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Dark + Part Four
"You don't know of what
you speak," the voice within the recesses of Heero's mind murmured
as his own lips moved on the words, echoing dully in his ears. Heero stared
into the braided boy's violet eyes, as his mouth parted on a shuddery
breath. His sharp blue gaze following Duo's every slight movement, devouring
him from a distance. That soft, chestnut hair flowed around him, framing
his face like a cloud of silk, hopelessly tangled where Heero's hands
had previously been buried. Amethyst eyes were gazing intently back at
Heero from behind the thick fringe of his eye lashes, a strange light
glittering in their depths.
The slight boy took a step toward Heero, stopping before him, wavering
on his feet as the vibrant glow left his eyes. He suddenly fell forward,
landing hard on his knees, the impact sending a visible jolt up his spine.
His eyes lifted to Heero's, dulled with confusion, searching the other
man's face, his body swaying precariously on his knees. "Heero?"
he voice was weak, wispy, and Heero stiffened at his name, his cobalt
gaze moving to meet Duo's, taking the vision in hungrily.
"Heero, why..? I feel..." I groan broke away from pursed lips
and the boy lost his balance, falling limply against Heero's chest. Heero's
arms found themselves wrapping around the boy against Heero's wishes,
hoping to calm the violent tremors wracking the Duo's slight frame.
::Do you see? His body has had a taste of what it's like... and it wishes
for more. Only now--::
"No," Heero growled, fighting against the voice, cradling the
braided boy against his chest as he stood. And for once the voice remained
Heero moved quietly out of the alcove between the two buildings his feet
automatically taking him to the place where Duo lived. He moved quickly
around the sharp corner jutting out before the steep stairway that lead
to the room Duo lived in.
"You there! What're ya doing on my prop'ty, eh?" a gruff voice
called out, stopping Heero in his tracks before he was halfway up the
steps. The dark-haired man turned slowly, pressing the shuddering boy
in his arms against his chest almost protectively, his pulse skipping
when Duo burrowed unconsciously closer into Heero's cold flesh.
Heero stared down at the gnarled old man at the base of the stairs, his
lips twisting in slight scorn of his haggard appearance. "This boy
needs a bed, he lives here," the cobalt eyed man said quietly, but
his dark voice carried clearly down to the other.
"Not anymore, 'e doesn't," the man snorted, crossing his arms
over his chest. "Got nothing ta pay me wi', ye see? He'll be fired
first thin' tomorrow, like as not, an' I kicked him out as soon as his
previous guest left," hr peered up at Heero, rheumy eyes squinting.
"Come ta think of it, woul' you be --"
"No," Heero cut in, his blue eyes glinting with disgust as the
man shrugged and continued.
"S'a good boy, never late wi' the pay, din' want ta have to make
'im leave, but I have to think about my family, see?"
"Of course," Heero murmured evenly, starting back down the stairs
with an almost defeated air, brushing past the bent landlord dismissively.
::No way around it, is there now? There is naught you can do. This is
fated. He is fated.:: the voice decided to pipe up, willowy pitch
curving sardonically. A musical smirk.
Heero shook his head, his teeth clenching with the effort to remain determined
to ignore the voice as he moved down the street, his steady steps carrying
him toward the sprawling stone manor at the edge of the small village.
Huge, wrought iron spikes formed a looming fence, framing the stone workmanship
of the house, clocking it in spindly shadows. The curved entrance swung
open with the loud groan of rusting hinges as Heero shoved it away from
its loose lock, moving quickly past into a barren, dusty courtyard.
A short path of cracked, stone cobbles lead directly to the steel bolted
oaken door to the manor. The huge metal gate swung shut with an echoing
bang, it's lock clanking into place as Heero pushed through the door.
The overwhelming chill hit him as soon as he stepped through the gaping
portal into the pitch blackness of his home.
He turned, shutting the heavy wooden door solidly, the moved swiftly,
easily through the darkness to the stairwell directly to his right. His
pace sped up as the slight tremors coursing through the slender boy turned
violent, a moan trembling from those invitingly kiss-bruised lips as Duo
thrashed against his chest.
::Your little pet is getting frantic, perhaps you should give him what
he needs..?:: the voice asked smoothly, an eyebrow visibly raising in
the back of Heero's mind.
Heero growled, pushing the voice back, refusing to give in to it in his
own home. His arms tightened around Duo, his resolve quickening when the
boy pressed a chilled cheek into Heero's even colder chest, a small sigh
puffing warmly through the material of his tunic as Duo calmed finally.
Heero shouldered his way past a door and into his bedchamber, the only
livable room in the house. Pausing before the four poster bed dominating
the middle of the room, he allowed a soft sigh to work its way from between
his lips, relishing the feel of the small boy in his arms, swearing it
would be the last time he would allow himself to touch Duo. So innocent...
Pure, kind, caring... He could not harm that.
Clenching his jaw, he laid the boy gently down onto his feather mattress
of his bed, quickly covering the slight body with the coverlet resting
there. He moved off the raised dias the bed sat off, quickly building
a fire in the fireplace, then turned back, his gaze sweeping over the
pale form now lit beautifully with dancing light, dark blue fire softening
softly at the way Duo curled into the warmth the bed offered.
::Your house, your bed... Tempting. ...tempting.:: the following chuckle
seemed to ring off the walls surrounding him, not merely the confines
of his own mind.
Heero turned away from the now peacefully sleeping form on his bed with
a snarl, stalking out over the room on nearly silent feet. How much longer
could he resist?
"Not much longer at all, I'm afraid," a familiarly taunting
voice whispered through the hall. Heero spun around, a set of pale silver
eyes catching his cobalt immediately, capturing, holding him firmly in
place, his muscles locking as a teasing smile curved bloodless lips.
Warm... so warm... Duo pushed his nose into the warm mattress beneath
him, breathing in deeply the startlingly rich scent of sandalwood and
jasmine clinging to the sheets. Violet eyes blinked open fuzzily, his
pert nose crinkling at the sudden light. Then he shot up, taking in his
surroundings, suddenly alert. "Where..?" He stood and padded
quietly to the door, noting with not a bit of distaste his unbound hair
as it enveloped his slight frame.
Heero struggled against the force pulling him after the retreating form
before him, fighting against the haze that threatened to take over his
senses. They were traveling down a darkly lit corridor Heero had not even
known existed in his own home, their destination at the end of the all
in the form of a steepled doorway.
Dark blue eyes tried their hardest to bore holes in the back of the man's
head, glaring as he stopped and turned to Heero, blue black hair falling
loosely into piercing silver eyes. "Calm," the smooth voice
whispered and Heero felt his stiffened muscles relaxing against his will.
"Now that we can clearly see who owns who..." the pale lips
moved fluidly over the words as the man walked closer to Heero. He was
familiar but Heero could swear in all of the long years he had lived he
had never once met him face to face. "...you shall turn back. And
do as I say. Without question. From now forward."
Heero felt himself nod on some fogged level of awareness, his mind never
actually acknowledging the words. "Good," the man whispered,
so close now his lips brushed over Heero's cheekbone with the word. The
fine sculpted face tilted back, raven hair falling out of silver eyes
like liquid as the man nodded slightly, causing Heero to turn. "Your
pet should be near any moment. Can you feel him?" a finger grazed
up the back over Heero's neck, a shiver coursing up Heero's spine as he
took a step forward, then another, heading back done the long passageway.
Duo peered around a doorjamb, his eyes widening enormously on the rows
upon rows of bookshelves that were revealed. He stumbled through the door,
gazing in open adoration at the various titles etched into the binding
of each tomb. "No house this big anywhere in town... no one with
enough money for all of this... must be that old estate at the outskirts
of the village," Duo muttered to himself, idly brushing a lock of
hair behind his ear, uncaring how he sounded. He was alone after all.
"Shit. I thought this place was abandoned. Everyone did. So how am
I here?" he frowned, trying to remember what had happened. Getting
evicted was clear enough... but then everything was a cloudy blank. Maybe
The violet eyed boy whirled around, nearly colliding with the solid chest
so close behind him, wide eyes looking up. "Wha --"
He was so close, the warmth radiating off of his flesh burning into Heero's
cold chest. "Wha --"
Heero shook his head, a small smile quirking his lips as he lifted a hand,
tapping a finger against Duo's lips, halting his words.
::Time enough --::
"-- for words later, wouldn't you say, Duo?"
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