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"Shadow Mist"Written By: Karen The Huntress Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its
characters Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Language, angst, lemon Pairings: 2x1, 1x2 Summary: Heero gets a little more than he bargained
for when he takes home a stranger. "Shadow Mist" Part Five:
Halloween Eve
Sunset flared fiery rays to streak the sky in variegated stripes of red and orange. Further to the west, beyond the dusk-silhouetted cityscape, the full moon balanced on the horizon like a huge silver dollar.
Heero pushed aside heavy blackout curtains utilized to keep the sun at bay. Through a dirt-dulled windowpane he watched the last remnants of purple twilight dissolve into evening.
Sated to the point of exhaustion from his and Duo's extensive passion session, which ran its course between midnight and five o'clock that morning, the lovers shared their daylight slumber side by side.
Now the encroaching night stirred Heero, restless and hungry, from his dead-to-the-world sleep.
Gloriously naked, his rejuvenated body was perfect. Sculptured muscles rippled with each enticing movement. Flawless skin glowed golden. Likewise newly heightened senses conveyed information concerning his surroundings.
Eyes, an extraordinary shade of Prussian blue, studied a moth fluttering around a security light. Distinct characteristics of the manic insect were magnified, each meticulous detail scrutinized as if viewed through a microscope.
Ears perceived every flap of gossamer wings pulsating
against the air. Acute hearing also monitored mice scratching in the
attic and amplified voices through the brick wall as though the various
dialogues were conversed beside him.
Heero licked his lips, tongue tasting his lover's residual essence. In pure erotic ecstasy he savored Duo's animalistic scent inundating the bedroom with such intensity a sturdy shudder slithered up quivering thighs and caused his highly sensitive manhood to twitch.
In his own magnificent state of nudity, with cascades of ginger hair cloaking his shoulders, Duo sauntered to his partner. From behind Duo slipped his arms around Heero's waist and pressed their bodies so tightly flesh melded together.
"Buona sera il mio amore." Duo purred, nuzzling Heero's neck.
Again a fierce shiver threatened to negate Heero's small measure of control. "Je t'aime." was breathed reverently.
Duo pivoted his partner in place. Hands resting on Heero's hips he gazed into desire-glazed eyes. "In the week since our initial union your cunning in the hunt and ability to glamour your prey has surpassed all my expectations." he praised, "Heero Yuy, you are no longer a fledgling but my equal in every way."
To validate his eternal soul mate's vampiric evolution, Duo delivered a fervent kiss.
When their lips parted, Heero vowed. "I freely give my love and loyalty and promise to stand by your side until the world fades away."
"I also give my oath and guarantee to forever be joined with you." Duo pledged.
****** All manner of specters meandered through the French Quarter. Costumes ranged from bizarre to macabre to comic. Childhood goblins and bed sheet ghosts had been vanquished by creepy clowns, brain eating zombies and rakish pirates.
Spiderman and Green Lantern roamed boulevards. Fairies dressed like porn stars sauntered along the streets. Witches, warlocks and werewolves also shared the night with legions of departed spirits who had traversed the liminal veil.
Set apart from the crowd by mystical transformation, a seductive figure encased in a tight silver-gray tee shirt, formfitting black leather trousers, matching leather jacket and boots moved with feral ease among the Halloween revelers.
This time no multi-colored beads rained from the sky. No skeletal hands clawed and grabbed. Heero Yuy no longer feared the Grim Reaper's minions. He'd transcended the mortal condition of humans and, although his soul be damned, had conquered death.
Constantly surveying the milling mass of pretenders, Heero paused to display his trim physique in a "come hither" posture—after all—why not advertise when what you're selling is top grade.
It had always been easy to lure dates. Heero naturally secreted sensuality from every pore but now, enhanced by potent pheromones, he was irresistible. He didn't need Duo's "lost boy" ploy to beguile his clientele. Primal magnetism did the fetching for him.
****** A teenager dressed in a pinstripe waistcoat and trousers, black cape and scarlet cravat strolled pass Fritzel's Jazz Club. Face painted stark white, eyes ringed in black and lips painted ruby red, fake fangs deformed his mouth in a cartoonish, pseudo-vampire smile.
Heero had no interest in the youngling. Allow the lad his frivolity. Woes of life would come soon enough.
More suited to the huntsman's requirements, a middle-aged man in mundane street clothes crossed Bourbon Street. Predatory charm in force Heero inquired huskily. "Looking for some fun?"
Entranced, the man stared in utter fascination. It took several seconds to find his voice. Finally he stammered. "How much--for an--hour?"
"Three hundred."
Sadly funds fell short of the expected fee. Disappointment etched on his face the man sighed. "Don't have that much."
Lamplight glinting off two silver hoop earrings, Heero leaned closer and set the trap. "Got fifty for a blow job?"
Concentration comprised, the ensnared prey nodded "yes".
"What's your name?" asked Heero.
"Eric."
Heero started off across a cobblestone courtyard. "Okay, Eric, follow me."
Consumed by licentious pleasure with the walking wet dream, Eric never imagined he was being led to his doom.
Graffiti-decorated door opened into a gloomy narrow hall. Heero selected room thirteen, ushered his quarry inside and bolted the latch against unwanted intrusion.
Seemingly unconcerned about being caged in the windowless room illuminated by a single bare light bulb, Eric paid. He offered no resistance when instructed to remove his shoes and lie back on the single bed made up with faded green sheets.
"Relax." was urged as Heero knelt on the bed. Eric's waistband was unsnapped and fly unzipped. In one fluid motion both trousers and underwear cleared hips, legs and socks to pool on the floor.
Noting his unsuspecting date was already fully erect from anticipation, Heero wedged his body between trembling thighs. No words were spoken. Only sucking, low moans and heavy breathing disturbed the silence.
In the throes of unbridled lust, as Heero ravished his body and mesmerized his mind, Eric failed to notice murky fog swirling in the opposite corner. Slowly the stealthy dark vapors condensed into a solid human form.
Duo observed his lover's domination with pride. It had been but a week since Heero's turning. Seven days resting together by day. Seven sunsets of dual stalking.
Tonight Duo had consented to let Heero hunt alone then followed when his lover went on the prowl. Heero was clever, there was no doubt, but his newly acquired authority was amazing.
At this decisive moment Duo was certain he'd made the right choice. Instincts honed over numerous lifetimes and centuries of accumulative knowledge did indeed affirm his correctness concerning Heero Yuy.
Heero continued his oral manipulations until Eric cursed and begged for release. One final pitiful groan triggered an incapacitating climax.
The whimpering mortal went limp and surrendered his soul.
Intense blue orbs shimmering like reflective cat eyes, Heero slid forward to gaze at Eric's blank expression. "Now for my reward."
Positive the glamour was absolute Heero straddled the means to satisfy his ravenous hunger, cupped a hand under Eric's chin and tilted his head to the side.
The bite was swift and merciless. Convulsive jerks and strangled gurgles betrayed the fangs' contact. Ripping of flesh testified to the feeding frenzy.
Insatiable appetite spurred by gushing blood, the salty tang washed over canine incisors to pool in Heero's throat. Gulping as fast as the flow he fed without repentance or remorse.
Seconds before Eric was drained and his heart gave up its last beat Heero remembered Duo's warning of dire consequences should he drink the last dregs of cooling blood.
Sitting back Heero savored the coppery aftertaste caressing his tongue then released a sigh, not borne of effort but of satisfaction.
From his covert concealment Duo moved swiftly to his lover's side and pulled Heero close. "You did well, my love." he praised.
Duo licked over Heero's crimson-stained lips to share lingering traces. "Are you sated or do you still desire to hunt ahead of the sun?"
"I wish to hunt."
Duo eased back enough to see Heero's face and smiled. "Then we shall hunt together."
******
Neither Immortal regarded the gruesome vestiges of the sallow, half naked corpse embraced by icy death and sprawled atop faded green sheets.
"Always by my side." Duo promised his nocturnal partner.
"Always." vowed Heero.
Hand in hand, by gradual degrees, Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy were enshrouded in ebony cloaks. Bonded by the Dark Gift and their eternal love the shadow mist lovers floated away into the comforting darkness of midnight.
OWARI
Author's Notes: "Buona sera il mio amore" translates from Italian to "Good evening my love." "Je t'aime" translates from French to "I love you."
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