"Where My Demons
Hide"
Written By: Diana
Lua
Disclaimer: I don't own
Gundam Wing and I don't make any money with this. It's just a work
for fans and for fun.
Pairings: 1x2x1, 13x5; Background
pairing: 4x3x4, Solox2, 6+2, 9+6, H+2, R+1, S+5 and maybe more…
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, SLASH,
NC-17, alternating POVs; - Mainly a romance, drama with lots of angst
and some action;
- Time: some fictional medieval
age, nearly the 10th century (without technology nor gundams);
- Place: Earth with fictional context (not really caring about the
real History);
- Supernatural contents (demons, angels and dragons).
- Some magic like seals, curses and spells (the 'Crimson Spell' kind,
nothing like 'Harry Potter' things);
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Being captivated
by a strong and devastatingly beautiful demon, that was captured very
wounded, was just the start of the changes in Lord Heero Yuy's life.
The implications of relating with the creature were as dangerous and
revealing about things in the world that he had never before dreamed.
"Where
My Demons Hide"
03.
Blood (continuation)
(...)
Some
distant shouting woke me up. My eyes were heavy and my body numb;
I wanted to just ignore it. With an arm around my waist and something
soft and tender covering my back, I was feeling warm and comfortable.
Yes,
I really should ignore the shouts. However, there also was a sound,
like a snarl, rumbling over my ears.
"You
beast, answer me! What you did with him?" Chang's voice was shouting.
There
was no answer, yet, again, the snarl, followed by a tightening of
the hold around my waist. I made a big effort to open my eyes a little;
it was dark in the room and I found myself laying over the demon's
body, his good wing covering me. I might be ashamed if I wasn't so
dizzy.
The
glimpse of torchlight reflecting off the sword was what made me fully
awaken. Because that sword was pointed at the demon's neck, very near
my own head.
"If
you don't answer me I will cut off your head... like Heero should
have done."
I
tried to move myself, feeling a big weakness in my entire body. The
hold became a grip on my waist to support me; the wing moved a little
letting more of that yellow firelight come to my vision.
"Put
down the sword, Chang..." my voice was surprisingly steady.
"Heero!"
he shouted, making a movement toward me. But he stepped back, refusing
to fully lower the sword when the demon hissed at him, showing white
sharp teeth. That reminded me why I was there, I probably had passed
out after the bite.
Before
the relief, there was a kind of surprise for me to still be alive.
So, I was right and he chose not to drink me dry. I managed to raise
my head a little to look at him. He looked a lot better, not trembling
or sweating anymore, his body still just warm, not feverish. His eyes
had a sharp focus, without wandering, looking straight to whom was
threatening him.
I
had slept on the left side of his bare chest, my legs straddling one
of his, his wing covering all of me. The feeling of the feathers on
my back was amazing, gentle and snug. I made no effort to get out
of that suggestive position.
"How
are you feeling?" I asked and heard a choke, not from him.
"You
need rest. Food and rest..." he didn't really answer my
question, or looked at me.
"Heero!
What the fuck...?"
I
wanted to ignore it, but knowing him like I did, he wouldn't let me.
Full
of regret, I slowly tried to sit. The demon's arm lost the grip on
my waist and grabbed onto my arm to help steady me. We were a little
ways from his blood pool, he probably moved us out of the mess, though
that did nothing for the dirt on our bodies and clothes.
"You
idiot! I knew I shouldn't have gone. Are you hurt?" Chang reached
to grab my left wrist to pull me up and I slapped him away with a
pained groan. He insisted, taking and turning my wrist to see a big
spot of stale blood. "Shit!"
"It's
nothing. I'm ok. Only a bit weak."
"You
are everything but okay..." He grabbed my shoulder, helping
me stand up, since I couldn't do it myself. The demon watched in complete
silence; he folded his wing taking it out of our way. I immediately
missed the warmth of his skin and the feathers' texture. I didn't
really want to leave his side.
"You
are a mess..." Wufei took my weight on his shoulder, supporting
me by my right arm. He was looking all over me, checking for others
injuries.
Chang
was pushing me through the bedroom, toward the door, but I couldn't
go. There was a longing to stay with the demon. I stopped walking
and reached to get a hold of the bed's footboard, letting my body
fall on the mattress.
"What
now, Yuy?" Chang asked, upset and impatient.
"I
will sleep here..." I knew that was not enough to satisfy
him, so I added, "... don't think I can walk all the way back
to my own room."
"I
will find someone to help me carry you."
"No!
I'm ok. Just a couple hours to dawn, I will be fine here. You go rest
too."
"Yuy,
what did it do to you? You are not coherent."
"He
did nothing. I offered my blood, that was all..." I probably
should've stayed quiet, he looked at me, wide black eyes and mouth
open. I knew he was very angry by the frown between his eyebrows.
It took some time for him to find his voice.
"When
did IT become HE?"
"Enough
already." I laid down, trying to find some comfortable position,
wanting to sleep right away. "You find the healer?"
"Yes..."
"So
we will talk after breakfast. Lock the door when you leave."
I
heard him curse in Chinese before he stepped away slamming the door.
I was sure he would bother me more later. For now, I just wished he
had never come. I would have rather stayed where I was before, but
there was no excuse to be back there.
(...)
When
I woke again, I was feeling like I had been trampled by a horse. I
slept on my arm that was now completely numb. My whole body was a
bit strange, my head was pounding hard when the daylight reached my
eyes.
I
rolled over to find the demon's head leaning on the mattress edge.
He was sitting on the floor, that same way as before: keeping his
weight off the right side. Which showed me he wasn't yet healed from
the fractures. But he looked a lot better, with eyes closed and face
relaxed.
For
a moment I turned my sight to my wrist, seeing two holes perfectly
rounded, precise and clean. The surrounding skin was a little dark,
bruised. I immediately remembered how aroused I felt, the hunger and
need. Even in my strange dreams I imagined that was the way people
felt when demons drank their life. Maybe it was a bizarre last gift,
the pleasure of death.
"It's
so the blood don't clot..."
That
startled me and I found the demon's eyes open, looking at me. Maybe
it was a coincidence, he saw me looking at the bite mark, but it was
strange that he answered just what I was thinking. Made me wonder,
again, if he was capable of reading minds.
"...
while we drink. It makes humans feel... hot."
Hot
wasn't the right word, what I felt, was more than just hot. The softness
of his lips floating in my memory. I wanted to ask if he didn't kiss
me back because he didn't want to or because my kiss was just a reflex
of his biting. Should I say sorry for the kiss? Reflex or not, I certainly
wasn't sorry about it.
"Thanks..."
was all I said. For letting me live. For trusting me. For...
letting me kiss you. "How are you feeling now?"
He
looked away, instinctively shifting uncomfortably.
"Why
are you still so wounded?" Clearly the fractures and other injuries
weren't healed.
"I
took barely enough to get rid of the poison..." he said
and looked back at me with a smirk, showing his tongue tip. "You
humans are very fragile."
I
didn't take it personally. It's true if you compare us with him. Angels
or high level demons could kill tons of humans easily.
"Thanks..."
I repeated.
He
looked quite surprised, losing the playful mask and blinking at me.
It was very hard to understand what he's thinking. He lowered his
eyes, twisting his own fingers anxiously.
"Duo."
The
whisper was so low, that I wasn't sure what it was or if I heard right.
"Duo... ?"
He
looked at me, and I could tell he was a little embarrassed. And this
made me figure out that he had said was his name. I couldn't not smile
at him. Finally I had a way to address him, yet... "It's not
your true name."
"It's
the only name that means something to me."
Maybe
it wasn't his birth name, but I was satisfied already. This little
piece of information made me want to know more about him. What could
have happened to him that he didn't even keep his angel name, his
birth name.
Suddenly
he straightened his body uncomfortably, surely he would stand up if
it was possible. "What do you want from me?" his voice was
rough, a little hurt.
"I
want help..."
"No
help comes without a price..." He said with a frown, looking
straight at me, like he was trying to read something. I've never heard
about any creature that could read other's thoughts, but the sensation
that that was what he was doing was very strong.
"I...
I don't know..." I muttered. I didn't know what I did wrong,
but I didn't like his change of mood; he was relaxed and calm minutes
ago.
"You
should know. I thought you were stalling to discover a way to kill
me... but..."
His
intense purple-blue eyes stared straight into me. I took the chance
to assure him. "The moment I set eyes on you, it no longer entered
my thoughts." Truth. I couldn't lie to eyes like that. I hadn't
any reason to anyway.
"Why
not? You are a demon hunter, aren't you?"
"I...
yes I am. I need to keep my people safe."
"So...
why not kill me? Why take care of me? Why give your life essence to
aid me? Why do you... care?" the last sentence came as a
whisper. I confess I was more interested in his face, once he laid
his head again on the mattress. His straight face with those demanding
exotic eyes trying to see through me. Besides, I'm not sure about
the answers to those questions. I just felt... bound to him since
I saw the first brightening of his eyes.
"Because
I..." I tried, wishing he could read my mind in that moment,
yet, maybe my thoughts were too messy to be read "... thought
you are a fallen angel..."
He
looked like he didn't believe it at all, a sarcastic smile on his
lips accompanied by a brightening in his eyes.
"I'm
a demon. But, if I was... that thing, that only makes me a stronger
demon, dangerous and harder to kill. The fallen ones became demons
too. And I'm sure you know the angels are selfish bastards. You aren't
some of the fools that believe they are... good. So, what changes
if I was?"
I
had no answer. Of course I knew the cold, distant and selfish nature
of angels. If I didn't think he was a fallen angel, would that change
something about the way I felt?
Our
heads were very near lying on the white sheets. I looked to his pale,
smooth skin, the salient cheeks, the snub nose, those perfect lips
and of course, those big round and bright eyes. He was unimaginably
strong and yet, had a slender, subtle body. It was for his divine
beauty, that I thought he should be an angel, but it didn't matter
what he was, I would feel the same.
It
was just a brush of lips, when I moved my head toward the space between
us. He didn't shove off, but made no move to encourage me. He didn't
look surprised, his eyes lost that mischievous brightness and stilled,
just trying reading me.
"That
makes you a drop dead gorgeous demon too..."
His
eyes became wide, surprised and quite incredulous. "So is 'that'
what you want from me? Looks like too much trouble for just a fuck..."
Then
I was the one who was surprised. I hadn't thought so far... well,
maybe I had, but just because of that thing with his bite. "No..."
I back off and tried to sit, maybe too fast. I was weaker than I realized
and needed to hold on to the sheets to catch my balance. "It's
not about 'that'..." I faced him, feeling the dizziness, and
when I met his eyes, he was a bit angry.
"If
you say so... but what in the hell made you think I would let
you fuck me?"
Those
crude words shocked me. Of course I felt attracted to him, who wouldn't?
But that wasn't the reason I wanted to help him. At least, not all
of it. Behind his scrutinizing gaze I wished he could really read
my thoughts, because I had no words to answer that.
"Why
don't you fear me? All others feared..." the anger fading
a bit in his eyes.
"Besides
what you are, your actions... never gave me a reason to think
you would harm me. Should I fear you?"
He
looked toward the window again, his face gained a dark expression.
"I won't... harm you. But you truly should fear...
being near me."
His
voice was grievous, bangs covering his eyes. He didn't leave room
for me say anything. He closed that tiny gap that I thought I was
opening.
"You
might go eat and rest..."
"Yes
... I should..." For sure I was hungry, still...
"I
will be alright..." he cut my thoughts sharply.
"Is
there something that I can do for you?"
Duo
looked back at me, deeply, with clouded eyes just for an instant,
then he looked to the window, letting his head lay back on the mattress
again. "Is there?"
"You're
still too wounded... let me... Chang found a famous healer...
maybe he can help."
He
didn't look back at me, just laid there facing the sky through the
window.
"Then,
you will let me go?"
I
held my breath. He wants to go away? But he was still in pain, wounded,
with broken bones. I couldn't let him go. Not yet. I climbed out of
the bed, going toward the door like someone drunk. I grab the knob,
looking back to his figure stopped there. Before I closed the door
behind me, I said, "I will send someone to clean the bathroom
and bring hot water. A bath will make you feel better."
"Don't
want to let you down"
(TBC...)
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