Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Talk Of Angels ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

"My Prince," Zechs said in his slightly husky voice, "The Queen wishes an audience with you. Would you like to recieve her?" Previously a member of the Seriphim, Zechs' beauty was decieving of his true nature. Reveling in pain and torture, he had been one of the conspiritors against Malain. Duo pulled himself roughly out of Treize's embrace to look at Zechs with something close to relief. An eyebrow cocked in annoyance, Treize did not share his newly aquired lover's appriciation at the interruption of his intimate moment. Zechs smirked at Duo's obvious discomfort at being caught with the taller Demon, but tactfully said nothing.
tell her to wait. The Prince and I have some unfinshed buisness to attend to." Treize grinned roguishly at a flushed and miserable Duo, who sat on his lavish bed, hair unbound, wearing nothing but a loin cloth. Eyebrows quirked in interest, Zechs' eyes traveled slowly up Duo's muscular, scantily clothed body, to finally come in contact with the other's wide, suprised violet eyes. Smiling, Zechs bowed to both Demons in their turns and said to Treize,
you wish, My Lord. I shall tell the Queen so." He started to turn to leave, but Treize stopped him with a question.
are you doing messenger duty? Are there no prisoners in the dungeons?" Zechs scowled angrily.
My Lord. I am in need of fresh meat. Go you hunting soon?"
I shall bring you back some fresh quarry, if you promise to use them slower than the others I gave you." Zechs' eyes gleamed with bloodlust.
promise." As soon as Zechs left the room, Treize turned and looked at Duo admiringly.
beautiful one, shall we resume?"
no. I am sure what Relena has say is important, so I had better go see what she wants." Rolling off the bed, Duo started to dress, then jumped in suprise as Treize's arms snaked around his waist.
sure she can wait," he murmured in Duo's ear.

Trowa, are you awake?"
What is it, love?"
not sure, but I know that something is wrong. Very wrong." Sitting up slowly and stretching cautiously, Trowa looked down at Quatre, who looked back up at him worriedly. Trowa's wings were extended, and covered both Angels like a warm, golden-brown blanket. Pulling them to his back, Trowa stretched again and yawned, looking at Quatre sleepily.
what is wrong? Is it something to do with Michael?"
It has to do with Duo. Something horrible is going to happen. And it has to do with Heero as well." Trowa raised an eyeybrow in mild alarm. Not as quick to worry as his lover, he still trusted Quatre's instincts, and acted accordingly.
you know what?" Towa asked. Quatre shook his head in digust. One of the few telepaths of Heaven, he had very short patience with the range of his gift. Telepathy was more often found in humans, so the Angels very closely guarded the two in their numbers. Quatre and Gabrielle both were very highly precious to Jillian, and their lifestyles reflected this. While very sufficating for Quatre, who had been a soldier before the dreams started coming to him, he put up with it, because it had become a very effective weapon against the Demons.
we should talk to Gabielle, and see if he has had any premonitions as well."
The two Angels rolled out of their bed, fully awake and alert. As they started to dress, Trowa noticed that his lover was shaking, as if cold. But the room was warm, as always. Trowa closed the distance between himself and Quatre, and folded Quatre in his arms comfortingly. Burying his face against Trowa's muscular chest, Quatre took a deep breath, taking in the familar smell of mint that Trowa always carried faintly. The shaking subsided, and Quatre looked up at Trowa's face, which held an expression of worry.
it that bad?" He asked. "I knew it had to be slightly frightening, but..." Quatre turned away in shame.
sorry, Trowa. You should stay and sleep. I shouldn't have woken you." Trowa siezed Quatre's chin in his hand, and forced the other to look at him. Gazing deeply into Quatre's eyes, he said,
would have been hurt and insulted had you done other than what you did. I want to be with you, know everything about you, whether it be good or bad. I love you, Quatre, and want to be part of your life. Understand?" Quatre nodded, smiling softly. Trowa dropped Quatre's face, and went in search of his sword belt. Swinging it around his waist, he grabbed Quatre's hand and led him out the door.
We must find Gabrielle."

Treize watched the two leave their room, and chuckled softly to himself. They would never find Gabrielle, nor he them, because he, Treize, had previously dispatched Gabrielle to Zechs, and was planning to do the same with these two as well. This was too much fun: the thrill of the hunt, the stalking of one's prey, then the capture, the prey struggling madly, knowing there was no way out. This was the feeling Treize lived for. That, and making love to Duo. Treize smiled to himself and chuckled at that thought. It was obvious that Duo hated him, but he didn't care. To posess one of such beauty was a pleasure to be taken, willingly or otherwise. He might have some fun with the blonde one beneath him before turning him over to Zechs. He was pretty, enough so to interest the Demon. But he would have to capture him first. That promised to be a challenge, considering that the blonde one was lovers with the tall, strong-looking one that walked beside him with the confidence of a soldier. Treize sighed. Oh, the beauty of the hunt! The kill did not interest him, that was Zechs' place, but the hunt aroused his emotions. It was almost time for the battle that would end tonight's hunt. He licked his lips in anticipation.


"Where is he? We should have met up with him by now. He always knows when someone seeks him, and he never sleeps." voice was tinged with fear and worry. He edged closer to Trowa, looking around them in the shadows. Trowa kept his eyes straight ahead, and walked with confidence. None of the feelings that plagued Quatre's steps seemed to affect him in the slightest. kept silent, and this slightly frightened his lover.almost as if he's anticipating a battle. I feel the same way, but-: Quatre never had a chance to finish his thought, for Trowa whipped around, pulled his sword out of it's sheath, and in the same movement, shoved Quatre behind him, going down in a defensive crouch. Quatre follwed his movement, his soldier training coming back to him in a rush that threatened to drown him. He barely saw the black streak that flew past him, but he followed it with his instincts, as he had been taught to do. He didn't risk glancing at Trowa, for that would put him off guard, and give the enemy a window to attack. He didn't need to see the menace to know that it was a Demon. He could feel the hatred eminating from it as it circled around, looking for an unguarded opening to attack. Quatre saw a flash of sharp white teeth as the thing grinned. It had surrounded itself in shadows, so as to be hidden from sight, the only parts of it visible being it's teeth and eyes, which glowed red in the light from the tourches along the palace walkway. Quatre realized something: The way it grinned, the way it moved, swiftly from side to side, told him that the thing wanted to battle he and Trowa. Trowa must have notticed this as well, for he growled low in his throat, as he always did when meeting an opponent in battle. The Demon growled back, then chuckled mockingly. This must have enraged the Archangel, for he launched himself at the thing, and started to fight with it fiercly. Thrusts and chops were blocked as easily as if a master were seeing what his apprentice had learned in his lesson that day. And Trowa was no apprentice.
Trowa cast what would have been the killing blow to any normal Demon, but this one was stronger, better than the rest of his kind. This one had power at his command. Power that rivaled even that of Malain. Instead of killing the thing like it should have, the blade bounced harmlessly off of the shield of shadows. The Demon chuckled once more, then surrounded Trowa in a cloud of darkness. The last thing Quatre saw of his lover was his terrified face. Then he was gone.
Quatre screamed. It was a scream that defied all laws of sound. It was the sound of one who had just lost their only love. was the sound of pain.
Treize was very proud of himself. He Had just sent the soldier on a very uncomfortable trip to Hell, where he would be met by Zechs, and experence more than just discomfort. Looking down at the crying blue-winged being on the ground, Treize let the shadows melt away to reveal his form to the pretty one named Quatre. He crouched down and picked the dishevieled Angel up. Quatre had fainted in rage at the sight of him, so this action was met with no resistance. Carrying his burden, Treize melted into the shadows hence he came, and returned to Hell, where Relena was waiting to talk to him.
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END OF PART FOUR