Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Sea in I ❯ XXIII ( Chapter 23 )

Unbeta'd

Warnings: Angst, death, violence, references to past NCS and dubious consent

 

Pairings: 1x2/2x1, and the pen dabbles around a bit

 

*hugs you all* Thank you guys for reading this confusing story of mine, favs and reviewing!

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the sexies in Gundam Wing AC, I just love to help them live a little.
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XXIII

 

 

Heero was about to signal Trowa to punch through, but an arrogant voice stopped him cold.

 

“We welcome your return, my Lady.”

 

A low rumbling growl threatened to break free of his throat, but he gritted his teeth and contained it. Heero scowled at the monk that dropped to his knees in front of them. The open space above the monk's bowed head allowed Heero to see Jirrad's challenger even though the sneered title told him who it was before he saw the ponytail of long hair, “Relena.”

 

Heero's eyes jumped from Relena to Hilde, dressed like any other acolyte, but Hilde's shadowed eyes told a different story. She looked tired, yet firm in her position where she stood opposite a crowd of others as near to Relena as she could get. The other acolytes stood at the forefront of the crowd, some looking to Relena in worry, a few joining Hilde's side while others watched the people at Relena's back with curiosity. Hilde only looked to Relena, even though she remained with the other acolytes at her side. The look that passed between the two women told Heero, Hilde only remained where she was because of some unspoken agreement. The people at Relena's back were all wearing garbs for travelling, beige with a swirl of brown speckles down their sleeves and sides. It was a symbol that had adorned the walls of the undercity. Quatre's people had come for them.

 

“Ay and you've brought guests or were you unable to resist the One's call just like everyone else?” Heero saw Jirrad smugly arch a brow when they were jostled by a robed monk and he nearly lost his grip on Duo. He held Duo's shivering body closer to his and pulled the hood back over his head, missing the opening of vacant blue violets and the wordless movement of Duo's lips. The garden was filled with acolytes, soldiers, and priests. The townspeople poured out from the palace-temple and came from where the great white, stone wall had been, taking cautious steps over the soggy, puckered ground. Some went to where the stone slabs that still stood, following and watching as lines appeared along what once made up the solid, white walls of the palace-temple. The separated pieces would shake in place before dropping into the lush green ground of the garden. No one noticed the three battered and cloaked men being led from the foyer and out into the colonnade by a tall green eyed soldier. Heero growled when they were jostled again. He shoved the pressing bodies back harshly, toppling several people like stacked wooden planks.

 

“Heero!”

 

Heero ignored Quatre's warning call and only glimpsed Trowa take hold of the blonde in his failed attempt to get to them. Heero saw the green eyed man pull him back to his side and hastily pull his hood back over his head - Quatre's distinct, bright blonde hair no less a marker among so many earth tones. Luckily for them, the crowd was confused enough that his use of force mattered little. No one noticed the flash of blonde hair and the people who'd fallen were already being helped back to their feet. Duo grabbed onto him, diverting his attention.

 

“Wha-?” Heero's next step had his foot nearly swallowed by the ground. He hopped back a step, shaking off muddy water from his boot. The imprint his boot left on the grass covered ground, quickly filled with dark water. Then the compressed dirt and grass rose back up, making the muddy sinkhole look like solid ground again.

 

He glared at the broken earth beneath their feet and followed the hidden grassy sink hole to the large holes in the earth where the wall had been. Many were filling-in to look like the normal ground around them. Another stone slab dropped into the ground, making the earth rumble and the murmur of the crowd grow in alarm. Heero steadied himself and Duo while cerulean blues roved over the open grotto where the Gua dwelled. His teeth clenched in understanding, what had been rocking them in the cells and the cause of the flooding below the foyer was the force from the descending/dropping slabs of stone.

 

A monk ran forward and bowed down before Relena. Heero recognized Thelca and Wu Fei on either side of her. Ethan brought up the rear and gone were the emblems of the monarch. The once seemingly skittish young man was the youngest in his group, held a more confident stance and was more sure footed then Heero had ever seen him. Many of the people from the Acai were armed with weapons, some had shifted to a similar breed of desert cat he'd seen Wu Fei change to and a few others were wielders. All were as young as he and Relena. Heero stiffened at the sight of them and was inspired by the strength of their resolve - they had come to their aid despite the overwhelming odds against them.

 

Relena's hair was in a high pony tail at the back of her head. She wore a long sweeping tunic with splits that came up the sides to stop at her waist and bore the same symbol as all the others. “I've come to continue what my people have been trying to do for years. We've come back to our home. We will no longer hide. We want to be free.”

 

Heero glanced around, half expecting that he's have to glare at another monk or acolyte for thoughtlessly pushing them. Suddenly, Heero winced as Duo straightened away from him and sending a sharp stab of pain across his chest from the abrupt move.

 

“Duo?” Heero whispered, moving to stand in front of the unresponsive long haired man who still had his hooded head hanging forward. Heero held him by both his arms, his hands gently encircling them just above the elbow. “What is it?” Heero ducked down slightly, trying to see Duo's face, but his bangs and the hood hid his face from view.

 

Inky, unfocused blue-violet eyes rolled up to meet Heero's through the fall of his bangs. They locked with his for a moment before they skittered off, staring at something beyond Heero's shoulder. Heero's nose twitched as his concern grew at Duo's continued silence and fading scent. He shook his head, wincing as he dismissed it. It wasn't uncommon that even he would be overwhelmed by the mixed smells of so many people in such close proximity in one place at one time. Heero cupped Duo's chilled cheek, earning a stilted blink and a delayed flinch at his touch.

 

Heero pressed his lips into a thin line at the growing pain in his chest and pulled Duo into a tight hug even though Duo shook at the contact. He rubbed Duo's back swallowing back the anger boiling inside him and tried to concentrate. He knew Duo was in pain, even injured, but he hadn't had a chance to check him the way he wanted. He needed to get him out of Maheran and to a healer first then he would come for Jirrad. Heero's hand settled on Duo's shoulder as he turned to look for Trowa among the assembling people and he missed Duo's eyes closing, lips twitching upward in an emotionless smile.

 

Heero discovered Trowa and Quatre were further away from them and still making considerable progress while he was standing still. He reached for his shoulder guard when cool fingers buried themselves into the hair at the back of his head, pushing his hood back.

 

“Duo, what-?!” Heero shivered beneath the caressing fingers cutting off his whispered query. He caught Duo's wrist, trying to pull his hand down and fix his hood, but Duo tightened his grip.

 

Heero gasped as heat suffused the back of his head and surged down into his body. He swallowed with difficulty, mouth suddenly too dry and too hot. He looked at Duo in surprise at the feel of Duo's lips pressing against his own. Heero half winced at the pressure to his bruised mouth, his eyes widening as the pain dissolved into something more. He pushed back on Duo's shoulder, but his strength was gone. Duo's hood slipped back off his head and the feel of those lips moving against his own had him responding, his lips parting in a quiet gasp. He felt Duo smile and then his tongue slide inside. Heero's eyes grew heavier until they closed. He forced them back open, staring into Duo's eyes where he found a barely discernable dark ring of color, nearly eclipsed by the inky blackness of his pupil.

 

They were like a void, his eyes, drawing you in and letting you fell without any hope of catching yourself or finding purchase. Heero felt his knees give, and then he was falling, matching the feeling invoked by Duo's eyes. The abrupt motion almost pulled them apart, but Duo pulled back first with a parting suck to his tongue. Heero strained to keep hold of Duo's wrist as he stared up at him through lowered lashes, lips parted while he tried to remember how to breathe and shake the haze of pleasure Duo was inducing in him. Heero frowned, the furrow in his brows deepening as he forced himself to concentrate until he could pull his eyes away from Duo's and their unnerving inky depths. He panted; sweat beading across his forehead when he finally managed to lower his head and his eyes fell to Duo's mouth. The small bit of control he gained was taken away again when Duo caught his chin and tilted his head back up to catch his eyes.

 

“Duo… Nnnuhh...” Heero gasped out quietly, straining to regain control again. Duo's brow arched and he tightened his hold on Heero's chin. The hold wasn't painful but the intense heat and arousal Duo was making him feel, overrode his senses and his ability to reason. He tried to speak again, but his teeth clacked closed nipping his tongue and he shook from the wasted effort. They were connected, but not and Heero could feel the familiar icy presence that he had tasted from Duo before filling him.

 

This… his breath caught with the realization. He knew this was what it must have felt like for Duo being suppressed by him, to have all his control taken away and left to his mercy. Heero gasped at the sinuous heat that took the place of the icy tightness in his chest. It almost felt like fingers, but Duo's hands were still holding his head in place. Heero's heart thumped harder at the unexpected pressure on his shoulders, like there were hands bearing down on him. They ran down his chest and pinched him. They pulled and rolled the sensitive nubs there roughly while another set of fingers ghosted along his skin and pressed hard against the nervous bob of his throat.

 

No... there's -Duo's… the only ... touching…. he silenced his disjointed thoughts and forced back the feelings of disgust from memories past until Duo was all he saw. All he felt and found he couldn't think of looking away from Duo anymore. Heero tensed when the hands he couldn't see were suddenly in his pants. He made himself relax and blood rushed down to fill his penis from the extra stimulation, leaving him lightheaded. The fondling increased to strokes and pulls, and then shifted to tease him open from behind the next moment.

 

Heero couldn't hold back his pants no longer as sweat ran into his hairline, the salty liquid burning his open wound while he fought a will that wasn't his own. It urged him to give in to the numbing pleasure and forget everything else. But he saw Duo gazing at him with a sensual smile curling his lips. His vacant eyes drank him in, chipping away at the last of his resistance.

 

Heero's eyes slipped closed as his body rocked and the reasons why it was wrong for this to be happening flew from his mind. The danger heightened the sensations assaulting his body. He struggled against the moan rumbling deep in chest, rising to his throat but it came anyway, quiet and wanton. His mouth opened in a startled gasp from the feeling of being filled as it rocked harder into him. He opened his eyes again and found a pleased smile on Duo's face that didn't reach his eyes. Heero felt his legs tremble and spread as his knees protested the painful friction on the grassy, pebbled ground.

 

The murmur of voices and the smell of the crowd around them came back to him then. Heero's chest constricted, somehow he had forgotten about them. He could tell some of them noticed his supplicant position and Duo's distinctive hair, but weren't clear on the odd movement from his body.

 

“Duo. No.” Heero bit out in a harsh whisper.

 

Duo's smile became a shark like smirk, bringing with it the same emptiness that drew Heero back to his eyes. Heero watched, powerlessly, as the black of Duo's pupils engulfed the whole of his eyes.

 

Duo dipped down to his ear, tongue tracing the outer shell then releasing a cool stream of air over it. Heero shuddered and felt Duo's chilled cheek brush against his temple, “You saw me take him away, but still…” a whisper of feeling ran over his ear, Duo's lips were still moving over it though the words had stopped. “...you want ...both?”

 

“D…” Heero bit his tongue, frustrated by its heavy weight and blinked at the focus the pain had given him.

 

“Greedy.” He heard the word glide on a breathy chuckle.

 

“Duo…”

 

“I invaded you.” Heero gasped at the tightening grip on his penis and the increased pressure jabbing into him. “Still, you don't fear me?” Duo hissed, bafflement creasing his brow as he drew back and black eyes narrowed assessingly at him. That falling feeling returned, threatened to swallow him and Heero couldn't control the shortening of his breath.

 

Duo licked his lips, “You yield to me...” hesitation colored the seductive silk of Duo's voice, eyes delving into him and reading all there was before Duo's chilled cheek pressed against his again. Heero pressed back unconsciously and shuddered as he grew colder - Duo seemed to be sapping what little heat he had to give and he accepted it.

 

“I-I've much to do.” Duo pulled away, putting a little distance between them and letting his hands drop limply to his sides.

 

Heero looked at Duo in a daze; the slight furrowing of Heero's brow was the only indication of his irritation at being unable to control how much of his emotions showed. He focused on the hesitation in Duo's voice as the empty smile fixed itself on Duo's face again.

 

“I shall return for you, my true vessel.” Duo said breathlessly, as if he were teetering on the edge of coming with Heero. Duo darted forded, running his lips along Heero's brow and his breath hitched when his lips ghosted over Heero's temple to Heero's ear. Heero heard him swallow just before he whispered the word, “Release.”

 

Heero jerked, plopping down on his rump as liquid heat spread across his groin. The full feeling was gone and it left him wanting.

 

“Heero?” Heero heard someone calling him from somewhere.

 

“Heero, what's going on?” Trowa's usual monotone voice was terse and louder in his ear than it should've been. Heero blinked sluggishly at the stone on his shoulder guard, but his limbs were too heavy, his pulse too thick in his throat for him to form a coherent response. The hand on his chin sent chilled trails down his neck, along his collar bone to his shoulder where Duo pulled back the cloak to reveal the stone. Duo touched it lightly, his head jerking up sharply as he stared at something over Heero's shoulder.

 

Struggling against his eyelids' wont to close, Heero managed to look in the same direction and met Trowa's ashen face. He watched the green eyed man drop to his knees. Trowa's hand was still on the black stone and Quatre nearly followed him down with the sudden shift in support.

 

Heero felt the air stir around him and then he saw a cloaked figure block the pair from sight. The figure reached down and pulled Quatre to his feet by his arms. The petite blonde's hood fell back; his bruised face was marred by a grimace of pain. Heero recognized Quatre's attacker when he pulled back his own hood and freed a messy ponytail of chestnut hair. Duo held Quatre up without any regard to his obvious suffering and near unconsciousness. Then he was kissing him.

 

Heero shook his head, regaining control of his body and getting one foot underneath him as confusion and angry jealousy shocked him into action.

 

“You know who I am?” Heero frowned, jealousy deflating at Duo's question. Duo shook Quatre mercilessly when he remained silent.

 

“D-Duo,” Quatre's miserable gasp came over the stone in a hollow sounding voice, “What's w'ng?”

 

Heero watched them; Quatre was beginning to waver in Duo's grasp again, but the way Duo was holding his arm had the pain bringing Quatre back each time. Quatre's eyes were barely open, when he spoke again, “Ok? ...an't feel you?”

 

Heero heard him slur, his voice barely audible on the last words. Heero struggled to get to his feet then flinched at the snapping break and gritting crunch of bone loud in his ear. If it wasn't for the stone on Trowa's shoulder, he wouldn't have known what Duo was doing to Quatre over the commotion of the crowd. He searched for another possible explanation for that sound near them, but there was none. He knew Duo wouldn't hurt someone he valued as a friend like that nor handle them with such little concern. The look on Quatre's face was confirmation enough that something had changed. Quatre's face was nearly white, his lips just as pale except for the blood dripping down the corners of his mouth where he must have bitten through his lip. Heero hoped, for Trowa's sake, it was only his lip.

 

Quatre stared in stunned disbelief at Duo and Heero's eyes widened when Duo released him to sway on his feet. The bone deep bruising, and red welts from blood pooling under Quatre's skin were gone.

 

Duo hadn't broken Quatre's arm further. He had healed it.

 

“The One-”

 

“Who-”

 

“-healed that boy!”

 

Heero frowned, eyes scanning over the crowd as the astonished murmurs grew and brought more attention to where Duo and Quatre stood.

 

Duo's fingers ran along Quatre's arm then went to the blonde wielder's cheek. Quatre shuddered under the contact. His facial bruises began to fade as he took an unsteady step toward Trowa. Duo grabbed his arm and caught his chin, moving in closer to Quatre until they were nose to nose.

 

“You are the source.” Heero heard Duo rasp over the stone and watched as the air stirred, whipping their cloaks about them. “Aid me. Will it and I shall be.”

 

The air swirling around them ballooned outwards, causing alarmed shouts and people to collide with each other when they couldn't move out of the way fast enough. Then Duo was gone again, leaving Quatre to stand alone, his mouth agape, his eyes rolling back in his head before the lids shut and he collapsed on top of Trowa. Trowa had been prepared for it, his shaking arms raised to ease Quatre's fall. Heero watched them long enough to see Trowa steadily coming back to himself, moving more and checking Quatre over as his concern for his bonded overcame whatever Duo had done to immobilize him.

 

Heero turned back to search for Duo and managed to stand on unsteady feet. He stumbled forward and a masked monk caught his arm to stay him when he found Duo standing in front of Hilde. There were several other acolytes around them in prone positions on the ground or leaning heavily on the others. Then just like with Quatre, he and Hilde were nose to nose, her mouth open with a helpless expression on her weary face. In the next moment, Duo was gone in a swirl of air flecked with flame and Hilde was left to collapse amongst the other acolytes.

 

Heero didn't need to look to know that Duo was going to Relena next.

 

Tbc…