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Medallion: Part the Second
Incubi in My Bed
Duo crashed onto his bed, sighing
in content as his head hit the pillow. The monkey suit was laying in a
heap on the floor, and even though he knew he ought to hang it up so it
wouldn't look like an old, wrinkled chimp when he took it back to the
rental place in the morning, he couldn't be bothered. He hadn't even had
the energy to pull on his sleep shirt. The weather was still warm enough
to get away with sleeping au natural, though he wouldn't be able to say
that in a week or two. Autumn was in the air, and soon he'd be into another
cold, lonely winter.
He reached up to flip on the light next to his bed. The coin he'd taken
from Relena's study lay on the night stand. He picked it up, rolling to
his side to hold it under the light. He'd been right - the coin was old.
In fact, he wasn't even sure it was a coin. It didn't look like any of
the old coins he'd seen when Zechs had dragged him to museums. It was
extremely heavy. Too heavy to be a coin. Maybe it was some kind of ancient
medallion or medal.
One side was so worn he couldn't make out what had been etched on it.
Some kind of writing he thought, but it was no longer legible. The other
side, however, hardly had any signs of wear and tear. When he tilted it
into the light, he gasped and nearly dropped it.
It was a portrait of a man reclining on a divan. A very handsome man.
A very handsome naked man. Duo had to wipe the thin string of drool
that escaped the corner of his mouth. Whoever the artist was had been
a masterful genius. The medallion was so incredibly detailed, Duo could
almost see the man's muscles rippling under his smooth silver skin. He
had a slight exotic look to him, almost Asian, with bed-tousled hair and
a "come fuck me" expression on his little silver face. One arm was stretched
above his head, hanging off the divan. The other was resting on his stomach,
right above his...
Duo swallowed and had to remind himself that breathing was a good thing.
The artist hadn't skimped on the details. The man's cock lay heavy against
his belly, engorged and ready for some lucky lover. Duo licked his lips,
letting his own hand slide down his stomach, cupping his growing erection
as he stared at the man on the medallion. He stroked himself to full hardness,
his mouth falling open as if he could take that perfect cock into it.
He pictured himself swirling his tongue over the head, lapping up the
seeping fluid before taking the man whole in his mouth. He could almost
feel his jaw stretch as he tried to take the man in. His hand moved up
and down rapidly as he felt his imaginary lover's hands bury themselves
in his hair, whispering to him in an unknown language, urging him to take
more of his cock down his throat.
He could hear the man moan - or was it his own voice? He rolled onto his
back, spreading his legs, offering himself to the man on the silver couch.
He couldn't take his eyes off the medallion. He heard the man call out
his name, felt his fingers tighten in his hair. Duo stiffened as he felt
his imaginary lover arch his back, crying out and spilling himself deep,
deep into Duo's mouth...
Duo let out a strangle cry, dropping the coin as his own orgasm overtook
him and he came hard, stringy drops of seed clinging to his chest and
spurting him on the chin.
"Feh!" He wiped his mouth with his non-sticky hand and collapsed back
against the pillows, breathing hard and staring dazedly at the ceiling.
Damn. That had been intense. His fantasies didn't usually get that real
and usually involved a bottle of hand lotion and a copy of "How the West
Was Hung." He threw an arm over his eyes, breathed in deep and exhaled
with laughter. Zechs was right. He really did need to get laid. Jerking
off to a piece of cold, hard metal was not his idea of a good time, no
matter how enjoyable it had been. And that only made him laugh even more
when he tried to picture Relena's face if she ever found out. Her face
would turn so red her head might explode.
Still chuckling at the image of Relena's head doubling as one of Gallagher's
watermelons, he reached over to grab some tissues in an attempt to clean
himself off. He tossed them to the floor when he was done, then rolled
over, snuggling down under the sheets. He picked up the coin and looked
at it again, tracing the outline of the man on the divan. He brought it
to his lips and kissed it, then feeling foolish, slipped it under his
pillow. Flipping the light off, he fluffed his pillow and closed his eyes.
With any luck, he'd dream about his silver man tonight... even if it meant
having to change the sheets in the morning.
Wet lips pressed against the side of his neck. He moaned, tilting his
head to allow his lover access. He felt a hand pulling at his hair, unbinding
it and combing through it with its fingers. He shivered. He loved it when
they played with his hair. A solid body rolled partly on top of his own,
and he gasped when the fingers left his hair to toy with a nipple. He
eagerly let his legs fall open as a hard, muscled thigh slipped between
them, pressing against his groin.
"Oh..." It was all he could say, drifting in his half-dream state.
"Allow me to pleasure you," a voice whispered silkily into his ear, the
accent sending shivers down his spine.
"Mmm..." The hand abandoned his nipple and traveled down his side, over
his lip and down his leg to lift his knee. Duo curled around his lover,
clinging fast. When the wandering hand reached underneath him, seeking
hidden places, he jumped... cracking his head against the headboard.
"Ow!" His eyes flew open and he reached up to rub his head. Damn it! He
wanted to cry, and not just from the bump on his head. Just when the dream
was getting good...
"Are you all right?" his dream lover asked, breathing heavily into his
"Kyah!!" Duo threw himself across the bed only to get his feet tangled
in the sheets and his hair caught under the heavy weight of... whoever
it was in his bed. He toppled over, crying out as he was sent ass over
ear off the bed, landing on his back which caused all the air to leave
his body in a whoosh.
He lay there, stupefied, staring at the ceiling, thinking he really ought
to respackle someday, his arms stretched out on either side of them and
his legs still caught in the sheets.
A dark shadow blocked his view of the ceiling as it leaned over the edge
of the bed to look down at him. Duo blinked up at him. In the dim light
from the streetlamp outside, he could see the other blinking down at him.
Neither of them said anything for a moment. Then the figure moved, reaching
a hand down to him.
"Let's get you back into bed," he said, his voice sliding over Duo's bare
skin like silk.
Unfortunately for the stranger, Duo had never cared much for silk. Too
girly. He screamed again, kicking his way free of the sheets and scrambling
to his feet. He felt around the night stand, almost knocking his lamp
over as he fumbled for the switch. As soon as the light flooded the room,
Duo grabbed his phone, holding it out in front of him as if to ward the
stranger off like some vampire slayer of the cellular age.
"Who the fuck are you?" he shouted, his hair falling in a tangled mass
in front of him.
"I am yours."
The stranger moved more fully into the light and for the second time that
night, Duo had his breath stolen from him. The man was gorgeous. Blue
eyes stared intensely at him from the slightly exotic features of his
handsome face. Chocolate brown hair fell at odd angles around his face,
making him look wanton. His trim, fit body positively gleamed in the light,
muscles moving sinuously beneath olive skin. The man was utterly... fuckable.
Duo scrambled for the sheet on the floor to cover himself before he embarrassed
"Okay, buddy. You've got three seconds to get outta my apartment or I'm
gonna call the cops and maybe the National Guard on your... round... firm...
ass..." Duo found it hard to breathe again as the man slid off the bed
to stand in front of him. A strangled sound slipped from his throat as
his eyes drifted south.
"You do not wish me to pleasure you?" the man asked, sounding confused.
Duo had to remind himself the man had a face. He snapped his eyes up,
trying to remember what he'd just said. "Uh... where was I?"
"I believe your exact words were, Gah bibble,'" the man replied,
moving toward him.
"Huh? Oh!" Duo's knees hit the back of the chair in the corner of his
room and he fell into it, barely missing the family jewels on the arm.
The man knelt in front of him, lifting Duo's bare foot off the floor and
kissed the top before moving to nibble at his ankle.
Duo melted. "Oh god... yes... I mean, no!" He snatched his foot back,
curling it under himself. "Who are you?"
"I am Heero. And for the next month, I am yours, to use in any way you
will have me."
Duo almost bit through his lip at the mental images rolling through his
mind as the man continued to kneel gloriously naked before him.
"Is this Zechs' idea of a joke?"
"I do not know this Zechs.'" Heero said, leaning into him. "I am
"Incubus? Is that the name of a band?" The man looked familiar. Perhaps
he'd been one of the musicians at Relena's party.
Heero's hands found Duo's other leg and he used his fingers to ghost a
path up Duo's calf. Duo shivered, mesmerized by the heat in the other
"No, I am an incubus, a cursed being. You have freed me from my prison
and I am yours to do with what you will for one cycle of the moon." The
hands slipped under the sheet.
"F-freed you? From what?" It was getting damn hard to think with the temperature
of the room rising.
"From the medallion. I am its slave."
Duo blinked at him, then shouted, jumping to his feet and dislodging the
man's hand. "You're the guy on the coin!"
"What the... how the... holy fuck!"
The man rose to his feet in one smooth motion, grabbing Duo by the arms
and pulling him close. Duo groaned aloud as he felt Heero's obvious -
way obvious - desire against his hip. The man dipped his head to suckle
on Duo's shoulder.
"And fuck is what I wish to do. I can assure you that I am a most... capable
Duo let his knees buckle. He slumped against Heero, then let himself drop
to the floor. Heero was on him in an instant, pushing him back to lie
on the ground.
"Oh no you don't, Coin Boy!" Duo rolled, putting some distance between
himself and the incubus. "I want to know where you came from and what
you're doing here. I'm in no mood to be fucked with."
Heero's eyes dropped to where the sheet had slipped. "I do believe that
Duo cursed and adjusted the sheet, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.
"Who are you really?"
The man - incubus - whatever - sighed, looking vaguely disappointed. He
sat back against the bed, not in the least bit body shy as he made no
move to cover himself. Duo was having a hard time not letting his eyes
"My name is Heero Yuy. I was born in Phoenicia over a century before your
Christ was born."
"Wait, wait," Duo interrupted, confused. "You mean to tell me you're over..."
"Two thousand years old? Yes."
"Damn." Duo sat back. "Uh, you've aged well. You don't look a day over
uh... a thousand."
Heero inclined his head toward Duo. "Thank you."
"I was a shipwright. I built boats. I was commissioned to build a ship
for a noblewoman - a sorceress. I came to realize she had more interest
in me than in her ship. When I rejected her offer to share her bed, she
cursed me. The medallion became my home. I became a slave."
Duo nodded. That's how it always went in the storybooks. "She was a hag,
right? Bet she had a wart as big as a quarter on her nose." He couldn't
believe the guy was able to tell him this cockamamie tale - naked - with
a straight face.
"On the contrary, she was the most beautiful woman on the three continents."
"Why'd you turn her down then?"
The man - Heero - walking sex on legs - blushed. "I... do not care for
the pleasures of... women."
"Oh." He thought about it for a minute. "Oh!"
"Yes. Because I preferred the company of men, she cursed me to become
slave to women, pleasuring them in all the ways I knew how, becoming their
slave for one month's time before I returned to my metal prison."
"But... I'm not a woman," Duo replied.
Heero smirked, raking his gaze over Duo's form. "I noticed. You have no
idea how pleased I was to find myself in a man's bed tonight." He got
to his knees and crawled toward Duo. "An extremely... beautiful... man."
He hovered over Duo and licked his lips.
"I'm going to be an extremely pissed off man if you don't back off, buddy."
Heero's shoulders slumped in defeat and he sat back. Duo could have sworn
he was pouting. He looked around, then reached for the phone from where
it had fallen on the floor.
"Will you be calling the National Guard after all?" the man asked, looking
"Worse," Duo replied, pressing his speed dial. "Ex-boyfriend."
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