Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elven Mage ❯ Of Love and Sex (and the Difference Between the Two). ( Chapter 7 )

Warnings: Yaoi (duh) Lemon! Limeish type stuff. Confusion and angst.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gundam Wing characters, however I do own Tia'ara, Nihrana and Shiakara and if you take them, you will suffer a horrible death by elfwing.

Author's note: This part's been a long time coming too, I know. I'm terribly sorry, but things keep getting busier… however I promise you it was worth the wait because there is finally a lemon! ^_^ Please tell me what you think, especially about the lemon. And, as always, if there's something you think needs changing, gimme a yell and I'll look into it.

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"I want to go home…" Duo muttered, running a hand through his unbound hair as he knelt in the center of a perfectly white, totally unadorned room. He and Heero wore nothing but straight white robes to their knees and a miniature storm cloud floated above the two of them. He didn't really mean it, he just said it because it was the only thing he could think of.

Heero and Shiakara both were surprised at how quickly Duo had learned. He had now been with them for three weeks, his spring festival long-since past, and he had already mastered Lifting and Movement. Shielding was nearly perfected and Energy Manipulation was perfect. His skills of Elemental Control surpassed even the highest mages already because, Shiakara theorized, elves were so in tune with the elements already. His Telepathy still suffered. He didn't like the thought of being inside someone else's head or of someone else being inside his head. He had no ability to FarCast or See, nor anything in the way of Shifting or Translocation. Duo was mildly annoyed he didn't have the ability to Shift, as he'd seen one or two other mages do it and thought how funny it would be to change his shape like Trowa, only be better at it because he could change into anything.

"You can't go home. You still need more training. Elemental Control alone is not enough to keep a storm in check or manipulate the weather. The art of controlling or manipulating weather is called, simply enough, Atmosphere. It takes a combination of Elemental Control, Energy Manipulation, Movement and an ability all together different from these three, which lends the necessary control. Few mages have the ability of Atmosphere, but I am one of them and so are you. We will start now. Practice of some abilities you have already learned, I think. Watch my Atmosphere and keep it from touching you at the same time."

Heero blinked slowly, waiting for Duo's ritual argument, and was surprised when he didn't get it. He opened his mouth to ask the elf if everything was all right, but found his head soaked with water before he even started. For a moment, he thought Duo had caused rain, but quickly realized he had merely pulled the water from the cloud and dumped it in one go over Heero's head. Heero couldn't help but smile. The elf's grin was just too contagious.

Duo tilted his head and his tongue peeked a little from the corner of his mouth as he lifted a hand and moved it slowly towards Heero. A warm wind gently dried the mage off and Duo gave a triumphant smile. It was harder to bring warmth out of nowhere than it had been to drag the water out of the cloud and he could see Heero was proud of him, even though his Master didn't even smile.

Heero blinked again, then moved one finger, refilling the cloud with water and causing it to boil and give off a small clap of thunder. Duo glanced at it and quickly threw up shields.

"Protection from Atmospheric attacks needs a change in your shielding," Heero stated, before bringing his hand down in a sharp motion. A small bolt of lightning leapt from the cloud and struck Duo's hand, bypassing his shields without even slowing. The elf winced, but only grew more determined instead of whining.

He thought for a moment, then augmented his shield with the element of Lightning.

Heero gave a slight nod and sent another bolt downward, this one hissed and sizzled against his shield, but didn't make it through.

"Good, only…" Heero murmured, and wriggled his fingers, making the cloud rain.

Duo yelped as the water reacted to the Lightening within his shield and sizzled back along his energy lines to zap him mercilessly.

"Shit!" he snarled and dropped the shield altogether, giving Heero the chance to strike his shoulder with another bolt of lightening. "And you're a shithead," Duo said, but there was definite affection underlying the words and it was evident that he was only teasing. He gained another bolt for his troubles, this one on his rear.

Heero smirked.

Duo formed his shielding again and tried Air. The bolts Heero sent at him barely even flinched, but the rain spattered off the shields and ran down the outside. Duo smirked. He wove another shield just beneath the Air shield and filled this one with Lightening. The water was sent off the first one and the bolts halted by the second.

Heero gave a nod and halted his attack.

"Now to control…"

Duo listened attentively, knowing Heero was never able to tell him he was happy with what he had done. It just wasn't in the mage's makeup to express things like that so easily. Duo had caught the mage, however, smiling a little when he looked at the elf. Once when he thought Duo was sleeping, he'd sat beside his bed for about half an hour, just watching the elf. Duo wasn't sure what it meant, but he was sure he liked it.

Hilde and the fact that he'd missed the festival hardly ever came to his mind. He wondered every so often what Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were doing with themselves, but it didn't weigh on him at all. He was hardly ever sad about it anymore and Shiakara always cheered him up whenever he was.

Duo found himself watching the movement of Heero's lips as the mage spoke. He had learned, now, to watch and listen at the same time, so it was no great chore to him. He licked his own upper lip wondered what Heero's would taste like. Duo blinked. What?! Why? Who? When? How? Never! He wasn't… he wasn't… And yet… Heero's lips did look undeniably tasty and the thought of slipping his tongue between them and-

The elf cut his thoughts off right there, forcing himself to think cooling thoughts before Heero noticed his… excitement. He swallowed, all concentration gone, and completely lost the thread of what was an extremely complicated thing that the mage was explaining to him. His attention turned totally inwards as he tried to puzzle out where that had come from.

Heero's words halted as he realized he no longer had Duo's attention. It wasn't usual anymore for the elf's thoughts to wander, so Heero instantly thought there must be something wrong. He reached out and touched Duo's shoulder, but got no response. Blinking, Heero tried shaking him, but that didn't work either. He thought for a moment, then took a chance. Knowing how precious the elf's hair was to him and knowing how Elementally strong he was, Heero was taking his life in his hands when he took a thin lock of Duo's unbound hair between his finger and thumb and tugged gently.

Duo snapped back to awareness and Lightening curled around his slender fingers for a moment before he realized it was only Heero and let it go. He extricated his hair from the mage's grip and gave him a dirty look.

"You know better, Master," he said softly, inching away a little.

"Heero. And I only did it because I didn't know what was wrong. Unknowns are dangerous in this business, Duo," Heero replied, his voice betraying none of the puzzlement he felt.

Duo thought for the longest time, then dared to lean forward and kiss Heero's lips very quickly.

"Unknowns are dangerous…" the elf whispered, as though shocked at himself, then scrambled to his feet, turned and hurried out.

Heero could only blink as he put two fingers to his lips and tried to get back control of his roiling emotions. He could no longer deny that Milliardo had been further and further from his mind as of late. Everything had focused on Duo. Until the moment the elf's lips had touched his, he'd been able to put it down to his being interested in how strong Duo was as a mage and wanting to further that strength and refine it. Now… now he had to face the fact that he was attracted to Duo. Attracted? Was that all? Heero didn't know. He didn't want to examine it that closely.

Shaking his head, the mage stood and left the practice room, ridding it of the miniature storm with a simple flick of his wrist. He made his way to the library to sit and think without interruptions. He needed to get past this if he was to continue teaching Duo and he was possessive enough to not want to let him apprentice with anyone else. That was purely interest in the elf's mage potential. As for anything else, he definitely needed to think.

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Shiakara watched Duo pace back and forth, still in the white robe and still with unbound hair. She hid her smile whenever he glanced at her, but otherwise grinned like an idiot. It was about time, she thought. She'd been able to see their mutual attraction for at least the last week and didn't understand how they hadn't been able to.

"I… I… kissed him! How could I… Why did I… When did I… when did I turn gay?!" Duo cried, his face a picture of turmoil.

"Bi," Shiakara stated simply and Duo stared at her while she hurriedly tucked her smile away.

"What?!"

"You didn't "turn" gay, you are bi."

"Bi…?"

Shiakara blinked. She couldn't believe he hadn't heard the term before.

"Bi… you're attracted to both women and men," she said softly, padding over to jump onto the chair beside where he stood so as to be at eye-level with him. "Haven't you ever heard of that before?"

"That's not the word the elves use," he said offhandedly, then stared hard at her. "But when did I turn… bi then?"

Shiakara shook her head and motioned for him to sit on the chair with her. He looked suspicious for a moment, but eventually sat beside her. She rested a huge paw on his knee and looked hard at him.

"There's no such thing as "turning bi", you just are bi. You will have been forever. Do you ever remember feeling… different… say when you hugged a best friend or even wrestled with him in fun?"

Duo went to shake his head, then blinked a few times and thought that over. He couldn't remember anything like what Shiakara was speaking of, but he did remember going swimming with Quatre, Trowa and Wufei. The three of them who didn't have horse bodies had stripped down to nothing and dived into the river without a second thought. Wufei had followed, but of course there'd been no need for him to take the time to strip. Duo could remember finding every excuse imaginable to be close to Trowa and Quatre. Dunking them, play fighting with them, anything that involved the possibility of brushing his own naked body against theirs'. And Wufei had often accused him of staring. Duo had denied it every time, but now that he thought back, he had taken advantage of the fact that Wufei wore nothing to - for lack of a better word - ogle his bronzed chest.

"Oh… gods… yes, I can…"

Duo buried his face in his hands, utterly disgusted at himself. As if it wasn't bad enough that he was a magelf, he was different sexually as well. A shudder went through him and he shook his head.

"Duo, there's nothing wrong with it," Shiakara said kindly, licking his face with her wet tongue. He just pushed her away instead of laughing and tackling her to the floor like he usually did.

"It's… wrong. It's weird and… and… wrong!" Duo cried, staring at her, eyes more angry and disgusted than they were sad.

"No, it's not. It's a natural thing. Some people just think it's wrong."

"For same-sex attraction, an elf will be forced to live on the very edges of the Clan. He or she can share the Clan's food, but that's all. They're not allowed to celebrations or mourning rituals or anything like that. They can't seek medical help from the physicians and they can't seek spiritual guidance from the priests. They can't learn from the teachers and they won't be informed of happenings within other Clans. To all intents and purposes, he or she may as well not be living in the Clan."

Duo shivered uncontrollably and blinked at Shiakara a few times, determined not to cry. He suddenly wrapped a hand around her snout and let fire wreathe his fingers, singeing her blue fur but doing no more damage than that.

"I want to go home. Now."

~And you think that's going to change things? You are who you are, Duo,~ Shiakara thought to him, then whimpered as the flames grew.

"You're not hearing me. I want to go home!"

~You can't. The fact of it is, you have no choice but to stay here because your Talent still isn't fully trained. The University board won't let you go until they're certain you have complete control over you abilities and they won't be sure of that until you're a full mage. You can't leave. The choice isn't mine and it isn't Heero's and it certainly isn't yours. Now, let me go before I call for help and you get put off full mage status for longer.~

"Fuck you, OtherKin. You can't keep me here and neither can anyone else! Show me where to go so I can get home!"

"Duo!" Heero's voice lanced across the room, making Duo flinch, but the elf didn't release Shiakara, though she struggled and fought to breathe now.

"Let me go home!" Duo cried in a pleading voice, trying to retreat from Heero even while holding Shiakara.

Heero strode over to him and calmly pried his hand from Shiakara's muzzle. She took a great breath and shivered. With barely a thought, Heero cut Duo's contact with his powers. It was only because they'd been in magic contact so often that Heero could do this.

Duo made a small sound and reached for his abilities to no avail. He huddled into the back of the chair and stared up at Heero with wide eyes, so used to having his powers within easy reach now that he felt vulnerable and small and defenseless without them.

"You are not ready to go home. You lack emotional control if nothing else. Being different is already a part of your life now that you have so much control over your abilities. Being attracted to a man only makes you a little more different than that. Trust me, once you're a mage, people will look at you and see a mage, not an elf and not a bisexual. If you can't control yourself, how do you expect to have full control over your powers? I'll be forced to keep you out of contact with them if you persist with pleading to go home." Heero said all of this in his flat, emotionless voice, though his insides wept at having to see Duo like this.

"Heero… Master… please… I won't ask again to go home… Give them back… Master, please," Duo whispered.

Heero knelt, then and touched Duo's hair. The elf flinched away and closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek despite his best efforts to keep it at bay. Heero watched its silvery path, then leaned forward and kissed Duo's cheek, catching the tear. He backed off then and released his hold on Duo's power slowly, letting them flow back into him rather than rush back into him, which would have been dangerous.

The elf opened his eyes as Shiakara discretely took her self out of the room.

"You do have the potential to be one of the strongest mages this branch of the University possesses, but not if you let what other people think take your concentration from what matters. Prove to me, Duo, that you have what it takes and that I can trust you."

"I can't do… that… Master…" Duo whispered haltingly.

"I'm not asking you to sleep with me, Duo," Heero replied. He knew deep inside this wasn't necessary. He didn't need proof. It wasn't even his place to ask for it, but he had tasted Duo Maxwell and he wanted more. Just a longer, sweeter kiss. That was all…

"Master…" Duo whispered, shaking his head.

"Just a kiss, Duo," Heero replied. If the elf had been in any doubt as to what Heero's orientation was, there was none now. He could see the mage never had been and never would be attracted to women, but was highly attracted to Duo himself.

Duo's bottom lip trembled and he closed his eyes as he leaned forward and gently pressed those quivering lips to Heero's. He flinched when Heero's tongue carefully traced the outline of his lips and silently begged for admittance to his mouth. He didn't want to lose his newfound powers, however, so he parted lips and teeth for Heero. A sweet lightheadedness filled his mind as Heero's tongue slid knowingly into his mouth and explored it fully.

When Heero moved up to seat himself beside Duo and wrap an arm about his waist, the elf didn't protest. When he tangled the fingers of the other hand in Duo's hair and drew him closer, the elf didn't protest. When he carefully broke the kiss, Duo whimpered disappointedly, then looked amazed at himself and the tips of his elven ears went tomato red.

Heero ran an idle finger up and down Duo's inner thigh, well aware of the effect he'd had on the elf.

"You convinced me," Heero murmured, then stood and walked over to the table upon which rested all his work. "It's time we were going to bed. It's late and we have an early start tomorrow." He turned to Duo again. "We don't use our powers to harm like you did to Shiakara, Duo. Don't do that again." With that, Heero retired to his room and left Duo alone with his thoughts.

It wasn't long, however, before the elf went off to bed also, dissatisfied with the taste he'd had and mad at himself for being so.

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"No, you don't understand! These are my best friends. We can't just leave them with Khushrenada!" Trowa cried, ignoring the growling cats around him as he confronted Sally. She'd been putting him off for the three weeks he'd been with the pantherin. The sun was setting on the second day of the fourth week and he'd had enough. He didn't want to leave Quatre, Wufei or Noin in their prison any longer.

He'd managed to get the three's whereabouts from one of the guards and had been all but begging Sally all day to let him lead a rescue party. She'd continued to tell him no. He was now getting angry and the cats could read it in his tense stance.

"Khushrenada is not to be trifled with, Trowa. He has a total of ten mages under his command, and a new addition with the ability to See! We can't spare the numbers for even the short time and we can't take the risk that they might never come back at all! We just don't have the strength to get them out. I'm sorry, but that's the way of it," Sally said, still sitting calmly as she always did, though her eyes flickered angrily at him.

"Then I'll go by myself!" he snarled and quickly Changed.

~You can't, Trowa. You're too important to us. We can't afford to let you go either,~ Tia'ara thought to him as she stepped out to bar his way.

He growled in the back of his throat and readied himself to leap on her if he had to.

~Let me pass, Tia'ara. I'm going to get them out. I can't leave them there any longer.~

"Trowa, thou dost not understand. The import of thy life is far more than that of a faery and two centaurs. Thou art the Pride Leader's son," came a soft, elderly male voice from the shadows and an older man stepped out into the light. His ears and tail were silvered with age and his eyes were white and blind, but it was evident he was as sharp as the day he was born and nothing of his mind had wandered.

Trowa quickly reversed his Change and stared at the elderling, blinking.

"I'm…" Trowa could say nothing more, he was so stunned.

"Aye, thou art the son of the Pride Leader. He passed from us some years ago, youngling, and Shaman has been forced to take up his roles. But now thou art here, thou canst take up thy father's duties as Pride Leader. Thou art blessed." The elderling's voice grew softer and he coughed, leaning on the younger pantherin beside him.

Trowa shook his head.

"I can't… I mean, I'm not… I only want to…" He trailed off suddenly as an idea occurred to him. "If I do take on these duties, I'd have command of the Pride?"

"Aye," the elderling replied.

"Then I will take it on," Trowa replied in an undertone.

Before Sally could cry out that she knew what Trowa was doing, the elderling had whispered three words in the pantherin tongue and, with just that, it was done and Trowa lead the pantherin Pride.

"I've seen some stupid things in my time, but that would have to have been the stupidest!" Sally snarled, glaring at the elderling as Trowa turned on his heel and left the cave to lay his plans.

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"Dammit, Treize! What part of no, I do not want to sleep with you are you not understanding?" Milliardo snarled as he pushed out of Treize's arms and stormed across the room, mage-fire crawling dangerously around his fingers and up to his elbows.

"The part where you say no," Treize muttered, running an agitated hand through his golden-brown hair.

He'd been after Milliardo now for the entire three weeks he'd been there, and the mage still wasn't any closer to giving in. Treize wasn't used to not getting what he wanted and he wanted Milliardo Peacecraft badly. He watched the mage, marveling once again at how beautiful he was.

"Can you just let me go home? I am never going to sleep with you," Milliardo said eventually when the silence had dragged out.

Treize suddenly gave a predatory smirk and sauntered over to stand beside Milliardo, looking out of the window.

"If you don't, your sister will pay for it…" he remarked almost casually.

Milliardo stared at him. He could think of nothing to say at all, but he knew he wanted to kill Treize. His hands were tied, however. No matter what, he had no choice but to do what Treize told him to do, for Relena's protection. He swore softly under his breath and closed his eyes.

"I hate you…" he whispered as Treize hooked a gloved finger under his chin and lifted his face.

"And I think you're one of the most beautiful men I've seen in a long time," Treize replied, brushing Milliardo's fringe out of his ice-blue eyes. "I promise I won't hurt you, Milliardo. I'll take care of you."

Milliardo shut his eyes as Treize leaned down to kiss him tenderly, requesting, not ordering admittance to his mouth. Milliardo reluctantly gave it, then made a soft sound as Treize's tongue carefully explored his mouth. Strong arms circled his waist and he let them hold him up while he fell into the kiss, unable to resist much anymore.

He hadn't had this for so, so long, and he wanted it now, no matter who it was with. He hated Treize, it was true, but the man was being gentle and there was no denying he looked good.

Before Milliardo knew what was happening, Treize had undressed them both. He pulled Milliardo against him and devoured his mouth, one hand tracing lazy patterns up and down his back. Milliardo lifted his arms to wrap around Treize's neck and clung to him, limp all over under the intensity of the kiss. Treize's fingers tangled lightly in Milliardo's long hair to gently urge his head back a little in order to deepen the kiss further. Milliardo didn't protest, but pressed closer to Treize, lost entirely in sensation now.

Treize trailed a string of kisses along Milliardo's jaw and down his neck, then led him over to and gently laid him down upon the bed. He now had freer movement, and used it to bring his mouth down to cover one temptingly dark nipple and suck slowly.

Milliardo whispered an incoherent plea for Treize to continue as he arched into the man's mouth, one long-fingered hand coming up to tangle in the golden-brown hair. One long, pale leg wrapped around both bronzed ones, preventing Treize from moving very far anywhere, though the thought of doing so never even tickled the man's mind. He did, however, transfer his mouth to the other nipple and pay close attention to it until it matched the first.

Jumbled thoughts flashed through Milliardo's mind, almost too fast for him to register and, for a moment, he tried to push Treize away, though not with much conviction. I don't… I can't… Not with him! I should… I need to… Ooh… but it's so good… Mmm… better than good… Better than good… Heavenly… And all resistance was gone. The hand which had been pushing feebly at Treize's chest relented and slipped around to press into the small of the man's back.

Treize slid down to lap teasingly at Milliardo's navel, dipping his tongue in and drawing an amazingly sexy mewling sound from the throat of the mage. He smirked and dotted kisses all over Milliardo's stomach, then moved still lower to cover his inner-thighs with feather-light touches of his lips that could barely be called kisses. Milliardo gave a shuddering sigh of pleasure, which graduated into a gasp as Treize curled his tongue around the mage's arousal.

"Nice…" Milliardo said in a hissing whisper, fingers clenching in the bed sheets.

"Good…" Trieze purred, then ran his tongue from base to tip and back down again.

Milliardo moaned softly, his hips lifting, and unconsciously hooked his leg tighter around what was now Treize's waist. Treize gave a small grunt at the added pressure, but smiled and proceeded to dot kisses all over Milliardo's arousal. Milliardo gave approving growls and reached down with one hand to toy with Treize's hair.

Treize smiled again and took the tip into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around and taste Milliardo fully. The mage gave a deep moan and his back arched.

"Ah… Treize… Please…" Milliardo whispered pleadingly, his fingers tightening on his lover's hair and urging the other man up. Treize kissed him tenderly, then withdrew and traced patterns on the mage's chest.

"Please what…?" he murmured huskily, looking down into Milliardo's half-closed, passion-clouded eyes.

"Please… t - mmm… nice…" Milliardo cut himself off as two of Treize's fingers stroked a nipple.

"Please what?"

"Please… please… take me… now…" Milliardo pleaded, fingers tightening still further in the golden-brown hair.

Treize smiled and reached over to the drawer beside the bed where he'd kept a small jar of oil for just this possibility. He covered two fingers liberally with it, then lifted Milliardo's hips a little and very carefully slipped a finger inside him. He began to gently relax Milliardo until he could slip his second finger in and continue the same gently massaging motion. Milliardo had done this before, and it wasn't long before he was as relaxed as he could get, and moaning softly nonetheless.

Trieze backed off a little and knelt to cover his own arousal with the oil, then positioned himself between Milliardo's legs. He studied his lover closely for a moment, then began to ease inside with practiced skill. Milliardo gave a slight hiss of pain, but it wasn't long before he'd adjusted and Treize began a delicious movement within him.

Milliardo's hands went instantly to Treize's slim, strong waist and felt the flexing and relaxing of his muscles as he moved. His back arched a little and he gave another moan, ice-blue eyes shut in ecstasy. His fingers tightened on Treize's waist, digging in, but the man said nothing, so Milliardo didn't relax his grip.

Stars filled the mage's vision when Treize's fingers wrapped around his arousal and began stroking in time with his movements. He whispered incoherently to himself as his hips lifted and he writhed beneath Treize, mindless with pleasure. Then Treize managed to hit something deep within him and he was sure he was going to pass out, but instead, the pleasure exploded inside and he gave everything to a man he never loved, whispering the name of one he would never stop loving as he did so.

"Nihrana…"

Trieze followed not a minute later, the tightening of Milliardo's inner-muscles being all he needed to send him over the edge. His mind fled, but not before he heard the mage's tender whisper…

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Author's note: Heh… Lemony goodness…