Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Choice of Death ❯ Chapter 12

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

C-Chan2: I am returning the lemon since I haven't updated in a while.

Jim: You're a mental case, you know that.

C-Chan2: Yes, but that's what people love about me.

Lloyd: Like me!

Jim: I wonder about both of you sometimes.

C-Chan2: Late at night when you're lonely and pining for him?

Jim: Um....what?

Lloyd: Ignore her, dammit. Let's get to the fic.

C-Chan2: Hope I did good in this chapter.



Ebony eyes slowly opened at an unfamiliar feeling. He lay on the floor, his body throbbing and stinging from the welts and open cuts that Treize's whipping had left. He had recieved his first whipping from a Councilman and hadn't even flinched. His skin was far too tough to be affected by an ordinary whip. However, once the man was gone the real punishment began. Treize had learned his lesson and hadn't bothered with the regular leather whip. With Wufei chained to the floor he had revealed his newest toy. The whip looked like any other, but Wufei's eyes widened as he recognized what its tail was made of. It was a known fact that unicorns were one of the most powerful creatures of magic, so a whip made from the hide of such a creature was bound to do some damage.

Wufei winced as he relived the beating in his mind, gasping as the first cut he had recieved from the whip stang as he did so. He was aware that the floor was sticky and it only made sense, he was bleeding after all. He closed his eyes, feeling weaker as each minute passed. He wanted to go back to sleep, wanted nothing but darkness. This hurt far too much. He gave in and closed his eyes, aware of what he believed was a hand passing through his hair. It must have been his imagination, because he was sure that he was alone. His mind produced the image of a certain knight, imagined that the young man was there with him. Though he knew that he wasn't as that unfamiliar aura brushed against him again, the hand in his hair gone.

His eyes opened again, this time with much effort and he looked about the candle lit room. Shadows shifted around him and he wasn't sure if it was from the flickering light of the candles or those guardians that had surrounded the castle of late. He got his answer as a shadow slithered in his direction. It was here for him was it? Painfully he reached out a hand to it. It crawled closer and Wufei stretched, wanting nothing more than to bring it close to him. There was no reason why he shouldn't allow it to take his soul, there was nothing for him here. The shadow was only inches away from him when it was stopped, Wufei watching as a man gently picked it up as if it were a kitten.

"No, no, no.", he gently scolded, sending the shadow off, "Not this one. At least not tonight."

He was then crouching in front of Wufei, looking down at him with flame colored eyes to study the young dragon. Wufei would have frowned if he felt as if he were able to but he was far too tired to make facial expressions. So with empty eyes and an expressionless face he looked up at this new stranger. A hand reached out to stroke his hair and Wufei began to understand. He had been that unfamiliar feeling, whoever he was. He reached out to release Wufei from his chains, making sure to avoid aggrivating any wounds as he did so.

"Come now, you don't want death just yet.", he murmured gently.

He knelt then, gently taking the wounded dragon in his arms and then slowly lifting him from where he layed on the blood stained floor. Whispering and cooing to the boy gently as if he were a baby he took him to Treize's bed, resting him there and shooing off another shadow that came too close.

"No, you can't go just yet.", he told the boy, seating himself beside him, "You have to help cause some trouble."

Trouble? Wufei opened his mouth to ask a silent question, but the man stopped him, gently taking him by the chin and closing his jaw shut. Then Wufei watched as he raised his hand to his eyes, gently guiding his lids closed. Wufei was asleep in an instant and Naberius smiled down at him.

"You my dear boy will be of some good use.", he said to the sleeping form, "I need you to help me cause quite a bit of trouble."

He listened to the boy's heart beat, his eyes watching down at Wufei as he read the dragon's mind. The boy was dreaming of a blond young man, a knight of prestigious honor and a nephew to the slave's own master. It would seem Duo wasn't the only one in love. This dragon was more than in love, in fact Naberius was sure he had been smitten by this human. He would do anything if it meant their happiness.

"Anything.", Naberius mumbled, his face fitting with a dark smile.

With a sinsiter chuckle he leaned forward until his lips were next to Wufei's ears. He had been waiting to do something sinister since he had been sent from the Underworld. He now had a plan that would get more than just one soul reaped if he played his cards right.

"Wufei.", he called gently, his voice an echo of Zechs', "Do you love me?"

He waited a few moments, aware that the dragon now shifted in his sleep, but he got the answer he was looking for. However, he couldn't hear it. Naberius frowned at that. The boy was a mute? His eyes then caught the scar and he reached out to run fingers over it. The human who owned this creature had to be cruel to steal the boy's voice. No matter, he could still speak to Wufei easily. He repeated his question, this time listening with his own ability to hear Wufei telepathically.

/Yes, Zechs. I love you./

"More than anything?", he continued, unable to hold back a smile.

/I would die for you./, the sleeping boy admitted and Naberius appreciated the answer.

"Yes, but would you kill for me?"

He waited patiently, turning his head to watch the sleeping face frown in confusion. He gently nuzzled the boy's cheek, holding back his laughter as Wufei shuddered at the touch. This human had done more than just capture this creature's heart.

/I'd do everything I could for you./, Wufei finally answered, /For us./

"Good. You've put me at ease. I had figured you wouldn't be able to do it."

He watched Wufei's slumbering face frown once again and he had a short moment of panic as Wufei's eyes began to open. Quickly he let his form change, ebony hair lightening while flaming eyes calmed into blue. Wufei woke not sure if he was dreaming or not, but he stared up at Zechs who only smiled down at him.

/Do what?/, he asked and his lover only offered him a small laugh.

"Kill my uncle of course.", Naberius answered as if it were obvious, "He's the only one that stands in the way."

Wufei frowned at Zechs answer. Not only because he had somewhow understood what he said, but because of the strange gleam of the knight's eyes. He wanted to question but he left it to the reason that he was only dreaming. Though he still wasn't sure why the knight suddenly wanted him to commit murder and put his own life in jeopardy.

/Kill Treize?/

"Don't wait until he hurts you again. Take his life while you're able, then you and I could be together freely."

/But-/

"You know it's the only way.", Naberius pushed, aware of Wufei's resistance.

Mere words weren't going to work with this one. The dragon watched as Zechs' eyes changed, it seemed as if fire was now burning in the orbs, or perhaps the candles were reflecting in them? Whatever it was soon had him entranced and Naberius smirked at his success.

"Treize must die, Wufei.", he gently told him, making sure the dragon continued to look at him, "If you truly love me than you'll kill him without mercy. It's the only way."

/The only way./, the dragon repeated and then his eyes were closing again.

Quite satisfied with the way things were going Naberius stood from the bed. Dragons were stubborn, so it would take a while for it to actually settle, but he was sure he had been able to persuade him. Now all he had to do was sit back and relax, things were going to get pretty interesting around here.



The medic was drawn from his light sleep by the knocking on the door. He rose from his chair supressing a yawn, his eyes looking to the closed door in which the prince and his slave were resting behind. He shook his head at the thought of the prince, who they had to set a cot up in the room for the man to rest on. Trowa was now ill, his body weakened and suseptible to the sickness that was expected in the infimary. He had caught pneumonia and now the medic was watching over him as well.

The knocking came again and he quickened his steps so as to halt the noise before it woke any of the other patients. Tired eyes looked out at the guard and young woman that stood just outside it, his eyes lighting in understanding as he recognized the familiar formal robes of a mage. His Majesty had alerted him that a mage would be coming. He hadn't expected her so soon, he had nothing prepared to aid her with.

"Please, do come in.", he invited with a gentle smile, "I've been expecting you, but not so early."

As he opened the door wider with a bow to the young woman, Noin stepped in as she thanked him, looking around the medical wing with an appreciative eye. She had seen plenty of medical wings, none have been so clean as this. Then again, this was the royal infirmary which could have accounted for its cleansliness. Her admiration would have to wait, there was someone that needed her help. It was best she got down to business.

"So where is this young man? The one who you say went into shock?"

The physician nodded and directed a hand to the closed door before he was leading Noin toward it. Merdoc followed behind them, a bit uneasy about being around sick people. He didn't much need to catch anything, he liked having his clean bill of health. The three of them entered the room, Merdoc and the doctor stopping as Noin hissed in pain. The guard caught her before she could stumble backwards and the two men worried over her for the few moments she took to right herself.

"I'm alright.", she assured them, though they found it hard to believe her, "It's just a mage thing. I'm empathetic and I was careless. I should have shielded myself before I came in, those two are in pain I can't even begin to describe."

With a steadying arm still around her, Merdoc accompanied the mage closer to the cot where Trowa lay. She looked him over, a hand reaching to brush aside the bang to rest on his forehead. Then she was pulling the blankets up around him, tucking him in tightly.

"Pneumonia.", she announced, looking to the doctor, "I'm sure you knew this already. You have the medicine to treat him don't you?"

The doctor nodded and Noin gave a sound of approval, before she was standing from the cot. Merdoc was by her side again and she smiled at him appreciativly for his help.

"He'll need another blanket to keep him warm.", she said on her way to Quatre, "I'll begin brewing the medicine as soon as I can. Until he's better he eats only lightly seasoned broth and drinks nothing but hot tea."

Blue eyes looked down at the blonde slave on the bed and she frowned as her senses went into overload. There was too much magic eminating from this young man and she knew it could only mean one thing.

"You said he went into shock?", she questioned, sitting beside Quatre.

"Yes.", the doctor answered, moving closer, "His Highness, Prince Trowa, brought him as the boy was having seizures. We have no idea what could have caused it. Then again one could suspect. . ."

The doctor's voice trailed off and Noin turned to look at him. He was trying his best to figure whether or not to say what he wanted to say and Noin wanted to know just what exactly he thought it could be.

"One could suspect what, sir?"

"Magic.", he offered, feeling a bit silly.

Noin sighed as she looked back to the boy who jerked slightly in his sleep. The man was right, magic had done this and that meant more trouble than it seemed. He was still feeling the afterwaves of what had to be a very powerful attack, one meant to kill. However, he had survived what he was never meant to. He'd been damaged far more than Noin had expected. She wasn't quite sure if she'd be able to heal him correctly.

"Don't fret doctor.", Noin said gently, aware the man was nervously shifting, "You were right. This was magic, very powerful magic and the mage that sent it, well it'll take me a while to figure out who. I wish to discuss nothing further until I've spoken with the king. That means doctor, you tell no one else; these words are not to be repeated at all."

The man nodded obediently and Noin turned to Merdoc, who stood waiting for any order she might have.

"Merdoc, will you please call for the king? There's much to be discussed."

"I'll do just that, ma'am.", he said with a nod of his head.

"Noin.", the woman corrected for what seemed the hundredth time.

"Sorry, Noin. I'll get him as fast as I can."

With a bow he left and Noin returned her attention to the twitching boy. His movements were increasing, a reaction to her next to him she was sure. She realized that this young boy was a mage himself and that raised more questions than she had time to ask. Her hands gently took hold of his head, her index and middle fingers applying pressure to the boy's skull at his temples. As his body relaxed, she let her mind link with his, well prepared this time for the mental impact. She cringed at the sight, he was in horrible shape. Who on earth could have possibly been this cruel to have done this to him?

Violent coughing broke her from her concentration and she looked to the cot beside her, finding the prince was now shivering violently. It was then she noticed. They had been bonded by magic, unconciously it was safe to say, and now the prince was reacting to everything his slave was feeling. So when it came to mage healing, she was healing more than one. She looked to the medic behind her, who stood watching with curious eyes.

"Blankets.", was her demand and he nodded, "Then I need you to gather all I'll need for the medicine. I want them healed as soon as possible, they've suffered enough."

With a nod the medic was off to do as she had bid and Noin turned back to focus her attention on the mage in front of her. His Majesty had done right in calling for aid from the Magus Society. Magic was the only thing that could help them now.



Heero had wasted no time after Milliardo had left and had set to locking the doors to his chambers, even those of the balcony. Duo had wanted to question the peculiar behavior but was soon distracted by the mouth that had taken hold of his, his body becoming lax as Heero took hold of him. They were then once again in the bedroom, Heero pausing momentarily to lock the doors behind him as well. It wasn't long before he had Duo in the very same position before Milliardo had interrupted them. Heero's lips pulled away from Duo's to beginning nipping and teasing at the skin of his slave's neck, the boy squirming underneath him.

With Duo already shirtless, the king didn't have to waste time in removing it. His hands were free to roam over the boy's torso, chuckling as Duo shivered at the touch. He lifted away from where he was lapping at the boy's collarbone to stare down into darkened violet eyes. He offered the shadow a seductive smile, moving to completely straddle Duo's hips. Duo was only able to stare up at the man that leered down at him with a hunger he had never seen before. His body was trembling and yearning, his mind reeling with confusion. He wanted to question but his tongue wouldn't form the words.

Duo watched as Heero began to remove his tunic, his breath catching as Heero's tanned and chiseled chest was revealed. Heero smiled at his reaction, carelessly flinging the tunic aside before he was leaning over the shadow, his lips locking instantly with his slaves. Pressed against the half naked body beneath his, he couldn't help but let his hands wander over creamy skin, enjoying how Duo trembled at the touch of his fingers. Curious hands were soon mimicking every movement he made and Heero mentally smirked, since his mouth was far too busy tasting the one it was currently connected with.

He let his hands travel over Duo's abdomen, enjoying as the muscles clenched as he did so. Tentative fingers followed suit on his own abdomen, growing bolder when Heero showed no sign of objection. Heero's mouth left Duo's lips to explore the column of Duo's neck, his teeth gently scraping while his tongue tasted the sensitive skin. His slave was soon whimpering, Duo's hand tangling in the king's chocolate locks to encourage the man in staying there. Heero couldn't help but laugh, letting his mouth greedily lap a trail down to the boy's chest with his hands sliding there as well.

The braided shadow couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of Heero's mouth against the skin of his chest. His arms wrapped about the king to pull him to him, as his body seemed to demand that the man be closer. He had never felt anything like this before and as much as he was afraid of what it meant, he couldn't help but yearn for more.

He gasped again, this intake of breath followed by a whimper as Heero gently suckled the slight hollow of his sternum. The kings hands were busy as well, gently gliding over Duo's sides, causing the boy to squirm. As his mouth traveled lower, his hands occupied the chest that he left behind, and his slave's short cry caused him to smirk.

Nimble fingers pulled and teased at the boy's nipples, bringing the small mounds of flesh to attention. The king led a trail of wet kisses back up to the panting chest, a thumb brushing over a nipple one last time before he caught it between his teeth. Duo couldn't help but arch into the feeling, biting his lip to stifle a cry. Trembling hands reached out for his master, nails clawing into the man's shoulder unconsciously as he writhed in pleasure.

Heero hissed at the slight moment of pain, his tongue soothing the trapped nub apologetically and Duo's grip loosened. He was soon suckling on its twin, listening in amusement as Duo tried to stifle every sound he made. Heero pulled away for a brief moment to watch down at the shadow. Duo's eyes were clenched shut, his cheeks flushed from pleasure and his lips slightly parted as he panted. He had never in his life thought he'd find himself here, though he'd dreamed of it several times. His hand reached out to stroke Duo's cheek, almost as if to make sure that it was all real. Violet eyes slowly opened, the boy turning his head so that he was looking up at the chocolate-haired monarch.

Duo found himself staring into midnight blue, unable to pull away and not particularly wanting to. He found his hand rising to take hold of Heero's, pressing it against his cheek in an affectionate manner and Heero gently smiled. Bending forward, he pressed their lips together, Duo eagerly accepting the kiss as his arms wrapped about the body above his. He was too distracted by a warm tongue, slowly stroking the inside of his mouth, to notice the fingers working at the catches of his pants. Not even when Heero pulled away to return his worship on his abdomen, wet kisses and nips coaxing the most delightful sounds from him, did he realize he was being undressed.

He did notice however, when the cool air hit him, but by that time it was already too late. His pants went flying across the room, discarded and forgotten, and Duo laid exposed for Heero's viewing pleasure. It brought the braided shadow a slight feeling of vulnerability and he pulled at the sheets, ready to hide himself.

"No, you don't.", Heero warned him, pulling the sheets away, "I want to finally see you; every inch of you."

As Heero studied him, Duo shivered under the man's gaze. Colbat eyes traveled over his body from head to foot, every available surface stared at with equal fervor. Want and desire was now coursing through Heero and he couldn't help but reach out, his hand easily taking hold of delicate hips.

"You're almost built like a girl.", Heero teased.

His slave merely glared at him, not the least bit amused.

"If you're not happy, you can kindly let go of me.", Duo provided, and Heero snorted.

"So that you can get your way?", the king asked, his head lowering so that he could bite gently at Duo's hip, "I don't think so."

That caused Duo to gasp, his hands fisting the sheets as Heero's tongue lazily dragged along the width of his pelvis. He jumped as Heero came dreadfully close to a certain part of his anatomy, the king not missing the reaction in the slightest. He pulled back to study Duo, the boy reaching down to try and cover himself again. Heero stopped him however, holding the boy's hand to the bed by his wrists while his eyes studied his body closer. Duo's face was beyond red at the moment, to say the least, he was embarrased.

"Must you stare at it?", Duo asked, his body trembling as eyes clouded by desire looked up at him.

"Of course.", Heero answered breathlessly, "It's beautiful; like the rest of you."

The slave tried to shrink away as Heero lowered his head, but as he couldn't escape, he found himself shivering as Heero nuzzled his groin.

"Heero."

His attempt to gain the king's attention in order to stop him from going any further was useless. Needless to say he didn't really want Heero to stop. In fact he was quite curious as to what Heero was bound to do.

"Was there something you wanted?", Heero questioned.

Duo groaned as warm breath ghosted over his manhood, his erection twitching at the pleasant feeling. He bit his lip to stop any other sounds, shaking his head in answer to the king's question. Said royal only laughed, before his mouth was working again and Duo was arching up, his head rolling back as he nearly screamed.

"Oh gods.", he whimpered his eyes rolling shut, as Heero's tongue traced his length, "Heero."

Heero's hands finally released his wrists and Duo buried his fingers in the brown locks, wanting to pull Heero away from him. It was all too instense, his mind was reeling, as if he was bound to go mad. Instead of pulling Heero away, he ended up pushing the man closer as a hand wrapped around him the same moment lips closed about the head of his shaft.

"Ah! Heero, no wait!", he began panting heavily, his cries growing louder as more of his member disappeared into Heero's mouth, "Oh my gods. . . oh gods!"

His voice left him as Heero's hand began to caress his sac, having moved once his mouth took Duo completely, the slave's mouth hanging open in a soundless scream. Sweat drenched his skin as his body writhed in pleasure he had never experienced before, his hips thrusting up into the royal's eager mouth. His world was spinning when Heero began to move, Duo's hands fisting the bed linens tighter, his legs spreading wider as he tried his best to get. . .

"More!", he begged, his hips shallowly thrusting, "Please, Heero!"

Heero groaned at the sounds Duo were making, his own arousal throbbing, still trapped within his pants. He was more than happy to comply to Duo's wanton demands and pulled away, the chesnut-haired boy objecting. The king's hand replaced his mouth however, pumping Duo at a steady pace, fast enough to please him but slow enough so he didn't come to an end all too quickly.

The king shifted so that he was beside his slave, his lips finding Duo's to muffle the pants and cries falling from them. He was a bit shocked as Duo took to thrusting his tongue inside of his mouth, not thinking the slave could be so forward. It was obvious that Duo had thrown away, at least for the moment, his bitter and resisting self. Now all he could study was gaining more of what Heero was giving him.

Unsure yet impatient hands traveled Heero's body, carressing every inch of skin that it could, their mouths still meshed in a kiss. One of Duo's hands took hold of the nape of Heero's neck, while the other traveled over the king's stomach, drawing closer to the hem of Heero's pants. The king hissed as Duo slipped his hand inside, after a moment's hesitation, tentative fingers encircling around the engorged shaft. He had to stop him, pulling the hand from his slacks and apologizing softly. He had nearly lost it and Duo hadn't even started yet. He couldn't afford to finish that early, he wasn't so sure if tonight he'd have the stamina; something he wouldn't admit outloud.

Duo's lust darkened eyes looked up at Heero in a questioning manner and Heero merely took his lips again, the slave moaning as their tongues met for a brief instance. The king pulled away, his hands leaving Duo's body momentarily as he rose from the bed.

"What are you doing?", Duo questioned, his voice holding confusion, "Where are you going?"

Heero laughed softly at the turn of things. He had started out with a slave who would have done anything to be no where near his bed and now the shadow laid in said bed, panting and yearning for his touch. If he had the time, he'd let his ego get its moment to shine, but he was rather in a rush. His legs took him to his bureu, which he searched frantically for a small vial, the king making a sound of approval as he pulled it free. Duo watched with a puzzled look at the object in the man's hand as he returned.

"What is that?", he asked, as Heero climbed into the bed.

His arms automatically locked onto him, grateful for the feel of skin on skin, or at least it would be if Heero's pants were gone. He blushed at his own thoughts, not wanting to focus too much on what he wanted at the moment. His hands it seemed could care less about what he was embarrassed by as he reached for the catches of Heero's trousers.

"You know, I'll be willing to remove them if you only ask.", Heero told him, a smirk taking his lips.

"That would take too long.", the shadow argued, his hands breaking the leather catches easily.

Heero stopped him before he could do any more damage to his clothes, gently urging his slave to lie back and resting the vial beside him. He stood from the bed again, unclasping the only catch Duo hadn't destroyed before slowly removing his pants. His ego was given leeway to grow larger as Duo watched on, violet eyes widening in awe as his cheeks flushed. With Heero now exposed, the son of Death couldn't help but stare at the very well endowed king.

He realized that Heero was walking closer and he looked away, somewhat ashamed that he'd been staring. Now beside his bright-eyed lover (yes he'd take the chance and think of him as such), Heero moved until he was lying somewhat on top of him, his hands stroking sweat-dampened locks from Duo's face.

"I don't mind you staring.", Heero assured him, having caught the flush on Duo's face.

He was placing kisses along the boy's jawline, one hand carressing a thigh as the other reached for the vial. Duo couldn't help but watch as Heero uncapped it, wanting to know just exactly what it was. He didn't have to ask, since Heero was quick to explain it to him.

"It's so I don't hurt you.", the king offered and Duo frowned.

"So you don't hurt me doing what?"

Heero stopped in shock at the question. It would seem that though Duo knew of intimacy, he wasn't quite clear on how it was performed. He was more of a virgin than Heero thought. He offered the boy a reassurng smile and a chaste kiss to calm his nerves. The kiss grew deeper as he emptied some of the contents in to his hand, coating his fingers completely. He shifted his weight so the he was completely on top his slave, getting the result he wanted as Duo spread his legs to accomodate him.

Their kiss ended with Duo gasping and Heero groaning as their members came in contact, both moving to create friction. Heero thrust down and Duo's hips rose, both panting and moaning as they built speed, Duo desperately clinging to Heero's shoulder. The king pulled himself away, coming too close for the second time that night and he apologized to Duo's whine of objection. He needed to move this along.

With their groins no longer making contact, Heero took the opportunity to lower his hand to the one place he had yet to touch his slave. And touch he did, a finger gently teasing Duo's opening so that the slave gasped in mild shock. His face frowned as he looked to Heero for an explanation and the king only smiled at him, as if that was an answer for everything.

"Just relax.", Heero whispered, nuzzling the boy's neck affectionately, "I promise it'll be alright."

With those words he began his intrusion, Duo groaning uncomfortably and reaching out to stop him. The king merely brushed Duo's hand aside before returning to what he was doing. His mouth took Duo's as the boy whimpered, his digit slowly slipping in until his finger was fully sheathed. He paused for a moment, pulling back from the kiss to study his love's face.

"Are you alright?", he questioned, the boy slowly nodding.

He took his lips again as he began to pull his finger out, stopping part way to then push into Duo again. He kept his pace slow, working to make sure that Duo became used to the feeling. Duo himself wasn't sure how to feel. It was odd having something inside him, but as Heero continued to move he couldn't help but squirm. He gasped as another finger joined the first, Heero going as slow as he began. Duo was about ready to ask the monarch to stop when Heero plunged his fingers in, brushing against something that had Duo seeing stars.

"What was that?", he panted, Heero smirking down at him.

The king retreated and pushed in again, his fingers questing and a smile taking his lips as Duo's back arched.

"Do you like that?", he questioned, beginning to stroke that particular spot.

"Oh yes.", Duo moaned, his eyes falling closed, "Feels so good Heero. . . do it again."

Heero's length twitched at the words and he bid himself calm. He wanted nothing more than to plunge in to Duo, but he had to wait. Duo needed to be stetched just a bit more carefully. He watched transfixed as Duo writhed with the introduction of a third finger, Heero admiring the look of bliss on the boy's face, his loose hair haloing him. He continued to stretch Duo, his fingers pumping and scissoring so that the boy would be able to take him. Duo was a virgin after all and with conceited thoughts aside, Heero was a bit large.

"Please. . .", Duo whimpered, his body now trembling, his hips pushing desperately against Heero's hand, "Give me more, Heero. . . I need it."

That was all the persuasion Heero needed and he pulled his fingers free, pouring more oil from the vial into his hand to lather over his length. Carefully he took his place over Duo, positioning his shaft at Duo's opening and waiting for the right moment. Violet eyes that had been closed opened once again and Heero found himself staring. Duo's eyes had brightened from their lust-filled haze, but now they held no pupil, only the violet colored iris that seemed to hypnotize him.

His hault must have caused Duo to become impatient, because the shadow's hands took hold of hips, pulling him forward so that his manhood was pressing against him. The king took charge then, slowly pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle and nearly losing himself as he did so. He was so tight, so hot; Heero had to restrain himself from plunging into him.

Duo was panting, his hands gripping at Heero's hips, unsure if to push him away or pull him deeper. He wouldn't lie to himself and say it didn't hurt; gods did it hurt. However, he also felt a delightful pressure and as Heero slid in further he wanted it to stay. He whimpered as the king began to draw out and gasped as he pushed in again, this time deeper than before. It went on this way, Heero slowly thrusting until finally he slid in entirely and he paused for Duo to adjust.

It was Duo trying his best to move for Heero that told the cobat-eyed man he was ready and the slow thrusts started again. Duo moaning each time Heero pushed back in. He had never anticipated that this is what it would be like to lie with someone, had never thought to imagine it. The stories he had been told of sex hadn't interested him and he had never had a human body before this to have tried. What he was feeling he could barely put into words. Every nerve in his body was singing, sensitive to even the slightest touch and when Heero thrust into him he couldn't help but cry out.

He did just that as Heero's shaft brushed against that wonderful something inside him and he shifted trying to feel it again. His try was in vain and he whined. Maybe he couldn't feel it because Heero was going too slow? The lust filled half of his brain was eager to agree with him.

"Heero. . . faster.", he moaned, his hands gripping Heero's shoulders as the king complied.

Short little gasps left Duo's mouth as Heero increased in speed, his legs wrapping about the king's waist. Still he got nothing and he nearly growled in frustration. Not that this wasn't feeling exquisite, he just wanted to feel that jolt of pleasure again. He pulled Heero closer to him, his lips brushing against the king's ear.

"Faster, Heero.", he demanded, his voice needy, "Go harder."

Though he was a bit curious as to where this bout of sexual prowess had come from, he was happy to oblige. With a searing kiss to his slave's lips, Heero shifted and straightened. His hands unwrapped and spread Duo's legs as he angled himself so that he could easily thrust into his lover. As he snapped his hips forward, Duo's cry was confirmation enough that he had found what he was looking for. More powerful thrusts followed, Heero transfixed as he watched his lover pant, writhe and moan beneath him.

"Yes, Heero...that's it...", Duo screamed, his hips pushing back with every thrust Heero gave, ". . .oh gods. . .right there. . .yes!"

Heero hadn't expected Duo to be so. . . verbal. . . but he loved it all the same; it was hot. He was hot. . . and unbelievably tight. His hips began snapping foward, unable to keep his control no matter how much he wanted to. He was soon leaning over Duo again, his lips greedily taking Duo's, muffling the delicious sounds that was currently spilling from them. The two continued to move, building up to the inevitable and not caring in the slightest.

Duo wasn't sure what he was feeling; a feeling of something coiling in the pit of his stomach, fire running through is veins as if he were ready to explode. He pulled away from their kiss to bury his face in the monarch's shoulder, whimpering as the pressure seemed to build, his vision blurring slightly.

"Heero. . ."

The begging tone in Duo's voice was all Heero needed to know what the shadow wanted and without hesitation, his hand wrapped around the boy's length, pumping it in time with his frantic thrusts. Duo nearly lost the ability to breathe as Heero grabbed him, a loud moan escaping his throat as he caught his breath again. One last thrust against that wonderful spot and Duo was tumbling over. A scream tore from his throat as his hips pushed back against Heero's, his back arching. His head was thrown back, the king taken the opportuntiy to lower his lips and mark the boy's exposed neck.

The king's name was whimpered as Duo spurted his seed, the pearly fluid splattering between their chest and over Heero's hand. Duo's already tight sheath gripped him as the boy came and Heero tried his best to make it last. His body gave in however and he was coming himself, an animalistic growl bursting from his throat as he emptied himself into Duo's passage. Their lips met in a steamy kiss, as the two continued to move, stopping only once their orgasms finally waned.

Heero let himself fall to the side of his slave, his length slipping free and causing the boy to whimper at the feeling. Colbat eyes looked up to his lover, who was still panting, a sheen of sweat coating the boy's skin. His hand reached out to run through silken strands and Duo turned to look at him. His eyes were normal, the pupils having returned again. He smiled tiredly at the chestnut-haired boy, his eyes beginning to close.

"I love you, Duo.", the king muttered before falling asleep, unable to fight it off.

Duo watched as the man dozed off, his hand reaching out to brush aside a bit of damp hair from Heero's face, before his fingers were tracing the man's jaw line affectionately. He was pretty sure he'd hate himself in the morning once this dreamy feeling wore off, but for the moment he'd enjoy this. As he snuggled closer to Heero, he was aware of another presence and he looked up to find firey eyes staring back at him. How long had he been standing there?

"Now tell me you don't love him.", Naberius spoke, vehemece in his voice.

Duo couldn't answer him and only pulled himself closer to Heero in a protective manner. Naberius said nothing, only left in his usual flash of fire. Duo shivered, having felt the dark contempt that seemed to radiate from the demon. His mind didn't want to start worrying though, he was much too spent. With one last look about the room, Duo took the chance and fell asleep.



Merdoc stopped just before the door of His Majesty's suite, a knowing smile on his face. He had heard enough to know what had just finished happening behind those doors. Though Noin insisted the king be brought to the medical wing, he would wait until morning. The king deserved some time to himself. Turning on his heels, he headed back to where Noin and the medic waited for him.



Noin opened her eyes with a weary sigh, trying to fight off an impending headache. She had managed to begin reconstructing Quatre's mind, but as she drew closer, the boy had withdrawn. Now he was locking himself away and that meant more danger than Noin was willing to deal with.

The physician walked into the room, offering a cup of tea and she accepted it. It wouldn't hurt to take a quick break. She thanked him for his kindness and let herself enjoy the hot beverage. Their attention was drawn to the door as it opened, alerting them to Merdoc's return. Noin frowned as she realized that he was empty handed; no king in tow.

"Where's the king?", she asked, patiently awaiting an explanation.

"The king was engaged in activities I found best not to disturb."

She would have questioned further, but the smile on Merdoc's face was all she needed. She took to sipping her tea to hide her blush and the physician pretended to be busy fixing another cup of said tea.

"Well.", Noin said after clearing her throat, "We can always wait until morning."


T.B.C.


C-Chan2: There you go. It's my way of apologizing or taking so long to update.

Lloyd: It won't be long now.

Jim: Just another month or two.

C-Chan2: Oh hush you. It won't take a month. In fact, I'm nearly done with the next chapter.

Jim: Whatever.

Lloyd: Good bye for now! ^_^