With the Demons + Part 7 (cont)
Rules of Play
"That house is deceptively small on the outside," Trowa observed.
The sun had long since set and the world outside buzzed with the drone
of city night-life. The three breathed deeply of the somewhat cleaner
air outside, relieved to be out of the voodoo priestess' home. Searching
the house had been a somewhat harrying experience for them all. Blood
and gore was one thing, various animated body parts and organs casually
strewn about were another. Duo had just witnessed a multitude of disturbing
things, and he didn't think he'd want to see anything even mildly gross
for months. In fact, he was pretty sure he didn't even want to be alone
after seeing what Lucrezia had lying about in her house.
Wufei looked back at the quiet building. "Wasn't that nice?" he quipped.
Trowa followed the other shifter's gaze, then said, "And just what are
you using as a basis of comparison?"
"Enough!" Duo cried exasperatedly. "Let's just get the fuck out of here,
okay? That is one sick woman, and I'll be delighted if Mr. Happy Head
was right and Lucrezia is gone poof for good."
The two shifters looked at each other, then at Duo. "Good idea, Duo,"
Wufei said softly, "getting out of here sounds very good."
They left the back garden, shutting the gate securely behind them. The
further they walked away from Lucrezia's, the better Duo felt. By the
time they were crossing through the park, he was almost feeling good again.
Beside him, Trowa tensed. Duo opened his mouth to ask what was wrong when
Trowa whispered, "Quatre . . . ."
The named vampire laughed softly, emerging from the shadows of a grove
of trees. "You always could tell when it was me, pet," Quatre said softly.
The blonde stepped fully into the light, and Duo let his eyes run over
the vampire briefly. He was wearing black tonight, and it contrasted sharply
with his pale coloring. A soft-looking shirt moved in the evening's breeze,
making no sound as Quatre walked closer. His pants were of the same deep
black, molding tight to his hips and falling looser as they passed his
thighs. The night bled all color from his eyes, making then appear gray.
Quatre felt Duo looking at him, and a small, knowing smile ghosted his
"Come to collect us, have you?" Duo asked.
Quatre laughed, the sound cascading over Duo's skin like the quiet brush
of the wind. He stopped in front of Trowa, capturing the shifter's lips
in a deep kiss, then pulling back, watching the shifter's eyes. Trowa's
eyes fluttered open, and he made a small sound of disappointment. The
vampire traced the line of Trowa's cheek with his thumb, then ran it over
his lips before kissing him again, open-mouthed.
Duo watched with morbid fascination, wondering how you could get that
much tongue involved without cutting yourself on the vampire's fangs.
He heard a sharp intake of breath beside him, and glanced over at Wufei.
The werepanther was staring fixedly at the other two, his eyes glazed
as he watched their tongues plunge into the other's mouth. Duo was just
about to say something when Quatre stepped away from Trowa. Smiling, the
vampire turned his eyes to Wufei, who immediately went to him.
Trowa was breathing heavily, both from Quatre's greeting and from watching
that same greeting being offered to Wufei. Duo's sarcastic inner monologue
was silenced as he felt himself become aroused. Quatre broke the kiss
with one last nip on Wufei's lip and turned to face Duo.
The full force of the blonde vampire's gaze struck Duo and left his mind
reeling. Quatre's eyes burned into him, searing though him in waves. He
took a hesitant step towards the vampire before he realized what he was
doing. Then Quatre was close, and the heat coming from his body blended
with the heat of his eyes. Duo let out an involuntary moan. Pleased, Quatre
pressed his body to Duo's and tilted his head. His tongue darted out to
lick his already moist lips. Duo's sluggish mind dully registered the
fact that Quatre was about to kiss him.
"What did you find at the mambo's home?" Quatre asked softly, his lips
only centimeters from Duo's.
". . . what?" came the dazed reply.
"The Vodoun priestess, what did she tell you?"
Duo blinked, trying to get his mind to focus on something besides the
feel of Quatre's lithe body against his own, or the tempting softness
of his lips, so close to his . . . so easy to move just a little more,
and taste them . . . .
Then Quatre was gone, standing beside Trowa with an expectant look on
his face, awaiting Duo's answer. Duo cursed softly under his breath, though
no doubt everyone was able to hear him with their heightened senses. Then
Quatre's question finally clicked in his brain.
"Did you say 'Vodoun'?" he asked, still a little unbalanced. Then, "What's
Wufei spoke up, moving to slide his arm behind Duo's waist. "Mambo is
the Dahomean word for a female Vodoun priest, and Vodoun is the true name
for what you commonly call voodoo."
"Oh . . ." Duo said, feeling more than a little stupid. So much for being
the intelligent monster hunter. "Lucrezia's skipped town, and her message
boy decomposed a few hours ago. You missed him."
Quatre's brow creased in annoyance. "That's inconvenient."
"Yeah, she sends her apologies for that, too. Not that I'd believe her,"
Duo said as they started walking again.
Trowa walked close to the blonde vampire, and although he was slightly
taller, by looking at them you would know Quatre was the one in charge.
Trowa's body language was submissive, and he didn't even seem aware of
it. Curious, Duo glanced to his left where Wufei walked close by. He was
doing the same thing. What 'it' was, Duo couldn't quite put his finger
on, but there was, no mistake. Wufei and Trowa just FELT submissive. Duo
was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when the air grew
noisier and the press of people going about their lives surrounded them.
The heat and noise of Devil's Bliss struck him full in the face when the
bouncer opened the door. Looking up, Duo saw Dorothy smiling at him. A
grin formed on Duo's lips. He had hardly expected to see the woman act
as a bouncer. Then again, he had no clue what Dorothy was, she could have
been a vamp for all he knew. Duo made a mental note to ask someone about
Dorothy nodded once to Trowa and Wufei, then lowered her eyes when Quatre
walked by. The blonde vampire gave her a hard look and then turned away,
dismissing her. Duo's smile faltered. He'd have to ask about that, too.
Heero had said that Dorothy had been dealt with, but that did nothing
to comfort him. If anything, it made him feel worse. Duo glanced back
towards the main entrance before opening the door that lead to the basement
quarters. His list of things to confront Heero about seemed to be getting
Duo wearily trudged down the hallway, wondering why it was always so cold.
He opened the door at the end of the hall without thinking and walked
into Heero's rooms. Duo had decided that 'room' didn't describe the chamber
accurately, so he opted for rooms instead. Heero had merely raised an
eyebrow as Duo had discussed it with Wufei.
The door closed behind him, and it was only then that Duo realized he
had lost the others somewhere along the way. A quick glance around revealed
no sign of Heero.
"Heero? You in here?" Duo called, walking past the fire pit and through
the gap in the transparent drapes to the bedroom area. "Odd . . . ." Where
the hell was Heero? Duo thought he would be anxious to find out if his
theory about Lucrezia was right or not.
Stopping beside the marble dais, Duo blew a puff of air in irritation.
Now what was he supposed to do? His eyes wandered to the bed . . . maybe
. . . no. He was tired, perhaps even exhausted, but sleeping in Heero's
bed was not an option. Duo prudently ignored the fact that he had been
sleeping there for the past week or more. Then Duo thought of the couches.
A quick nap, then maybe see if he could find Heero. Quatre probably knew
where he was.
Decision made, Duo turned around and caught sight of the huge marble bath
on the raised dais. Instantly he thought of where he had been. A bath
sounded perfect. Heero wasn't around to complain, and he probably wouldn't
object anyway. Duo eyed the bath; it was certainly large enough for two,
more than two, actually.
Duo caught himself before that thought went any further. What the hell
was he thinking? Why should he care if two people could fit into the bathtub?
He snorted, disgusted with himself. Things were starting to get to him.
He shook his head as if to clear those thoughts from his mind, and glanced
towards the door. Duo was certain no one would enter uninvited, never
mind that he had just sauntered in. Well, Wufei, Trowa or Quatre would.
And of course Heero. But they had seen him naked before anyway. The first
three had seen something a little more than just nudity. Besides, Duo
wanted to clean himself of the dirt from Lucrezia's house. He looked around
again, searching for towels or a robe. Seeing what looked like a partially
hidden cupboard on one end of the dais, he climbed the three steps leading
to the bath itself.
When he reached the final step, he knelt to open the cupboard. As he did
he noticed the bottom of the bath was carved in an intricate pattern of
vines, complete with leaves and thorns. Curious, he reached in to touch
it. That had to be hard on the ass to sit on. Then again, maybe Heero
was into that kind of thing . . . .
Duo felt a jolt of surprise when his hand encountered a smooth surface.
Knitting his brows in confusion, he ran his hand over the entire length
of the bottom. Nothing! It was completely smooth to the touch, no bumps
or ridges anywhere. Now where in the name of Jesus did Heero find a bathtub
Absently grabbing a towel from the cabinet, he stood and began to undress,
flinging his clothes down the few stairs onto the floor. Halfway done,
he bent again to start the water running. After a moments deliberation
on how exactly to do that, he had a steady stream of hot water filling
up the bath.
Duo started humming happily to himself in anticipation. He ran his hand
through the water, and then straightened up, tugging off his boots and
socks. Left only in the black pants, he unwound his braid, and sat down
on the bath's rim, laying the tie next to him. As he waited for the tub
to fill, he looked over the various bottles and containers scattered around.
He was still humming several minutes later when he crawled into the steaming
water. Sinking to his neck in the heat, Duo's little tune changed into
a small sigh of pleasure. He felt ten times better already. He lay back
against the slanted wall for a few minutes, closing his eyes and just
letting the water soak into him and loosen his muscles. Eventually he
realized he had intended to wash, not parboil himself. Opening his eyes,
however, was a challenge at this point. He chose instead to just reach
blindly for the soap and the washcloth he had laid out.
When blind groping didn't work, he opened his eyes in frustration. Mumbling
a few choice words under his breath, he grabbed the soap and, working
up a good lather, started washing his neck.
Now that felt good. The dirt and grime rinsed away by the soap was heaven
enough, but his tired muscles screamed in pleasure from the small massage.
Duo leaned back again, continuing to wash as his thoughts began to wander
errantly once more.
Strangely, at least to him, the first thing he thought about was Heero.
Where was he, anyway? Duo wasn't really surprised though. Heero had a
tendency to do as he pleased. And that brought Duo's mind back to Heero's
odd behavior. It was clear what the vampire wanted. His voice and the
words he spoke still echoed in Duo's mind. Give yourself to me, he had
said. When they had fought, Duo was honestly trying to kill him. But was
Heero? Did Heero really try to kill him? No doubt he could have, easily.
He hadn't tried to kill him then. Heero had tried to own him.
A shiver ran though Duo's body at the thought, and it wasn't entirely
out of fear or hatred. Heero had tried to own him. He wanted Duo to give
in to him, and let Heero possess him. Anger quickly welled up inside Duo.
No. No fucking way was he going to give in to a vampire. But hadn't he
already given in to the shifters?
No, that was different. They were his, not the other way around. Wasn't
that the way it was? They belonged to him, but he was still his own, no
one owned him but himself. Duo closed his eyes again, this time in frustration.
He was lying to himself. The shifters did own him, at least a part of
him He had already given himself away.
Without warning, Duo thought of Quatre. No, not just Quatre, but the way
he had looked at him. The memory was very fresh, and so were the feelings
that accompanied it. The blonde vampire wanted him. And at the moment,
Duo had wanted to give him what he wanted. Duo realized with a start that
if Quatre had asked, he would have agreed without a thought. Had Quatre
known that? Is that why he had pulled away?
This was a bad line of thought to follow. Duo switched gears quickly,
deciding to try and figure out what to do next. With both Mary-Anne and
Lucrezia out of the picture, Duo was stumped. He supposed that they could
try to track down the priestess, but he severely doubted he'd have any
luck with that. If Lucrezia wanted to disappear, no one would find her.
Duo's hand went to the glittering cross that rested against his chest.
He had forgotten to remove it. Was there any connection between the fire
and the killings? And why was the cross at Mary-Anne's? Duo stopped. How
did he know that the cross had been there? Only because Heero had told
him it was. What reason did he have to trust the vampire? A realization
dawned on Duo then, and he didn't like the implications of it. Didn't
like them one bit.
A small whisper ghosted through Duo's mind, so small it was almost lost
in Duo's thoughts. He wasn't even sure why he did notice it, but there
was no mistaking what it was. The touch was so familiar, comforting almost.
Without opening his eyes, Duo smiled.
"Hello, Heero," he said quietly, his hand still wrapped loosely around
the gold cross at his neck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wufei: That was disgusting.
Trowa: I already said that.
Quatre: What the hell were you thinking!? Why didn't I get Duo? You didn't
even let me KISS him!
Duo: Yeah! What the hell is up with that?
Blue: *thinking* Uhh . . . anticipation makes everything so much better!
Heero: Not a good cover up.
Blue: Shut up.
Duo: She said mmph!
Quatre: *whispering to Duo* If he kills her, there's no more fic.
Blue: S'right! No messing with the author.
Wufei: Power abusive onna . . . .
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