With the Demons + Part 11 (cont)
To Find the End
The blonde reached Heero's
door first, opening it; Duo close on his heels. Heero was seated in the
big center chair that he had sat in that first night, his legs tucked
under him. The dark haired vampire was wearing a tight, sleeveless red
tee and dark blue jeans. It was the least complicated outfit Duo had ever
seen the Erus in. Wufei, now in human form, was stretched out on a couch,
clad only in a pair of his black linen pants. Trowa sat, also back in
human form, beside Heero, sitting crossed-legged on the other couch. He
wore a pair of those tight pants he seemed so fond of, and a t-shirt that
stretched across his chest and molded itself to his body, showing the
sharp planes of his chest perfectly.
"Trowa . . . ." Quatre whispered as they entered the room.
The named shifter's head snapped up. His green eyes sparkled when he caught
sight of Quatre. Rising to his feet with inhuman grace, he met the vampire
in the center of the room. Falling to his knees in front of Quatre, he
wrapped his arms around the slight man's waist and leaned his head against
Duo regarded the two curiously. There was more to that greeting than either
friendship or lust. While Duo was watching them, he missed Wufei leave
the couch and, for all intents and purposes, stalk towards him. That is,
until he was confronted with black, smoldering eyes.
Duo blinked, surprised by the sheer amount of desire he saw burning in
Wufei's eyes. "Wufei . . ." he began, then saw the shifter's
eyes fix on his mouth. His words died away when Wufei melded himself against
Duo's body, pressing their lips together.
Duo's arms came up almost automatically to hold Wufei close to him even
as he deepened the kiss. He pushed past Wufei's lips, dipping deep into
the other's mouth and reveling in the taste. Duo decided then that it
had been long enough since he had tasted Wufei. Maybe a few hours in bed
with his pet would brighten his disposition . . . it was already off to
such a good start.
Wufei pulled away first, turning around in the circle of Duo's arms and
leaning back into him. Duo groaned softly at the delectable sensation
of Wufei's body, and, more precisely, his well-formed posterior, pressing
against him. Oh, yes. Much, much too long.
Tipping his head back to rest on Duo's shoulder, Wufei whispered, "You
taste like blood, Duo. Blood . . . and Quatre."
Quatre had sunk down beside Trowa, balancing on the balls of his feet.
The vampire released the shifter's lips, a slightly fuzzy look on his
face. Trowa was smiling at Duo from where he knelt, palms flat against
the floor to support his weight. That impish little smile again. As sexy
as Trowa made it look, Duo was beginning to grow wary of that smile.
"Quatre tastes of blood and Duo," he said simply.
Quatre actually giggled.
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "He seems a bit . . . happy, doesn't he?"
"Duo tastes like blood, sex and power," Quatre said, rising
to his feet and dragging Trowa up with him. Duo was getting just a little
sick of hearing the word ‘taste'. Quatre sauntered over to the couch Trowa
had recently vacated and lay down on it, pulling the green-eyed shifter
down, half on top of him. He sighed contentedly, glancing over at Heero.
"I highly recommend you taste him."
Now, that was just a little insulting. "I'm not some fucking new
drink for you to pass around, Q!" Duo said, storming over to the
couch opposite the blonde and flopping down. Wufei followed, sitting down
and leaning on him slightly.
"Ooooh, but you taste so good, Duo . . ." Quatre replied, running
his tongue over the tip of his fangs.
Duo gave up. He was just too tired. "Just shut up, Quatre. See if
I ever kiss you again," he grumbled.
"You kissed him?" Heero's slightly accented voice interrupted,
Duo almost jumped out of his skin. Shit, he had forgotten about Heero.
How the hell he managed to do that was beyond him.
"That's what I said, Heero. Or were you too busy wondering about
how I'd taste to listen?" Ah, fuck. Duo hadn't meant to say that.
Yes, that's a brilliant idea. Taunt the vampire that can rip out your
"What makes you think I don't already know how you taste, Duo?"
Heero was smirking slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up.
So, that's what the urge to shit your pants feels like. Duo felt his eyes
widen. He was joking. He had to be joking. He had better be fucking joking!
"Lay off on the mind games until later, Heero. I'm tired, really
confused, and really, really fucking cranky." There. That was his
new word. Really. Duo smiled to himself. Christ, he felt like a simpleton.
Heero nodded, his face once again blank. Sweet Jesus, how Duo hated that.
Heero was a hell of a lot easier to deal with when he wasn't doing his
best impression of a wall. Or playing mind games. The hell with it; Heero
was never easy to deal with.
Settling back into the couch, Duo said, "So, what do you wanna do
first? Hear what I found out, see if we can figure out what the fuck is
going on, or drill me and Quatre on our little make out session?"
Heero quirked an eyebrow. That was a little better. At least it was an
"Tell me what you know first," Heero said, resting his elbows
on the arms of his chair and lacing his fingers together in his lap.
Duo saw that one coming. He held up a hand, ticking items off on his fingers.
"Kay, first off, Mary-Anne isn't dead, she's with Lucrezia. Where,
I don't have a fucking clue."
"Alive? That's a surprise," Quatre said, sobering up a little.
"Oh, and her name isn't Mary-Anne, its Mariemeia," Duo added.
"Are you certain?" Heero asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Yes, I'm sure. Jesus, Heero, do you even pay attention to what I'm
saying? Her name is Mariemeia." Duo looked from Heero to Quatre and
back again. "That mean something to you?"
"Possibly," Heero said. Yep, Quatre was right. Prudent was exactly
what Heero was. "Go on," the Erus said.
"Catherine isn't crazy. At least, not as crazy as she makes herself
out to be," Duo continued. "She had a few sane moments."
Trowa moved his head, shifting his gaze from Quatre to Heero. "I
agree. She was entirely too lucid at times."
"In summary, Mary-Anne, who is still alive, is in actuality Mariemeia,
and Catherine is not a raving lunatic," Heero stated.
"Well, yeah." It really didn't seem like much when Heero stated
it like that. Oh, there was Duo's new word again. Duo revised his earlier
debate between sleep and food to sleep, food, sex or drugs. Maybe all
four . . . oh, wait! He was forgetting alcohol. Can't forget the alcohol.
Let's see; sleep, food, sex, drugs, alcohol . . . sleep
There it was again. That subtle little ‘fuck me' that Heero always hid
behind Duo's name.
"Yes, Heero?" Duo said, slurring slightly.
"Are you going to be alright?" Heero asked, something that sounded
suspiciously like genuine concern in his voice.
"Fuck no, I'm never going to be alright again," Duo said, his
eyes bright. "Think about it, blood breath. I don't have a fucking
clue what the hell is going on anymore. No, forget that. I didn't have
a clue what was going on in the first place. Then, there's that nasty
little problem I have with the uncontrollable urge to shove my tongue
down Quatre's throat; and every time you say my name, Heero, it sounds
more and more like ‘fuck me', so pretty soon I'm just going to say the
hell with it and do just that! Oh! Let's not forget that for some great,"
Duo held up his hands, his voice going up and octave or two, "UNKNOWABLE
reason, I suddenly decided to leech a vampire's energy, or power, or WHATEVER
the fuck it was, out of her, and send it along to you guys, like some
preternatural United Postal Service!" Duo stopped, catching his breath.
All four of the others were staring at Duo.
"WHAT!?" Duo exploded.
" . . . ‘fuck me'?" Heero said, his expression mild.
"Yes!" Duo shouted.
Duo clamped his mouth shut, blinking. Wait, that wasn't right. "No!"
he said quickly, trying to head off the wrong idea. Duo covered his face
with his hands. This was getting him nowhere. Right then, he didn't know
if he'd prefer to get some answers or just shoot himself. Maybe he should
just shoot everyone else. What he wouldn't give just to find the end of
Quatre glanced up at Trowa, shock evident on his face. "‘Fuck me'?"
he mouthed, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.
Trowa's impish smile was back.
Wufei tucked a piece of Duo's hair behind his ear, smoothing it back with
his hand. "One problem at a time, Duo," he said quietly, resting
his other hand on Duo's thigh.
"Wufei is right. Attempting anything more than that would be foolish,"
Duo took a deep breath, then looked up to meet Heero's gaze. "Right,"
he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He plopped
his chin down on his hands. "So which problem do we tackle first?"
"If I suggest you sleep first, you will ignore me, won't you?"
"Yep," Duo agreed.
"And something to eat?"
"Well," Duo drawled, a pang in his stomach reminding him that
he really was a little hungry, "I could REALLY use something to eat."
There. He was putting his new word to good use.
"I can't explain what happened, Duo" Heero was saying as he
watched the recently fed and now calm Duo pace across the floor. They
had been discussing the entire series of events for the last two hours
"You don't seem all that surprised or upset by it either, you know."
Duo turned on his heel, making his way back to the other side of the room.
Pacing wasn't very productive, as Heero had pointed out earlier, but it
helped Duo think.
Quatre and Trowa were still on the couch, although they were now sitting
up and watching Duo. Wufei had just returned from the upstairs kitchen.
The shifter had removed the remnants of Duo's impromptu meal. He settled
down on the floor in front of Heero, also watching Duo pace.
"There were hints that you could do something like this before, Duo,"
"Yeah, yeah." Duo was remembering what had happened during one
of his and Heero's little talks. Apparently, he had tried to absorb some
of Heero's energy then. And, of course, he was going on Heero's word.
Again. What Duo wouldn't give for real proof.
"So," Duo pressed on, "how come you didn't mention this
to me before?"
"It wouldn't have made a difference, we weren't even sure,"
Quatre spoke up. "Would you have been able to stop it, or even believed
us, if we had brought it to your attention?"
Probably not, Duo thought, but still. "That's not the point, Q. I
could have killed her -"
"You regret not killing her?" Heero sounded amused.
"Would you let me finish?" Duo demanded. "I could have
killed her, but I didn't. And I wanted to. But that . . . that . . . sucking
the life out of her, that was . . . ." he trailed off.
"What, Duo?" Heero quietly prompted.
Duo whipped around and landed a solid kick on the wall. He flung himself
around, leaning back on the wall and slamming it with his fist. "Inhuman,"
he said almost inaudibly, sinking to the floor and drawing his knees up.
He rested his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes.
"Duo," Heero said, his voice coming from directly above the
Looking up, Duo saw that Heero was standing above him. The vampire crouched
down slowly. "You can't take back what happened."
Duo snorted. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"No, but it is true nonetheless." Heero reached out and tipped
Duo's chin up. "Now that it is done, we have to find out how you
can control it."
We? Where'd he get the ‘we' concept? "I don't have time for fucking
around with that shit, Heero! I'm not one bit closer to finding out WHY
there are so many killings. I've got to track Catherine down again. I
should have killed her when I had the chance."
"Yes, you should have," Heero agreed.
Duo narrowed his eyes at the vampire.
"But," Heero continued, "it is just as well that you didn't.
We may need her again."
There was that ‘we' thing again. "She killed tried to kill Mary-Anne!
Mariemeia." Duo snorted in frustration. "I don't even know who
she is anymore."
Quatre spoke up next. "You should forget about her for now. We don't
even know where she is."
Huh, even Quatre was hung up on the ‘we' concept.
"Quatre's right," Wufei said. "You should concentrate on
figuring out what happened and if it had anything to do with the attempted
Duo had almost forgotten about that. Maybe that was tied to what happened.
Duo hadn't asked Sally about that. After he brought up the church fire,
Duo had lost it and . . . .
"Sally was the one who destroyed the church in the suburbs,"
Duo said suddenly.
"What?" Heero looked sharply at Duo.
"The fire, you remember." Duo lifted the gold cross in his palm.
He hadn't tucked it back into his shirt in all the commotion, then he
had forgotten about it. "I found out Sally was the one who set fire
to the church."
"Did she tell you this?" Quatre asked.
"No," Duo laughed bitterly. "She didn't. But I know it's
true. But one thing I don't know, Heero," Duo said, looking straight
at the vampire, "is why you didn't tell me. 'Cuz you already knew."
Heero opened his mouth to speak, but Duo held up a hand. "Ah ah ah,
Heero. Forget your excuses. Make it up to me by telling me who ordered
the church destroyed. And don't tell me you don't know."
There was a sharp rapping on the door to Heero's room. Quatre rose from
the couch and answered it, talking briefly with someone. Surprise registered
on his face, quickly replaced by anger. Scowling, he nodded once curtly,
then shut the door.
"Heero," the blonde said, "Lucrezia and the one called
Mariemeia are here. They want to meet with Duo."
"Not now, Quatre," Heero started to say.
Fuck that. Duo surged to his feet, causing Heero to rise and take a quick
step back. "I'll see them, and I'll see them now. Alone."
Heero's expression shifted instantly to one of anger. "Duo, if you
want to meet them now, fine. But not alone."
"Why the hell not alone, Heero? Huh? It's my choice. I'm in the middle
of your club, underground, surrounded by God only knows how many vamps,
shifters and whatever the hell you've got lying around. What in the name
of Jesus could happen?"
"Did you forget it was at this Mariemeia's apartment that you were
taken from the first time, Duo?" Heero said in a calm tone, despite
the anger evident on his face. "You will not meet them alone. I don't
trust either one of them."
"Too bad, Heero, 'cuz I don't trust you." Duo jabbed a finger
in Heero's chest. "Now you either let me talk to them here, by myself,
or I'm going to cart my ass right back to my apartment and serve them
coffee there. Your choice."
Heero looked pissed. Extremely pissed. To his credit, he didn't rip Duo
to shreds on the spot. A fact that Duo was quite grateful for. Instead,
he just looked at Duo.
"You are certain of this?" the vampire asked.
"Yeah." Duo crossed his arms. "I am."
"Heero, the Wiccan, maybe, but surely not Lucrezia. Her evident relationship
with Sally . . . ." Quatre said, shaking his head.
"Be quiet, Quatre. If Duo wants to meet them alone, he will. But
he will meet them here." Heero closed the distance between himself
and Duo so quickly that Duo didn't even see him move.
Duo broke out into a cold sweat. At that moment, faced with Heero and
his anger, Duo felt afraid. Real, heart stopping fear. Even the firm metal
of the gun at his back did nothing to dispel it.
"It would be a good idea, Duo, to remember that however little you
trust me, you should trust her less," Heero's voice was cold, but
his eyes burned straight into Duo's brain.
At that moment, Duo wasn't sure if Heero was referring to Lucrezia or
Mariemeia. Something in Heero's eyes, though, made Duo believe that the
vampire was talking about Mariemeia. And that did nothing to quell the
tight knot of fear that had rooted itself deep in Duo's belly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Duo: I spend too much time being scared shitless in this fic.
Heero: No, you spend too much time running your mouth off.
Duo: That's a matter of opinion.
Blue: I think he has a point.
Duo: You stay out of this!
Blue: *glare* You had better watch it Duo . . . .
Quatre: *warning voice* Don't piss off the author, Duo.
Duo: Why the bloody hell not!?
Trowa: *whispering something quickly to Duo*
Duo: *wide eyed* Oh.
Wufei: Yeah. Oh.
Blue: *narrowing eyes suspiciously* Just what did you tell him? Hey! HEY!
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