"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"
06.
Feelings
(Heero's
POV)
"When
you feel my heat
Look
into my eyes
It's
where my demons hide
It's
where my demons hide"
"What
do you want from me?"
Was
what I heard as soon as I opened my eyes. I wasn't sure how much time
had passed; the daylight had faded and the room was dark and cold.
I hadn't slept much at all and my body had become stiff from staying
flat on my back; I hadn't moved an inch, afraid of disturbing Duo's
rest.
He
had been soundly asleep. I almost hadn't felt cold with his body very
tightly wrapped around me. He was all very warm, the broken leg placed
over my thigh, the other lying alongside mine, touching it from the
hip until the feet, one arm thrown across my chest, his own torso
was almost all over mine. Having him this way seemed like proof of
his trust in me, but he probably would strongly deny if it was pointed
out.
I
woke to find those purple eyes plainly, very near, looking straight
into me. He was on top of me, pillowing his chin on his cupped hands
in the middle of my chest. It took me more than a moment to try ordering
my thoughts enough to answer him.
"I...
'm sorry... for before..."
It
was the first thing that came to my mind. After what I had heard him
whispering during sleep, actually, the way he whispered, was very
difficult to get over my wounded pride and admit that I just wanted
to be near him, enjoy his proximity, his warmth.
"You've
already said that... more than once..."
He
seemed to be in such good mood, smiling mischievously with a devilish
glint in his eyes. Clearly showing me that he wasn't buying that answer
at all.
"There
is anything else that I can do for you?" I tried to move, but
he didn't let me; I could only just turn aside in an attempt to hide
some of the blushing in my face.
"You
tell me," he shot back, with a smart brightness in his face.
Like he knew about the scythe, more than that, he knew that I was
trying to hide it inside my thoughts. "I don't understand you...".
He kept staring intently at me, dipping his chin on his cupped hands
to get near, saying in a thick voice, "I need to be sure about
what you want from me..."
I
was staring back at him intently as well, not fully understanding
what he was asking me, not really ready to confess what I wanted.
He was so beautiful; my mind was in a blank loop, focused in his soft
full red lips. My fingers moved by themselves touching them, he was
just so near.
My
eyes find the rounded scars on my wrist and I wondered if that thing
in his bite could still be lingering in my blood.
His
eyes narrowed a bit, a fun sparkle dancing in it, and he showed a
sexy smile beneath my fingertips.
Apparently
not, but even if there were still some traces of it, it wouldn't be
enough to explain everything I had been feeling. He wouldn't make
this easier for me. He was in a really good mood and I had a feeling
that he was showing his personality for the first time: it was a little
impish. He probably was enjoying making me squirm.
"I..."
what? After all, what did I want? What was I feeling? I've told him
that this wasn't about sex. Sure I was very attracted to him, but
it was more than that.
"You...?"
He encouraged, licking his bottom lip and, very lightly, my thumb
that sat there. "What do you want from me... Heero?"
I
held my breath with the languid way he said my name. For sure he did
it on purpose, making a pause and smiling like that. He was so enticing
and I hardly needed to be seduced.
"I
don't know..." I tried babbling, knowing he would notice immediately
my lie. My brain still insisting on this and my heart wasn't ready
to admit, but my body... already knew what it wanted.
"Liar..."
he whispered after moving even closer over my chest, making me feel
the stirring of his breath against my lips and more of his weight
over me. My fingers sliding over the curve of his jaw, that, even
still bruised, was just perfect.
"I'm
not sure..."
His
smile grew a bit when he licked his bottom lip again, I felt his hot
breath warming my lips and I just forgot all about thinking. Who was
I trying to deceive? Not him for sure...
I
let my fingers slip to the back of his neck trying to pull him just
that little distance that allowed me to reach those lips that I wanted
so badly. Still, it seemed like he was provoking me; he didn't give
an inch, not allowing me to kiss him like he was daring me to declare
that I want.
"You
need to tell me Heero..." He insisted, his lips brushing mine.
Those amazing eyes locked on mine, his long eyelashes covering them
a bit. I wasn't sure, but there was something different, something
deep inside those eyes.
"You..."
I breathed in his mouth, "I want you..."
He
closed his eyes for a second, I felt him shiver hard. When he opened
them, his mischievous smile grew before finally letting me taste him.
His
lips were like velvet, warm and soft beneath my tongue's tip. He opened
his mouth letting me deepen the kiss, it was exquisite when I slid
my tongue inside to find his own tangling with mine. His passivity
didn't last long, vanishing with his hands cupping my face. He angled
me to devour my mouth, taking all the control. When his tongue, his
lips and teeth ravished my mouth, he slid his body over mine, his
leg going between mine, carefully pressing my groin. I panted with
the contact, vaguely noticing that he was being cautious about his
own injuries, and restrained my own will to rub against him.
He
kissed me until my lips were swollen and I was barely capable of breathing.
It was a tortuous, sexy and hot kiss, very different from that blurred
first one; I was even more aroused.
I
panted harder with his lips going down my neck, his hands finding
their way under my shirt, his claws ghosting on my skin making me
shiver and moan. I was burning with desire for him, and completely
surrendered.
A
distant corner of my mind remembered the anger when he insinuated
that I wanted to fuck him. I wasn't sure what had changed or, maybe,
I didn't want to know. Could it be just about the role, after all,
he was showing a very dominating behavior, leaving no doubt who would
be fucked here. And I didn't care at all, if he was offering this,
who was I to turn him down?
He
lifted his torso a bit, a little awkward trying not stress his broken
wing, to lift my shirt; I was finishing taking it off and was almost
stuck in it when I felt his mouth eagerly over my nipples. I gasped
in pleasure and manage to get rid of the fabric and sink my hand in
his hair; a long moan echoing on the walls.
He
warmed with his breath and lick, lightly biting, surprisingly careful
to not let his fangs puncture my skin. I bucked my hips up instinctively,
pressing my erection against his abs. Even though his skin was soft,
his muscles were like steel and it was almost painful.
My
eyes find a damn satisfied sexy smile on his face when he lifted his
head up to look at me. He looked like a predator enjoying his prey,
one hell of a beautiful predator.
His
fingers found the waistband of my pants, his tongue making a burning
trail down over my chest, with no specific path, just tracing the
curves of my own hard muscles. His eyes still locked on mine when
he pulled my pant's laces with his teeth. I had never seen such an
enticing expression in my life.
Yet,
he needed to sit down to be able to take off my pants and his own.
I
sat too, beside him, trying to sort some rational thoughts in my mind,
kissing open mouth against his shoulder, my hand touching the feathers
of his good wing. The warnings from my friends didn't matter; the
truth was that I wanted him. I wanted him since the first time I saw
his eyes, the sadness, the solitude, the pain inside, in that dark
dungeon. Still what I wanted was all of him, not just a quick fuck
with an exotic beautiful creature; I wanted to make him mine.
"Duo..."
my whispering was muffled by his heated skin, "... I've told
you, it's not about this..."
He
tilted his head graciously looking at me with clouded eyes, I felt
him grabbing hard at one of my thighs, the pressing of his claws walked
the line between just bruising and ripping my skin. "If you say
so..." He said with lips against mine. He bit the bottom
lip, sucking at it, "... but I can feel that your desire is strong..."
His hand suggestively going up, the claws brushing my inner thigh
making me shiver and moan, "...in more than one way." He
suddenly held my arousal and I threw my head back, completely incapable
of denying or refusing him.
He
twisted himself to face me, his mouth devouring mine. I saw him fidgeting
uncomfortably, a glimpse of pain showing in his eyes.
"Sorry...
maybe we shouldn- ..." I saw myself saying, even as I was
burning like hellfire for him. He was still too injured to have sex,
especially because he had given every sign that it would be a bit
wild.
He
didn't let me finish, probably as much aroused as me. "You don't
want to stop..." he declared, his voice husky against my
ear.
"I
don't..."
He
showed an outrageous smile when his hands found the sides of my waist
with a bone-cracking grip. A small reminder of how easily he could
kill me. He laughed at my thought, but instead of feeling offended
I was awed at hearing the sound for the first time.
And
then I found myself strongly pinned down on the mattress by his body.
Surprised,
it took me a moment to catch my breath back. His lips and tongue were
already desirously trailing the way down my chest, biting my hipbone
a bit hard. I thought I was going crazy when I felt his hand encircling
my arousal, the tip of his tongue playing with the head of it, tasting
the dripping liquid there. I lifted my head to look at him, just to
find that puckish glimpse in those purple eyes directed at me. He
very slowly and deliberated licked all my length and took me to the
hilt in his mouth.
He
ground my hips into the bed while sucking me, swallow my length deep
down and up in his mouth. I could only gasp for air grabbing his hair,
he made a much too exotic image.
He
released me from his mouth and lifted my legs, bending me to reach
my entrance with his tongue. The unrelenting touch of his hands, holding
my thighs, caressing my sack, the movement of his hot tongue licking
there made my whole body ache almost painfully. The sensation of him
sliding his tongue inside felt so great, even more with him stroking
me at the same time. I thought I couldn't be able to bear much more,
yet I had no brain cells left to form a single coherent word and voice
it.
Duo
rose up, his eyes clouded dark with desire, his lips even more tantalizingly
red and swollen. He ghosted his claws up against my chest, then reached
for my hand and pulled it to his lips; he sucked two, letting me see
his pink tongue dancing around them. He braced himself on his left
side and pulled me by my hand in his direction.
"Do
yourself..." I understood his invitation when he let go
of my fingers, wet and slick with his saliva.
I
shifted my body and took him in my mouth eagerly, feeling his tip
meet the back of my throat. I was hungry, yearning, and sucked him
hard, swirling my tongue, feeling him so hard and hot inside my mouth.
I reached for my entrance, using my fingers to stretch it. I used
two in a scissoring motion, then three fingers; maybe I could have
taken more time at it, but I didn't want to wait any longer. It was
needed since I wasn't usually on the receiving end, but I was already
at my limit; I just needed him too much.
I
moaned with him in my mouth, the vibration going through his flesh,
and he echoed it, deep, and grabbed my hair, pulling me back. "Ready..."
I said feeling the saliva sliding by the corner of my mouth.
If
his flushed hot expression hadn't told me that he was at his limit,
just as I was, the savage demanding kiss that he gave me did. Just
before he suddenly pushed me down, rolling me on my side and spooning
me.
His
left arm above my body circling my chest in a crushing embrace, the
other lifted my leg up, to give him better access. I just tried to
breathe and keep calm feeling his hardness pressing on me, trying
to relax and not worry. It was kind of late anyway to regret it, not
that I was regretting at all, I just was expecting some harsh sex.
Instead, his kindness shocked me.
He
pressed open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder; his tongue licking all
the way from my shoulder to my neck. That wildness vanished from him
while he waited for my opening to relax. He placed his mouth over
my jugular, feeling my heart rate. He used it to push inside and regulate
his small thrusts until he worked all his length inside me.
Spit
wasn't the best lube at all, even with him being careful it was still
a bit harsh and my heavy breathing became uneven. I was overwhelmed
by the conflicting feeling of discomfort and of being filled like
that. The initial hurting wasn't greater than the warmth that spread
all over my body, because the surprisingly gentle turn of his actions.
He covered my neck and ear with butterfly kisses, asking between them
in a whisper, "-'s okay?"
I
opened my mouth, but was incapable of finding my voice. I took a big
gasp of air, feeling all his manhood tightly burning inside me. His
hand came up from my chest to my chin, turning my face so he could
kiss me. He did it slowly, with open mouth, making me felt drunk on
him, dazzled with the passion in it. [8]
It
was broken with a wet sound when he slowly moved, a shallow thrust,
still waiting for me to adjust. His mouth near mine, his warm breath
touching my lips, a saliva line sliding down my mouth to my chin that
he stopped with his tongue. His eyes were half closed, pupils dilated
in desire. I strongly wished to be in another position, then I could
see him better, touch more of him.
He
tested his thrusting a bit deeper, intently looking at my reaction.
I grabbed his arm on my chest, turning to bury my face on the sheets,
moving my hips to meet his. The uncomfortable feeling was minimum,
compared to how great he felt. I was ready, I wanted him so damn much.
He landed feather kisses on my back and started moved with some rhythm.
Sliding in and out of me, deeper and harder, the movements were primal
and, yet, gentle. He was one hell of a strong demon, I just couldn't
believe how he could balance so well the gentleness with the ferocity
of his desire.
I
was sweating quite thoroughly, his skin on my back was so heated,
"So hot..." All of him quite near, burning me, inside
and out. He just grunted against my skin, the sound waves thundering
over my body. I fisted the sheets when he let my leg down, the arm
enfolding my stomach, the cold of the metal from that vambrace, that
he never took off, causing a shudder through me while he pulled me
harder against him.
His
thrusts became a bit desperate and frenzied. It was making me crazy,
I was drunk on pleasure, incapable of bearing all that he was offering
me. I just felt overwhelmed and worried that I probably wouldn't be
able to keep going much longer.
His
hand over my stomach, found its way down to my groin. And I threw
my head back crying out an unsteady groan when he grabbed my arousal.
I thought to say no to him, but the words died on my tongue. He was
panting against my shoulder, hot and wet lips. His hand was slippery
and he stroked me the same rhythm as his thrusts. His intoxicating
touch set fire to my veins.
Then
he was rising, moving his hips to pin me to the mattress, pressing
me down, going as deep as he could. I was sure that it gave him some
pain, but the thought vanished, because the change of angle sent me
to the stars and I forgot how to breathe. Everything went dark when
I fell over the edge crying his name shamelessly.
When
the world came back to axis, I felt myself completely wrapped by him.
I was so caught by the moment that I hadn't even noticed before, but
the damn hot feeling inside me left no doubt that he had climaxed
too. He languidly kissed my neck, sucking the skin and slightly biting
there. "Did I hurt you?"
I
thought to move, but my body lay boneless and all I could do was tilt
my head up until he could kiss me. "Of course not." I smiled
at him, meeting his sparkling eyes. He looked tired, but relaxed,
fighting against his heavy eyelashes. I was so full of joy that I
couldn't describe, just a small tip of regret about how quick that
had been. "Sorry... didn't last long..."
I
wanted... more. Wanted all of him, giving him comfort, pleasure;
everything he wanted, everything he needed. I didn't remember caring
so much about someone before.
He
laughed, the sound amazing me for the second time, and rubbed his
nose on my cheek saying slowly, like chosen words, "You are...
delicious..." I was sure that my face turned fifty shades of
red. He just kissed me again, slowly and passionately, open mouthed,
making me feel drunk and hungry for more of him. He didn't stop until
I was completely breathless.
Just
then he slid off me; the moistening in my inner thigh cooling quickly,
reminding me that we were in winter and all the heat in the room was
coming from his body. He moved away and I turned to face him, seeing
the frown when he moved his broken leg and the whimper of pain to
find a position that didn't put pressure on his right wing.
"Hurting....?"
He
shrugged. "Nothing more than I already was..." After this,
he looked at me, eyelashes giving a charming flutter, and just laid
besides me, using my legs to support his, and my chest to pillow his
head. That appeared to be the most comfortable position for him and
his injuries; it also was nice for letting me share his strong body
heat.
Duo
seemed to have a light on his face: he was flushed, relaxed and satisfied;
the sight making me feel triumphant.
"So,
I also couldn't manage to hold it long..." he said referring
to the injuries and, then, surprised me adding, "Besides, been
a long time..."
"Liar..."
He
seemed surprised at my immediate reply. I let my fingers shove his
bangs off and trace the lines of his strong heart shaped face. "You
are too beautiful to not have a long line of beings begging to be
fucked by you..."
His
eyes became wider. If he had red blood, he'd be sure to have a cute
blush now.
"Maybe
you forgot, but I live in hell..." I noticed that maybe
I hit too near the heart. "And I don't lie," he finished
firmly and seriously.
A
demon that didn't lie? Had he any idea how... unusual this was?
His tone didn't leave much room, so I just preferred to not spoil
the mood. "I always thought sex was an easy thing to find in
hell..."
"Well..."
he appeared uncomfortable, "not this type of sex... things
there are kind of... violent."
That
was harsh. My mind picturing how much a gorgeous creature like him
would be chased there; his slender form didn't exactly give evidence
to his tremendous strength. I remembered his torn pants and the scratches
on his inner upper thighs. Was that what he was fighting? To not be
raped? That made me shiver and I found myself looking at the scratches,
almost faded, on the leg bent over me.
His
hand came to my face making me look to him. "Doesn't matter anymore...
it turned into dust and smoke at the end."
"So,
despite the pain, nice and good sex is something to be... savored,"
he smiled seductively, his lips finding mine in a very gentle kiss.
He accommodated himself again along my body, nuzzling my chest.
I
found the tip of the sheet and try to clean the inside of my thighs,
and let myself be wrapped by him, seeking his warmth. I wished to
light the fireplace, but the sight of his sleeping, beautiful face,
all surrendered over my chest, blew away every will to get out of
bed.
The
last days were being an emotional roller-coaster, but after the release
of my body, even my mind still full and unease, I catnapped a little.
I woke with the cold reaching my skin. He still soundly sleeping over
me, feeling so good, like was the perfect right place for him to be.
I stroked his hair, detangling the rest of the undone braid, losing
the locks, enjoying the feeling of it between my fingers.
His
arms tightened around my chest and he rubbed his hips against the
side of my leg very suggestively, his lips touching my bare skin.
The exact way he had done in the afternoon when whispering that name.
For a moment my guts twisted and I waited for him to say it again.
I looked the other way, facing the dark wall, a strong will to get
out of here, imagining what he was thinking, dreaming... about what
he had thought before.
What
kind of name was Solo? Not a demon's name, nor an angel name, could
it be a human name? Maybe the same type of name that Duo was. Could
he be another shinigami?
...
[8]
I had a sketch of this scene but got it wet on a day with too much
rain. I didn't have the inspiration to draw it again, but it can be
found in the facebook album.
~ * ~
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