Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ You Belong to Me ❯ One-Shot

Author: Amanda 02

Title: You Belong to Me

Warnings: AU, OOC, angst, violence, yaoi, lemon, some BDSM themes...

Pairings: 1x2

Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You Belong to Me

I rubbed my head wearily. The din of the marketplace was giving me a headache. It had been an exceedingly long and exhausting day. More and more often lately, the task of obtaining the supplies for Maxwell Parish on market days had been falling to me. I supposed I should be grateful that the preacher trusted me with the task, but still, it was arduous work, and it would have been nice if someone else from the parish had been available to help me.

Market days in the large village of Sank came only once every month, so it was important to gather as many supplies as possible before the opportunity passed for another several weeks. The journey to the market was not an easy one. It was several miles each way from the small village in which the parish was located to Sank. The trek was made with a loaded cart, vegetables from the parish garden on the journey there, and grain, meat, spices and other supplies traded for the vegetables on the journey home.

I sighed, rubbing my head again. I couldn't wait to reach home that night. It would be pure bliss to sink into my bed and sleep. But it wouldn't be for a few hours yet. Dusk had long since descended and was darkening into night, and I was just finishing packing up the cart with the last of the supplies. The journey back to the parish village would be two hours at least. I hated traveling after nightfall. It was dangerous, especially of late. But it couldn't be helped. I could hardly spend the night alone in Sank with a cart laden with goods and no money for lodging. It would be just as dangerous as the journey, if not more so.

My task complete, I stepped back and surveyed the cart with a critical eye. Everything looked secure. And heavy, I noted grimly. As exhausting and headache-inducing as the day had been, I could not deny that it had been productive. The children at the parish orphanage would eat well in the coming weeks. I had even been able to procure a bolt of cloth for the preacher's wife. She would be greatly pleased. She'd wanted it for months.

All around me the marketplace was still bustling with people and activity, despite the late hour. Most of the merchants would remain open for business late into the night. In the morning, they would continue along the main road to the next large village or city, several days journey away. I would be very happy indeed to finally leave the bustling crowds behind. I was about to turn to take up the pulley of the cart when something, or rather, someone, caught my eye.

It was a figure standing perhaps a couple of dozen yards away, in the midst of the bustling crowds. He was absolutely motionless, and the throngs of people seemed to move around him without acknowledging his presence. He wore a long black hooded cloak, much like my own. And he was staring right at me, with stunning cobalt blue eyes. Cold eyes. Terribly, terribly cold eyes.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a bone-deep chill. I pulled my woolen cloak tighter around me. I'd never felt a gaze like that before. It froze me to the spot, seemed to paralyze my entire body. I felt naked, exposed. Time seemed to stand still. Then I blinked, and the figure was gone.

For a moment I remained there, staring at the spot where the figure had been standing. Then I shook my head in confusion, whipping my head around to scan the crowd. There was no sign of the hooded figure. It was as if he'd just… disappeared.

"What… what the hell?" I muttered to myself. "Who was that?" I suddenly realized that I couldn't even remember any details of the man's face, just those piercing blue eyes. I shivered.

Feeling seriously creeped out, I was less enthused than ever about the trek back to the parish, but it couldn't be helped. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed hold of the pulleys on the cart and set out.

The moon was full, casting an eerie light over the countryside. Because of the late hour, the road was nearly deserted even though it was a market day. If I'd left earlier in the evening, I would have been accompanied by dozens of other travelers from the outlying villages around Sank. But now it had been quite some time since I'd passed another traveler.

I was… tense. I couldn't shake the chilled sensation that had overtaken me when I'd spotted the mysterious figure in the marketplace. I couldn't help but feel that those cold, cold eyes were still fixed on me. The road bordered a forest, and I found myself scanning its dark depths warily. I didn't want to admit it to myself but… I was… afraid.

"Stupid, immature idiot…" I muttered to myself, then nearly jumped. My voice had sounded incredibly loud, breaking the silence of the night. The complete and utter silence. I stopped dead in my tracks. I'd been so wrapped up in thinking about the strange figure that I hadn't noticed it before. It was quiet. Unnaturally so. Not a single sound disrupted the night air. It was downright… eerie. I peered uneasily into the darkness, suddenly wishing that I had opted to stay in Sank overnight after all. I suddenly thought of the stories that had been circulating as of late, of travelers attacked on the road at night. Brutally murdered, but none of their goods stolen.

I was trembling. Shaking my head in disgust, I cursed my weakness. I was well over halfway home. If I could just keep my wits about me for a little while longer, I would be safe and sound and laughing at my foolishness as I warmed myself by the parish hearth, drinking a mug of mead. I started forward again, my arms aching at the strain of having pulled the heavy cart for so long. But my uneasiness would not leave me, and I could not stop my gaze from traveling to the murky shadows of the forest, or to the sheer black depths of the fields on the other side of the road.

Again, I stopped dead in my tracks, nearly falling to my knees this time. Was that… was that a person out in the field, standing beneath a huge oak tree? No, it couldn't be… it was just a shadow, wasn't it? My eyes bored into the figure/shadow, trying to determine exactly what it was, and then… it moved. A hood fell back, revealing a pale face framed by dark hair. And piercing blue eyes. Staring. Right. At me.

I fell back with a startled cry. How could it be the same person from the marketplace? How could he have gotten here ahead of me? My blood felt like ice in my veins. I'd never been so scared in my entire life. I blinked and the figure was gone. He had just disappeared. Again. I spun around in a circle, looking frantically for any sign of the figure. I was sorely tempted to just take off at a dead run for home, cart full of supplies be damned. But the preacher would beat me black and blue if I were to do something so foolish, and I couldn't let the children at the orphanage go hungry for a month anyway.

Something fell on me from above. I hardly had a chance to scream as the heavy weight crumpled me to the ground. I found myself staring up at the same face that had gazed at me from across the marketplace, from beneath the oak in the field. Those cold blue eyes were inches from my own. Breath froze in my chest as those eyes seemed to pierce me to the soul. From this close I realized that the figure was in fact a boy who couldn't have been much older than my own sixteen years, but somehow his gaze seemed ageless, the face carved from stone. And then the boy smiled. But it was a grotesque smile, utterly devoid of humour, revealing two sharp, pointed teeth.

"Vampire…" I whispered in awe and disbelief. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. The boy's smile widened, and before I realized what was happening, he was ripping my cloak open and away from my neck. Frantically, I tried to fight him off, but was struck in the face with enough force to leave me momentarily stunned. My throat bare, the vampire grabbed hold of the back of my neck, lifting me off the ground and sinking his teeth into my tender skin.

I cried out in pain, pushing futilely at the weight bearing down on me, at the iron grip on my neck. I could feel my life's blood draining away. To say that it was an alarming sensation would be an understatement. I stared up at the dark sky in disbelief that this could be happening to me. The stars seemed to dance before my eyes, the moon a huge glowing beacon in the night. I was becoming light-headed, the world slowly spiraling away. And then I was being gently laid back down on the ground.

The vampire leaned over me, gazing down into my face. I returned his gaze, eyes wide with shock. The vampire dipped his head back down to my throat, lapping at the blood that leaked from the wound. Feeling the vampire's tongue on my skin, my eyes rolled back in my head. After the violence of the bite it was an almost… erotic sensation. The vampire's lips moved up next to my ear.

"My name is Heero. Omae wa ore no mono da. You belong to me," a strong smooth voice whispered. And then he was just… gone.

I blinked up at the stars, feeling suddenly… at a loss. Slowly, I sat up, waves of dizziness washing over me. I was alone, not a soul in sight. The vampire had completely disappeared. The vampire. I started to shake my head in disbelief, but stopped as pain spiked the side of my throat. Gingerly, I raised a hand to touch the area. It was wet. I drew my hand back and stared at the dark stain on my fingertips. My mind balked at the idea, wanted to convince me that it was all some kind of dream or hallucination. But there was no denying the reality of the blood in front of my eyes. I had been attacked. By a vampire.

"You belong to me," I whispered, repeating the words the vampire had said to me. Heero. The vampire had said his name was Heero. "Oh, God," I breathed. I had to get out of there. I had to get back to the parish.

Quickly, I rose to my feet, and promptly nearly fell over. I grabbed onto the side of the cart until the dizziness had passed. I wasn't sure how much blood I had lost. It couldn't have been too much, or else I wouldn't be up at all. I couldn't linger here. The vampire might return at any moment. Gathering my strength, I grabbed up the cart pulleys and continued my trek down the road. It was hard going. I was light-headed and weak, the cart seeming to be twice as heavy as it had before. The pain in my throat was a constant, throbbing ache. The night had slowly come back to life around me, and I jumped at every little noise, my eyes scanning the darkness around me nervously.

It took twice as long as it should have, but finally I spotted the turn in the road, and the small village beyond. I had never been so happy to see the church tower in my entire life. I was so relieved I could have broken down and wept.

* * * * *

I decided not to tell the preacher and his wife about what had happened. I wasn't sure they'd believe me anyway, even with the wound on my throat. It felt too unreal to me, and I had lived through it. I pulled my cloak tightly up around my throat and hoped they didn't notice anything was wrong.

The preacher was annoyed that I was so late in getting back. He grumbled and cursed the entire time he was helping me unload the cart. But I barely paid him any attention. The old man liked to grumble and curse. His wife, though, was as ecstatic over the bolt of cloth as I had predicted. I was happy that I had pleased her, but all I could think about right then was retreating to my bed and hoping the I'd wake up tomorrow to find the night's events were all some horrific dream. I nearly fainted when the woman remarked that I was a bit pale, but quickly explained it away as exhaustion, taking the opportunity to flee.

Upstairs, I examined the wound on my throat as best I could in the small, cracked mirror in my room. I felt chilled to the bone. There were two gaping puncture marks, still leaking a little blood. The dark fabric of my cloak was damp to the touch with it. I washed away the blood with water from the basin and tied a scrap of cloth around my throat in a makeshift bandage. It was fortunate that the weather was now cool enough for me to wear high-collared tunics without attracting undue attention.

I collapsed into the sanctuary of my bed, and for a long while I simply lay staring at the ceiling, sleep elusive despite my bone-deep exhaustion. I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. A vampire. An actual vampire. Named Heero. Why hadn't he killed me? All the other travelers that had been attacked were murdered. 'You belong to me,' Heero had said. I shivered. Did that mean… he would be back? That he wasn't… finished with me?

My eyes went to the window. I jumped out of bed and quickly bolted the shutters. It seemed a pointless gesture against a vampire, but what else could I do? I crawled back into my bed, feeling utterly and completely helpless. Finally, I drifted into a restless sleep, dreaming of sharp white fangs and cold blue eyes.

* * * * *

A week passed in relative normalcy. Except that I felt anything but normal. The encounter with the vampire was never far from my mind. How could it be? It was the single most incredible thing that had ever happened to me. I couldn't stop thinking about Heero. I dreamed about him every night. I often caught myself thinking about him, off in a daydreaming gaze, when I was supposed to be doing my chores around the parish. It was disturbing me to say the least. The fear was there, boy, was it ever there, but it wasn't just fear that accompanied thoughts of Heero. He was… fascinating. I didn't know where the feeling had come from. I certainly hadn't found him fascinating when he was sucking the blood from my veins. Why was I feeling this way now, after the fact? I just didn't understand it.

And then there was the wound on my neck. It wasn't healing. It wasn't that it was getting infected or anything. It was just that a week later, it still looked as fresh as the night it had happened. It was confusing, distressing… and completely without explanation. I had been concerned for a time that maybe I would turn into a vampire as well. Some vampire legends claimed that all that it took was a bite. But the fear was dismissed as I failed to develop a lust for blood or an aversion to sunlight. But still the wound concerned me. I was stricken with fear at the prospect of having to hide a fresh vampire bite on my throat for the rest of my days.

Finally, the preacher's wife noticed my… distracted state. She cornered me out by the well while I was getting water and asked me what was bothering me. Of course I couldn't tell her. How could I possibly explain it? I didn't understand it myself. But I felt conflicted as she looked at me with concern. Unlike the preacher, who often left me wondering if he viewed me solely as a burden or an extra pair of hands, I knew she really did care for me. I had been living in their care for most of my life, since I had been five years old. I was the first orphan that they took in, though others had followed, as their parents fell victim to the same virulent fever that had claimed my own parents. Presently there were over a dozen children living in the parish orphanage. As the oldest, I helped with a great deal of the chores and in the care of the children.

She was still staring at me, waiting for my response. I sighed in despair, averting my eyes.

"Nothing's wrong… I've just been really tired. There's been a lot of work to do this week," I explained lamely. I could tell she was incredulous, but she let it slide anyway.

That night after I had helped the preacher's wife put the younger children to bed I retreated to my own room. I had been spending a lot of time alone that week, another thing that I was sure was causing the old woman worry. I examined my throat in the mirror. The wound still looked fresh, just as it had all week. It ached, throbbing dully. Anxiety gnawed at my insides. What was I going to do if it didn't go away?

I retreated to my bed and my nightly ritual of staring at the ceiling and thinking about the vampire. About Heero. Where was he now? Was he still in the area? Over the past week, I'd often gotten sudden chills, and had felt the eerie sensation of being watched. Was it just nerves, or was he really… still out there? Watching me? I shivered, burrowing deeper beneath my blankets. Eventually I fell into a restless sleep.

I awoke some time later, feeling confused and disoriented. My internal clock told me that it was still the middle of the night, and that I had only slept a couple of hours. Had something woken me? I sat up, blearily rubbing the sleep from my eyes. And then stopped cold.

Heero was crouched on the windowsill, like some grotesque parody of a bird. His cold, blue eyes were staring straight at me.

My mouth dropped open, working frantically to yell, scream, cry out, make some kind of noise, but I couldn't draw enough breath. I imagine I resembled a gaping fish.

Heero smiled. Again, it was an utterly humorous smile. A mocking smile. I blinked and he was standing right next to the bed. I was finally able to breathe in and was about to scream my head off, but suddenly he was on top of me, pushing me back against the mattress, a cold hand clamped over my mouth. I struggled frantically, but it was useless. His strength was unbelievable. Finally I gave up and lay lax, staring up at him, panting deep breaths through my nose, exhausted from my exertion. I'd never been so terrified in my entire life. Heero's smile widened into a grotesque fanged grin.

"I told you that you belonged to me," Heero said, and then dipped his head to the wound on my throat, sinking his teeth in. I screamed. At least, I tried to. His hand was still clamped over my mouth. I renewed my struggles, pushing at him frantically as fresh pain exploded in my neck. Again, I was helpless as he sucked the life from my body. Just as I felt I was going to lose my grasp on consciousness, he raised his head, my blood trailing down over his chin. I could do nothing but stare up at him in horror. He slowly licked my blood from his lips, returning my gaze with a mocking glint in his eyes. I realized with a start that heat was flushing my cheeks at the way he was looking at me.

"You're so beautiful when you're scared," Heero smirked. I swallowed hard, blinking at him. I didn't know what to think, what to feel. He dipped his head down to my throat again, licking and sucking at my skin. I stared up at the ceiling, a tight knot of fear coiled in my stomach. Heero used his free hand to rip open my tunic, exposing my chest, causing me to give a small cry of surprise and alarm against the hand still clamped over my mouth. He continued licking and sucking at my skin, tracing a path down over my chest.

I was frozen immobile beneath him, unable to move a single muscle. My eyes were wide and unblinking as I desperately drew breath. I was so confused. A vampire draining your blood, while completely out of this world, was still at least… comprehensible. But this? What kind of attack was this? And why was it making the knot of fear in my stomach burn with an unfamiliar heat? Why did it feel so… so erotic, even as I was frozen with fear?

Suddenly, his lips closed around one of my nipples. I drew in a startled breath and bucked against him. This only seemed to amuse him. He threw me a sly glance, never taking his attention away from rolling his tongue over my nipple. His free hand was traveling up and down my side, caressing my flesh. Electricity was traveling down my spine, my breath coming in frantic gasps, and there was no doubt left in my mind now that I was definitely becoming aroused. Aroused by having some vampire paw at me. I couldn't understand it, but I couldn't deny it either. It terrified me. And I wanted it to stop.

It finally dawned on me to give up the futile task of trying to push him off of me and to just hit him. I drew back and struck the side of his head with as much force as I could manage considering how little leverage I had in that position. Granted, it wasn't much, but considering that he didn't so much as flinch, I doubted it would have made a difference even if I had used every ounce of strength I possessed. I'd made him angry, though. My blood chilled as he sent me a dark glare. And then his teeth sunk into the nipple he'd been caressing with his tongue only a moment before.

I howled in pain against the hand gagging me, which had suddenly tightened its grip, Heero's fingers digging cruelly into my face. After what seemed like an eternity, his teeth finally released my flesh, and then his face was above mine, his eyes glinting dangerously. I lay there immobile as tears of pain pricked at my eyes, consumed by fear and helplessness.

"It would be in your best interest to remember your place, Duo," Heero seethed. "There is no point in resisting what your soul knows is true." With that his hand was suddenly gone from over my mouth, only to be replaced seconds later with his lips, kissing me hungrily. I was too stunned to do anything as his tongue invaded my mouth, the taste of my own blood on his lips. He was consuming me, devouring me, and it was only when he suddenly drew back that I realized that I had started kissing him back. And then he was gone.

I blinked stupidly at the ceiling for a moment before bolting upright, my eyes searching the room frantically. But he was well and truly gone, disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. I fell back against the bed. I was trembling. Slowly, my brain seemed to realize that the initial danger had passed, and my muscles began to relax. But my blood still felt like it was on fire, and there was still an uncomfortable tightness in my stomach that had nothing to do with fear.

It couldn't be true. I couldn't be feeling… feeling attraction to a vampire, could I? And then I suddenly realized that the vampire had called me by name. How had he known my name? His claim that I belonged to him again echoed in my head. I buried myself under the blankets, curling into a small ball. But no more sleep would come that night, and I met the dawn feeling confused and mentally and physically drained.

If my behaviour beforehand had been causing the preacher's wife concern, it had to have been doubled that day. Repeatedly, I caught her looking at me with a worried frown on her face as I wearily went about my chores. It was hardly surprising. The reflection that had greeted me in the mirror that morning had been pale and haggard looking. I had added a scarf around my neck in addition to the high-collared tunic, suddenly feeling even more fearful than before at the wound being discovered. I thanked God that the morning had also brought the cold bite of frost in the air, justifying the extra layer of clothing.

What caused me the most concern however, was the sneaking suspicion as to just why I was afraid of the wound being discovered. It was not that I feared having to explain a vampire, or that I would be thought crazy, but in fact that I was afraid that the preacher would believe me, and that he would do something about it. Maybe even do something that prevented me from ever seeing Heero again.

Which was just crazy. That wasn't something to be feared. Never being faced with that monster again would be a good thing, wouldn't it? That's what I wanted… wasn't it?

As the day darkened into dusk and then finally into twilight, I became increasingly agitated. For some reason, I was sure Heero would be back that night. I couldn't… I couldn't let what happened before happen again. I couldn't let him… confuse me like that. Before retiring to my room for the night I slipped into the parish common room and took the wooden cross off the wall. If I put it back right before dawn, no one would ever notice it was missing.

I lay in bed for a long time, clutching the cross to my chest, dreading and yet also anticipating Heero's arrival. I had bolted the shutters, but I had been doing so every night, and it had certainly proved no obstacle to him the night before. Finally though, my exhaustion won out, and I slipped into sleep.

I woke up with him on top of me.

I gave a small startled cry, disoriented by having been suddenly disturbed from sleep. He was straddling my chest, arms crossed, simply watching me with an amused smirk. I remembered the cross and thrust it up at him. I'm not sure what I expected to happen. Maybe for him to recoil in horror, to jump back, hissing and drawing a protective arm over his face as he fled the room. Certainly not for his smirk to widen before he leaned forward and gently, reverently, kissed the cross I held before me like a shield. Which is exactly what he did do.

I stared up at him, gaping in disbelief. But… but weren't crosses supposed to repel vampires? Why wasn't it working? What was I going to do now? Without even realizing it my arm had begun to tremble. Heero leaned back, that hateful smirk still on his face.

"Duo," he said, in the same tone of voice you'd use to admonish a small child. "You can't do anything to me with that. I am no more of the profane than I am of the holy. I simply am." I was stunned into speechlessness, completely at a loss. Heero smiled, bringing a hand up to caress my cheek. I immediately shrank away from him, struggling to push his weight off of me. He scowled and then backhanded me across the face, hard. The blow dazed me into immobility. I tasted blood in my mouth from a gash on my lip.

"It seems that you still do not know your place. We will have to remedy that," Heero said dangerously. Before I even realized what had happened, he had grabbed my arms and lifted them up above my head, tying my wrists together and to the headboard with a length of rope that he produced from beneath his cloak. I jerked against him, drawing breath to scream, but was halted as he laid a finger against my lips.

"Shhh. There'll be none of that, now. But I suppose you won't be able to help yourself soon. We'll have to fix that," he smirked. With that he took hold of one of the blankets and ripped a long strip from it. He quickly gagged me with it before I even had a chance to react. And then he casually went about divesting me of my sleep-clothes.

This was not good. I was bound, gagged, and naked, at the mercy of a vampire. I tried not to panic. I really did. But it was hard to remain calm as Heero once again straddled my chest, tracing a finger along the line of my ribcage. I shivered involuntarily at the not entirely unpleasant sensation. He grinned before dipping his head to the wound on my throat, sinking his teeth in and sucking hungrily.

I did not bother struggling as he fed. Experience told me it would be a futile effort. Besides, now that I was letting myself feel it, this, too was not an entirely… unpleasant sensation. It felt… intimate. I think I was actually… disappointed when he pulled back after only a few moments, giving me a knowing smirk at the dazed look on my face. I blinked at him, and then turned my face away, scowling. It couldn't be. There was no way I had just been enjoying having him drink my blood! It was just impossible! My scowl deepened as Heero laughed mockingly.

Once again, he dipped his head down and started to lick and suck at my skin, tracing a path from the hollow of my throat down over my chest. His hands, both free now that my own were tied above my head, roamed over my skin, caressing, rubbing, and occasionally scratching lightly. His hands were cold, a sharp counterpoint to the heat of his mouth.

I tugged at my wrists but of course it was no use. I was completely helpless. Every nerve in my body was as taut as a bowstring. It was all I could do to draw breath. I was afraid, terrified even, but I was also… excited. I tossed my head to the side, panting against my gag in frustration. What the hell was he doing to me? Every touch on my skin was sending, cool, icy fire racing down my spine. I couldn't suppress a small moan as his tongue worked circles around the same nipple he had bitten the night before. To my complete and utter shame I realized that I was actually… getting hard.

Heero must have realized it as well. He kept moving lower and lower, leaving my skin on fire in his wake. It dawned on me what he was about to do a moment before his lips closed around the head of my cock. I gasped, my body jerking against him involuntarily. He placed his hands on my hips, holding me down as he engulfed me to the hilt. I was terrified. My mind was running in circles. Why was he doing this to me? What did he want from me? Was the most sensitive part of my anatomy about to fall to the same fate as my nipple had the previous night?

All those questions faded away, though, as Heero worked his mouth over my cock, teasing the slit with his tongue, turning my blood to liquid fire in my veins. I gasped for breath over the gag, pulled uselessly at my bonds. Heat, everywhere was heat, enveloping me, drowning me, except for those two cold hands, pinning my hips down, preventing me from mindlessly thrusting up to meet the moist depths of Heero's mouth. I was burning with fever as I squirmed helplessly beneath him, my eyes clenched tightly shut. I'd never experienced anything like it before, this torture of the most exquisite kind. I felt my insides tightening more and more until suddenly the world exploded, lights seeming to flash behind my eyelids, and I was quite suddenly grateful for the gag in my mouth, sure that I would have screamed otherwise.

I lay there for a moment panting, my muscles as lax as jelly, the remnants of my orgasm crackling over my nerves. Quite suddenly Heero's face was above mine. He ripped the gag from my mouth and fastened his lips over mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I could taste myself on him. I didn't care. I found myself returning his kiss eagerly, hungrily even. I renewed my efforts to free my wrists from their bonds, suddenly feeling the urge to wrap my arms around him, to run my hands over that cool flesh. His own hands were once again roaming over my chest, and my body jerked involuntarily against him as sharp nails suddenly raked my skin. I didn't stop kissing him, though.

When Heero finally broke contact, I lay gasping for breath, and definitely wanting more. I stared up and him, transfixed. Before, he had seemed so menacing, so preternatural. He was still those things, but now he also seemed… alluring. Captivating. He was smirking at me, his eyes glinting. He leaned down, and I found myself raising my head a little to meet him, wanting to feel those lips devouring mine again. But he dipped his head down to my ear instead.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he said softly. It was not a question. I froze. There was something in his voice, something… dangerous. "I told you that you belong to me. You cannot deny it. And you want it to be that way, too, don't you?" I flushed, tried to shake my head in silent denial, but he just laughed, a low, sultry sound. He reached up, untying my hands, and then he was gone, just like that.

I slowly sat up, still trying to regain my breath. My skin was still tingling with the aftereffects of Heero's attention. My hand came up to cover my mouth as my mind tied valiantly to process what was going on.

"Oh… oh my God," I breathed. A vampire just sucked me off, and I liked it. I liked it! The words echoed hollowly in my brain. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by guilt and shame. How could this have happened? How could I have let it happen? Had I really… liked it? I had, I really had. What kind of a person did that make me? I imagined the preacher's anger, his condemnation of me if he were to find out and I shivered.

It was lust. That had to be the explanation. I was a teenager after all, a reasonably healthy sixteen-year-old boy. Surely it was perfectly normal to have… to have that reaction when someone, anyone had their hands all over you, and was… was sucking your cock. It still meant that I was weak-willed, a disappointment to the preacher and his wife, but that was better than having wanted it, than having found a vampire, a male vampire even, attractive and… and sexy.

God, who was I kidding? Somehow I knew it wasn't simply lust. Sure, lust had to be a part of it, a big part of it, but something told me it was also something about him, that I would not have felt this way about anyone else. But how could that be possible? Had he... had he bewitched me or something? Weren't vampires supposed to be able to do that? I looked down at the wooden cross, discarded on the floor next to my bed. Of course, vampires were supposed to have been repelled by crosses, too.

I curled back up on my bed. I felt torn. This whole thing was so terribly confusing, so unreal. Of course, the throbbing pain on my throat, the electricity still humming along my veins, and the tingle in my skin all told me just how real the encounter had been. What was I going to do? Traitorous tears leaked from my eyes as I buried my head in my pillow.

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Heero returned the next night. And the night after. He came every night for the next two weeks. During each encounter, he began by re-stating his ownership of me. The words felt more true every time he said them, to my growing shame and confusion. After his statement of claim, he would strip me, tie my hands to the headboard, gag me, and then ravish me. 'Ravish.' It sounded like such a ridiculous, over-dramatic word, but really, there was no better one to use. He ravished me, overwhelmed me, consumed me.

I mean, there was no doubt in my mind that he would be doing these things to me regardless of whether or not I was enjoying them. That technically, I should consider his actions a violation… as rape. But somehow I didn't. I wanted him. I wanted him more each time he came. Enjoyed it more each time his sharp fangs sunk into my throat, each time his cold, smooth hands touched my skin, each time the tight, moist heat of his mouth brought me to climax. I never said so, of course. I still struggled uselessly as he bound me, sometimes so much that he resorted to hitting me. I still fought and squirmed against his touch. It just… it just added to the eroticism, to the excitement that I could no longer deny that I felt. And he knew. The bastard knew. I could see it in that sly smirk, in his smug looks. He knew and he enjoyed the power he held over me. And I felt deeply ashamed.

Another market day arrived, and I was once again called upon to make the trip to Sank. The preacher's wife voiced her objection. I had been so pale the past few weeks, so quiet and sickly. If she only knew. But there was no one else, so despite her concerns the preacher insisted that I go.

I set out with the cart full of vegetables early that morning, shortly after dawn had broken. It was a grey dismal day, and the air was not just chilled, but downright cold. It would not be long before the first snowfall. It was a long, arduous trek. I was weak and exhausted, Heero's visits leaving little time for sleep, not to mention the blood loss he continuously inflicted. I couldn't help but pause on the road as I passed the field with the great oak, the spot where he had attacked me for the first time. I half expected to see him standing there, watching me, but of course he wasn't. I had never seen him during the day.

As I continued my journey, my thoughts never strayed far from Heero. They rarely did. I still had no more understanding of him than I had the first time I had seen him. What was it exactly that he wanted from me? Were these nocturnal visits simply going to continue indefinitely? Why me, of all people? And why… why did the things that he did to me make me feel the way they did? It was… embarrassing. Normal people shouldn't feel… excited by being tied up and… and molested by a vampire! Not even a breathtakingly beautiful vampire like Heero.

I stopped dead in my tracks for a moment, contemplating that last thought. Heero was beautiful. There was no denying it. The smooth planes of his face, the unruly dark hair, those piercing blue eyes, even that smug smirk… they were all captivating. In a dark, preternatural way.

"Oh God," I whispered to myself. "You're… you're falling in love with him…" I shook my head in despair. That was it. I was depraved. How sick could a person be? But I couldn't deny it. I trudged on, my heart heavy, my thoughts dark with despair.

I had never had such a hard day at the market. All of my previous experiences paled in comparison. I was exhausted, I was preoccupied, and I felt ready to collapse. I was no match for the frantic hustle and bustle of the marketplace. The trek home was going to be murder.

So late in the season, there had never been any hope of leaving before night fell, let alone reaching home before dark. I trudged through the darkness with the heavy cart, remembering the last time I had walked this road at night, the fear that I had felt. With good reason, it turned out. As I approached the field with the oak, I was not terribly surprised to see a dark, cloaked figure standing beneath its branches. A blink of an eye and he was on me.

Heero slammed me back against the cart, causing me to cry out in pain. He pinned my arms to my sides, leaning in and capturing my lips in a deep kiss. Time stood still for an endless moment as I drowned in his presence. I gasped for breath as he finally drew back, lips traveling up my neck to whisper in my ear.

"Tonight is going to be different. Tonight is special," he said, drawing back to give me a satisfied smirk. Trepidation stirred in my chest, his cryptic words confusing me. And exciting me. The warring emotions ignited a spark of anger in me.

"What… what did you do to me?" I demanded. His smirk widened, one elegant eyebrow arching in amusement. I scowled. "What did you do? Did you… did you bewitch me or something? There has to be some reason why I feel this way!" I cried, my cheeks flushing. Heero leaned in close, pinning me against the side of the cart with his body as I struggled uselessly against him. Defeated, I gave up and simply looked into his eyes, desperate for some kind of answer. He laughed. A deep, self-satisfied laugh. It was such a strange sound coming from him.

"I did not bewitch you," he finally replied. "You feel the way you do because your soul knows that you belong to me. It knows that you are meant to be mine." And then he was gone. And I was left emotionally flailing, just as I was every time he disappeared on me. There was nothing for me to do except to continue to trudge through the darkness towards home, stomach tight with anticipation as to what might be waiting for me there.

After reaching home and quickly unloading the cart, I retreated to my room. I was a bundle of nerves. I went through the normal nightly rituals of getting ready for bed as if in a daze. Finally I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my heart heavy in my chest. Waiting. Of course he was going to come. It was only a matter of time.

As if on cue Heero was suddenly on top of me, straddling my chest, just as I started to drift into sleep. Before I even had a chance to react he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I stared up at his piercing eyes, trying to quell the fear I was feeling with little success, trying even harder to quell the other feelings I was having for him, with even less success. He smirked, leaning down close to speak in my ear as he so often did. My breath caught in my throat at his proximity, and I flushed, embarrassed by my reaction to him.

"I told you that tonight was going to be different, special. And I meant it. Tonight you will be completely mine," he purred. Purred! There was definitely something different about his voice tonight. It was… huskier somehow, more sultry. More dangerous.

As usual, he began to strip me of my sleep clothes, and, as usual, I fought him tooth and nail, though I did not scream or shout. The last thing I wanted to do was wake the preacher and his wife, to have them discover me in this… this shame. Apparently losing his patience, Heero dealt me a harsh blow to the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. It was easy enough then for him to finish as I lay struggling desperately to regain my breath.

It was then that things indeed took a different turn. Instead of having my wrists bound to the headboard, I instead found myself being flipped onto my stomach. Fear spiking through me, I renewed my struggles to free myself from him. But I couldn't get any leverage in that awkward position, and it was easy for him to grab my arms and tie my wrists behind my back. Another quick movement on his part and I was once again gagged, as well.

Panic threatened to surface. Over the past couple of weeks, though Heero's visits were still distressing, I had come to think that I at least knew what to expect. This was new territory. I felt particularly helpless in that position, particularly vulnerable. Most distressing of all, perhaps, was that my nerves were already singing with the electricity of excitement, along with the fear and the confusion. I cursed myself.

Heero leaned down over me, his weight heavy on my back. I tried to swallow back my fear, to convince myself that the icy knot in my stomach was purely dread and nothing more. I jumped when his cold hands touched my sides, tracing up along the path of my ribcage. I squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to shrug off his weight, his touch, but of course it was useless. I only succeeded in exhausting myself.

"Don't worry, you're going to enjoy this," Heero smirked. "But maybe that's what you fear most, hmm?" he added with a laugh. I flushed. How did he know? How did he know what effect he was having on me, this terrible confusion I was experiencing? I gasped through the gag, all coherent thought dissipating from my mind as he sunk his fangs into the month-old wound on my throat from behind.

He fed for longer than usual, almost as long as the night when he had first attacked me. When he finally drew back, I was light-headed and disoriented, my thoughts sluggish. It barely registered as he traced kisses down the line of my neck to the curve of my spine. Cool hands caressed over my sides, moving down over my hips as he moved lower down my body. I moaned without even realizing what I was doing.

Reality came crashing back, though, as those cool hands were suddenly caressing my ass. I thrashed wildly, panicking, but his heavy weight straddling my thighs prevented much movement. It suddenly became all too clear what he had meant when he'd said things would be different tonight. Especially when those hands disappeared for a moment, returning with something cool and slick on his fingertips.

He stroked his fingers down the cleft of my ass. I gasped against my gag, bucking against him. Every muscle in my body was rigid with fear. He did it again, more of that slick substance on his fingers. He paused over my entrance, working a slick finger inside. I clenched my eyes shut, burying my face in my pillow. This was not happening, it was just not happening! And it was most definitely not desire that was twisting the knot in my stomach along with my fear and uncertainty.

Two fingers were inside now, stroking, caressing. I could feel heat inflaming my entire body. And then he touched a certain spot, and I couldn't hold back a moan as electricity fired along my nerves, light exploding behind my eyes. He touched it again and I squirmed helplessly, my breath coming in desperate gasps. What the hell was he doing to me? I could hear him chuckling and my flush deepened.

Suddenly the fingers were gone. His body shifted, moving up to straddle my hips, and then something much… bigger was pushing into me. I couldn't help but cry out, though it was muffled by the gag. It hurt! Involuntary tears pricked at my eyes as he continued to push forward, impaling me, until I felt his stomach flush against my ass. I couldn't help but squirm, frantically gasping for breath as he stilled, his full length inside me.

This was… unreal. I couldn't breathe, my breath coming in hitching gasps. For the longest time, Heero didn't move. I became almost… accustomed to the alien sensation of him filling me. My breathing began to calm, my muscles relaxing ever so slightly. It still hurt, but it was a bearable, throbbing pain. And then he moved.

I gasped, electricity singing along my nerves as he withdrew almost completely. And then slowly, he began to push back in, once again brushing over that spot that made light burst behind my eyelids. He kept moving, building up a steady rhythm of thrusts. I was helpless to do anything except lay panting and squirming beneath him. Hurting… but it was not an entirely unpleasant hurt. He kept hitting that magic spot, lacing the pain with a pleasure so sweet I didn't know if I could bear it.

Heero shifted, pulling my hips up until I was kneeling, a rather uncomfortable position with my hands tied behind my back. But all thoughts of discomfort quickly disappeared as he was once again thrusting inside me. He reached around and grasped the erection I hadn't even realized I had, pumping it in his hand. It was too much for my overloaded senses. My orgasm washed over me like an electric wave, the world fading to white as my eyes rolled back in my head. Dimly, I was aware of Heero quickening his thrusts. He climaxed as well, spilling his seed inside me.

For a long time I just laid on the bed in a daze. It had been by far the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. Slowly, the world started to come back into focus. Heero had removed my gag, and was untying my hands. I stretched out my aching arms gratefully, starting to roll over onto my back, but only making it as far as my side before the throbbing ache at the base of my spine stopped me. I winced, wondering vaguely how the hell I was going to do my chores tomorrow.

"You are coming with me," Heero said, as if reading my mind. He was lying on the bed next to me, his head propped up on one arm as he looked down at me. I looked at him. It had not been a question, or even a demand, simply a statement of fact. Part of me knew that I should say no, offer up some kind of protest, but I also knew that I wouldn't. I looked away from those knowing blue eyes that seemed to pierce me to the soul.

"Why… do all of… all of this?" I asked softly. "Why just not take me that first night, if that was your intention all along?" He laughed, the sound low and vaguely mocking.

"It was much more interesting doing it this way. And much more fun," he finally replied, reaching out a cool hand to trace the wound on my throat, causing shivers to run down my spine. "Besides," he added, smiling enough to bare his fangs, "if I'd simply taken you that first night, you never would have known just how much you enjoy being with me."

I flushed with embarrassment. He was right. Whatever else he made me feel, when you got right down to it, I did enjoy it. Enjoyed being tied up and seduced by a vampire. A vampire I was pretty sure I was falling in love with. And who might very well regard me as nothing more than a plaything. I curled up on the bed, confusion and shame and uncertainty, all such familiar emotions since Heero had come into my life, washing over me.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. I froze, my eyes widening in shock. Heero had never… done that before.

"You belong to me. I take good care of what belongs to me. You need not fear," he said before dipping his head to lick at the wound on my throat. I closed my eyes, the now familiar intimate sensation warming my blood. "And we have lots more games left to play," he added after drawing back, looking down at me with a sly grin. I just stared back, transfixed by those cold blue eyes. He climbed to his feet, pulling his pants, discarded during our earlier activity, back up over his hips. "Get dressed," he said. "We have far to go and the dawn is approaching."

I nodded, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. This was it. I really was leaving with him. I climbed to my feet, wincing at the throbbing ache in my ass. It did not take long to get ready. I did not have much in the way of worldly possessions, at least not anything of value enough to take with me. I dressed quickly, wrapping my cloak around my shoulders. On a whim, I picked up the small wooden cross that I had taken from the parish weeks ago, foolishly thinking that it would protect me from Heero. I had neglected to put it back. It would remind me of the preacher's wife. She had been very kind to me over the years that I had lived in the parish, and had been almost like a mother to me. I felt a pang of regret over leaving like this, without even a goodbye. Surely she was going to worry about me. And the parish children. I was going to miss them terribly.

I looked around the small room that had been my home for many years, the full significance of this abrupt departure descending on me. They would worry. They would wonder what had happened to me. They would never know. I felt cruel and callous, doing that to them. But there wasn't anything I could do. I was going with Heero. It wasn't even a choice. It just was. I belonged to him. I thought those words to myself, and felt how true they were, how right.

I turned to Heero, who was standing over by the open window, waiting for me. I walked over to him, feeling very much like I was walking away from my past, into my future. I looked at him, and he wrapped his arms around me, pressing me up against his chest. It felt… right. And then we disappeared from the room, and from my old life forever.

The End.