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"Seduction in Blood"Written By: Emerald Pillow & Thorne Pairings: Too many to name Warnings: Humor; Agnst; Death; & Lemon/Limes
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam guys, just
the images in my head... And anyone who may want to sue, can have
Emerald's cat that's named Duo...but looks like Trowa... Notes: This is the first fanfic that I have ever been able to post. I've had much help from Emerald. Thanks again Em!!! Rating: NC 17 The vampire of this story does a lot of thinking. When this occur ~ ~ will indicate thoughts.
Seduction In Blood Part 8 "That's Heero?!?" Duo questioned as he followed Quatre's pointing finger. When his eyes landed on the indicated person, his heart stopped for a few beats. The boy was seductively dancing with a girl with blonde hair pass her knees. He was just as Quatre described him, but the description did him no justice. Duo had a hard time tearing his eyes from the Japanese boy. "Yep. That's my Heero." Quatre chirped as if he was talking about a pet instead of a human. "You date him?" Duo's surprised expression finally pulled from Heero as the boy disappeared into the crowd. Quatre just laughed. "Heero doesn't date." The confusion grew deeper inside reality. "Then how is he yours?" Just then, the blonde boy sprang from his spot in the booth and barreled into the crowd. "Heero!" Duo watched in astonishment as the small blonde jumped into Heero's arms; wrapping his legs around the boy's waist. For additional support, the stronger boy slipped his arm around Quatre's waist. Despite this welcome, the Japanese boy continued walking toward the booth where Duo was, and sat down. Quatre, still straddling the popular boy, began kissing along his neck and nibbling on his ear. The deep colbat eyes settled on the American before him. "You're a new face." He spoke over the loud dance music. "I'm sorry. That was rude of me. Heero, this is Duo. Duo, this is Heero." "So where are you from?" Heero continued to stare at the new comer; his eyes holding a deeper question than what was stated. Noticing the look, Quatre decided to answer before Duo could. "He's not from around here. He was kidnapped and brought here. I found him unconscious on the stairs of St. Mary." "How long have you known each other?" There was something odd about Duo that stuck out to Heero. "We just met this afternoon. I thought you should meet him Heero." Sighing in frustration, Heero looked up at the blonde on his lap. "Go get me something to drink." He told Quatre. It was more of a demand than a request. "But. . ." "Go." "Okay." Quatre slid off the boy and turned to Duo. "Do you want anything? It'll be my treat." "No thanks." Duo answered, and with that, the blonde disappeared. Heero continued to stare at him, as he slid closer to the braided boy. "When do you plan on heading back home?" "Not for a while. Quatre got his information a little mixed up. I'm actually looking for someone." "Who?" "I'm not exactly sure. I don't really have a name to go by." "What does he look like?" "I have no clue." "Then how are you suppose to find this person?" "I'll know him when I see him." Duo assured. Though Quatre looked as if he would believe in vampires, Heero looked like the type that was a complete realist like Trowa. He was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a tee shirt. His left ear was pierced, and he wore a crucifix around his neck. His deep no nonsense blue eyes were what caused Duo to believe the theory of him being a realist. "So how do you know Quatre?" Heero's eyebrow arched in curiosity. "I mean, the two of you look to be as opposite as night and day. . .him being night of course." "At a club." Duo nodded, waiting for more to be added, but there wasn't. "Are you seeing each other?" "No." "But. . .he. . .um. . ." "He's a little over friendly to me." "A little?" "Do you dance?" "What?" Without further encouragement, he took Duo's hand in his and lead him to the dance floor. "Is someone losing favor with Heero?" Quatre turned around to find Dorothy standing behind him. "No." He snapped, then turned back to watch his two friends dance. "They look so provocative together. . .don't you think?" Quatre didn't respond as he noticed how much Heero was rubbing against Duo. . .and vice versa. "Did Heero ask him to dance?. . .when was the last time he did that?. . .and doesn't he carry all the features that Heero is attracted to? Big innocent eyes; full lips; long hair; shapely neck?" "You're not going to get to me Dorothy, so you can stop trying. I don't care if Heero did ask him to dance, or how beautiful Duo is. . .he won't replace me." "Why did you bring him here any ways?" "He has bite marks on his neck." "So, what. Half the people in this dance club has bite marks." "He's not from around here Dorothy. I want to know who bit him if it wasn't Heero." "What makes you so sure that it wasn't Heero?" "I'm not. . .but I'm going to find out." With that, the blonde headed toward the dancing couple. He tapped Duo on the arm. "Would you mind?" Duo glanced up at Heero quickly before shaking his head and leaving the floor. "What the hell are you doing Quatre?" Heero sneered once Duo was gone. "I want to talk to you." The Japanese boy shook his head and started to walk away. "It's about Duo." With his full attention seized, Heero followed the blonde toward the stairs that lead to the second floor. It was there that couples usually went for privacy. ~This better be good.~ Heero warned with his thoughts as the door was closed to block out the music and he could hear Quatre's better.~ "Did you bite Duo?" ~What?~ "Did you bite him? When I found him, he had incision marks on his neck." Heero studied the blonde a moment with a distant look. "If you didn't bite him, then who did?" ~It had to be Wu Fei.~ The Japanese boy continued with his thoughts. ~I thought I sensed him. . .is that why you brought him to meet me?~ The second part was directed to Quatre's mind. "Yes. Is something wrong?" ~Does he know about me?~ "No." Heero walked over to the door and pulled it open. He gazed out over the crowd to find Dorothy talking with Duo. His blue eyes were locked onto the American below. The loud music made it a little too difficult to speak with the blonde via mind now. So when Heero spoke, it was aloud. "Where's he staying?" "With me." "Try to find out as much about him as you can." "Why?" "I need to taste him." That said, the vampire headed back to the party. "Where are you going?" Quatre asked, following behind his idol. "To become better aquatinted. . .and don't interfere again." Keeping his eyes glued to Duo, Heero made his way to the American. Duo looked up as he approached. He glared at Dorothy and nodded to the left. As if on cue, the blonde stood and walked in the direction he indicated. He then leaned over and whispered in Duo's ear. "Why don't we go somewhere else?" "Like where?" "Let me surprise you." Duo looked up into the colbat eyes, and all thoughts eluded his mind as he accepted Heero's outstretched hand. He wasn't sure what it was inside him that screamed for a chance to be alone with the Japanese boy, but he was willing to follow it. Heero lead him outside and to a blood red Diablo. "That's your car?" Duo asked as he witnessed Heero pull out his keys and press a button. The lights of the Diablo blinked quickly and the doors unlocked. At the same time, a set of florescent lights lit up the cement to make it appear as if the car was hovering. "Yeah." Duo stopped to read the license plate. The white block letters claimed: BeatinU.* "Beating you? Well, I guess so in a kick ass car like this." Heero chuckled and shook his head. Duo was lightly pushed against the wall. Heero's muscular body was crushed against his; shouting out the erection rammed against his tight. The Japanese boy's lips were hungrily kissing along the creamy skin of Duo's neck. The taste of the new flesh was all that more arousing to Heero and he toyed with the ideal of sinking his teeth in now; or waiting until Duo was screaming his name in ecstasy. As he tried to decide, his hands worked to expose the hidden chest. "Hee-." The speaking lips were seized in a silencing kiss. Duo tried to summon every ounce of will power to pull away, but couldn't manage it. Heero was just too tempting. . .too persuasive. Every inch of his body wanted the pride that was grinding against his leg. . .wanted the strong hand that was caressing his abs to touch more. No longer able to resist, Duo surrendered and began returning the kiss as deeply and lustful as Heero was giving it. Kissing Heero brought forth a uproar of emotions and sensations that he had never felt before. He soon became lost in the depths of lust, desires, and wants. . .so overcome that he didn't realize that he was carried to a different room, stripped completely naked, hair released; and laid back on a water bed. He only became aware when he felt the foundation of his desire enter him. The thrusts were so confident and unrestrained that each one was more pleasurable than the last. Duo clutched Heero's bare shoulders as the kiss was broken and soft moans began to elude the American. Heero forced himself to remain patient. He wanted this to last as long as possible, though his cock wanted to pound into the invaded body like never before. He wanted to taste his lover's blood; but knew Duo wasn't ready yet. There were so much inter turmoil plaguing his mind and body, he couldn't stand it. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he released all his constrains. "HEEERRROOO!!!" Duo's screams pierced through the bedroom, as he dug his fingernails deeply into the shoulders he was gripping; making the undead boy all that more arousal and vigorous. Somehow, he managed to open his eyes to find Heero staring at him. Their eyes locked, with only the swinging crucifix coming between them every now and then. For the first time in centuries, Heero wasn't concerned about using sex as a way to steal a sip of blood. This time, he was more focused on giving his partner as much physical pleasure as possible. He could see in the purple eyes that he was succeeding. The sensations flowing through the body below him were far beyond being described as ecstacy. He could tell just how much the boy was getting off on this; the proof was presented when his masturbation exploded between their bodies. Closer to his own release, Heero sat back on his knees and raised Duo's hips to be level. The thrusting became tempestuous as he was pulling Duo onto his sex. The American clenched the pillow behind his head as his moans and screams grew to his maxim lung compactly. Finally, he released into the depths of the pleasing haven. Breathing heavily, and feeling as he had never felt before, Heero looked down at the beautiful American laying in the chestnut pond. At the same time, Duo was staring back at him; with a expression of disbelief, amazement, and satisfaction. The silence between them lingered as neither of them really wanted to move for fear of losing the feelings flowing through them. "Was that mind blowing sex?" Duo suddenly asked after a few minutes. "Hn?" "Because from the time you started until now. .
.I couldn't even think."
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