Category: AU, 2x5, 2x3, 4x3, 4x5, 1x2
Warnings: OOCness, yaoi, language, light lime.
Spoilers: Do I have to say it again? No.
Note: Let's see . . . not much to say this time. Other than the fact that
there has been nearly overwhelming concern for Wufei's . . . sexual needs.
*grin* Oh, and suzume is a big, huge bully. She made me start a livejournal.
*sigh* Of course, now I can mock her publicly. There's always, always,
an up side.
With the Demons + Part 17
Duo awoke several hours later,
still pressed against Heero. He sighed and snuggled into the covers contentedly.
At some point last night, he had come to a decision; he still trusted
the vamp. Reasoning, logic, everything else aside, he had to admit to
himself that Heero had simply reacted to the threats posed against those
he considered his and had protected them. When exactly the vampire had
come to the conclusion that Duo was included in this group was really
not that important. It might come up later, but for now, Duo was more
than a little happy with the arrangement.
However, Duo refused to admit that Heero had influenced said decision.
If he had, it was probably around the time his tongue was in Duo's mouth.
It was a very persuasive argument. Then again, it could have been when
his hands were . . . but, since the vampire had not influenced his decision
in the least, the point was moot. And that was that.
Rolling over in Heero's loose embrace, Duo watched his face as the vampire
slept. Or did whatever it was that vampires did during the day. Duo lightly
touched his fingertips to the curve of a cheek, trailing across slightly
parted lips. A puff of warm air brushed his hand. He rubbed the pad of
his thumb back over Heero's lips, then let his hand drop down until it
rested against the side of his neck. He wouldn't be up and about for another
four hours at least.
Duo frowned. And just how the hell did he know that? He glanced around,
looking for a clock. He knew there was one on Heero's desk in the other
part of the room, but it was both too far away and facing the other direction.
There were no windows, nothing for him to use as a guide to estimate the
time. His frown deepened, and was reaching epic proportions when a knock
sounded on the door, followed shortly by the sound of someone entering
the room. Duo tensed, then remembered that anyone who entered Heero's
chambers without waiting for permission could only be either Quatre, Trowa
or Wufei. Since Heero was out for the count, it couldn't be Quatre --
the blonde would be curled up somewhere asleep. Something familiar brushed
through Duo's mind, and he knew who it was.
Duo's frown faded, replaced by a smile. "Morning, Wu," he said
when the shifter passed through the opening between the curtains.
Wufei's deep black hair was sleep-tousled, small chunks of it falling
down around his face. He was clad only in a pair of coal black pajama
bottoms. Padding barefoot over to Duo's side of the bed, he absently scratched
"This looks comfortable," Wufei said with a half smile.
Grinning, Duo said, "And you sound bitter about it."
"Really? I thought I hid that well."
"Nope, it managed to sneak through. Here, crawl in if you dare,"
he added with a laugh as he lifted the edge of the sheet and glanced down.
At least that side was clean.
"It does looker warmer in there than out here," Wufei said,
eyeing the bed critically.
"In or out, Wu, I'm getting a draft."
Wufei laughed, sliding underneath the sheet and curling up beside Duo.
"Much warmer. I-" he cut himself off, nostrils flaring.
"What?" Duo said, glancing around and rolling out from underneath
"Nothing," the shifter said, blinking. His already night black
eyes had become a few shades darker.
"I know that look, Wufei, don't give me that 'nothing' crap."
Wufei pushed himself up on his elbow, staring down at Duo briefly before
he dipped his head down and rubbed his face against Duo's chest. "It
wasn't so strong when I wasn't this close to you," he said, lips
brushing over Duo's skin as he spoke.
"What wasn't?" Duo demanded, refusing to be distracted by the
soft caress of Wufei's hair where it touched him.
The shifter's hands came up, running over Duo. He pushed the sheet off
of them both, exposing Duo's nude body.
"Whoa, Wu!" Duo exclaimed, "What's gotten into you?"
Wufei's hands had continued their explorations, trailing over Duo's hips
and down his thighs. He looked up, meeting the longhaired man's wide eyes
with his own clouded ones. "Your skin . . . you smell like blood
and sex . . . power." His voice had grown rough.
"You've got a severe obsession with all three of those," Duo
"I know," the shifter breathed, face still pressed close to
the other man. Then he sighed. "You have to get up."
"What for? This is as good a place as any to be right now."
He arched an eyebrow.
"Heero didn't tell you?" Wufei looked up, resting his cheek
on Duo's chest.
"He didn't get a chance to tell me much," Duo said, unable to
keep a grin from forming on his face.
"So I see," the shifter murmured, touching Duo's neck.
"Before we both get so distracted that we forget our names, what
do I have to get up for?"
"Meeting," was all Wufei said as he buried his head in the crook
of Duo's neck. His tongue darted out to lap at the soft skin and a tiny
shiver coursed through him. "You taste so good . . . ."
Duo blinked. In this particular context, wasn't that a weird thing to
say? He had fallen asleep, covered in the products of a bout of very good,
very messy sex with a vampire. Oh. Duo blinked again. Blood, sex, power.
"What meeting?" Duo asked, tilting his head unconsciously to
the side so Wufei could have better access to his skin. Since the shifter
was so dead set on having a little taste, there really wasn't any reason
why Duo couldn't enjoy it.
"The one I called."
That wasn't Wufei's voice. Duo turned his head slowly, coming face to
face with a certain half-asleep, blue-eyed vampire. Heero's speech was
slow and measured, as if it required a great deal of energy. It probably
"What are you doing awake? You shouldn't be up for a few hours yet,"
Duo commented, absently brushing Heero's hair away from his eyes.
Wufei slid a leg over Duo's, moving so he lay half on top of him. "Hello,
Heero," he greeted.
"Your energy woke me, Duo," Heero said accusingly after a brief
nod to the shifter. "I can't sleep next to you when you're like that."
Duo was about to protest that comment, but one quick glance below his
waist would mark him a liar. Not that he had felt his power stir, but
there was the vampire, awake with more than three hours to go until sundown.
Turning back to Wufei, Duo said, "Do you think I should apologize
"It's a nice way to be woken up," Wufei said.
"I think you should apologize, Wu."
"Because it's your fault."
"It is not. It's your fault."
"Your power woke him."
Duo snorted. "Yeah, well, you started it by licking my neck."
"He was licking your neck? Already?" Heero said, his eyebrows
"He tastes good," Wufei said with a shrug.
Heero's expression was just this side of a leer. "Really."
Wufei nodded. "You already knew that," he said, looking pointedly
at the tiny scar on Duo.
Heero buried his face in his pillow and groaned.
"Heero?" Duo asked, not sure what that meant.
"This is why I always sleep with Quatre," the vampire mumbled
into the pillow.
"Quatre doesn't stir during the day," Wufei explained.
"And?" Duo prompted.
"Neither one wakes up to disturb the other."
"Oh." Duo felt like smacking himself on the head.
"If you don't mind," Heero said, his voice still muffled, "would
you please both find another bed to continue this on? Or continue it later
with me as a participant?"
That surprised Duo, though it probably shouldn't have. Wufei was still
his, even after he and Heero had been together. It wasn't like any of
it would change. He already knew how Wufei felt about it, the shifter
had developed a habit of urging him into Heero's arms, then curling up
with them both. Smiling sheepishly at Wufei, Duo rolled over on his side
and nudged Heero's face away from the pillow. Sleepy blue eyes met his,
an unspoken question in them.
"Morning, Heero," Duo said, pressing his lips to the vampire's.
"See you later, when you're feeling a bit more . . . spry."
Heero laughed softly, eyes slipping closed again. The sound trailed down
Duo's spine, making him think thoughts that were definitely not mentioned
in decent company. Fortunately for him, the company he held right now
was decidedly not decent.
Wufei slipped off of the bed, waiting expectantly for Duo. Crawling somewhat
less gracefully, Duo got to his feet. The shapeshifter's gaze traveled
down the length of Duo's body then returned to meet his eyes. Taking a
quick step forward, Wufei wrapped his arms around the longhaired man's
waist and buried his head in the crook of Duo's neck.
Startled, Duo automatically returned the embrace. "Wu?"
"I want you, Duo," Wufei said, his voice low and husky. He nuzzled
Duo's neck, teasing the soft skin with lips and tongue.
Duo drew in a shaky breath, pressing the length of Wufei's body firmly
against his own. The thin barrier of pajama bottoms did nothing to contain
the heat radiating from the were.
"What meeting did Heero call?" Duo asked. Amazing. His higher
brain functions were still working.
"We're to brief you on the situation involving Odin," Wufei
answered, his breath hot against Duo's skin.
Duo's hands slipped lower, resting on the curve of Wufei's hips. "How
long until you guys brief me?"
"Trowa is still asleep with Quatre."
Duo was pacing. Again. Trowa silently tracked Duo's progress from his
perch on the arm of a black wingchair, green eyes following each step
and turn exactly.
Stopping, the braided man turned to Wufei, who was sitting in the same
chair that Trowa had settled on. "And neither one of you has any
idea where they went? No one does?" he asked for the fourth time.
Wufei sighed. "No, Duo, no one knows. It's not odd for Treize and
Dorothy to go out on their own."
"I don't like it," Duo said, frowning. "The timing is bad."
"It is," Trowa agreed, "but they don't know anything about
"Still . . . I don't like it," Duo repeated. They may have left
before the little encounter with Odin, but that hardly meant they knew
nothing about it. Maybe he was just being overly paranoid; or maybe his
sense of self-preservation was kicking in. About damn time, too. He was
already neck deep in monsters.
"So you've said," Wufei commented.
"Where the hell is Heero?" Duo half-shouted, resuming his pacing.
"He should have been here by now, what can be taking him so damn
long?" Knowing Heero, the vampire would only show up when he was
good and ready. Near immortality gives a person a hell of a lot of time
to fuck around.
Duo stopped short, grinning. Then he started to chuckle. When Quatre and
Heero finally appeared in the doorway of the blonde's room, Duo was laughing
outright, his shoulders shaking with mirth.
Wufei glanced at the longhaired man, then the vampires, then Trowa. "Do
you have any idea why he's doing that?" he asked, gesturing vaguely.
"Perhaps the stress is getting to him?" Heero offered as Quatre
eyed the laughing man suspiciously.
The blonde gave Duo a wide berth, eventually sliding into the companion
wingchair. He glanced at Trowa, who slipped off the chair's arm and seated
himself at Quatre's feet.
"Stress?" Wufei snorted. "What stress? He couldn't possibly
be stressed. Tired, yes, but not stressed."
"No, I suppose not," Heero mused. "Do you think his mind
Wufei shrugged. "I don't think he has much of a mind left after last
night for it to have snapped," he said pointedly.
Duo had finally gotten control of himself, and was viciously glaring at
them both. "Would you two stop talking about me as if I wasn't here?"
"You weren't here," Trowa put in lightly. "At least your
"What were you laughing about?" Heero asked.
"Never mind," Duo said shortly. "Treize and Dorothy have
Heero nodded. "I know."
"They are the least of our worries at the moment."
"They're a loose thread, Heero," Duo said, "I don't-"
"Like it, we know," Quatre interrupted.
That earned the vampire a glare. It didn't seem to bother him in the least.
And that didn't help Duo's mood.
Everyone in the room, save Duo, turned towards the door. Seconds later,
a tentative knock sounded. Une cracked open the door at Heero's word.
"We've found Treize," she stated simply. "Catherine has
him in the front room."
"Catherine!?" Duo exclaimed.
Une simply nodded. "He is undamaged as far as we can tell. She wishes
to . . . talk."
"What the fuck does she want NOW?" Duo said viciously while
at the same time entertaining thoughts of slowly throttling the woman
"You could go with Heero to find out," Quatre said pointedly,
rising to his feet.
Had Quatre always been such a smart-ass? Duo grunted, then turned on his
heel to follow the Erus. Quatre quickly caught up with them and fell into
step beside Duo, the two shifters, as usual, bringing up the rear. Duo
took the opportunity to stare blatantly at Heero's ass.
The vampire had somehow managed to pour himself into yet another pair
of straight-legged black pants, and, amazingly enough, they weren't leather.
Une opened the door leading to the main room, and Heero turned around
to address the others before he followed her inside. The pants, Duo noted,
rested low on his hips, the front slit open with only a deep, blood red
thread lacing them loosely together. Very loosely, he thought with a fair
measure of appreciation. His black shirt was webbed, baring more skin
than it covered. Long sleeves draped down over his hands, the cuffs flared
Heero held out his hand to Duo, something black coiled in his palm.
Quirking an eyebrow at him, Duo waited for an explanation.
The vampire picked the item up, uncoiling it. An intricately woven chain
dangled from his fingers. "Nichol arrived sometime last night. He
is a . . . ." Heero paused, searching for a word, "representative
of the Assembly."
"Assembly meaning that crew you mentioned before," Duo stated.
"So what's that got to do with it?"
"It marks you as one of us," Quatre said. "If not in form,
then in mindset."
That sounded rather ominous.
Duo took the choker from Heero's hand, looking critically at it. The black
threads of metal twisted in upon one another in a dizzying pattern, reminding
him of the Celtic knots he'd seen in Mariemeia's apartment. A single coil
of silver trailed through the black, framing a teardrop stone woven amongst
the strands in the very center. Duo tipped it to the side, watching it
catch in the dim light. Black diamond and something the color of fresh
blood were melded impossibly close together, spiraling in an endless helix
to create the solid stone. It was beautiful.
"The Assembly wishes proof that you are no threat to us," Heero
said, retrieving the chain. "Nichol was sent here to see that proof."
"It doesn't just mark me as one of you," Duo said, fixing Heero
with a heated glare, "it marks me as yours, doesn't it?"