Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Immortal Craving ❯ One-Shot

Title: Immortal Craving

Author: the Black Rose

Archive: Blissful Ignorance's Alternatives forum (assuming Sphinx will allow a lemon). Anyone else, just ask.

Warnings: graphic sexual situations. Vampires (ah la more the Vampire Hunter D style ^__~).

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: 3xR

AN: For now this is a one-shot. War Dove and I have discussed writing more to it, but it can stand on its own.

Immortal Craving

Shadows skulked across the far wall of her room, melting into sinister shapes and grotesque faces. Rain pelted the glass panes on her chamber's far side before a loud BANG! sounded just outside the window, breaking its relentless rhythm. The young woman swaddled in her bed jumped. Her pallid skin paled even whiter as she stole hurried glances at the constantly shifting night. Golden hair had long since turned to dull brass and bright blue eyes had lost their luster. Rosy cheeks now wore gaunt, ashen hues, sunken to match the grey dusks that gave way to the nights she had come to fear. She pulled the covers tight around her and huddled, shaking, amidst the heavy quilts.

He will come for you tonight. The bodiless voice crawled into her ear.

"No. It's just a storm," she whispered to the darkness. Silver moonlight crept through the large window behind her, slinking along the wooden boards of the floor. Lightning licked the walls and the wind bellowed as if it meant to beckon evil closer. Relena shivered despite the blankets piled atop her fevered form.

She had been ill for days, trapped inside her room. Alone. No one knew why she had been running the high temperature, or why she insisted on wearing the high collared gown. Frozen beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, mingling with the tears. "Please stay away," she begged the darkness.

But it wasn't listening.

* * * * * *

Reeeeeek. The window protested as it cracked open. A hiss slithered in between the gap in the frame. "Releeeeeena….."

The woman in the bed clenched her eyelids shut, a spasm shuddering through her entire body. "No. They don't exist. It's not here. He's not here…"

The shadow formed a mottled shape etched in moonlight. "But I am here. In your room, Relena." A body solidified in the obscured corner of her chamber, but its voice reached her first, slicing into her skin with its icy edge. "And you know why I've come."

She scrambled away from it, from him, clutching the covers tightly in her fists as she flattened herself against the polished wood of her bed frame. Her hands trembled like a leaf left victim to the baying wind. "No, please. Just go away."

The masculine voice continued as invisible hammers chiseled his form from the swirling mist. "Where is your guard, Relena? Why aren't they here to stop me?" He advanced towards her; his steps scraped lightly across the wood floor.

"I don't know…." She shook her head, and cowered against the headboard. Her heart thumped, moving her blood rapidly through her body. She quaked at the thought he could actually hear it….

Emerald sparks pierced the blackness churning around her. "Because I've killed them all."

She inched away, gasping out her words in short, disbelieving breaths. "No! No, you couldn't have."

He continued to glide closer until he hovered over the bed. "Ahhhh, but I did." Moonlight played across his features, illuminating the wild brown hair that hung over one eye. "Everyone in the household, Relena." He tilted his head as he regarded her. "All so I can have you." Green flashed to predatory red as he leaned nearer.

"You're a monster," she spat. She wanted to run, but her legs had frozen into two large stalagmites rooted to the mattress. She clenched her jaw and met his glowing eyes. "Fine, kill me. I'm not afraid to die."

A gloved hand reached out to stroke her cheek. "Ahhhh, so young, so full of spirit. Your blood will taste like the finest wine from back in the days when I was human."

She flinched away, swallowing hard when his pale lips pressed into a scowl, baring the pearly edges of the fangs she had tried to tell herself would not be there.

"But after disposing of the others, I'm afraid I'm quite full. I have no desire to kill you tonight."

Her thoughts turned to her brother. "Milliardo…"

"He fought well for you," her unwelcome companion smirked. "But he couldn't have hoped to be strong enough to defeat me." An icy finger reached out to catch the tear that spilled onto her cheek. "I knew him in my mortal life. Do not weep for him. He wouldn't want you to."

All the breath left her body. "What…what do you want…with me?" Tiny knives pricked her spine and the wound at her neck simmered like a brand pressed to her skin.

His hand withdrew and he leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. A small smile chewed at his mouth - a smile that served as a ghastly mockery of what had once been a fond remembrance.

"A little sport, perhaps. A little fun," he said and tapped a single finger on his chin. "It's been ages since I've mated with a human female. I'm bored and would like some children, I think." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "You'll make an excellent mother."

"No…." She shook her head and shrunk away.

"Hm. You are strong, Relena, but not strong enough." He sat up and leaned closer. His cool breath caressed her cheek. "You already belong to me. That's my blood that burns like fire in your veins. When I gave you my kiss, my mark…" His lips lingered over her neck. She felt his fingers prying at her collar, but fear sewed her to the mattress where she could not move.

With effort, she worked both hands up to his chest and shoved him away. "No."

Smoldering eyes flickered as his form half-melted back into the shadows. "That's it. Keep saying no. It'll make my conquest so much more amusing."

He snapped his fingers and consciousness fled. Her body fell slack against him like a marionette without its strings. Before the darkness claimed her, she heard him whisper: "Good night."

* * * * * *

She awoke to a feeling of peace, reminding her of a time when she lay in the bright sunlight of a beach in summer - warm waves lapping at her skin and the calm roar of the ocean gently pulling her from sleep. The salted air tarried in her nostrils despite her conscious state. She stretched and white satin sheets tittered with her movements. Relena smiled and sat up.

"You're awake." An emerald fire lit in the corner of the room, chasing away the shadows that clung to him.

"You," she choked out; her wide eyes frantically searched the new surroundings. Light gleamed off long, sharpened teeth as her companion smirked. Relena drew in a ragged breath, squaring her shoulders when she faced him.

"What have you done to me? Where have you brought me?"

He separated from the darkness. Light bathed his familiar form, and leant it a remembered air. She had known him when he was human - had loved him, then. But he was different now.

"You know the answers to those questions, Relena. I'm not going to waste my time." His tone was curt and clipped as he paced across the room, approaching the bed. "Are you hungry? Would you care to eat?"

"Eat what?"

Amusement carved his countenance into a rare smile. "Food. You're still human."

"Oh." Her eyes fell to the covers at her waist as she twisted them in her grasp.

He started towards the door.

"No. I won't eat, and I won't be forced to bear children for you. I'd rather die."

Dark lightning flashed as he lunged across the room. A rush of cool air ruffled the bed clothes, and before she could blink, his lithe fingers tangled in her loose, golden waves. He yanked hard, roughly pulling her head back, and bared the tender flesh he had claimed once before. "That, Princess, is something that could be arranged all too easily." He leaned over her, his voice falling to a murderous whisper. "Don't tempt me. It's will power alone that keeps me from tearing out your throat."

She raised her head and met his gaze, scraping together the last of her courage. "I'm not afraid of you." She swallowed and fought back the fear that his 'kiss' had injected into her neck all those nights ago. It poisoned her blood as it raged through her body, corrupting the cells as it went - until even her heart pounded out his name. "I'm not afraid to die."

"Hm." His eyes seemed to soften as that smug, twisted grin resumed its place. He released her. "Then why do you tremble when I'm near?"

* * * * * *

She stood at the window, staring down at where the ocean lapped against jagged rocks far beneath the prison of this strange, dismal castle. Her room at least was white, with glass to allow the light of the sun or the moon, but the rest of what she had seen was black - or red. "Like blood," she murmured to the night, her eyes focused on the angry waters that stretched for miles.

A cool breeze swept into the room, and she knew he was there. The white silk of the nightgown hugged her form as goosebumps slithered up her spine. She closed her eyes and wished she was at home, safe in her room. "Please…"

Hands made of marble smoothed across the front of her gown, drawing her into his cold embrace. She shivered. "No…"

Warm-less lips pressed against the flesh of her neck, mouthing down to the curve of her shoulder. His palms traveled up the front of her bodice, her nipples gathering as he grazed them through the enticing fabric. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter as she felt the straps of her nightgown fall. The silk slid down and pooled at her feet.

"Relena…."

"Trowa, why?" She whispered, unable to break away. Her voice sounded small and distant to her own ears, as if it were detaching itself from her body. "Why are you doing this? What happened to you? The man I knew would never force me to do this. He would never needlessly kill so many people."

He pulled away, and she caught herself against the rough-hewn stone wall. "I'm not a man any longer," he answered to the bare skin of her exposed back.

The young woman steadied her rebelling limbs and turned around to face him. "Just because you've changed doesn't mean you have to…"

"Kill, Relena? Yes, I have to kill, now, in order to live. It's a curse, but in exchange…"

"You live forever." She wrapped her arms around her uncovered body. "I know. Your victim's lives for yours. And so you'll kill me, too?" Her voice seemed to rise steadily, assaulting him with the force of the sea crashing against the shore below them. "The way you killed Pagan and my brother?"

He turned away, his head bowed low as if ashamed. She almost didn't hear him speak.

"I didn't kill them."

"What?"

His voice revisited a vulnerable, human timbre as he repeated the admission. "I didn't kill them. I told you that to scare you, so you wouldn't resist or cry out."

Silence stretched between them, and he made no movement, no sound. He truly did seem to be carved from stone. "You…Trowa, why have you brought me here?"

He whirled around too quickly for her mortal eyes to see. "You're mine, Relena." Trowa caught her hands and advanced towards her. "I couldn't see before…there's so many things that have become clearer, so many things I understand now. To kill is necessary, to love no less so. And we have been bound since the first time we met - you know it as well as I do. My future has changed, and so must yours."

The princess shook her head, fighting to be released from the iron-like shackles of his grasp. "But I have a responsibility…."

"No longer. Understand this, Relena. Humans will fight and live and die. It's their nature. You can't stop them, only delay their destructive habits." His voice dropped as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. "What will they do when you die, Relena? They'll be again left to themselves."

She reached up and pushed the hair from in front of his face. "You used to have hope… not so long ago, when we were younger. You hoped that it could change. You used to have hope… in me."

He let out a breath and leaned forward to press his forehead against hers. His cold hands curled around hers, bringing them up to slide along the lines of his jaw. "I still hope," he whispered. Green eyes opened, their strange fire lit this time with emotion. "For you."

"Trowa…" Her lids drooped closed as he bent to claim her lips in a kiss far gentler than she had imagined. Her arms came up to wrap under his shoulders while his hands ran long strokes down her back. He tightened his embrace, pressing her nude, fragrant form against him in what could have been a chiseled sculpture of seduction.

"Stop fighting me, Relena."

"I'm not," she whispered. "I…love you. I always have."

She was on a cliff, dangling over its edge. Her one hand grasped onto dampened earth, fingernails clawing into bits of grass, trying to hold on.

Stop fighting me…

She let go, and fell into the abyss beneath her feet.

He was there, in her mind, she could feel his thoughts spinning in her head. His heart pounded loudly in her ears - distinct, powerful - so forceful, it drove her own to abide by its beat. Pain sliced through her body as he took it over. Her hands fumbled upwards to remove his shirt and expose his porcelain chest. The hiss of pleasure at her touch echoed in her mind, urging her fingers to explore him further.

They trailed down to the waistline of his pants, and began to work the button.

Move them without your hands.

"I…I."

A picture flashed in her mind, sinful in its execution, of his masculine body - perfect, lean, the breathing figure of David. She felt heat inflame her features, but the fabric obediently slipped from her grasp, removing the last of the clothing from his legs, and baring all of him to her touch.

Relena began to ache for him as another jolt of electricity wracked her body, followed by images flashing through her brain: She saw herself touching him, stroking him. Her fingers acted out the fantasy, tracing a delicate path over the engorged shaft; and then it was filling her mouth. She heard him moan, sighing her name as she moved atop his body and sought to pleasure him.

She could feel his desire raging through her own veins. She swallowed and tried to keep her breathing steady. Her heart sped up, still in time with his. Her palms roved over his warming flesh; her tongue coaxed him towards release.

The pleasant hum of his thoughts changed, becoming something more determined. She felt him pull her into an upright position, and shift back against the headboard. He no longer had to speak to her, or show her what he wanted. She knew. Relena stirred without thinking, every reaction seamlessly bound to his initial motion.

She moved astride his lap, his member poised between her legs. His right hand curled around her shoulder, and she looked into his eyes. Dark emerald glimmered for an instant and she felt his emotions, all of them, sweep through her. She understood now why he had brought her here.

"What will they do when you die, Relena? They'll be again left to themselves."

She let herself down onto him, the pain of entry was smothered by his poignant pleasure, but still a divider forced between them. Her head lolled forward onto his shoulder as he surged up to meet her. She bit her lip and choked back a cry.

Red tainted Relena's vision as Trowa crushed her body to his. Her back arched like she would break in half. Daggers pierced the milky skin of her neck, slashing open the wounds he had left once before. Her arms came up to hold him.

One hand snaked over her back and grabbed her buttocks as he drove his arousal deep inside her again and again. She felt consciousness waver and her eyes closed; he was pulling her into his darkness. Shadows detached themselves from the wall to rake at her flesh, the determined tow at her neck seared through every vein in her body. Her heartbeat slowed despite the exertion while fire consumed her body from the inside out. She struggled against it just as mindless pleasure bolted through her form. She convulsed and screamed, and then the chasm claimed her.

* * * * * *

Relena padded quietly about the room at sunset, gathering what little clothing she had for the journey ahead. She moved towards the door, the latch clicking in the chamber's airy quiet. Perhaps a few nights ago she could have convinced herself it was all a dream, but now… The sound of his voice startled her from her thoughts. "You won't stay with me."

"I will," she answered to the door. "I'll come back. I just have to finish a few things and resign. It'll be too difficult if I just disappear."

"Hn."

She turned around to see him leaning shirtless against the window, staring down at the icy sea that slurped the land. His skin was so pale it reflected the color of the fading sun on the waters below. And it was just as cold.

"Difficult for those who come looking," he sneered.

Relena moved closer. "I won't give you any more reasons to kill."

"You have nine months," he spoke to the glass. She realized then he was watching her reflection.

Her hand flew to her stomach. "How…how do you know?"

"I live inside you, Relena."

She stood up straighter and approached him, holding his reflected gaze in the window. "It…it will be like you?"

He turned away fully; she could no longer see anything of his face. "Half human, half vampire," he answered. "It will choose its life but be always tempted by death. I didn't lie. You'll be an excellent mother." His voice rumbled low in his throat, sounding rough and strained to her ears.

The sun finished its descent, plunging the room into the all too familiar black of night. She reached his side and smoothed a hand up the length of one arm before resting her forehead against the back of his shoulder. "Trowa, I…"

"Don't expect me not to be there when it's born. If you haven't returned by then, you will that night." He seemed to dissipate beneath her fingers, melting out of her loose embrace.

She spoke to the darkened mist that held his human shape. "And then what?"

Shadows parted and those vicious fangs bore light once more. "And then I'll kill you."