Vampire Hunter (Darkstalkers) Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Of Death and Demons ❯ Chapter one ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Yes I know it took me long enough to get this second chapter out, but hey at least it's nice and long and hopefully it's of pretty good quality as well. As usual this is an AU Gundam fic that has been crossed over with Darkstalkers and there may be cameos from other anime as well. There will be shonen ai and shoujo ai in this fic so if you don't like same sex couplings then you might want to stop reading here. If you see words in italics then it's just someone's thoughts, and I hope it's obvious who's thinking them, if not then I'll put more detail in next time around. Oh yes, there are parts in the fic that will have astericks by them -PLEASE- read the corresponding astericks at the bottom of the page so I don't get flamed too harshly for a misunderstanding. Please enjoy! *Hides from the Dorothy fans*





A soft wind blew into Heero Yuy's room and the young man looked up with a stern glare. He had wanted to get rid of the succubus! The teen lay on his bed in silent fury, the blood red of his walls only spurned on the burning anger in his heart.* He could close his eyes and easily picture her in his mind, her womanly body teasing to the senses.

She had soft and supple milky white skin and her eyes nearly glowed with demonic lust. Her succubin heritage was plain to see by her ample bossom and pert behind. Heero sneered at the thought and stood up. He began to pace by his bed, still trying to get her out of his mind. First she kissed and danced with Quatre, then she went off after dancing with the angel practically all night long. Heero flipped the shock of brown hair from his prussian blue eyes and glared angrily at his body's reaction to the memories of her warm body in the limo next to him. He licked his lips and stood at the window.

"She is not bothering me." Heero muttered through clenched teeth, "I. Don't. Want her."

He hung his head slightly and clenched the windowsill. He had to get the girl out of his mind. She was purely evil. His eyes opened wide and he turned around hearing wind blowing behind him. A man with long white hair stood in his room. Automatically Heero took the gun from his bedside table and aimed it at the stranger.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Heero asked icily, "And how did you get in my room?"

"I am Speaker." The man said, stepping forwards, "I'm an angel come to help you."

Heero continued to look at him suspisciously but nodded for him to continue.

"I understand you are having trouble with a demon. A succubus called Releena Anesland? I can help you with this hell-spawn!"

"Why would you help me?"

"Because I am an angel. It is my place, my purpose to assist in vanquishing evil from the world."

Heero slowly lowered his gun and stepped forwards. The angel smiled and took his hand gently. There were callouses on both their hands from weilding weapons and the angel brought the boy close so they were nose to nose. Heero's steely blue eyes met with the ageless yellow eyes of Speaker. The angel held him by the shoulders and cupped his cheek in his hand, the ancient immortal began to glow slightly.

"I am not permitted to harm her myself but you can stop her Heero. I can grant you power to stop her!"

"What do you want in return?" Heero asked as he stepped back from the man's grasp.

"I only wish for justice! For the succubus to die!"

Quatre Winner jumped out of the shower and began to towel dry his hair. The five boys had been friends for some amount of time and when Quatre's father died they had been there to support him. It was no secret that when Quatre's father passed on Quatre had lost control. His heart was strained at that time, trying to reign in his emotions. For some time he had been angry and lashed out at those around him, but when he hit one of his friends it had shocked him and he decided to go for counciling. But the group sessions he was in didn't turn out well. He took the emotions he felt and turned them inwards, he began to feel guilty and blamed himself for his father's death. One night he slit his wrists in the bathtub. Fortunatly Duo found him in time and revealed his true form to the young man, Duo used his powers against the All Father's intentions and saved his friend. That was when his wings turned from their pearl white to deepest pitch of black.

It was mainly Duo who had pulled Quatre out of his slump and ever since they had been closests of friends. The angel cared for Quatre like a brother and would never want him to be hurt but he was hurting him without realizing it. Quatre kept pushing the image of the two powerful beings embracing from his mind. He was torn between friendship and love but he knew what he would do. Despite the fact that he cared about Releena he would step off, it was clear to anyone that Duo had captured her heart. But though Quatre's mind agreed with this logic, his heart still broke as he envisioned the young girl. He felt as though someone had taken a pin and sliced it down his heart, he felt neasaous at the fact that he could look at her but not touch her. Quatre wiped his eyes and sat at the window seat. He looked up and saw a shooting star and silently wished for a love of his own.

The young Winner boy leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. It won't come true, Quatre thought to himself sadly, but I can always dream.

"That's what I'm here for." A feminine voice purred, "I am your dream Quatre Winner."

A petite succubus with forest green wings slinked from the tree she was sitting in and walked on air to get to Quatre's window. The green haired vixen phased through the solid wall and stradled Quatre's lap with a wicked smile. The succubus wet her painted black lips and placed a hand on Quatre's cheek. The boy had fallen asleep and wound be easy to succumb. The succubus came close so Quatre's head was nestled in her bossom and she began to weave herself into the prince's dream.

Quatre sleepily opened his vivid blue-green eyes and looked around, he was in a spacious room with pristine white walls and a sand colored fluffy carpet. It seemed only natural to him that he was wearing his princely costume. He carried his mask under his arm and his cape flowed behind him gently. He could see a bed in the shape of a black swan a few feet away. The body was the bed and the wings were lifted to make the top and canopy and the agile neck and head were turned away from him.

Delicate arms encircled his waist and Quatre blushed as a female body pressed against his back. Warm lips pressed to his neck a moment and he stayed still feeling uneasy as the hands took his mask out from under his arm. Once again the arms were around his waist and Quatre shivered.

"Who are you?" He asked calmly.

The girl giggled and came into his sight. He staggered backwards and fell down on the plush carpet. 'Releena' giggled again and promptly sat in his lap. Her pink teddy left little to the imagination and her wings contrasted the room as greatly as the swan bed did. The fake succubus layed herself on his chest and played with Quatre's hair.

"You're so cute when you're confused." She giggled.

The shoulder straps of her teddy slipped down and the girl nuzzled his neck in an almost possesive manner. Dirty blonde hair shielded their faces as 'Releena' kissed him and Quatre gently sat up and pushed the girl back.

"What's wrong?" The girl asked with a trembling lower lip.

"What are you doing? Who are you?"

"Oh silly Quat-kun, I'm Releena."

The succubus kissed his cheek again and Quatre held her back so she couldn't do anything else. He looked into her confused silver eyes and pushed the straps of her skimpy outfit back up on her shoulders. Quatre knew it was a wonder he didn't have a nosebleed by now but chalked it up to the fact that this was only a dream. The succubus tried again to kiss him but was stopped before their lips touched. The young girl looked utterly bewildered and placed his hand on her breast.

"You arn't Releena, who are you and why are you here?" Quatre asked gently.

"You don't need to bother with knowing my name.."

"Maybe, but I want to know your name, and what you really look like." Quatre smiled, "Why are you here miss?"

The girl shook her hair behind her and it shortened to the top of her hsoulders and turned deep green, she opened her eyes and he smiled. Her eyes were like gundanium and her thick lashes oddly made her look younger than her adult body. There was a shift in mass on his lap and her teddy shifted over her now shortened body length and expanded to adjust to her chest and hips. The girl stood and snapped her fingers and the teddy turned black.

"I don't like pink." The girl explained, "But it seemed to fit in your mind."

The girl motioned for him to follow her and they sat on the bed. Quatre watched in surprise as the succubus brought a crystal ball from under the raven black wings that adorned her back. She rolled the ball over her fingers and it sent sparkles and rainbows across the dreamscape.

"My name's Deliah and I'm your succubus for the night." She sighed, "I am to keep you company and make you happy but you aren't co-operating."

"Sorry."

"Forget it, just tell me what you want okay?" Deliah looked over with a frown, "I thought you wanted my cousin but you didn't react to her at all."

Quatre shifted uncomfortably, "Well it's just that, Releena hasn't got silver eyes so I knew you weren't her. And besides, Releena is with my best friend."

Deliah nearly dropped the crystal in shock. She turned to Quatre and slid into his lap, the blonde squeaked and allowed her to come nose to nose with him. Her green hair tickled his cheek and her oceanic breath washed over him.

"Are you for real? You won't even dream of the princess just because she's with your friend?" Deliah patted his head gently, "You're a credit to humans everywhere Quattie."

"Th-thanks... I think."

"Oh it's a compliment, don't worry. Wow you have good control! Earlier tonight you wanted her but now you don't?" The girl crossed her arms over her ample bossom.

"It's not that I don't want her, it's just that I can't have her." He explained with a blush.

Deliah backed off him a bit and looked at him pityingly. Quatre continued to blush and 'eep'ed when she nuzzled him.

"Let me take your mind off her." She purred.

"No..no thanks!"

Deliah looked up at the frozen Quatre and giggled, her silver eyes hardened a moment to look almost like granite. "You don't like me?"

Quatre shook his head frantically at the tearful tone of her voice. Deliah continued to nuzzle his neck then nipped his earlobe tenderly. Quatre wanted to move but he was trapped between her body (which wasn't necessarily bad) and the headboard (tailfeathers) of the swan bed. The young succubus placed his hands on her butt and leaned close.

"You do like me don't you?" Deliah asked coyly.

"You're very attractive miss Deliah but I really don't think we should do this, I don't even know you!"

"It's a dream Quattie, it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does! It's not just a dream to you."

"You're right." Deliah kissed his temple, "It's my life. I enjoy it."

Quatre looked at her with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, "You mean like a... nymphomaniac?"

Deliah giggled and continued to move her body lewedly against the young mans. Quatre blushed steadily and tried to control his dream but found that whenever he changed the room a bit Deliah would distract him with her body.

"I'm going to share something with you Quattie, a nympho is just like a baby incubus, humans with demonic heritage that havn't come into their full power."

"Incubus?"

Deliah nodded and sat up on his lap, her soft green hair brushed her shoulders and she trained her metalic silver eyes on his. Quatre swallowed nervously, hoping that he hadn't upset the erotic girl. Apparently she heard his thoughts because she began to smile.

"Look I'm obviously not getting in your chastity belt at the moment so why don't I give you a crash course in demons?"** Deliah offered.

"Really?" Quatre said in excitement, part of him hoping he could better understand Releena.

"You got it." Deliah said standing up, "C'mere."

Quatre stood in front of her and she stripped her clothes off, much to his embaressment. Her nipples began to tighten from the false cold of the room and she shivered, showing off for him. Deliah giggled and took his face in both her hands then slid her tender palms down his arms. Oddly it was the soft pads of her fingers that made him wish that he was more attractive. Deliah felt this and kissed his cheek chastly.

"Look at me Quatre and stop that train of thought. You are very attractive in your own right and never let anyone tell you differently."

Quatre shyly looked at her, keeping his gaze on her face and trying wholeheartedly not to let his vision slip to the deadly curves of her body. Deliah held his hands in hers and looked at them curiously. There were slight nicks on the tips of three of his fingers and thin too white scars on his wrists.

"This is the average succubus body." Deliah stated as she led his hands over the contours of her body, "As I showered you, we can take the form of whatever we or the dreamer desires. A succubus is born to please and we all have powers that range from the powers of suggestion, hypnotism, to being able to control the objects around us, telekenesis."

Deliah's voice was soft and she drew Quatre closer to her. "A succubus doesn't know much else beside giving pleasure and making others happy."

"You're like a slave." Quatre said mournfully.

"Only to our instincts. We are empaths one and all and when someone suffers it hurts us. We can't just let someone suffer, not if we can do something to help.

"An incubus," She continued as she put on her normal clothes, "Thrives on sex, they have bodies that are more beautiful and alluring than a succubus' and they feed from others horomones. When they have sex they take the power from their partner and most of the time leave them dead if they're mortal. Their powers range from nothing to omnipotence!"

"Why such a varience?" Quatre asked in awe.

"Because," Deliah smoothed her fingerless cream gloves on her hands, "Incubus offspring can be from humans that survive to the highest ranking of demons or sometimes angels."

Deliah's forest green crop top showed off her stomach and made her body seem longer. She also wore cream colored clam diggers, the bottoms weren't quite clinging to the area just below the knees while the top was and it was oddly attractive. Her nail polish was black and Quatre noted that she also painted her toes.

"So incubus' have sex for themselves while succubus' do it to make others happy?" Quatre asked.

Deliah grinned, "You've got it."

It seemed like she was about to speak again then lifted her head slightly and frowned. Quatre looked at her in concern and placed a hand on her elbow gently.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded with a sigh, "Yeah but I'm gotta book it. I'm being called. In the meantime you get some sleep. Do some research and I'll be back tomorrow night."

She began to fade and her gundam eyes sparkled with mischief, "Next time." She added, "Sleep on the bed so you don't get a kink in your neck sugar."

Deliah spread her wings wide and her body lifted off the floor of the dreamscape before she vanished all together.

Heero swallowed a scream as a surge of power pulsed through his body. Speaker held his head in his hands and allowed his power to fuze with the young man's. He had withstood it for five minutes so far and the heaven sent was impressed, he wondered if this boy was half angel. But upon feeling through his aura Speaker could tell that Heero was a normal human boy, he was just incredibly advanced from the others of his species. The angel slid his hands to the boy's shoulders and Heero slumped in his arms.

"You do well Heero." Speaker complemented him as he cupped the boy's cheek.

Heero's skin was flushed from the massive energy that had been bestowed on him. He could feel his knees about to give out under him but the angel held him gently. The chocolate haired boy lifted his eyes to the older man and could feel himself getting lost in his yellow eyes. Speaker cradled the boy's head to his heart, never breaking eye contact. Heero breathed in the angel's scent and was surprised that he smelled like sandlewood. The gentle musk smell relaxed him as he listened to the man's eternal heart beating. Speaker lay one hand on Heero's back to massage out the tension, his other arm around the boy's waist to keep him close. As the boy slept Speaker began to whisper ageless chants into his young ear, conveying knowledge of the centuries to the mortal.

In his dreams Heero slid his arms around Speaker's waist, fisting his hands in the eggshell white robe just below the angel's wings. Tenderly the white haired one picked the boy up in his arms and lay him on the bed then lay down beside him, using his wings for a blanket around them.***

"You are a wonder, child." Speaker smiled, "And you shall be my greatest achievement."

Dorothy stepped out of the shower, glad to have gotten the last of the awful black dye from her blonde locks. She dried her body quickly, knowing her roomate would want in soon. The towel made little nose as she tossed it into the laundry hamper with the other dirty laundry, it was a mix of colors because of the variety in the girl's wardrobes... and because laundry hadn't been done for a week.

"Doooorothy! Lemme in already, I feel grungy and sinful in this outfit!"

Dorothy pulled on a black 'beater' and blue pants that tied at the waist then flipped a towel over her shoulder and grabbed the nearest comb for her hair. She hummed the theme of an old anime 'Key the Metal Idol' as she took a bit more time in the bathroom. Hilde waited outside the door with a change of clothes and jumped when her roomate stepped out, cheerfully telling her that the bathroom was free. The young blonde made her way to the living room as Hilde dashed into the shower to get clean.

"Ya better have left hot water Dorry."

"There's plenty there silly, we've got a hot water heater."

"Oh yeah." Hilde responded a bit quieter.

Dorothy set her towel and comb on the floor where she wanted to sit and tossed an ever-burn log in the fireplace. She continued humming happily as she tossed a match in then went to her comb and towel. Dorothy smiled with satisfaction, she didn't really care for the fact that her friend had danced with Quatre but he had looked crushed when he found the angel claimed her. She didn't like guys on the rebound so she'd bide her time and offer support, then once he was alone and vulnerable...

SNAP

"Damn, that's the fourth comb this month." Dorothy complained as she looked at the broken comb in her hand.

While Dorothy's hair wasn't exceptionally thick like her friend Hilde's, it was still very long and so the girls usually didn't have many combs in the house. The thickness of her blue-black locks was part of the reason why Hilde kept her hair short, it was less comb's to buy.

Dorothy hummed as she squeezed a bit more water from her hair and gently toweled it, trying her best not to get knots in her beautiful long locks. The fire grew and gave off a comforting heat as her mind wandered. Quatre was so shy when it came to women but she knew he had backbone. When properly motivated the Arabian boy could be more passionate and heated than the fire.

I'll make you mine Quatre, come Hell or highwater.

"What're ya smiling about?" Hilde questioned as she walked in the room.

Dorothy turned to see her roomate donning a white t-shirt with 'Milkball' on the front in silver lettering and seamless black panties. The girls sat side by side drying their hair in comfort, knowing there was no one there to walk in on them.

"The future." Dorothy smiled.

"Am I there?" Hilde leaned against the one she trusted the most.

"Of course." Dorothy lied, putting an arm around the naive young girl.

Hilde cuddled close with stars practically dancing in her eyes. Dorothy allowed the girl this comfort, knowing that the younger girl's past practically demanded that she have affection. Hilde's parents were abusive and the only touch she had ever known from them was that which left bruises. She had been taken from her parents when she came to her best friend's house one day with a broken arm. As a result Hilde was left in the care of foster homes and orphanidges, never being able to get close to anyone and always being pushed away before an actual bond could be formed.

When she was sixteen Hilde left to live on her own and found Dorothy, they were great friends but HIlde needed someone to protect her and care for her as more than a friend. Dorothy saw this as an opportunity and convinced the small girl taht she was what she needed and Hilde accepted this, falling hard for her beautiful friend. Over time Hilde couldn't see any of Dorothy's faults and believed every lie as if it was gospel. Hilde was gullible and sometimes she would realize it but if there was a hint that something was wrong she would assume that it was her fault and try to fix things.

"You look really cute in that sailor suit." Dorothy smiled.

"Thanks." Hilde giggled.

"You look better out of it." Dorothy stated suggestively.

"Dorothy." Hilde blushed, "You can be so bad."

The blonde girl pulled her roomate closer and kissed her neck, "I know, but you like it."

Hilde moved so her head lay in Dorothy's lap and gazed up at her adoringly. "Yes, I do."

Dorothy affectionately smoothed Hilde's hair. Despite the fact taht she didn't love Hilde, she was fond of the smaller girl. Hilde closed her eyes and purred as she was petted. She loved it when Dorothy cuddled her, it was nice to know that she was wanted by her lover. Hilde smiled as she felt lips press against her cheek. Dorothy's breath smelled of mint toothpaste and it wafted across her skin to her nostrils.

"My sweet Hilde."

"My protector Dorothy." Hilde giggled and they clasped hands.

"Lets go to bed."

Hilde sat up and stretched her back before standing up to follow her lover to their bedroom. Dorothy's long blonde hair was just beginning to dry out while Hilde's was almost completely dry. The two girls playfully kissed as they made their way to their bed. Hilde sighed in contentment as Dorothy shut the door behind them. It wasn't that they had to worry about people walking in on them but Dorothy did it unconsciously, trying to keep Hilde with her until she was let go. Hilde took Dorothy's hand in her own and once the door was shut brought the long fingers to her mouth. Slowly Hilde licked each of Dorothy's fingers from knuckle to tip then kissed the pads of her lover's fingers. Dorothy lightly scratched Hilde's cheek, careful not to make any harsh marks.

"Mine." Dorothy whispered.

"Yours." Hilde agreed.

Dorothy pulled her smaller lover close to her and possessively put her arms around her. Hilde's hands moved to Dorothy's shirt and she clenched the fabric in her fists as Dorothy assaulted her lips, gently forcing her mouth apart with her tongue and dominating her mouth in a passionate kiss. Dorothy could feel Hilde leaning into her body and they bothed moaned as hands quested to find sensitive areas. Dorothy cupped Hilde's vagina in her hand as her breasts were fondled by her lover and she rubbed her lover gently. If nothing else she knew the importance of foreplay and how to satisfy her lover. Dorothy carefully started to move forwards and Hilde went backwards until the backs of her knees were against the edge of their bed. Dorothy looked down at her lover as they stood by the bed, her pearly blue eyes were deadly serious.

"Always?" Dorothy asked.

"Always." Hilde pledged, "I'm always yours."

Dorothy smiled as she lowered her girlfriend to the mattress, happy that her doubts could be put at ease by her black haired angel.


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Well that's it for chapter one, hopefully chapter two will come out faster than this one did. I'm sorry but someone had to be a queen bitch in this fic and it just popped into my head that Dorothy would be perfect and that Hilde would be a good submissive little partner for her... okay so maybe I'm just odd...
In any case this fic will be focusing on romance a lot and will have interactions between all of the couples that I have planned and on that note here are the notes for the fic!
* - Red is the color of passion for a reason, it does actually help to envoke anger in a person.
** - Everything here that I'll be saying about demons and angels... you can consider it bunk because I'm making it up for the purpose of this fic, actuall Incubus and Succubus arn't like this so don't take it as the truth please.
*** - This paragraph, heck even any of the interaction between these characters will be difficult but let me say right now that I DO NOT intend for Heero and Speaker to be a coupling!
Any comments and critisisms, questions and flames can be directed towards me at Minako_15@hotmail.com or you can leave a review at fanfiction.net. Thanks for reading and I hope to hear from you and I hope you like it and continue to read in the future!