Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ the Inheritance ❯ the Inheritance - chapter 4b ( Chapter 6 )

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

Â Disclaimer: If I were an owner of every single thing I desire, including Gundam Wing, the rest of the world would have nothing. If you own something it means that I don't own the boys. Damn.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: yaoi, yuri, AU, furs, rape, tort,lemon, angst, tort, n/c incest, sap, of D/s, fivesome, mpreg, anal, oral, rim, happy ending... I think there should be some more warnings but I can't remember which ones

Pairings: 1x5x2x3x4, 13x6, Sal/Noin, others

Beta-reader: Hells-angel8. Thank you for finding the time ^__^ (all eventual mistakes were caused by my last-second changes)

A/n: Two parts posted at the same time. Make sure to read the previous one!

“Listen,” Heero walked slowly towards the uncomfortable chair and sat again, ignoring the protests of his body. “I can't force you intoÂ anything. The only perpetrator of the compulsion here is the Council. I know I'm the member of the Council, but notÂ a respected or influential one. And in this case I have no choice but to be obedient, no matter what else they might say to you.

"Try to understand: I have nothing against you. The two disadvantages are the facts that, first: I didn't know you earlier. If I had, lets say, five more months to know you better, I'm sure that I'd marry you eagerly. But I didn't have those months and so I'm not as happy as I should
be. The second thing is your social status. The three of you are high on the social ladder. Delta Maxwell,” Heero bent his head slightly, “is the God of Death. Which gives him the highest status in the world's eyes."

"Delta Chang,” this time alpha looked at the implacable looking man. “He belongs to the rare clan of the Dragon-shifters, the aristocracy among the Astaris. And he's the heir of that clan, which makes him the most important member of our community, just after the Councilors. In this aspect the Shinigami's status is lower, as the orphan. Delta Winner,” Heero crossed the looks with the blond. “Your father is the Councilor, the representative of the betas and the wealthiest Astaris in the history. You are the only male hair and so most of the fortune would go to you, just like some high social position.”

Heero changed his position slightly, the aches in his body becoming clearer with every minute. He fought the scowl that, he felt, was appearing on his face. The deltas were listening silently and without the traces of the fear. He couldn't spoil this moment.

“Comparing to you, my status is very low. I may be the Councilor, but it's only for the Council's use. I'm rich, but not in the comparison to the rest of the alphas or the beta Winner. The reason is simple - most of my money went to pay off the `moral and material damages'. My bearer was not from the important family and so, aside from being an alpha, I bear no importance. To make things worse, I'm a sorcerer - the ability detested by the Astaris, I'm a murderer, and on the great scale and finally I belong to this community only as the exile. For the other races I simply don't exist and I have no place in their territories. In the City of Wonders, I'm tolerated only because of the Emperor's will. And as you know the rulers'
and humans' will is easy to change.” Heero felt the dryness in his mouth, but he continued his speech. The time was wearing thin and he had to make the things clear.

“I have no idea why the Council decided to tie us together. All I know is that a month ago, I received a letter telling me to come here this day, because the Council made the arrangements concerning my engagement. I came here, I met you and now I'm trying to know you better to ease the difficulties in our interactions. I know that we have to decide right now and without the preparations about our future lives. And I know that none of us is ready for that, but we have no choice. I can't be disobedient so I have to accept the marriage. From what you have said to me, you also have no alternative. For me then it's clear that we're going to be married. When - it depends on the Council's will. Why - again the Council have the answer. But it's our choice to make this marriage the good or the bad one. I, for my part, can promise you, that I'll try to be the good husband. I can't promise to be perfect, since I'm not perfect in any other things. But I can promise that I won't beat you or humiliate you, like some of the other Astaris do. For now I can ensure that you'll live in the good material conditions, but I can't promise that it'll last forever. I can promise that I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe and healthy and our eventual children too.

"But I have to warn you - the conditions of my exile are hard. And when my husbands are not subjected to those conditions, they still will bear the consequences through the life with me.
I'm not welcomed in most of the houses, estates and countries. If I have to travel I do it incognito, in the hope that I'll not be recognized. I'm not allowed to do many things and I have to do other things that are strange, ridiculous or plainly dangerous. When you asked about my faults, I said that I'm antisocial and you laughed - but it's true. I never had the opportunity to interact with other people, be it Astaris, Elves or Humans, in the normal conditions and so I don't know or like many things that are normal for the others, including you. I'm not used to talking so much too, so this speech is probably the longest of the ones you'll hear from me during our marriage. And I think that's all I wanted to say. Now, since we don't have much time, I'd like to hear your declaration or refusal.”

After the last sentence, Heero leaned against the backrest and crossed his arms. He told the truth, he wasn't used to saying or revealing so much about himself. Now he felt uncomfortably naked and sensitive to any comments. And damn, but he didn't like this feeling. To be more precise, he didn't like the fact that he was feeling so much.

Good luck that the deltas weren't interested in making the moment more uncomfortable than it already was. They were pensive and quiet, turned towards their hearts and souls, searching for the answer that they already knew. It was, as usually noted the sorcerer, Maxwell who broke the silence.

“All right,” the God sighed and Heero felt the new rush of feelings at the sight of the downcast delta that he already began to associate with the smiles and liveliness. “I will marry you.” The sentence sounded more like `I'm going to die'. “It's not like I have the choice, anyway. Don't take it personally or anything, but you were not my first choice of the potential husband.
Well, when I was still thinking about the marriage. After I became the God of Death I though that I won't find someone brave or stupid enough to live with a person that holds the keys to the Gateway of the Souls. I guess that I didn't count the Council's twisted sense of humor. Hell, I didn't know that their sense of humor was so sick.”

Heero smirked slightly. He learned a long time ago about the Council's malice. He was the one they polished it on usually.

“I will marry you too. I hope that our marriage will be happy and that I won't disappoint you,” the Winner's response was more polite and in the canon expected in this kind of situation.

Heero looked at the last fiancÃ©. Chang was still silent, looking like he was chewing on something old and inedible. But finally he gave his answer, too.

“I accept this marriage,” he growled shortly. Heero suddenly felt light and full of life, his headache gone. But this time he didn't scold the feelings… much. The bond was forming and he didn't have to restrain it.

“I'm honored by your choice,” he stood up and bowed deeply. “Do you have any…” the loud knocking interrupted him. Before he managed to analyze what was going on, he found himself between the door and his fiancÃ©s.

'PROTECT. MINE!' said the deep and dangerous voice inside of the sorcerer. He threw these thoughts/feelings aside and after making certain that the deltas were standing safely behind him, he asked loudly.

“Who is it?”

“Alpha Rhoen” came from behind the door. “Your time is up. Open the door.”

Heero's headache came back and with the new force. Now it pulsed to the rhythm of the loud knocking. The exile scowled and opened the door in one quick movement. The alpha Rhoen's hand stilled in the middle of the move.

“We finished our conversation. You may enter,” Heero announced silently. He knew that the Councilor came too early, but he wasn't going to beg for more time. Nor he was going to behave like the Councilor's slave. For a moment, he was presented with the sight of the Rhoen's pointed canines bared in the silent snarl. The lynx-shifter said nothing, but entered the room with the air of the person that was honoring the rest of the world with his presence.

Heero quickly closed the door and went to stand between the Councilor and his future husbands.Â Â

Rhoen quirked an eyebrow.

“I see that you reached the understanding with each other. May I know your decision?” The tone of the alpha's voice gave no doubts, that he considered that question a boring formality.

“Deltas Chang, Maxwell and Winner generously accepted my proposal,” Heero stated calmly.

“Good,” Rhoen scanned the room. “And I see that the accidents were avoided. In that case, I'd like to show the fiancÃ©s their room in which they'll spend their last night as the bachelors.”

“What?!” boomed behind the sorcerer. The moment later the three deltas were standing before him looking ready to tear the Councilor apart. Heero felt that he was ready to help them. He looked at the Rhoen from above of the deltas' twitching ears and saw the malicious sparks in
the alpha's eyes.

“Why should we wait?” the Councilor asked the younger Astaris with mirth. “You want to get married, the Council wants you to get married and there are no obstacles. The wedding is appointed tomorrow at noon.”

Heero's urge to smear the alpha's complacent face on the door was growing with every word. His fiancÃ©s seemed to have the similar inclinations.

“And who decided about this?” growled the tiger-shifter.

“The Council,” Rhoen said it as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“And shouldn't WE decide when we want to marry someone?”

“Not in the case when there's more that one fiancÃ©.Â Then it's the great husband who decides about the date. You should know it from the school,” scolded the alpha.

"Then why is itÂ not alpha Yuy who's making the decision about the date?” the Dragon crossed his arms and looked challengingly at Astaris who was taller than him by over two heads.

“All decisions concerning the marriage of the sorcerer Yuy are made by the Council. That's stated in the conditions of his exile.” Rhoen smiled politely.

“I know this song from somewhere…” muttered Maxwell and cast a glance at the sorcerer behind him. Heero met his eyes with the stony expression.

“But what about our families and friends? We have to tell them about the ceremony! You don't expect us to get married somewhere in the far corner of the Saint Grove, with only the animals as the guests and best mans?” asked Winner and looked up at the Councilor. Heero from his angle couldn't see what kind of the look the young delta used to stroke with, but he could easily guess from the Rhoen's reaction. The Councilor seemed to melt a bit.

“No, delta Winner,” his words also lost a bit of their previous malice. “We told them yesterday about the time of the ceremony.”

“Yesterday?” chorused the deltas. Heero took a few steps to the side and forward, to avoid the lashing tails.Â Â Â Â

“Yes. The Council is always prepared for every possibility,” the smug response seemed to enrage the young Astaris even more.

“Well, you didn't seem to be prepared for the possibility of us refusing to marry alpha Yuy,” hissed the panther-shifter.

The deltas didn't feel it, but the alpha's senses told Heero about the sudden change in the Rhoen's mood. The hiss had an amazing effect - the Councilor was clearly afraid.
Heero looked closely at the young God's face. Except for the angry expression there was nothing unusual, or what he designed as unusual after that short time of knowing the delta.

“Such possibility simply never existed,” Rhoen didn't loose his exterior calmness.

“Arrogant swine…” Maxwell chocked on the next words and only clenched his fists. This time Heero was sure, that delta's eyes were gaining the reddish gleam. At least it looked like this a few moments ago, now though the room was not as bright as in the beginning and the view was obscured by the shadows…

Heero felt the hair on his body bristling. The closed shutters weren't the cause of the darkness falling on the room. The source of it was the delta himself.

`Shinigami. The God of Death. The guardian of the souls. He's so full of life that I forgot about his true nature during the conversation. Or maybe the happy side is the real one?' Heero pondered on the possibilities for a few more moments, enough for the Councilor to get a bit more nervous, and finally decided to end the uncomfortable situation.

“Shinigami,” he said quietly, but with a tone that made the delta turn towards him. The braided man's eyes were red.

“That's enough. Threatening him will give us nothing, except for some entertainment. We should concentrate on the more important matters. We have to get ready before the ceremony and we don't have much time. So contain yourself and bind your shadows back,” the sorcerer calmly looked into the glowing eyes and waited.Â Â Â

The God of Death stared at him for a while and then, with an inaudible sight, did as he was told. Heero tried to not think about what he would do if the God decided to banter.

The rest of the Astaris relaxed considerably.

“Alpha Rhoen, is it possible to let them go home before the ceremony? I'm sure that it'll be better for everyone,” Heero decided to make use of the moment when the Councilor was still a bit shaken. Unfortunately, Rhoen had better endurance for stress than he gave him credit for.

“No, they'll be staying at the guest room in the Town Hall. They'll have the best conditions there. And you don't have to worry about the things. We take care of everything. You only have to come tomorrow to the Town Hall, an hour before the ceremony.”

“What do you mean by `everything'?” asked Heero with the inner annoyance. “I know that I can't do much, but I could pick up the wedding robes for my fiancÃ©s. The conditions of my exile didn't prevent that.”

“Yes, but it was already taken care of. We didn't want to unnecessarily prolong the waiting. We are sure that you'll approve of our choice. We commissioned the best of the tailors in the Center to make four nice, silk, black and white robes,” the Councilor was a master in making his remarks as disparaging as possible.

Heero noticed that those words shocked the deltas. But while Winner and Chang were obviously repulsed, Maxwell looked like someone who just got a wonderful present.

“Silk robes…?” the half-banshee whispered in awe.

“The white and black robes?! You want us to wear the robes of the poorest?!” roared Chang. Winner looked at him uncertainly, as if hesitating between the indignation and the value of the sacrifice.Â Â

“I'll try to find something else for you,” Heero promised quickly to prevent the further arguing. He knew that opposing to the Council was useless, but the deltas still had to take that lesson. But now was not the right time. The preparations were in order and he couldn't lose more time, if he wanted to be ready for the wedding.

“Alpha Rhoen, could you give my fiancÃ©s the books with the precise description of my exile? I know that you keep the volumes in the Town Hall's library in the unhealthy amount of copies. The deltas need to know the basics,” asked the sorcerer, in the same time making the list of the `to do' things.

“Yes, that can be arranged,” agreed Rhoen.

Heero crossed the matter from his mental list and started to make the best plan to carry out the rest of the tasks. Right now he had half of an hour delay. That was unacceptable.

“I see that we're back to staring, alpha Yuy,” the teasing voice of his second fiancÃ© made him aware of the fact that he spaced out again.

Heero furrowed his brows - this kind of behavior was also unacceptable, but the presence of the deltas seemed to have this kind of impact on him. The alpha exchanged the looks with the delta and seeing the grin on his face, he allowed himself to smirk a little.

Shinigami's grin widened and was accompanied by one of Winner's bright smiles and the half-ironic, half-amused quirk of Chang's eyebrows. With a strange tingle in his spine the sorcerer realized that this small exchange was almost… familiar.

Apparently alpha Rhoen also saw it in this light, since his slightly irritated voice interrupted the moment. “I'm glad to see that your relationship is developing, but I'd like to take the deltas to their rooms. So if you could say goodbye and wait with making eyes at each other until the wedding night…” Rhoen's caustic words did their job. The deltas stiffened and seemed to sink into the floor a bit.

Heero gritted his teeth but didn't comment on the Councilor's words. He only bowed courteously, making sure to leave no doubts that it was designed only to his fiancÃ©s.Â

“I'm afraid we have to finish our meeting. There are some matters that have to be taken care for and the time is pressing. I wish that you will have a pleasant afternoon and night and I'll be waiting for our tomorrow's meeting with anticipation. If you wish I can pass on a message from you to your families or friends, but of course I can't guarantee that it'll be listened, since some people don't like to talk with me. Are you interested?”

“No,” Chang answered shortly, the distrust still present, although not standing out as much asÂ a few hours ago. Heero make a note to be specially careful around the Dragon, since his character seemed to make it harder to accept the forming bond. The problem was, the sorcerer had no idea how to turn this project into the practice. Another position in the `to
do` list…

“I'd like to pass the message but I'm afraid that your presence in my home would notÂ be…” the puma-shifter fell silent, trying to find the polite words for the most impolite meaning.

“I understand,” assured Heero, not needing the sentence to be finished. Apparently this marriage wasn't something approved by the Councilor Winner. On the list appeared a new position: make sure to be in the good relations with the family of your fiancÃ©s. Again, no clue how to turn it into reality.

“And I'd like you to make sure that Father Maxwell, Sister Helen and the children from the Maxwell Orphanage are feeling well,” stated the braided boy. “I'm not sure how they'll greet you, but if they won't start to throw the stones and knives at you at the first sight, tell them that I'm all right and that I'm going to marry you tomorrow at the noon.” The delta paused for a while, considering something. “And then I'd suggest you to run for your life,” he finished with a bright smile.

Heero felt the urge to spank the delta and kiss him at the same time. And the kissing option was winning…

'Stop!' Heero felt his guts clenching. `Kissing. How did I get from the <tolerate> to the <kiss> stage? This is going too fast!' Not wanting to abandon himself in another moment of the meditations, the sorcerer forced himself to concentrate on the present moment.

“I'll go there and say what I'll be able to. And I promise to run fast.” To his amazement the delta laughed.

“Hey, you have some kind of sense of humor after all!” Maxwell said grinning widely, his eyes - Heero was getting used to it - turning into the softer shade of the blue. Since the comment was not intelligible for the exile, he let it pass.Â Â

“Then everything is settled, we can go,” Rhoen again cut in. “Delta Chang, delta Maxwell, delta Winner, follow me, please.”

The lynx-shifter walked to the corridor and stopped to look at the deltas with the emphasis.

Chang was the first to move. With the crossed arms and arrogantly bored face he brushed lightly against Heero in passing, to the great surprise of the rest. The challenging look the aristocrat gave to the Rhoen made things clear.

`Proud daredevil,' thought Heero with the note of the respect. He couldn't adjust the new data to his image of the tiger-shifter because of Maxwell's long arms that wounded themselves around his waist lightly.

Shocked and stiffened he watched as delta leaned a bit against him and
whispered into his ear, loudly enough for the Councilor to hear him. “See you tomorrow, hun.” The next thing Heero felt something cool and a bit chapped brush his cheek and then he had to take a step back to avoid the swirling braid and tail. Before he could analyze what exactly happened,Â he felt the near presence of the third delta.

Turning slightly, he could see the nicely rose-colored cheeks peeking through the mop of the blond hair. With his head bowed the delta murmured, “It was nice to meet you, alpha Yuy. I'm looking to our tomorrow's meeting.”

The words almost didn't register in the alpha's brain, because of the little smile and the strange look from underneath the surprisingly dark lashes that the small delta cast in his direction while heading to the door. Heero was sure that he was never given that kind of look, since he had serious trouble with deciphering it. The only thing he had no problems with understanding was the warm pins that started their job in the area of his nape and were descending slowly down his spine, colonizing his stomach and going lower… and lower…

Heero willed his body into the obedience and followed his fiancÃ©s to the corridor. Watching them disappearing on the stairs he analyzed the past few hours. The results were… not results, but the unidentified swirl of the images, words, senses, awkwardness and feelings. That wasn't satisfying at all. The only things he could take as readings were the inevitable changes that already started to exist.

The sorcerer remembered the Maxwell's teasing and grimaced a bit, annoyed at himself. He should've been able to have the better control over his reactions.

Bound or no bound, his teacher taught him better than that. His words “you may follow your feelings, if you're insisting that it's the right thing to do; but remember, you may do that only when you're sure, that you have the control over them,” were still ringing in his
head.

But after this meeting he was realizing with the growing anxiety, that Doctor J's hint may not be the easiest to follow.

Heero Yuy sighed silently, combed a hand through his hairs and rubbed his nape to ease a bit the tension that gathered there. To his relief the headache was almost gone.

`First thing to do: the tailor,' the organized part of his mind suggested hopefully. For a moment he turned the though in his mind, trying to understand how it fitted with the headache and the feelings. Finally though, his brain seemed to shake off the remains of the delta's impact on his psyche and started to work properly again.

The sorcerer straightened and set his features in the stony expression. It was time for the mission to be carried on.

TBC...