Pairing: 1x2x1
Category: AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language, blood, supernatural.
Spoilers: *snicker* Yeah, right.

Note: Still for Stace, 'cuz I still lurves her. *grin* Huge thanks to Pond, who helped immensely when it came to setting the atmosphere and not driving myself insane. Beta'ed by suzu, who's still heavily medicated, but not quite as much. I think they should up the dosage, personally. *snicker* I should also make a point of saying that I'm not trying to be original here, not covering any ground that hasn't been trodden into mud before. I wrote this because I enjoy the premise, I simply chose to inflict my drivel upon the rest of you. Mwaha.

Blurry Moon
Part Two
by Blue Soaring

Duo's presence affected me more than I cared to admit, his voice falling smoothly from his lips and trailing down my spine. "Let go," I growled, more irritated at my reaction to him than anything else.

His nose nuzzled behind my ear and I felt the puff of heated air when he laughed quietly. "You came to me, Heero."

"You called me," I said, shocked when I realized that I believed my own words. I honestly thought that my restlessness and subsequent forays outside were Duo's doing. I had to be losing my mind.

I felt Duo tense and freeze, going completely still behind me. The only way I knew he was still there was because he was touching me. "And what if I did?" he said after a short pause.

I was stiff in his arms, trying to figure out for myself just what was going on. Why had that surprised him? Maybe I was wrong about him, but something told me that I wasn't. "Why?" I asked at length. "You told me to stay away from the night." It sounded odd as I said it.

"I did," he agreed. "You didn't listen, and I think I already told you what I wanted."

I ground my teeth together. "It's not my choice to be here." Though if I had stayed in the apartment any longer, I would have been up for homicide charges at best.

"But you had to come." It wasn't a question.

I nodded curtly, answering anyway. Last night I had convinced myself that Duo was nothing more than a crazy stalker. Now I found myself wrapped in his arms and thinking that simply calling him insane and leaving it at that just didn't work.

I turned around in the circle of his arms, I think to tell him once again to get his arms off of me and my words stuck in my throat. His hair was loose, framing his face and flowing down over his shoulders. It fell forward, obscuring his left eye with shadows. His skin was pale and smooth, lips turned up in that pleased little smile that I decided was something completely Duo's own. My eyes trailed down, taking in the snug fit of his clothes and the play of muscles underneath. I jerked my eyes back up to his face knowing that my cheeks were flushed. He raised an eyebrow into a perfect arch, chuckling under his breath. My stomach jerked and I felt my body respond to the sheer sexuality in his voice. I fisted my hands at my sides, hating the fact that I had no control over myself, hating that I reacted this way to the mere sight of him. All I wanted to do right then was punch something.

Duo ran his hands down my arms, lifting my right hand up by the wrist and looking pointedly at it. My skin had turned white, I was clenching my fist so tightly.

"What are you so angry about, Heero?" he asked, voice carefully blank.

It seemed pointless and more than a little embarrassing to admit to him that I was angry with myself. So I settled for, "You."

"Ah," he said, unruffled. He brought his other hand up, cupping my chin and tilting my face upwards so he could look at my eyes.

The questions I had wanted to ask flew from my mind, the cutting words I wanted to say disappeared, all unnoticed. My focus narrowed down to his eyes and the continual shifting between cobalt and indigo in their depths; his voice and the way it wrapped around me. It was like falling into the ocean, being covered completely by the water that seeped into and invaded you, and not caring if you never left it.

"I don't think," he said, his lips close to mine so that they brushed against his as he spoke, "that you are angry with me."

Duo closed the distance between us, covering my lips with his and my eyes slipped closed. They were warm, soft and at first, gentle. Then they firmed, pressing harder, and I felt his arm go around my waist, pulling me tight against him. The hand on my chin slid upward and he tangled his fingers in my hair, shifting my head to the angle that he wanted.

I brought my arms up, laying one on his shoulder, buried in his hair and leaving the other resting against the arm that was low on my waist. His lips parted and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue dance along my lips. I think I moaned softly when he did it again, and then again. Duo tipped my head back, my mouth falling open as I tried to breathe through the feelings roaring through me. He pulled away a little, licking and nibbling at my lips, our breath mingling in the air between us, adding more heat to the already sultry air. Our tongues danced against each other in the small bit of space left between us.

Duo shifted his body against me and I could feel him hot and hard through our clothing. I groaned, my body shuddering in response to his touch. He sucked on my bottom lip, biting gently as I slid my arms around his neck and wrapped his hair around my fingers. It was soft and warm, sliding through my fingers like it was alive. Then I felt a sharp stab of pain, jerking back with my eyes flying open. The strange foggy feeling in my head vanished with the pain. There was a small smudge on Duo's lip; he rolled his lip into his mouth, licking it off. I raised a hand to my own lips and my fingers came away stained red.

"You bit me," I said, stupidly. Of course he bit me, I was bleeding, my lip throbbing. I ran my tongue over it, tasting the bittersweet metallic tang of my own blood. The cut seemed fairly deep. "Bastard," I growled at him, bothered by how Duo's eyes followed the movement of my mouth as I spoke.

He refocused on my face, his eyes gone dark. "You've sought me out twice now. Next time, I'll come to you, and when I do, Heero, I won't let you go."

His scent washed over me in a rush, and he was gone. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and took a deep, steadying breath. People just don't vanish. People don't make you forget everything, even if just for a moment, with a strange look, either.

- - - - - - - - - -

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes looked unnaturally big, shocked and maybe a little scared. I tugged on my lip, wincing at both the quick stab of pain and the size of the wound. I could still taste blood in my mouth, red slowly oozing out of the cut as I prodded at it.

I turned on the tap, splashing my face with cold water and then rinsing out my mouth. The water I spat back out was tinged pink. I braced my hands on the counter, water dripping from my face and landing into the sink with dull little splats.

Duo had said he'd come for me this time, and I really thought he would. He didn't strike me as someone who wouldn't keep a promise like that. Part of me hoped he'd simply vanish under the rock that he'd crawled out from, just like he'd disappeared tonight. I raised my head, blinking owlishly at myself. I had suspicions now, amazingly crazy ones. It couldn't be true, but I had to find out. I dried my hands and marched back out to my bedroom, set on my course of action. But first, I had to get comfortable. It really was too hot for jeans, and besides, I had a fondness for my old pajama pants.

I settled down on the couch, sitting sideways and wearing only my pants, several minutes later with my laptop and a nice cup of coffee, black as I could drink it. It may have been too sticky for jeans, but never for coffee. In my opinion, coffee heals all wounds. Possibly not, though, since my lip was protesting. I decided to ignore it.

I curled one leg under me, tucking my toes into the bend of my other knee and rested my other foot on the floor, the laptop on the couch in front of me. I laid my mug on the coffee table, booted up the computer and then logged onto the net, calling up a search engine. I quickly typed in my query and came up with everything under the sun and then some. I frowned at the screen. This was going to take longer than I thought.

Fifteen minutes and quite a few refined searches later, I had what I was looking for. I read the information, snorting in doubt. Most of this had to be someone's wishful thinking. Still, from what I knew, the rest of it matched Duo perfectly. I closed my eyes and leaned into the couch, resting my cheek on the back.

I had to be losing my mind, the heat in this place must have been baking my brains in my skull. I didn't honestly think that Duo was a vampire, did I? He could have found this information just as easily as I did, and had decided to play a very twisted game. It fit nicely into my little insanity theory, but didn't explain what I had felt or his vanishing act.

I sighed, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes. Maybe next time I saw him I'd just ask him, if I was lucky, he'd give me a straight answer. I dropped my hands down into my lap, opening my eyes and letting out a choked laugh. That had to be the worst idea I'd ever come up with. I shut down the laptop and set it on the table, grabbing my empty mug. I wandered into the kitchen, rinsed it out and left it in the sink. Checking the locks on the door, I finally turned off the lamps in the living room and went to bed. Lying there, in the dark listening to the cars drive by outside, I wondered when I'd see Duo again. I didn't bother with hoping that I'd get a good night's sleep, I knew the night would be filled with sweaty dreams that left me gasping.

- - - - - - - - - -

The next morning seemed brighter than usual as I moved about my apartment getting ready for work. I donned a pair of simple black pants, deep blue dress shirt and a black and blue tie. It all matched a little too well, but it was the only one that really suited this shirt. I hesitated by my dresser, picking up a thin silver chain that I had acquired somewhere along the way. It dangled from my fingers, glinting brightly in the light.

Silver was supposed to hurt vampires, possibly even burn them. I was fairly certain that I had seen a silver earring in Duo's ear at one point in time, though, which did little to support the ridiculous vampire hypothesis. Then again, what harm could wearing the chain do? I almost put it back, snorting at my own foolishness, and instead slipped it around my neck. I tucked it into the shirt, feeling better. I frowned at myself, but left the chain where it was.

If I was going to succumb to my own idiocy, I suppose something like a cross or other holy symbol would have been better; I didn't even consider walking around with garlic stuffed into my pockets. The only reason I could come up with for that working would be that the smell sent everyone, including vampires, running for clearer air. The info I had found last night had specifically said that a cross or its equivalent would only work if I had the faith to back it up, and that was an area in which I was sorely lacking, so the chain would have to do.

- - - - - - - - - -

I spent the entire day jumping at shadows. Even though I had read that vampires can't survive the sun, I didn't know if they could move around during the day or not. I still had serious doubts about the entire vampire thing, anyway, and expected Duo to show up at my office door looking very much alive.

By the time the day came to a close, my nerves were frayed and my temper shorter than usual. I had also convinced myself that I was most definitely insane for even considering Duo was something as far-fetched and fantastic as a creature that went bump in the night. Walking into my apartment and dropping my keys onto the small table into the hall, I cursed myself several different types of a fool. I moved into the bedroom, stripping off my clothes and heading for the shower to get rid of the sticky feeling clinging to my skin. Walking through the humid air was akin to slogging through a bog - it left you feeling covered in grime.

I stayed under the water long after I had washed, just letting it pour over me and cool my skin. I emerged from the stall, dripping water over the tiles, about forty minutes after I got home. Wearing only a towel hitched low on my hips, I went back into my room searching for something comfortable to wear, which automatically translated into pajamas. Sometimes I think I' ve got an unnatural obsession with those. I found a dark blue pair, not quite as good as my favorite red ones, but comfortable all the same.

I was walking back out to the kitchen when my eyes flicked over to the window in the living room. The sun had set and I hadn't even noticed the time pass. I realized that if I thought Duo was really going to show up, it would be now, when the moon was shining cold and clear. He knew where I lived, of that I had no doubt. I stayed standing in the hall, staring out at the night for a long time before I finally got a hold of myself. I snorted quietly and turned away.

It was past midnight, and I lay wide awake in my bed, arms folded behind my head. The silver chain was still around my neck, cold against my skin. As the night wore on, I had gotten more and more . . . something. In the harsh light of day, it was easy to talk myself into believing whatever I wanted, but in the night, with the close air wrapping darkness around me, it wasn't nearly half as simple. Now, I had no idea what to believe or what the hell was wrong with me. Only children stayed awake at night fearing what might crawl out from under their beds or from inside their closets, so why was my heart beating so fast?

I must have drifted off soon after that. Another vivid dream woke me up at what seemed like a very short time later, leaving me burning, breathless and hard. I lay still, trying to slow my pulse when I felt the touch of Duo's eyes on me.

"I told you I would come," he said, his voice low and filled with something wicked.

I sat up slowly in the bed and saw him standing at the foot of it, just out of the light that managed to seep through my curtains. Looking up at him, I felt horribly vulnerable and some part of me that I'd rather had stayed hidden told me that I didn't hate it.

"I know," I said, trying to stop the shiver that passed over me. "How did you get in?"

I saw the white flash of his teeth as he smiled and answered, "You invited me in."

I gave him a blank look.

Duo moved closer to the bed, passing through the dim light, until his legs touched the light sheet that I had thrown over me. "You were waiting for me, Heero, calling me the same way you say I had called you."

That made me frown, I hadn't done anything resembling that. I had been dreading the fact that he might show up tonight . . . that's what I kept telling myself. Maybe I could admit that mixed in with that dread there had been a macabre sense of anticipation, that I might have wanted him to come. Regardless, I did nothing to discourage him, merely sat there and let him move closer.

When he was standing directly beside the left side of my bed, I looked up, trying to focus anywhere but his face. If what I had read was right, his eyes were something I should avoid, along with his voice, but short of stuffing my fingers in my ears, I didn't have much choice there.

The mattress shifted with his weight as he sat down and I looked determinedly at his shoulder. The quiet sound of his laughter echoed in my head as he reached out and slowly drew a finger along the line of my collarbone, ending at the tiny glint of silver. I was discovering just how hard it was to stare at someone's neck and retain even a shred of confidence.

"Have you been reading tales?" Duo asked me, fingering the metal. "It doesn 't matter," he continued, not waiting for a response. "You've already decided what will happen."

His sheer arrogance annoyed me, and I answered with a grunt, my voice bitter. "I have, have I? Then tell me what I've decided."

"You're fighting it now just to prove that you can, Heero. You're stubborn." The mattress shifted again as he leaned closer. "Avoiding my eyes, wearing silver, you know what I am, and yet here you are, tolerating my touch, eager for it."

I sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth and released it slowly, but still not denying anything.

He touched my chin, tilting my head up and I felt beyond silly with my eyes firmly focused on his chest. "Do you honestly believe that I'm here to hurt you?"

I turned that thought over in my head, finally settling on, "No, not to hurt. At least, to you, it wouldn't be."

Duo made a small sound of disapproval, letting his hand fall away from my face to press against my chest, fingers splayed cool and pale on my skin. Slowly, he pushed me back down onto the bed. I resisted at first, but his hand was firm and he was stronger than I could ever be. When my head touched the pillow, he slid down, settling the length of his body beside me, the fingers of one hand playing with my chain. I put one arm across my stomach. The arm closest to him was awkwardly trapped between us, but he didn't seem to mind. I did. I gave him a meaningful nudge, and he predictably ignored it.

"It hurts a little, like water that's only a bit too hot," he said, answering my unspoken question concerning the chain. He brought his face down to my neck, ghosting his tongue over the pulse there and let the chain fall back against my skin.

I turned my face toward him, blocking what I thought was going to happen. He lifted his face, bringing his lips close so that they brushed mine as he spoke. "I don't want to bleed you," he whispered. It sounded like there should have been more added to that sentence, like he had deliberately left something out. Something like 'not yet'.

I shuddered, taking another deep breath and filling my nose with the scent of storm winds. I had the urge to look out the window, expecting to see dark clouds gathered in the sky even though I knew what I was smelling had nothing to do with the weather. Closing my eyes seemed to be the only way to avoid his gaze at that point in time, and that didn't strike me as a very intelligent thing to do, but if I had to choose between not seeing him and mind tricks, I'd take the former. Though neither option was really good.

"If I promise not to catch you with my eyes, will you look at me?" Duo asked, sliding his hand down my side to rest on my stomach.

I felt stupid lying there with my eyes closed, as if it would make the monsters disappear. Not stupid enough to believe him, though. "I don't trust you," I said, glad that my voice came out steady. He was trailing his fingers leisurely over my skin, very close to the low waistline of my pants and it was doing nothing to keep me focused, which was probably exactly what he wanted.

"I give you my word, Heero. Let me see your eyes." He moved his face back, giving me a small bit of space.

If he had said that classic vampire cliché, I would have laughed in his face. Instead, I very slowly opened my eyes, still trying to avoid looking directly at his eyes. I didn't trust him quite that much. Duo left his hand on my stomach, raising the other to gently trace the features of my face. He cupped my cheek, running his thumb over my eyebrows, down my nose and across my lips and curled his fingers over my jaw. He was learning, memorizing.

"I'm very glad you searched for me," he said, pressing his thumb over my mouth when I started to protest. "Regardless of what you think, that's what you did. You were restless that day, agitated, annoyed. Edgy. And when night came, you had to meet it."

I wanted to ask how he knew that, but it meant admitting that he was right. I wasn't about to do that yet, I was too stubborn and besides, I still thought he was the one who caused it to happen in the first place.

"I felt the same," he continued, and it roughly answered my question, making me wonder again if he might be able to pick my thoughts out of my head. "Every day, I wait for night to fall, but it was different then. The need was overpowering, urgent."

His fingers were still unhurriedly exploring me, tracing over my ribs and the tiny scar on my side that I've had since childhood. I couldn't even remember how I got it. Duo seemed fascinated, running his forefinger over it again and again as he watched.

He glanced up, meeting my eyes and I didn't look away in time. There was no compulsion in them, no hint of power, just the unbelievable vibrant color. I tried to look away and found that I could, easily. I felt some of the tension ease out of my shoulders, he was behaving, at least for now.

Something passed over his face, dark and sinful. He moved his face close, closer and then covered my lips with his, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I was so startled at first that I let him and when my brain finally caught up to me, I was enjoying the slide of his tongue over mine too much to protest. I blinked lazily and let my eyes close. He was warm, delicious and greedy, tasting every corner of my mouth and coaxing my tongue into the sensuous dance. I moaned into his mouth, tipping my head back and blindly groping for the hand that had stilled on my chest. I wrapped my fingers with his and let him take what he wanted.

He slipped his leg between mine, pulling us closer. I could feel him hard and hot through my clothes and the thin sheet. I started pushing at the cloth, trying to get rid it. He released my hand and rolled away long enough to tug the sheet away, then moved back, fusing our lips back together and dragging his hand up my thigh to wrap his fingers around mine again. Duo rocked against me, pressing his erection into my hip. I started turning towards him when I felt something sharp against my lip. Managing to free my right arm, I laid it flat against his chest, pushing him back a little. He let me and I ran my tongue over my lips, waiting for my voice to work right.

"Wait," I finally said, my voice rough with sex.

Duo was looking at me with eyes gone drowning blue; the irises had bled into the whites of his eyes until he looked blind. I swallowed, my throat tight and dry, and faced what was irrefutable evidence that Duo wasn't human. I looked down, searching for what I had felt, and saw the tiniest hint of fang behind his parted lips. I don't know how I succeeded in overlooking it before, but now that I knew it was there, I couldn't miss it.

I glanced back up at his eyes; he was perfectly still, waiting for me to do something. I moved my hand from his chest, brought it close to his lips and halted. I rubbed my thumb and forefinger together nervously while I debated what I was about to do. Then I touched just the tip of my finger against the tooth; I had to slide it between his lips to do it.

I should have been revolted, disgusted, or at the very least disturbed by it, but I felt none of those things. I was . . . curious. I started to take my finger away, then changed my mind. I ran it over his lips, watching Duo's face. Then, very deliberately, I dragged my finger over the edge of his fang, cutting myself. The pain was sharp and immediate. I ignored it and continued pushing my finger into his mouth.

Duo's grip on my hand tightened, a surprised but unmistakably pleased sound emanating from the back of his throat. His left hand grabbed my wrist, holding me; his tongue rough as he ran it over the ragged cut. Suddenly, he rolled over me, straddling my hips and pushing both hands above my head, holding them there. He stared down at me, a red stain on his lip and panting heavily. His tongue darted out to swipe it away and something caught in my throat. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest.

"Why did you do that?" he demanded, his voice low, husky. It made me shiver as it rubbed over the length of my body, caressing me where I wanted his hands to follow.

I tried to shrug, but with my hands pinned above my head I ended up just rubbing against Duo. I paused while tiny jolts of pleasure rode through me and heard Duo groan softly, also affected.

"You offered me blood, Heero, you offered it freely."

I nodded, understanding that it was serious, but completely lost as to what it meant.

Duo released my wrists and I left them there, intent on the feeling of him dragging his palms down my arms. He cupped the back of my head in both hands, running his fingers through my short hair and finally tipping my head back so that my neck was exposed. My heart gave up trying to get out through my chest and instead jumped up into the back of my throat as he ran his hands lightly down the column to where my heart pounded. He rubbed the flat of his hands over my nipples, making me suck in another sharp breath of air. His eyes locked on mine, he bent his head and took one deep into his mouth.

A small sound escaped me as he tried to drag me deeper, sucking and licking at the tiny nub of flesh until I was gasping. Each swipe of his tongue sent pleasure driving through me, arcing straight to my groin. He shifted above me, settling lower and bringing one leg in between mine to press against my arousal. The heavy heat of his burned into me and I moved against him, finally letting myself cry out.

Duo growled, a genuine trickling growl that started deep inside him and spilled out of his mouth. He pulled me deeper, deep enough to feel his fangs digging into my skin just this side of drawing blood. When his mouth pulled away, the air in the room felt cool against my wet flesh.

My eyes were heavy. I reached down, sliding my hands over his clothed shoulders and down his back, balling the shirt into my fists and tugged. I pulled until my fingers met smooth skin, caressing every inch of him that I could reach. Duo slipped the shirt over his head in one smooth movement, muscles rippling, flexing just beneath his skin. He was pale, pale and perfect, a statue carved from alabaster, his nipples a dusky brown. I struggled to rise and wrap my arms around him, but my legs were trapped under his. Moving with unnatural fluidity, like a cat, he moved so I could get to my knees. Now that I was vertical and facing him, I hesitated.

Duo made my decision for me, closing the distance between us, his hands on my hips and kissing me, feeding on my lips like he would eat me from the mouth down. His chest pressed against me, smooth skin sliding against smooth skin, slick with sweat. I slid my arms around him, tracing over the play of muscles in his back and dipping my fingers past his pants, just brushing his ass.

He growled again, the sound trailing off into a groan as he pushed his hips into me and sent sparks singing along my nerves. He did it again, then again, letting one hand slip between us and knead me through the thin pants. I tossed my head back, breaking our kiss and groaned throatily, my fingers digging into his back. He worked me slowly, sliding his palm over my length and then squeezing lightly, releasing, and squeezing tighter. My hands slid up his back to his shoulders, trying to hold myself upright as he relentlessly pleasured me.

Duo paused, stilling his hand over my cock. I moaned, the sound pitiful in my own ears. Effortlessly, he turned me around, then sat back on his feet. He pulled me against him, my back to him and slid his arm under mine, wrapping it around my chest. His fingers grazed my nipple, the sensitized flesh sending more jolts through me. Duo's other hand dipped low, trailing down my stomach, curling in the thin trail of hair that began just below my navel and then moving lower, sliding into my pants.

I grabbed his wrist, stopping him. He froze instantly, going perfectly still behind me. I shook my head and reached down, lifting my hips and pushing my pajamas down to my knees. I had to use my feet to get them the rest of the way off. Naked, I put one leg on either side of his, straddling him on my knees with my back still to him. I could feel him throb against me, hot enough to burn through his pants, the only barrier left.

Duo drew in a deep, ragged breath, looking down over my shoulder at my displayed body. He closed his eyes, burying his nose behind my ear and taking another deep breath. His eyes opened again, the hand that wasn't supporting me copying its earlier path, only this time wrapping around the base of my erection. A fine tremble ran through me, and I felt Duo's body echo the movement. I saw him glance at my face through the corner of his eye, then look back down to where he held me, the paleness of his hand emphasized by my darker skin tone. Torturously slow, he ran his hand up the length of my cock. My breath came out in a long sigh.

Duo parted his legs, settling me between them and I set my own legs out in front of me, feet resting on the bed and knees bent. I leaned back against him, his other hand joining the first. Resting my own hands on his thighs, I breathed deeply and inhaled his scent. One of his hands gripped the base, the other trailed up the bottom of my cock, stopping to gather the drop of fluid that leaked out of the tip. I caught my breath, bit my lip. He spread the tiny bit of liquid around the head, making the muscles in my stomach and thighs jerk. The other hand slid upward, forcing more liquid out, which Duo again gathered and spread lower. He repeated it a few times, each time making me tense and my vision blur momentarily, until I had to close my eyes and was slick and hot in his hands. My breathing was shallow, frantic, my chest quickly rising up and down.

"I will take you, Heero," he said, hands alternately gliding up and down my erection, sending the pleasure flowing through me spiraling higher. "I've tasted you." His breath was hot where it brushed over my ear, his words making me moan again.

I groaned in response and felt one of his hands leave me. I opened my eyes in time to see his finger slip past his lips as he licked the fluid, but I knew that wasn't what he meant. He meant my blood, but he'd tasted me in so many different ways now - my blood, my skin, my mouth, me; he knew me.

Duo laid his finger against my lips, wet with my own liquid and his saliva, and I opened my mouth for him. He pushed just the tip in, his other hand never stilling in its slow movement. I licked the wet digit, watching his face. He sucked in a sharp breath, withdrawing his finger, a slight tremor in his arm.

"You'll offer it to me again if I ask," he said, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers before trailing lower. "Won't you? I'll taste you again." The velvet caress of his voice reached deeper inside me, stroking through my mind and body.

Both of his hands were between my legs now, one cupping and squeezing my balls, dipping lower to rub hard against the soft patch of skin just below it only to return seconds later; the other steadily stroking my length, bringing me higher toward orgasm. I writhed against him, feeling his arousal pulse against me. The thought made me shake, made me press harder against him.

"Yes," I hissed, clenching my hands in the blanket as he worked the head of my erection, stopping just before the sensation could become painful. "You didn't . . . have to ask, to know that," I said, panting.

"I will take you," he breathed.

"Yes!" My voice came out as a strangled cry as I felt something clench tight low in my body, heat gathering and gathering to where Duo's hands slid over my slick flesh. My mouth open, I gasped for air; let my head fall back on Duo's shoulder and buried a hand in that luxurious hair.

"I will make you mine," he said with a growl and my body arched against him.

I felt myself go, falling over the edge into orgasm with a scream torn from my throat. It rode me, overwhelming my senses until my world had narrowed down to my own blinding pleasure and the hardness of Duo behind me. I cried out, screaming his name, screaming oaths to gods I didn't believe in, and spilled myself over his hands; he spread it over my throbbing length, making me shout again as he forced every thing I had from me.

I collapsed on him, my body sticky and sated. His lips brushed my cheek and I turned into him, let him steal the last of my breath with a bruising kiss. He touched my thigh softly, almost comfortingly, and settled us down on the bed side by side. The last thing I remember is him leaning over me, his eyes glittering but once again back to normal, and a whispered word, ". . . mine."

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