored him too. The white tank top, long pants, white shoes and ankle-length white jacket, they never got dirty or rumpled either, just like his wings. They were always the same and always so boring.

Heero sighed and watched the demons, waiting for the sun to set so he could go to his bed and sleep and not have to think about how bored he was anymore.

* * *

Duo knew just when the angel would leave. It always left just on sunset, as though once it could no longer look down on the demons and judge them, it no longer needed to be there. The demon knew he would have to be fast to get up there before the angel retired to wherever it was it slept.

"Oh, yeah… I'll show you. Teach you not to sneer and scorn us, angel."

Duo smirked and reached for his scythe, eyes fixed on the sun.

Almost… almost… now!

Red-and-purple-on-black wings spread wide and beat powerfully, catching the air with ease and a deadly grace. Duo's jacket, his braid and his tail streamed out behind him as he laughed with a manic glee, delighted.

He had planned for so long and the angel would learn its lesson. It would, as sure as his name was Duo.

He could only go so far into the white land, and he stood out starkly, his black so opposed to the white that he almost seemed to glow. Snatch the angel and go, that was his plan and he carried it out flawlessly. The angel, never expecting a thing, barely made a sound as one of Duo's arms wrapped around its waist and the other hand came up to cover its mouth, denying it the right to call for help.

"Come, now, little angel. We need to talk," Duo murmured gleefully, eyes darting around to make sure he was unseen.

This angel's like for aloneness meant there wasn't another in sight and Duo leapt from the edge of the cloud land with an insane cackle and snap of wings - three sets.

The angel had instinctively spread its wings, and for that, Duo was silently grateful. Though he could have carried the angel, it would have been hard. The two sets of wings the angel possessed, however, began pulling. It struck out for the entrance back to the white place and Duo didn't have the strength to stop it completely.

So it was with barely a second thought that he severed the major tendons to the smaller set of wings.

The angel arched its back in pain and would have screamed has its mouth not been covered, Duo knew. Its eyes shivered closed and tears, though valiantly fought against, trailed down its face. The smaller wings trailed limply down its back and Duo felt them brush against his legs as he carried the angel to a place he knew of, now that the angel only had one pair of wings and lacked the strength to do anything but help keep them aloft.

* * *

If Heero had been shocked when the demon grabbed him, it was nothing compared to the shock that shot through him along with the pain as it dealt such vicious blows to his wings. It was ironic, he managed to note through the pain, that only moments ago he'd been bored with their pristine white. Now they were soaked in crimson and utter agony lanced through the broken set with every beat of the intact set.

Oh… he'd been bored but he hadn't wanted this. Hadn't wanted such pain and helplessness. The tears streamed from under his closed eyelids, unstoppable, and he was afraid. He knew he shouldn't be. He knew he was warrior, the finest in his ranks. He knew that, but he was still afraid.

The demon set them down in a cave somewhere, the floor covered with a soft moss, and tied Heero to a bar running across the low roof. He was forced to stand, with his arms stretched above him, and the blood still ran from his wings.

"Pretty angel… I've watched you, you know. Watched you watching us and thinking up insults. I thought it was time you learned a lesson, and learned it from me," the demon said, reaching out to touch Heero's cheek.

Heero flinched, and was surprised to find that its hand was no different from his own. He'd expected claws and leathery skin…

"I never meant to make you feel that way," Heero replied softly, uncaring if he sounded afraid or even pathetic. His whole world had been turned upside-down and he'd never before felt such pain! Every time he shifted a little, he accidentally knocked his ruined wings and they screamed at him, usually triggering a few new tears.

"I thought angels had to tell the truth…"

The demon tested the sharpness of its scythe on its own finger and drew blood, grinning at the result, then lifting its eyes to meet Heero's.

He couldn't describe the beauty if he tried. The demon's face wasn't horrible or frightful, but perfectly - for lack of a better word - angelic. Its violet eyes were depthless and Heero thought he could very well get lost in them without a second thought. Studying him from under a silky, chestnut fringe, they beckoned and dared him to become something other than what he already was.

They spoke of wonder and play and a simple carelessness Heero had never had. They spoke of caring only about oneself and oneself's own pleasure. They spoke of the sea and the forest and the sky and the land, things Heero had never been allowed to touch.

"Please…" Heero whispered, and the demon blinked.

* * *

As Duo met the angel's eyes, he found his own widening in shock. There was no pride or disdain in the prussian pools. Nothing even akin to the holier-than-thou look he'd always imagined when he watched the angel watching them. Only… fear and a desperate yearning that Duo suddenly wanted to fulfil. All, of course, interlaced with agony.

Unexpectedly, Duo felt guilty for what he'd done to the angel now. He couldn't tear his gaze from the angel's and it seemed to search his soul - or whatever he had - through his eyes. He was shocked when it whispered one word.

"Please…"

Duo blinked and took a step back, lifting his scythe a little as though expecting attack at any minute. Something wasn't right here. Where was the arrogance? Where? Why was it looking at him like he was saving it instead of like he was about to torture it?

"Please… what?" Duo asked eventually, curious despite himself.

"Let me know what you already know."

Duo took another step back, reeling.

"What? You're not supposed to…" Duo trailed off and shook his head a little.

His eyes dropped to the slack, useless wings and again, he felt that pang of guilt for what he'd done, what pain he'd put the angel in. He walked over and crouched down to touch two fingers carefully, with an almost childlike curiosity, to the wound he'd made. The angel winced and its eyes slipped shut again, more tears falling to land on Duo's hair.

Duo drew his hand away and studied the blood on his fingertips, somehow fascinated by it. His free hand, he lifted to scratch one short horn.

"I forgive you," the angel said, making him jump, so intent was he on what he was doing.

"Huh?"

"For what you did to me. I don't really want to, but I know I should, so I forgive you."

"You don't have to," Duo replied testily.

* * *

Heero was about to make a reply, when the demon suddenly turned and hurried from the cave. He heard the beat of wings and heard it recede. So then, was this it? Would he die here? Would he bleed to death without ever experiencing what the violet eyes unknowingly promised? That thought was somehow more painful than his wings, and Heero shook his head.

"No… please… Come back."

That was pathetic. Shockingly, embarrassingly pathetic. This was getting out of hand and he wasn't himself. Wanting the demon nearby just so he didn't have to be alone was a terrible, terrible weakness and not something fit for a warrior angel. He thought longingly of his sword, knowing the blade made of light would easily cut through his bonds and then sever the demon's head from its body, leaving him free to get back home where he could find some way to escape from the agony that was his second set of wings. The sword, however, lay in safekeeping with all the other warrior angels' swords, dormant until the need for them arose, if the need ever did.

Heero reached down deep inside himself and found the spark of anger he'd known was there somewhere, if only he cared to look. It didn't take much to stoke that tiny spark into a burning, righteous fury.

How dare the demon drag him from his rightful place? How dare it make him want something he didn't need? How dare it make him question his existence? And how dare it ruin his wings?

Heero looked up the sound of beating his wings, his eyes lancing daggers of anger at the demon as it sauntered into the cave, hips swinging provocatively. It never saw his anger, however, as it knelt behind him and touched something to the bleeding slices in his wings. Heero blinked in utter shock as the pain vanished and he found he could move the wings again. Looking down, he saw that whatever the demon had done, it had healed him completely.

The anger drained out of him in one swift flood as the demon lifted its head and smiled, as though very proud of itself.

"Ironic, I think," it said softly. "That the feather I stole from that Greater-Angel when he was sleeping ended up being used to help a lower one of his ranks, when I thought it would be used for my own benefit…"

Heero didn't understand why. It didn't help, either, that he couldn't think when those eyes captured and held his, daring him to try and break the gaze, but knowing he couldn't. It stood and held out the feather, like it was showing a very special prize, though the white of the feather was dimmer, somehow, than it should have been.

"What…? Why…?" Heero whispered helplessly, unable to tear his eyes from the demons' and unable to think of anything more to say.

"I… don't know…"

* * *

No, he didn't know why he'd done it. He didn't know why he'd wasted what could so easily be a helpful thing for him on the angel. It still looked deep into his eyes, as though it could see inside of him and strip him, baring everything within him for careful scrutiny at the angel's leisure.

Duo was ashamed. He knew what he was and all that he'd done and he knew what the angel was and all it had done. There was no comparison. His soul was a blackened, evil-tainted thing and the angel's soul… it was pure and untouched, a beautiful, wonderful, perfect thing.

Tears gathered in his eyes as violet met prussian and he had to look away, shame and grief weighing heavily upon him and the tears slipping stealthily down his cheeks. The angel was doing… something to him and he didn't like whatever it was. He didn't want to be guilty that he'd hurt it or anything else for the matter. He didn't want to be ashamed of what he was.

"You're… crying…" the angel said, wonderment in its voice. "I never thought…" it trailed off, something unreadable in its eyes, and Duo ran the feather through his fingers, wanting something, anything to do other than thinking about the angel.

"So?" he snapped out.

"Do you… have a name?" the angel asked suddenly.

Duo lifted his head, not meeting the angel's eyes, but looking around the vicinity of its mouth.

"Duo…" he supplied, then wondered why he'd said.

"Duo… I'm Heero," the angel replied, and Duo was suddenly fixated by the movement of Heero's lips. They looked so soft… Tempting… Beckoning, even.

Duo blinked twice, then finally took the time to study the entirety of Heero's body. He was beautiful, and not just because he was an angel. He…? Why had Duo stopped thinking of the angel as "it"? That thought fled as Duo again noted how beautiful Heero was.

Heero shifted a little in his bonds, and Duo could see the muscles flex beneath the white tank top and pants. A fighter's muscles, he thought. Heero was probably well-versed in the art, which made him wonder why all of a sudden he wanted to let the angel down.

Before that, though…

Duo laid his scythe aside and put the feather with it. Tilting his head, he walked over to Heero and put a hand on his waist, making the angel flinch in surprise and giving the desired muscle flex Duo wanted to feel. The demon smirked and slid the hand upwards, then around to Heero's chest, stopping over the beat of his heart.

"Do you love?" he asked softly, eyes fixed on his hand under which the heartbeat was so strong.

"Pardon?" Heero replied, his voice barely a whisper as his skin tingled where Duo had touched him.

"Do you love?" Duo asked again, his fingers inching their way up and beginning to rub circles over Heero's nipple through the fabric of his tank top.

"I don't… know what you mean," Heero whispered, eyes widening a little at the demon's actions.

He'd never been intimate with anyone, male or female, and he found his body responding rather quickly to Duo's touch, despite his reminding himself over and over again that he - no it, it - was a demon.

"People assume… They think we don't… can't love… It's… There's something… something inside… I can't… there's nothing for me but to enjoy myself and… make others hurt… because… because it's so hard. We can love but… it's harder… for us… and we… want other people to hurt because it's so easy for them and they… judge us… Like you judged us… Day after day, sitting up there all superior…" Duo tailed off and his hand once again splayed across Heero's chest, over his heart, feeling the steady thump-thump and seeming to take some quiet joy in it.

"I wanted what you had," Heero said softly, his thoughts coming back into some semblance of order with the halting of Duo's caress.

"What…?" the demon asked, lifting his eyes from his hand to look up at the bound Heero.

"I was… bored… unhappy… I watched your games… All of them. The ones you played for fun and the ones you played to kill each other, for dominance. I wanted the carefree, hedonistic life you and your kind have… I was… bored. I never judged you, Duo."

Heero licked his lips, desperately wanting the demon and desperately wanting to not want the demon. He knew he should want to be back in the clouds, with his fellows, but he wanted to stay here and talk with Duo and learn more about him and… and… have him make me his…his mind whispered.

Oh yes, suddenly, Heero wanted that more than anything else.

"Bored with being an angel? I thought you were all happy and content… floating about up there… Not worrying about anything," Duo said in wonderment, amazed at what Heero was revealing to him. He let his hand slip back to Heero's hip, then up under his shirt to rest against his skin on his waist. Heero flinched a little at the touch and Duo realised with no small amount of glee that the angel had never made love or been made love to.

"Most are… I wasn't. I'm just… not made for it…" Heero said, taking a moment to analyse how he felt about the hand on his waist. It was warm and soft, stroking up a little sometimes, only to fall back down to his waist again. "The only time I was happy… was singing and… even then… it wasn't all that much of a strong happiness."

Duo smiled suddenly, a bright grin, and he gently squeezed the waist his hand rested on.

"Sing for me?" he said, that child-like excitement and curiosity Heero had seen when Duo touched his injured wing with his fingers appearing on the demon's face again.

"Could you… let me down first?" Heero asked, shifting in his bonds.

Duo chewed his bottom lip and his eyes darted about, ever wary.

"I… don't know."

"There's no one else here. No one will have noticed I'm gone, they'll assume I'm sleeping. I go to bed early…"

Duo looked around again, then nodded and stood up on a rock to reach to where Heero's arms were bound above him. His braid slipped forward over his shoulder to brush against Heero's chest and stomach as he did so and the angel found himself longing to run his fingers through the hair, unbound and flowing freely.

He should flee when Duo released him. He should spread his wings and be gone. He should be back to the sky in no time flat. As his feet met the ground again, he wavered a little, then regained his balance - and used it to support Duo, who had lost his footing, misjudging the size of the rock.

"Thanks," Duo said, then stepped off the rock, away from Heero's touch, seeming to forget his hand had rested on either Heero's chest or his waist for the last few minutes. He plopped down on the moss, somehow making the movement look graceful, and stretched one wing idly as he watched Heero sit too.

"What do you want me to sing?" Heero asked softly.

"I don't mind… I've never heard someone really sing. Battle chants and drunken caterwauling, but never real singing," Duo replied, his voice somewhat wistful.

Heero looked down at the moss, promising himself he'd make a run for the cave entrance somewhere in the song, when Duo was lulled into a false sense of security. He thought for a moment, then began to sing.

It was a simple song, but to Duo, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. Heero's voice was rich and smooth when he sang, far more so than when he spoke, and it carried the song with perfect ease. Duo found himself being lifted up and carried off, and he didn't care to where. He'd never heard anything so beautiful in his entire life and it made him weep to hear it.

When Heero finished the song, he noticed Duo's tears - and also silently, in the back of his mind, noticed that he was still in the demon's company and hadn't fled when he had the chance - and reached out to touch them gently.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, wings shifting a little into a more comfortable position without a second thought.

"Fine. I just… I've never heard anything like that before. It was… wonderful," Duo said, unconsciously leaning into Heero's gentle fingers where they carefully wiped the tears away.

"You're wonderful," Heero said impulsively, then looked shocked at himself and drew his hand away as though it had been burned.

Duo smirked suddenly and very deliberately ran a hand up Heero's thigh, delighted when the angel flinched and gasped a little at the same time.

"You think so? I've always thought so." His voice dropped to a sultry purr as he trailed a finger back down to Heero's knee. "You want me, don't you?"

Heero blushed and dropped his gaze, shifting uncomfortably.

"I… I… uh, th-that is, I…" Heero trailed off, unable to believe he was so totally incoherent. He was a warrior, part of the fourth battalion of the thirty third-

His thoughts were utterly lost to him as Duo snaked forward, one hand still on his thigh, the other resting on the moss before his crossed legs and wings spread a little for balance, ducked under his wild, chocolate bangs and turned his head a little to kiss Heero tenderly.

The angel whimpered into the kiss, having never felt anything like it before. He could only do his best to respond through a combination of instinct and following of Duo's lead.

Duo gave a smirk within his head, revelling in the pure innocence and lack of knowledge in Heero. It was so different from what he was used to and he loved that he was and would be in control, because the other didn't know anything.

Heero flinched when Duo's tongue gently ran along his upper lip, but it didn't take long for him to realise what the demon wanted. He hesitated and his lips trembled, but parted along with his teeth to allow entrance to Duo's careful exploration. Heero shivered with delight as Duo's tongue ran the length of his own, and he responded a little, but didn't fight for dominance of the kiss.

Duo was the one to break the kiss, his lips still touching Heero's, moving against them as he spoke in a seductive purr.

"You want me… don't you?" he said again, the fingers of one hand finding their way to one of the larger wings and burying themselves deep into the feathers. If angel wings were anything like demon wings then just a little stroke that way would…

Heero's eyes shivered closed and his lips parted slightly, a shaky moan falling from them under the gentle stroking of Duo's fingers.

"…Don't you?" Duo prompted, teasing Heero's lips with his own, just barely touching them, then drawing back again a little.

"Yes…" Heero whispered, then shuddered and whimpered, the wing flexing against Duo's fingers.

Oh, this was wrong. It was too, too wrong. Heero shouldn't be… Couldn't be… Wasn't… Wouldn't… Didn't… Was nearly begging for kisses from a demon. Duo knew it too. Knew he shouldn't be doing this, but it was too good for words. The total innocence excited him more than anything, and he wanted to show Heero all there was to show about delights of the flesh.

Duo gently worked Heero's jacket off his shoulders and carefully laid it out on top of the rocks and moss, then took off his own jacket and laid it beside the first, providing a suitable enough improvised blanket. He chuckled at the fact that their clothes were identical, save for the opposing colors, and Heero allowed himself a smile too, though he was petrified of what he knew was going to happen now that this had been set in motion.

Duo saw that, and took time to stroke Heero's hair, his shoulders and his back, calming and comforting, assuaging his fears. He took advantage of the moment, too, to ease the angel's tank top off, letting his hand glide down Heero's side, as he seemed to like that. Duo wasn't disappointed. Heero smiled a little and shivered, one hand lifting to tangle in his own hair. He was evidently completely unaware of how seductive he looked.

Duo smirked and put his hands on Heero's shoulders, urging him onto his back on the jackets, careful to spread his wings out to either side of him so the delicate bones wouldn't be broken. He straddled Heero's hips and leaned forward, braid falling to slither over Heero's chest. Bracing himself with a hand to either side of Heero's head, Duo smiled down at him.

"Logs aren't great to make love to, angel boy. I won't break," he said.

Heero flushed and looked away.

"I don't know what… to do…" he murmured, embarrassed at his lack of knowledge and skill and knowing he was going to do something wrong.

"Whatever you want to do… If at first you don't succeed…" Duo let it hang, not bothering to finish the phrase.

Heero smiled hesitantly up at Duo, then his eyes slid to the braid and he reached to where the end lay, just below his chest, and loosed the velvet bow, putting it aside without a second thought. The string he cared even less about, dropping it almost as soon as it was in his hands. That done, his fingers began to work at freeing the hair from its braid and it wasn't long before it was done. Duo grinned and tossed his head, letting his hair fall around and over the two of them.

Heero seemed to gain confidence from that small act, and he let his hands slide over Duo's shoulders and down his sides to slip up under the tank top and dance lightly over the skin of his lower back. Duo arched just a little and gave a growl of approval in the back of his throat, emboldening Heero that little bit more, enough that Duo was soon free of his top.

His hands ghosted over Duo's shoulders, his torso, back and waist, a little more hesitantly, his stomach, and then one dared to slip up and rest on Duo's chest, seeming unsure of what it should do there.

"Let me show you something…" Duo murmured huskily, then leaned down to take one of Heero's nipples into his mouth, tongue and lips working together in a delicious caress.

One of Heero's hands found its way to Duo's hair, the fingers tangling there and drawing the demon closer, silently begging him to never, ever stop. Heero's back arched a little and he moaned softly, his other hand resting just below one of Duo's wings, loving the feel of the demon's silken skin and the flex of muscles beneath his hand.

"Uuh… Duo… I've n-never…" Heero gasped, shivering and making another soft sound as Duo shifted to the other nipple.

I know you've never and that's one of the things that's making this so damn good, angel boy. So innocent… Never kissed, never touched, never had by anyone… but me. And I'm betting you don't even realise how sexy you really are, Duo thought to himself as he continued his sweet torture, revelling in the sounds falling from Heero's lips.

Heero shifted beneath Duo, murmuring to himself as his body responded to Duo without any of the hesitation his mind felt about this whole thing. He knew, knew it wasn't something he should like and he knew he should stop it, but… Oh… I like that very much… he thought suddenly at a particularly firm caress and found he couldn't think about much for very long without his thoughts going back to what Duo was doing.

The demon kissed his way along Heero's collarbone, up his neck, along his jaw-line and back to his lips again, plundering them and taking them for his own, delighted when Heero responded less hesitantly than before. The angel's hands slipped down to rest on Duo's waist, and Duo could tell how much Heero liked the feel of skin and muscle beneath his hands, something he'd never been allowed to feel before.

One of Duo's hands found its way into the feathers of Heero's wing - which, he'd noted with no small amount of surprise, had cleaned themselves of blood the instant the wound was healed - and stroked through them, causing Heero to whimper into the kiss. His fingers tightened a little on Duo's waist and he hooked one leg instinctively around the demon's.

Duo smiled slyly and was about to attack Heero's chest again when a gentle hand ran along the underside of his own wing, disturbing the velvet fur just a little and sending a shock of pure pleasure darting through him. He murmured something, he didn't know what, but it made Heero smile and it made him press a little harder, this time drawing a soft moan from his lover.

Duo couldn't, however, let the angel take control, so he started to make a move towards Heero's own wings, but suddenly found himself halted as Heero propped himself up on his free hand and covered one of Duo's nipples with his mouth, imitating what the demon had done to him.

"You… learn fast," Duo whispered through a gasp.

Heero smiled proudly around the nipple, pleased with himself for doing the right thing. He kept up his hand movements on Duo's wing at the same time, smiling even more when the demon arched slightly and shuddered.

"I try…" Heero replied eventually, when he decided to release Duo, smiling up into the violet eyes which offered so much and didn't disappoint.

"You succeed," Duo purred back, breath hitching a little as Heero's fingers grazed over a particularly sensitive spot on his wing. "But there's more to be taught… oh… do that again."

Heero chuckled and complied, running two fingers along the main support of Duo's wing again and gaining a rather pleasing reaction. The demon shivered and a soft mewling sound fell from his lips as the wing flexed.

"More to be taught?" Heero reminded Duo softly.

"Yes, yes… soon…"

Heero laughed again and moved his hand away from Duo's wings, far more relaxed than he was earlier. He let his hands drop to the waistband of Duo's pants and eased his fingers in a little.

"More?" he asked softly, completely unaware of the temptingly seductive almost-pout his lips had formed.

Duo groaned and had to kiss him again, then simply waved a hand and Heero gasped around the kiss as the rest of their clothes simply disappeared.

"A little spell… we get one a week roughly… that's all," Duo murmured, before leaning down to kiss Heero again, unable to get enough of the angel's soft, still slightly hesitant lips.

Heero began to lose himself as their legs tangled together and they touched in every possible place, the kiss seeming to last forever in a heaven that was more heavenly than the one he'd been stolen from. He pressed himself against the demon, eyes snapping open as something brushed something else and he near fainted with the pleasure of it.

Duo smirked as he noted Heero's reaction, but couldn't tear himself away from the kiss.

The need for air soon became apparent, however, and they broke the kiss together. Duo propped himself up on an elbow above Heero and smoothed a hand down his side and over his hips to hover tantalizingly close to his arousal.

"What…?" Heero was about to ask what now, but the question died on his lips as long fingers wrapped around him and stroked once, gentle and not nearly so firm as Heero would like. It was enough, however, to draw a pleading whimper from him as he looped an arm around the demon's shoulders, only partially understanding what Duo was doing and why it made him feel like it did.

"More to teach…" Duo whispered and slithered down Heero's body, kissing his way towards that wonderfully private, sensitive place. He took some time to pay Heero's navel a visit, his tongue flicking around and in with delicate skill and drawing a sound half laugh, half sigh of pleasure from the angel.

"That tickles," he whispered and Duo chuckled softly, delighted yet again by Heero's untainted innocence. He glanced up a moment to note that Heero's eyes were half-closed, passion abated somewhat by the soft laughter. The angel stretched unconsciously, cat-like, and smiled a little as he noticed Duo watching him. Duo smiled back, then inched down a little lower and licked his lips.

"Don't forget to breathe," he murmured huskily.

"Wha-" Heero started, then forgot to breathe as Duo ran his tongue up the underside of his arousal. His eyes snapped open and his breath hitched, unable to restart as the demon repeated the action, slowly and firmly. His hips lifted involuntarily and a moan shivered from between clenched teeth.

Duo chuckled silkily before taking Heero completely into his mouth and doing his best to make the angel forget his name and where he came from. Heero lost control then, writhing on the two jackets and making a range of different sounds that Duo found amazingly sexy. Something inside him knew there was a place he wanted to reach and also knew Duo was just keeping him back from there, teasing with the knowledge of it and pushing Heero close, but always backing off and causing him to fall away from that place just before he reached it.

"Duo!" he cried breathlessly around the fourth or fifth time he was denied that which he knew was attainable.

"Mmm…?" the demon said around his mouthful, drawing another soft "ah!" from Heero.

"Stop… teasing… me…" the angel panted and Duo released him, licking his lips and smirking up at the flushed face of his lover, lips red and wonderfully swollen from their kisses, eyes soft and needy, filled with passion, hair unruly. He shifted up, straddling Heero's hips again and leaning over him, speaking a sultry purr.

"Oh… Heero… poor baby. I didn't mean to tease you… How ever can I make it up to you?"

Heero groaned.

"Tell me, angel boy," Duo said, still speaking in that murmur-purr as he leaned over and touched his lips to Heero's, withdrawing before there was time for a kiss. "Do you think I'm wonderful still?"

Heero nodded, eyes wandering the length of Duo's body. He licked his lips and started to lift himself up, intent on those nipples again. Duo was faster this time, and pinned him down, resting one hand in the middle of Heero's chest and resting most of his weight on it.

"Uh-uh. Not now," Duo purred. "Tell me… Do you think I'm handsome?"

Heero was a little surprised at that. He hadn't really expected it at all and it did sound a little silly coming from the demon. "Handsome" was so strange a word. Sexy, desirable, maybe, or even another "do you want me?", he might have expected, but handsome…?

"No," he said flatly and Duo's eyes widened, a little hurt.

"I should have expected as much," he said bitterly.

"Beautiful," Heero murmured.

"B… beautiful…?" Duo asked, losing his composure a little.

"Yes."

Duo smiled, then, and kissed Heero gently, one hand slipping down between them to re-stoke the fires of the angel's passion and the other remaining on his chest to hold him down. He sat up after a moment and looked into Heero's eyes, predatory as he licked his lips.

"After this, you'll be mine and there won't be any going back," he growled with possessive satisfaction and Heero could only stare at him, unable to say a word. "No more the perfect, untouched angel…"

Duo reached into the pocket of his own jacket by Heero's wing and withdrew a small tube, from which he squeezed some of the content onto his fingers. He shifted down until he was kneeling between Heero's legs, and lifted his hips. Heero was confused and his face said as much, but Duo gave him a reassuring smile, then carefully slid a finger inside him and began a gentle massaging motion.

"Oh…" Heero breathed, his eyes slipping shut as he involuntarily pushed back into Duo's hand. The demon smirked and gently relaxed Heero enough that he could add a second finger, continuing the relaxing, massaging movement. Heero moaned softly.

Duo, having done this more times than he could remember, could tell when Heero was as relaxed as he was going to get. He knew there would be some pain, but he also knew it would be worth it. He leaned along Heero's body and kissed him with infinite tenderness.

"Heero, baby… I'm warning you now. This is going to hurt at first, but… trust me, okay?" he whispered.

Prussian blue pools forced themselves open and met violet luminescence, the blue tainted with a little fear. Heero shivered a little, but nodded, putting his trust completely in his lover. Duo smiled at the nod and sat up again, coating his own arousal in some more of the substance from the tube. He bent Heero's knees, then lifted his hips again and positioned himself at the angel's entrance.

"Trust me…" he whispered. "You'll soon be mine and I promise the pain will pass."

Heero nodded again, his hands twisting in the fabric beneath him.

"Don't tense up on me," Duo added and Heero did his best to relax as Duo started to press forward.

The demon hadn't been lying. It did hurt and Heero didn't know if he could stand it. He tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go and Duo touched a hand to his cheek. Heero calmed a little, shuddering, and closed his eyes as Duo filled him completely, then stilled, putting a hand to either side of Heero's shoulders as he gave the angel time to adjust somewhat.

"It'll pass," he promised again.

Heero didn't believe him, but he did trust him and that was enough to keep him still and halt the tears that threatened. Then Duo began a careful, restrained movement within him and Heero was sure, sure it could only hurt more… but it didn't. The pain lessened and faded and vanished altogether and, before he knew it, there was no pain, but only a wonderfully glorious pleasure that sang through every nerve and drew a long, throaty moan from him as he lifted his hands to rest them on Duo's waist.

Duo felt the change in his lover and grinned as he thrust a little deeper, heart leaping to throat as Heero moaned his name over and over. The warm hands rested on his waist and it wasn't long before Heero's hips lifted to meet his thrusts and Duo had the odd sensation of thinking he just might pass out. He managed the coherent thought that it wasn't fair he should nearly pass out alone, so he wrapped one hand about Heero's arousal and stroked in time with his thrusts. Heero nearly screamed, but managed to keep it to a moan.

Something built within Heero and stars danced before his eyes as his world narrowed to Duo and only Duo and the pleasure his lover was giving him. His wings flexed and shifted beneath him as he shuddered and writhed beneath the demon. Neither of them noticed, so lost were they in each other, when the feathers turned from pristine white to unadulterated black. Nor did they notice that his halo faded from untainted gold to a burnished bronze color, almost as though the gold had been soaked in blood and the color had leeched into it.

All they knew was the pleasure as it grew and built and strengthened. Their two bodies moved in perfect unison and sang to each other. Soft moans and breathless gasps fell from both sets of lips and the pleasure became almost unbearable.

Heero thought his mind was going to flee him and it almost did as he cried out Duo's name, bucking against him, his fingers tightening enough to surely cause bruises on the demon's waist. The explosion of pleasure within him caused the stars that had been dancing before his eyes to shatter in a burst of color as he gave his everything to Duo.

Duo wasn't far behind, the tightening of Heero's inner muscles being that little more that he needed to gently push him over the edge into pure sensation. He buried his face in the hollow of Heero's neck, shivering with the force of it. He didn't think he'd ever felt anything like that before and it wasn't from lack of experience.

They lay like that, Heero's fingers tangling loosely in Duo's hair, boneless and floating together in a haze of afterglow pleasure. Duo shifted first, murmuring a little, incoherent as he withdrew from Heero. It was he who noticed first also, because he was atop Heero and couldn't help but see his wings.

"Oh…" he whispered, eyes flicking to the now-bronze halo. "Oh!" A grin spread across his face and he threw back his head and howled with cackling laughter.

"Hn…?" Heero asked, happy to just lay there, feeling like nothing more but a puddle and liking the feeling a lot. "What's funny?"

"You're not an angel anymore, angel boy," Duo said, still giggling evilly to himself.

"What…?" Heero asked, stretching out a wing and noting the black. His eyes widened and he reached up to touch his halo. It felt… different… Less polished and a little rough.

"You're one of us, only not. You're a Fallen Angel."

"I… I'm… a… no!" Heero sat up, pushing Duo aside and clambering to his feet. "I… I can't have Fallen! I can't have!" he cried, distraught.

"Heero…" Duo whispered. "Is it really so bad…?"

"Yes! I've Fallen!"

"You told me you don't fit up there. You said yourself you envied us. Now you are one of us."

"But I… I didn't want… I never asked for you to steal me away… I didn't-"

"Say no."

"What…?"

"You didn't say no. Angels are supposed to be chaste and pure. Not only are you no longer that, but you did the dirty with a demon and a male demon at that. You could have said no quite easily, that's why you've Fallen."

Heero stared at Duo, tears welling in his eyes as the enormity of what had happened set in.

"I… can't go back…" he whispered, and somehow found himself back on the two jackets, wrapped in Duo's arms and wings.

"I told you you'd be mine… I wasn't lying," Duo said in that same low, possessive growl.

"You knew," Heero said.

"Of course I did. You're not the first angel whose Fallen. I've seen a few. You said you didn't like it up there, and we're not so bad here. Fallen Angels have more respect, even, than Greater-Demons. Stay with me…" Duo murmured gently, stroking Heero's hair.

"I haven't got a choice but to stay with you…" Heero said bitterly, but his voice was soft and he cuddled a little closer to Duo's warmth.

"There's always a choice… Choose me…"

Heero closed his eyes and bowed his head, shivering a little. Of course there was a choice. He would be forgiven even this if he asked it. The words formed in the back of his mind, but he pushed them down.

He had never been meant to live his neverending life as an angel… He knew it and had always known it, somehow. He gave a slight nod and offered Duo a shaky smile, then spoke softly to him.

"Fallen Angel, then…"

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Author's Note: Hey… I just read back over that and realised I could seriously get flamed, not so much for the yaoi, but for the entire theme, the angel/demon/fallen angel thing. This was by no means meant as an insult to any sort of faith or religion. I'm a Christian myself and I never meant to offend anyone's beliefs. Please do remember it's only a fic, not a statement. *smiles*