"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"
05.
Wingless
"This
is my kingdom come
This
is my kingdom come"
It
didn't take long for Heero to come back to demon's room. Duo, still
perched in the bench, his eyes flew wide with the door opening. They
looked to each other for a second and Duo nodded, reassuring his agreement
about the visitor.
The
lord smiled and entered, making room for Trowa, that insisted on coming
together, followed by Quatre. He closed the door and spun, ready for
made the introductions, but it felt like running against a wall of
tension. Not that he was expecting some warm reception, but the intensity
of that uncomfortable feeling was in a high degree of alarm. Confused,
he exchanged a look with Trowa, that was also aware of it. Both didn't
miss the surprised look transforming into something else. Deep dark
anger in Duo's case and an unreadable cold stone expression took place
of Quatre's amiably tender face. A chill ran down his spine, wondering
if he had made a wrong decision.
Realizing
now, he barely knew the blond man. What caused his mind to decide
to bring him here? It was a strange thought to felt that level of
trusting for... no reason at all. Where did that suddenly blind trust
come from? Was it just because his small frame and gentle manners?
These
doubts flew directly to the demon's senses, making his anger increase
immediately. "What. The. Hell?" The words came out dead
cold, slowly one at time, like he was trying to chew and bit his exasperation
inside. Heero gasped, getting lost in the middle of his own newfound
doubts and the obvious wrath in the purple eyes.
They
all froze still for a heartbeat. The humans trying to understand what
the problem was and failing. "Answer me!" Duo barked, raising
up forgetting about his weak broken leg. His glare fixed on the blond
one, yet the question was for the lord.
Trowa
made sure that he was between the demon and Quatre, not that he could
do anything if things became... difficult. He couldn't help but be
worried about the small blond healer. Not that the demon had been
kind with him before, but also it hadn't show such aggressiveness.
"He
is the healer. I thought..." Heero tried to explain even without
understand what.
"Are
you fucking kidding me?" Duo jerk himself to hold on to the wall,
clawing hard enough to crack the rocks there, trying to keep his balance
standing up, refusing a break for the sharp pain on his leg.
"Quatre...
his name is Quatre, I..." Heero couldn't process what was going
on, and just tried to reach the demon, maybe he could ensure that...
"Don't
bullshit me," he said, for a minute turning to face the lord,
his face showing all the deception and betrayal that he was feeling.
Heero flinched, retracting his hand. Duo turned back to the blond
"What the hell is your interest in me, you motherless bastard?"
"I
have none," the answer was straight, sharp, a bit haughty, "I
was just asked to look at some demon wounds..."
"Fuck
you! You agreed with that... knowing that there was nothing you could
done for ... What is your interest in me?" Furious was too small
a word for the way the demon was in that moment. If he could move
he would have already decked that small blond piece of shit. But then,
if he could move, he wouldn't be in this situation anyway.
"I
told you: I. Have. None." The blond was wicked pissed for other
reasons. He knew where this conversation would lead, and he wasn't
happy about it. He had agreed with it thinking about some sort of
regular demon, not this... But now there wasn't a way to turn back.
"I came to help a lord, a human lord that was in need of a healer.
I didn't know a thing about demon stuff in the first place. And, for
sure, if I had any clue about... well, you, I wouldn't have."
"Bullshit!"
Duo snapped and repeated in anger. "Bullshit, you liar!"
"Like
I could lie, asshole!" Quatre growled, implicitly saying a bit
more that he wanted.
They
all shut up. The room suddenly too big, the tension, however, hadn't
dimmed down. Duo made a big effort to calm down. Yeah, maybe he knew
that the other wasn't able to lie, but he damn well knew how he should
master the art to distort the true. The obvious way he was hiding,
trying to pass by as human, was just one proof of that.
"So..."
he turned to Heero, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes, "What
were you expecting
bringing this trash here?"
"What?
No..." Heero still didn't understand what was happening.
Did they know each other? How could it be? "Tell me what the
problem is, please..." He was near enough, and one hand
of the demon grabbed his arm pulling him even nearer.
Duo
supported himself, his anger surpassing the pain to stand. His other
hand left the wall pulling on Heero's shirt collar, to see the neck
without the bruises and cuts that his claws had done the day before.
"Liar! You will tell me that you didn't know?" he accused
shoving the sleeve up, finding the wrist's holes healed, just two
rounded white scars remained. He didn't give time for Heero say anything;
he didn't want to hear any excuses. "He healed those for you,
didn't he?"
"Yes..."
he said very carefully, choosing the right words to not irritate the
demon even more. "It was him. I never saw anything like that
before... but I heard he is powerful... it was for that I..."
Duo
laughed out loud sarcastically. "You can't be that naive to think
that a simple human can do that level of healing!"
"He
used a fluid, it was in a bottle! It isn't like he had use his hands
or some kind of power. I can't understand what you..." Heero
tried to gather some more information, but the demon just finally
lost his temper and grabbed the lord's neck "Fuck that! What
the hell you want from me anyway?"
Trowa
jumped with the strong reaction, his hand looking for his knife more
from instinct than to think that he could do something if it was needed.
Better believe in the demon's previous promise to not hurt his lord.
"I
just... wanted to help..." Heero stuttered the words fighting
to get some air. He held the demon's arm with both of his hands trying
for some release on the grip. There were hate and disbelief inside
those purple eyes and he had no clue about was happening, or what
to do to get the situation some control back.
Duo
pulled him near, making him stumble in his direction without releasing
his grip, intently staring, searching for something.
"You
know he isn't lying..." Quatre's detached voice said. Even
a bit irritated, he did not flinch once because of the demon's exacerbated
reactions. He knew that maybe the man wasn't being true enough about
his intentions, but if there was any lie, it was a first for himself,
once he yet didn't admit what he was feeling, and it was very clear
to the demon and also to Quatre.
"Duo..."
Heero whispered the name as quietly as he could, afraid that the others
could hear. However, he was counting on that intimacy to calm him
down. "Please... what's this about?"
Duo
felt the strong confusion, just then, he noticed the spell on the
blond, knowing that neither of the fool humans could have known what
he truly was.
"Fool,
he is a fucking angel... he will help no one besides himself."
Then
he released the lord. The smell of blood, the result of his claws
scratching the man's neck again, upsetting him most. The man probably
truly didn't know, and he had let himself be caught up by personal
hate.
Heero
stumbled back seeking for air desperately, his throat on fire. He
fought to not fall on his own knees. "Believe me... just
wanted to help..." his voice came ragged, almost not loud
enough for the demon hearing it.
"Is
this true?" It was Trowa who broke the silence. Quatre's eyes
smoothed when he looked to him, abandoning that stolid expression
that he had assumed since he had seen Duo. He just nodded.
"How
come...?"
"Wings?"
he groaned incapable of running away from that. He didn't expect to
answer these questions so soon. However, he also didn't expect to
find this kind of mixed creature; he was not even able to feel the
presence. "Lost. Long ago..." He adjusted his long coat,
and positioned himself against the sunlight coming from the windows,
his shadow showing the form of two big wings slowly unfolding.
Heero's
blue eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe. What were the odds?
His brain vaguely registering the form of the wings completely unfolded.
They seemed to be structured as same as common birds, pointing almost
straight up with feathers tips rounded. Not as long and sharp as Duo's
feathers that were much longer on the edges.
"Why...?"
Trowa was more drawn to understand it because he felt such strange
feelings for that one. He felt like there was something bonding them,
but how could it be, something between him and an angel, a wingless
angel?
"I
just came following the flux..." Quatre shrugged. "I
didn't expect find you, though I hoped. I was always hoping..."
Trowa open his mouth completely overwhelmed, but the angel turned
to the demon, eyes becoming cold again "This... I didn't expect
to find."
"Fuck
you!" Duo barked, withdrawing a bit to the wall, really feeling
the pain. "So what? You will tell me that you have some relation
with this man, how convenient... maybe something about this thing
around him..."
"What?"
Quatre was truly surprised. "You can see it...?"
Duo
straightened his eyes. "Obviously I can..."
"Not
that obvious..." the blond snapped back annoyed and puzzled,
"Because I can't see myself. I just know it's
there." There was a heavy silence. "What were you?"
"Get
the hell out of here already, you son-of-a-bitch. If you have no interest
in me that's any of your business."
Quatre
glared, maintaining his face cold and rigid to turn and get out resolutely,
his footsteps resonating loudly through the hallway. Trowa quickly
glanced to Heero, but not really waiting for some signal, following
the blond right away.
With
them, the anger left the room. Heero was only glad that Chang wasn't
there. The messy situation could be a lot of worse if he was. He looked
to the demon still holding a hand on the wall, trembling in pain.
"Can
you calm the hell down now?" Maybe not the best choice of words,
he realized right then when the purple eyes looked at him with betrayal
written all over. "Duo..." he whispered cautiously,
"please, let me help you... your leg is bleeding."
His stretched hand was shoved by the demon.
"Tell
me Heero, why?"
The
lord lowered his eyes, incapable of staring at those beautiful eyes
with their slight weariness and pain. He wanted to help, wanted to
make him feel better, he wanted...
"I
should go..." the demon blurted suddenly.
"Duo
please..." What? How he could ask for him stay. "Your
leg, let me help you..." he stepped near, casting a glance
at that purple depth.
The
demon allowed him to reach for his left side to support him. Using
the advantage of the proximity he said, with a soft voice, but very
serious, "This has already gone way too far... I really
need to leave, Heero."
Heero
felt completely useless, there was nothing that he could do or say
to such a straight face. "Ok... Just... please, let
me take care of your wounds, change those bandages... after this,
I will find clothes and new armor for you. Please, allow me..."
Their
eyes met for an instant, Duo didn't need to look into the blue ones
to know what the other was feeling, it was already very clear to all.
He should discourage it, he really should. Still, he was damned by
his own need, being the object of those sort of feelings. His heart
was aching for just bit of caring, of gentleness.
He
sat on the bed, accommodating his broken leg under a pillow and making
room for the man. Even knowing that once he had his scythe back this
wouldn't matter anymore, he let the other aid him, he wanted be cared
for.
In
silence, Heero brought the medical things from the bathroom and started
to cut the dirty bandages off. The wound was considerably clean, looking
much better than two days ago when he had wrapped it. No sound or
shivering came from demon when he redid the bandaging, wrapping it
tightly.
Duo
let his fingers find Heero's wrist, holding it loose and caressing
the skin, feeling the healed holes there. "In a bottle..."
he whispered almost to himself remembering what Heero had said with
a little smile. That was a smart idea.
Heero
had a small smile, discreetly enjoying the caress. He was also curious,
"It shone in a soft blue light. I've never seen something like
that. You know what it is?"
Duo
looked at him again. With a cocky glint in his eyes, he said very
deliberately, "Yes, I know," and stopped at that, daring
Heero to insist on the question.
The
lord, despite his curiosity, didn't ask, instead, "I'm sorry,
if I had any clue... I..."
"I
know..." Duo answered calmly. He truly knew it. Letting
his gaze float to the window, "There is nothing that he can do
for me."
"I'm
sorry. I don't know why... I'm not that careless, I just...
just... trust him... even though I don't know why."
"It's
not your fault..." Duo murmured, his thumb instinctively
drawing circles on the other's wrist. "Angels had that kind of
power over full blood humans. It's called 'blinding', makes you just
trust them and believe in anything they say..."
"I'm
sorry," he repeated, chewing on that revelation. Between a lot
of other things, he was more and more aware of how little they truly
knew about the other beings that exist in the world. He just wanted
to continue that talk, even if it was a bit vague. Also, he wouldn't
dare move a muscle, while the demon was still holding and caressing
his wrist absently. "I didn't think it was possible to hide wings
that way..."
"It's
not," Duo answered, his eyes were blinking sleepily and he had
an amused smile, making Heero wonder about the difference between
that restful face and the angery twisted one just a bit before. "No
winged being can hide them. Or even the other main physical characteristics,
like claws, fangs or horns. That is one of the world's rules to protect
you. Humans are easily deceived."
"So,
how?"
"Even
if he is trying to hide his true identity, using a spell to mask his
'ethereal beauty' and other basic tricks for the other things... he
couldn't hide his wings. He really may have lost them, like he said."
"And
about the shadows?"
Duo
tilted his head and leaned a bit, bracing his body on the mattress.
He was really tired, but also finding a funny need to explain such
basic things. Well, humans didn't have much of this kind of information
anyway, most of their archives were just about the ordinary demons.
The rest, angels, dragons and high-level demons, were just like legends
for them. "Angel shadows show the true form of their souls. So,
even physically wingless, his soul didn't change, he is still the
same kind of angel." [6]
"You
hate all angels...?" In the mix of all that new information,
Heero did not know why his next question was just one that could irritate
the demon and put an end at the conversation.
Though
a sparkle of annoyance did show in his eyes, it quickly disappeared,
returning the amusement, for that the lord was grateful. "I'm
a demon. Shouldn't this be obvious...?"
"You
think he lost his wings to hide from something...?" Heero
asked, while trying to hide the blush in his cheeks, caused by Duo's
full lips curled in a mischievous smile.
Duo
shrugged, "Doubt it... Losing your wings to hide seems to
be too much..." he said bluntly, his eyes closing for a
longer moment.
The
lord took some moment to admire the beautiful face, relaxed with the
eyes closed, seriously considering what he wanted asked. The tone
in the last answer implicating more behind the words "Duo...
are you hiding from somebody?"
The
demon didn't open his eyes, but let his body lean all the way on the
mattress. Tired and sad, he even tried to avoid the question. "Always..."
he whispered "I'm always running and hiding..."
They
continued in a comfortable silence. Duo's hand was just resting over
the lord's one. Heero didn't know if he was catnapping or lost in
inner thoughts. He slowly moved his hand to brush the long bangs away
from his eyes. The peaceful moment reminding him that he promised
to help gather things for the other's departure; he didn't want to
let him go. He lightly touched the other's face, and the demon slightly
turned his head to lean in to the touch, the moment of tenderness
making Heero want to dare kiss those lips again.
"Duo...
we should look at the wing too..." he whispered bracing
himself, knowing that he would refuse.
"Too
tired..." The answer came muffled when he buried his head against
the sheets.
"Sleep
then..." Heero said with an affectionate, yet sad, smile.
"I will help you with whatever you need, when you awake..."
his hand sliding over the soft hair.
Duo's
eyelids opened just a little, considering the proposal. Even though
he was really tired and his leg was aching quite a lot, he took a
moment to try to scrutinize the other's feelings; he had a lot of
conflicting feelings inside himself. His eyes opened a bit more when
the other's hand moved smoothly to his braid.
"You
like it like this?"
Both
eyes were on the chestnut entwined locks that were becoming loose
since they hadn't been tied.
Duo
nodded, taking it from the lord's hands, "Long ago I used to
wear it like this for a while..." his voice was as sleepy
as it was nostalgic.
"Why
did you stop?"
He
shrugged, letting go of the braid and closing his eyes again. "Just
too much work... this length of hair is a lot of work..."
"So,
why keep it so long?"
It
took a bit more time for the demon's answer, he was gathering for
some comfort to sleep with his injuries. "I just let it be...
the way my brother used to like..."
Heero
let his body lean side ways, facing the demon's sleeping beautiful
face. He wanted to know, to do so many things; mend, help, make the
other feel better. He didn't need his commanders to say that he was
fascinated for the creature. He saw a small frowning, the fidgeting
showing that the other wasn't finding a position comfortable enough.
He was caught by surprise, when the strong hand grabbed his shirt,
pulling him near.
Duo
buried his face on the lord's chest, finally finding a better way
to accommodate himself. There was nothing that he could say to explain
that... behavior, the truth that he was willing to have some
body comfort. He was needy from the warmth, of have someone caring
about him. It was probably that the prolonged helpless status was
making this needy side come out of the box where it had been buried
deep long ago. Duo didn't want to think about it now. The fast beating
of the human heart, the fighting to get control over the breathing,
amusing him a bit more, he felt sheltered in some way.
He
let go, stopped wondering why he was feeling that way. The tentative,
almost shy, arm circling him, bringing him near for accommodated his
aching leg better, making him want to rest a bit. He just needed to
feel that way again, just a little bit... loved. That warm, soft feeling
mixed with the disturbing encounter with the angel before, brought
to him a dream with very clear blue eyes in a face framed by long
clear hair. "Solo" was the almost inaudible whisper that
came out his lips when he slid to deep sleep, grabbing and holding
tightly to Heero's body.
(...)
Once
out of there, Quatre walked quickly crossing the hall toward his own
room. He was well aware of the steps hot on his heels. He bit his
bottom lip irritated, knowing that he would face a rain of confusing
questions, with no way to avoid them. He just would like to have had
some more time; never before had he been in a situation when things
turned like that so fast.
In
a childish moment he wanted to get in his room and close the door,
but Trowa's longs legs allowed him to reach the door, holding it open
before Quatre could.
"What?"
the voice came a little irritated, very different from the gentle
tone that the blond had been using with the man before.
Trowa
didn't answer, with a hand firmly securing the door partially open,
he just stared at the other with his green eyes, making Quatre hesitate,
incapable of keeping his anger.
He
walked silently inside the room locking the door behind him. He couldn't
order his thoughts enough and the two of them just stared at each
other for a moment incapable of starting the conversation.
"Ask!"
"Not
sure what..."
The
blond just blinked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, blocking
the confusing feeling coming from the man. He needed to put his mind
at ease to be able to lead the conversation the way he wanted, the
way he needed.
"Why
did you come here?"
The
angel rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I didn't have any ulterior motive...
I already told you, I didn't know about... that creature, and
now I still have no intentions concerning it..."
"Creature..."
Trowa mumbled to himself. "It was really pissed to see you...
by any chance did you two knew each other?" Quatre rolled his
eyes in annoyance and shook his head in a negative. "But you
know what it is?"
"Not
quite totally. He is a shinigami now... you can say he is a splice,
a hybrid being."
"Meaning?"
"He
was something else before turning into a shinigami."
"Maybe
an angel like you...?"
He
snorted, not really in the mood to talk about that other being. Whatever
it is or had been, it was really none of his business; changes like
that weren't good things no matter how you look at it, better stay
as far as possible. Furthermore, the fact of it being able to see
the 'ring' around
Trowa, made him sure of one thing: "Not like me, yet probably
an angel."
Trowa
was no fool, he could see that the other wasn't telling everything,
but for now, there were other things in his mind that were in need
of clarifying, even if just a bit. "Quatre is really your name?"
The
blond smirked. "It's my name among the humans, not my birth name."
"Will
you tell me it?"
"I
can tell you, but I would rather you remember it."
"Remember?"
Quatre's
heart swayed slightly seeing the total confusion in those intense
eyes, they were still questioning his reasons to be there, and he
was very weak for them. He took off his long coat tossing it in a
chair, "I've been looking for a long time... I went where
life leads me. Finally the right path, after so long, I could finally
find what I've been looking for."
"And
it's... on me?" Trowa asked not sure if he was following things
correctly.
"On
you...?" the angel asked with a doubtful gleam in his eyes.
"Early
this morning, when I first stood face-to-face with the demon...
he seemed to have doubts about my humanity..." Trowa tried
recall the exact details. "And then, just now, you two argued
about... something around me." He paused staring at the
clear blue eyes deeply "Something that you can't see, yet know
is... here."
"It's
not about what was around you..." Quatre walked straight toward
the other, placing his hand covered with a white glove in the middle
of Trowa's chest saying, "I was looking for you, Trowa Barton".
"You
said we hadn't met before."
"I
said I've never met Trowa Barton before and this is true."
"What
that supposed to mean?"
"I
would rather take time to explain some things for you, Trowa. It will
be quite overwhelming. When we first met your name was Triton, Triton
Bloom."
Overwhelming?
Much more than that for sure. Trowa was sure that the angel should
be confusing him with someone else. He never changed his name, he
remembered pretty well his entire life. That conversation couldn't
be right. But on the other hand, the things that he was feeling...
just to be near the other made his mind, his body, his heart throb.
He needed an explanation, really needed it.
"Soon
you will remember, try not to think too much for now..."
With the intent to avert Trowa's attention off those thoughts, he
took off his gloves, showing small and delicate hands with white claws.
They weren't long and sharp because they had been cut and sanded.
"To be able to live among humans, passing unnoticed, I needed
to hide a lot of things." He let his fingers tracing the biceps
curve on the muscular arm, skin touching skin, an electrical current
making both shiver.
"So,
you found me. What will happen now?"
The
blond smiled kindly, his hand shifting from the arm to the strong
shoulder. He lifted his head to look straight in the green eyes. "Doesn't
matter to me, stay or leave, whatever you want. Since we are together,
any place is the right place, any time is the right time."
"What...
what are you saying?"
The
angel moistened his pink lips, "Very deep inside, you do know,
don't you?" His hands slid down the firm chest, fingers sneaking
beneath the fabric of Trowa's shirt to touch the hard ribbed muscles,
"Can't you feel?"
Trowa
closed his eyes letting the blissful sensation spread all over his
body, just by feeling the other's skin. "Yet, I don't know what
it means."
"You
don't need to, stop trying, you will remember..." the angel
cupped the human face, slowly led him to lean in the direction of
his lips. It was only a light brush, but both felt a very strong connection
between them, resonating inside their souls.
"God,
I missed you..." the blond whispered, his wet eyes brightening
with the blue light inside his tears.
"I
can't quite comprehend..." Trowa said with a hint of panic
showing in his voice. He was overwhelmed by all the feelings, incapable
to deny them and, also, incapable to bear them.
"It's
all right, don't think that much... I'm here, I found you..."
"It's
too much, you're hiding too much... Even you, you're hiding yourself,
aren't you?"
"My
angel beauty? Yes, with a spell..."
"At
least... can I see you?" Trowa let his long fingers stroke
the pale delicate face, intoxicated by the sort of homecoming feeling.
The
angel still smiled tenderly, his fingers leaving the other's body
to search for the laces of his own shirt. He took it off and used
one of his claws to do a long scratch along his right wrist. There
was no blood on the cut, just a soft aquamarine light shone. Immediately
a white seal in the form a bracelet appeared around his wrist; it
was the most intricate mixing of symbols that the human had ever seen[7].
Quatre whispered some words in a language that no human could comprehend,
and it broke, vanishing in the air.
At
the hand and arm junction appeared, encasing the pale skin, two topaz
jewelry, forming open wings, between them, an obsidian one formed
a small shield. Trowa's eyes were fixed on it, his finger tips moving
by themselves to touch the delicate jewelry. Underneath it appeared
some unknown letters, just slightly darker than the skin color; the
birthmarks that it was known that every angel had.
It
was Quatre's true name written in the angel's language.
When
Trowa finally lifted his eyes to find the angel's face what he saw
as quite shocking. Quatre still the same, but also different. There
was no way, no words on Earth that allowed him to describe what changed.
It was the same small sweet frame, the short golden hair, the long
bangs hiding a bit of those clear blue eyes, the soft pink delicate
lips. Yet, now he also was almost surreal, ethereal and devastatingly
beautiful.
Quatre
found amusement in the surprised wide green eyes and the agape mouth.
He very gently reached, pulling the tall man down to kiss him again.
Trowa was far too lost to not let himself be led. Their mouths touched
lightly, the angel's lips were cold now. He didn't remember noticing
warmth before, but they also didn't feel cold.
They
sought each other's lips, tongues tangling, deepening the kiss. Trowa
savored the different sensation, to feel the cold inside the angel's
mouth. Quatre grabbed the waistband of the other shirt, tugging it
over his head almost desperately; the touch, Trowa's smell and taste
after so long making him out of control himself.
Trowa
let himself be embraced tightly, his hands groping the angel's back,
finding a prominent pair of scars right behind the scapula. He glanced
over the shoulder to see them, rounded in the center with two long
slices on the column line, it looked like it had been painful.
"Your
wings...?"
"Cut
and stripped..." the angel said softly. "I lost them
very long ago, for a very good reason," he caressed the tall
face shoving his long bangs off the green eyes. "I don't regret
it. Every time I found you... made it worth it, I don't regret
it at all. Don't want to talk about this, everything I want now is
you..." The angel gathered Trowa near him, grounding their
bodies together. The bond between was too strong.
Trowa
surprised himself being so strongly aroused. He let himself be pushed
toward the bed with not exactly delicate hands undoing his pants'
laces. His short-circuited brain just being able to react by instinct,
quite more passively that he ever expected. His bare body fell on
the soft bed after his shoes were kicked off; the feeling of cold
lips kissing and licking him hungrily, sliding across the neck, biting
his Adam's apple, made his desire blaze. He even noticed the angel
undressing.
The
angel's touches were so needy and possessive, almost a bit harsh,
spreading his long muscular legs open and crawling between them.
"I...
I don't know... maybe we should..."
"Stop
thinking... try just feeling... does this feel like an unfamiliar
sensation to you?"
He
lifted a leg, biting the inner thigh, the toned skin being lightly
marked. Trowa shivered, incapable of denying that his whole body was
trembling, wanting the touches. That wasn't just the physical reaction
to that killing seduction, it was more... deep inside, he knew it;
that feeling of home, of right, seemed just right being with that
celestial being.
Quatre
stopped just a second, both of hands cupping Trowa's face looking
directly in his green, clouded by desire, eyes, "God...
I love you so much..." He kissed him tenderly almost reverently,
in a way that made the human think the roles were inverted there;
after all, the other was the divine one.
The
thought was just washed away when his lips slid across his jaw, crossing
his chest and causing a shiver of arousal, feeling the moistening
cold find its way down, his knees bending up instinctively to give
a better access for the angel's tongue.
His
head was thrown back, his knuckles white grabbing the sheets. Trowa
wanted him, wanted to be filled by the angel, wanted to feel complete,
wanted to remember, to be able to find things about himself, about
both of them. Somehow he knew that theirs souls were tangled, bound
by the exquisite feel of love. With a moan echoing in the room, he
voiced in a last attempt:
"What
were we?"
One
last question before his rationality was razed by the angel's touches
inside him. He just let himself be drowned in the storm of feelings
and desire when the answer came in a whisper full of emotion:
"Soulmates...
we are soulmates."
"I
can't escape this now"
(TBC...)
Notes:
[6] This
thing about the wing's shadows was inspired in the Supernatural series.
[7] This
seal is similar at the one in Crimson Spell, that the demon inside
Val have in his wrist (it appears there in the chapter 8, volume 2)
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That Quatre x Trowa scene, definitely wasn't in the plot, but it popped
out and I decided to let it be. The reason the scene was that big
is because Sak.
Hokuto-chan thinks
their background story was such a interesting thing and keeps bombing
me with questions all about it.
Yet, upset me a little that this lime came before the main couple...
:(
I hope, at least, that you enjoyed it. They were a background pairing
and I don't have the intention to write much about them.
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Finally things began to unroll, starting the physical action (Lemon
2x1 next chapter! ^_^)
(However, it will take some more, three or four chapters, until the
other physical actions, like fights and things like that).
#
Thanks for the reviews, they help me a lot too, especially because
of blockage.
#
Of course, thanks a lot to Cylina
Nightshade,
for the revision and all help with the english. ^_^
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