by Blue Soaring
I awoke with the memory of Duo's body against my skin so strong that I
reached out for him, startled when my hand met empty air. The memory faded
slowly, lingering while I shook the last remnants of sleep from my mind. I
rolled over, blinking sleep from my eyes and checked the time. It was
quarter past six and the sun was already staining the sky red, the promise
of yet another stifling day heavy in the air. I took a deep breath and
could still smell Duo's scent on my sheets. The memory of his touch flooded
back with the smell and for a moment I was drowning in pure, unadulterated
Running my hands briskly through my hair, I shifted to the edge of the bed
and stood. The pile of clothes by my door was missing, the red pants laid
neatly on top of the chair by the bureau. I walked over and stood looking
down at them, my fingers itching to pick them up and see if his scent
lingered there, too.
Duo had gotten under my skin, crawled straight into my mind until my
thoughts centered on him and my own near uncontrollable want. I couldn't
focus on my work; I sat in my office, staring at the computer screen and my
mind was nowhere near where it needed to be. Lunch came and went, and the
biggest thing on my mind was if Duo would come to me tonight or if I would
go to him. I would have been lying to myself if I said that if he didn't
show up on my doorstep, I wouldn't go looking for him instead. I didn't
doubt that he had an agenda, I just wished I knew what it was.
I stared out the window and rose from my chair. The glass was like molten
metal under my palm when I touched it. I stood there and wished night would
fall so I could get out of the stuffy office, away from the smoldering sun.
The brightness of it hurt my eyes and I turned away, large white spots
dancing in my vision.
Reality seemed almost suspended for me, I spent the days waiting for night
to fall. I, like the city spread out behind me, breathed easier when the
sun fell beyond the horizon. Even though, by the time darkness spread
through the city, I was safely behind my apartment doors, it felt like a
weight had lifted. The air was still heavy, heavy enough to choke on, but
it didn't burn its way down your throat.
Eventually, I was buried under a pile of papers and happily my mind stayed
where I wanted it to - for the most part. The sun started to sink below the
skyline, sending fiery trails of dying light dancing across the walls, and I
felt the world sigh like a great slumbering giant inside my head. Something
heated and urgent uncoiled within me, making me jerk upright, eyes darting
to the window. The two sensations clashed, sending shivers racing over my
skin and making me gasp. I stared at the last glimmers of day and felt the
joy of the night. It was free at last. I was free.
Fear, cold and real, flooded my mind. I could taste my pulse on the back of
my tongue, jumping like a caged animal. Those thoughts weren't my own, they
couldn't have been. Finding freedom from the light was Duo's maxim. I
raced the sunset home. I wanted to be in my own apartment where the
illusion of safety was enough to calm my churning thoughts before the night
swallowed the city with me still in it.
I closed the door behind me as the burning red sun finally fell completely
from the sky, the last fingers of fire collapsing over the edge of the
world. I leaned against it in the dark, my head tipped back and my breath
short, but not from physical exertion. Dropping my things to the floor, I
realized that I hadn't even once thought about finishing my research on
vampires, and I was out of time. Duo's scent wafted on the air, curling
around me like a lover's kiss. The analogy was disturbingly accurate. I
opened my eyes, searching the dimness of the apartment seconds before he
"I can taste your fear on the air, Heero," he said, walking - stalking
across the room towards me. His high black boots made no sound on the
hardwood. His hair was loose, curling over his chest, flowing around him as
he moved in a cloud of his own sensuality. It caught the last bit of light
coming through the living room window and shone with red golds. He was
dressed in black pants, tight across his hips and falling in straight lines
down his legs. His shirt was rich, rich red, dark like blood rubies and had
an odd sheen to it, like wet silk. My breath caught and I was frozen,
watching him come to me.
"What are you afraid of?" Duo asked, stopping with just inches between us.
The superficial distance did nothing to calm me, but my fear rapidly melted
away, replaced by anger. Anger at him, anger at myself, anger at losing
"Get out of my head," I said, mentally and physically drawing myself up. I
avoided his gaze, staring past his shoulder at the wall beyond.
His hand stopped in midair, hovering near my waist as he reached for me.
"What?" he said very quietly.
I shook my head, wanting to push him away but afraid what would happen if I
touched him. Underneath my anger was the pulsing heat of desire and need.
He was too close. Another continent away from me would have been too close.
I could feel him as if he was already wrapped around me, already inside me.
"Get out of my head," I repeated, my voice low and controlled. "Keep your
thoughts to yourself."
"You felt the night come," he said, finally letting his hand drop. Again,
it wasn't a question.
"I don't know what I felt, but it wasn't me. You're the one who finds
freedom in the night," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. It was an
aggressive stance and made me feel a hell of a lot better, even if it was a
Now it was Duo's turn to shake his head, his hair whispering against his
shirt. It made me wonder what kind of material it was made of. "You can't
blame me for that, Heero. I've done nothing to you. If you felt what you
say you did, it's all you."
"No," I said, but less certain. "It can't be."
That made him smile. "Why can't it be you? It's so much easier to blame
me, isn't it? I'm not the one who is drawn to the night but refuses to
acknowledge it, hiding behind the harsh sun and white walls."
"No," I said again. My anger dissolved, taking the last bits of my fear
with it. The truth had taken away my resistance. I had run as soon as I
felt the day die. Thinking of it made me realized that the room was growing
steadily darker as twilight faded.
"Heero," Duo said, quickly closing the distance between us. His hands were
chill against my neck. "You can't run from what is a part of you."
I wasn't ready to admit that I was a part of the darkness, I had felt thepull of it but that was it. At some point in time we're all drawn to the
cover of darkness, the urge to see what is possible when the bright sun is
gone from the sky.
"You're cold," I said, not uncrossing my arms.
Duo moved his hands up into my hair, cupping my head and tipping it back so
I met his gaze. "I am," he agreed. There was no pull or compulsion, his
eyes were just eyes. Beautiful, otherworldly, but merely eyes.
I had an idea, and I wanted the truth from him. "You haven't fed tonight."
Fang flashed in the darkness. "No, I haven't. Does it bother you?"
"That you feed off of humans or that you haven't yet?"
"Not really," I said, not sure which I was answering, or even if it was
both. His skin was chill, but after spending the day in the burning,
choking heat, it was a welcome touch. The fact that he had come to me
before he had fed both excited and frightened me. It was a confusing
feeling, much like everything that Duo caused. It sounded wrong in my head,
but felt so right, so . . . good.
He rubbed his thumbs against my skin, pushing through my hair. He stepped
closer, pressing my folded arms into my ribs until it hurt. I let them drop
to the side and he settled firmly against me, a leg between my thighs. I
took a deep, shuddering breath as a rush of pleasure coursed through me and
I fully hardened under his touch.
He lowered his head, dropping his right hand down to my back and holding me
tight at the same time. His lips ghosted down my cheek and stopped at the
collar of my shirt. He nuzzled at it, trying to nudge it out of the way. A
low growl reached my ears seconds before he released my head and jerked the
shirt roughly, popping the buttons to bare my neck and most of my chest at
the same time.
I let out a startled gasp, the force of his movement tugging me away from
the door. His hand slid back up into my hair and he turned me to look at
him. In the deepening darkness, I could barely see him, he was a being made
of gray shadows. His eyes burned with dark light and one word breathed
along my skin on the night air. Power.
Duo's cool lips were trailing down my neck again. The sensation should have
bothered me, it kept my pulse rapid but had very little to do with fear and
everything to do with the promise of pleasure and a touch of pain. I knew
what he was going to do, and I wanted him to do it. I almost told him to
hurry up, to stop making me wait. He pressed me back into the door, pinned
under his weight and my heart pounded with an excitement that I had never
known, but now that I had, I wouldn't give it up.
His lips moved lower, closed over the frantic, fluttering pulse at my neck.
I reached up and buried a hand in his flowing hair, spilling it through my
fingers like living silk. I wanted to feel that hair draped over my naked
body. I wanted to feel Duo draped over me, naked and hot and hard. I
gasped and gripped his hip with my other hand, needing something to anchor
me as visions flashed behind my eyes.
A low rumbled came from deep inside his chest, vibrating against me. I
tightened my hand in his hair, forcing him closer and I felt the tips of his
fangs on my skin. He waited, not breaking the skin, not bleeding me. My
breaths were too shallow, too rushed. My body burned and my cock throbbed
where Duo was pressed against me. I groaned, sliding my hand under his
shirt and ran it over the tense muscles in his back.
"Take it," I said, my voice rough in my ears. I tried to move, make him
pierce my skin. "I want it, Duo. Take it, take it."
He rolled his eyes up and they flashed bright in the dark, filled with
triumphant light. Then he bit me, sank his fangs into my neck in a quick,
sharp pain that turned to pleasure before it fully registered. I cried out
softly, fighting to keep my eyes open and Duo's fangs slid away, replaced by
the feeling of his tongue running roughly over the bite. I dug my fingers
into his side as he started to drink, drawing my blood into his mouth.
Every pull tugged on something low in my body, blanketing me in white heat.
My head fell back and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.
Duo pulled away and I jerked my head up, reaching for him. I wasn't ready
for the sensations riding me to end, I wanted more. He licked my neck
again, leaving a wet trail that cooled in the air.
"That . . . couldn't . . . have been enough," I said, panting and trying to
hold onto the pleasure I felt fading away.
"It wasn't," Duo said, tearing away the rest of my shirt and letting it drop
to the floor.
His hair fell around me, silky and perfect. The hands that ran down my
sides to cup the front of my pants were not as cold now, warmed with my
blood. I fell forward, resting my forehead against his and lifted a hand to
my neck. I ran a finger along the bite and it came away wet and glistening.
His hand stroked me through the cloth, palm flat. I put my bloodied finger
against his lips, rubbing it over the velvet softness. His tongue darted
out to lick both my finger and his lips.
He growled after he had licked all the blood away and pushed me back against
the door, hard. Duo ran his tongue over the bite mark again, rough and
probing and I let out a small sound of pain.
"Yes," he hissed against my skin, rocking his hips forward and changing the
next sound torn from me to a breathy moan.
I felt the zipper in my pants give way and Duo plunged his hands in,
stripping them from my hips. I toed off my shoes as quickly as I could and
stepped out of my clothes. I stood naked and hard in front of Duo and I
felt more than saw him rake his eyes over me. Then he was pressing against
me again, the material of his pants rough against my erection, making me
whimper as I walked the fine line between pleasure and pain.
Without warning, Duo picked me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around
him for balance. I might have protested it, but the movement pressed my
cock between us, made his shirt rub against me as he turned and walked
towards my bedroom. His hands dug into the skin of my ass, his breath was
hot along my neck.
In the room, he let me slide down his body and I felt the hardness of his
cock through his pants. I tugged at his shirt, pushing it up to bare his
chest. He grasped the hem and pulled it over his head, sweeping his hair
back. I had already started undoing his pants, pushing my hands inside the
material and stroking the heated length of him. I felt blood trail down my
neck like a distant dream. The room was dimly illuminated by the glow of
the street lamps.
I pushed my hands into his pants, too impatient to finish undressing him and
ran my hand across his lower back, pressed my fingers between his legs. He
shuddered and gripped my hips, pushing me back onto the bed with enough
force that I bounced across it a little. He crawled on top of me, the line
of his body a heated weight. He ran his tongue over the bite again, licking
up the blood that had seeped out. It made me hiss.
His hands ran up my sides, pushed my arms up above my head. "I will mark
you, Heero. Once taken, twice offered." His words sounded formal, flowed
like a ritual from his mouth.
I didn't understand exactly what he meant, but at that moment, I couldn't
have cared less. All I wanted was to feel him against me, in me. I wanted
to feel him sink teeth and flesh into me, burn me, mark me from the inside.
He moved further up, straddling my chest. It put his cock very close to my
face, but not close enough. I wanted to taste him, needed it. I reached
for him and he stopped me, leaning down so that I could feel the heat of him
press into me. If it hurt him, I couldn't tell. It was like a line of fire
on my skin.
I thought he was going for my neck again, and I sucked in a sharp breath,
holding it in anticipation. Instead, he bent over my arm, breathing a puff
of warm air at the bend of my elbow and licking a long, wet line. Then he
sank fangs into me again, making me arch under him and scream. Duo sucked
at the wound, tugging and pulling things in my body that were in no way
connected to my arm. I started to squirm under him, unable to stop myself
from reacting to his touch.
When he drew away this time, I was gulping air and writhing against him,
pushing my hips up in an attempt to relieve the pressure that was building
inside me. I needed more of him touching me, I needed more of his naked
body pressed against me. All I was made of was need, and only Duo would
"You have to . . ." I tried, swallowing harshly. "You have to touch me," I
said again, managing to get the full sentence out.
"Oh, I am," Duo said, sinking further down my body.
He pushed my legs open and settled between them, dragging his hands over me.
He licked and sucked at my skin, his hair pooling over and around me. I
bent my legs when I felt him nudge me.
"What are . . . ." I tried to ask as he lowered his head.
Several ideas were flying through my muddled head, each one more erotic than
the last, more pleasure, more pain. I stared down at him, his head between
my legs and couldn't look away, couldn't even blink. I wasn't prepared when
he bit me yet again, piercing the skin high on the inside of my thigh. The
pull inside me intensified, spread through me and I lost what was left of my
mind. My head thrashed against the sheets, my spine bowed with the sheer
pleasure. It was like he was everywhere, pushing inside me, caressing my
skin, drawing me inside him.
I felt brushed silk flow through me, power like fur running through my veins
and down my spine. I gasped and cried out, drawing breath as fast as I
could. My hands tangled in the sheets and I heard something rip. His hair
fell against my cock, a teasing softness compared to the sensations crashing
through me, stealing my breath, sealing my lungs.
The heat in my groin coiled tighter and tighter until it felt like my skin
simply couldn't hold me any longer, then he pulled away and everything
dissolved. The world, the room, the sheets I lay on vanished and I was left
severed from the world with only Duo to anchor me. The power, Duo's power,
rode me and I came for him as I bled for him. Then even I fell, shattered
and melted and shattered again. I screamed.
I could breathe the air again and I took great heaving gulps of it. My
throat burned from abuse. One of my hands was tangled in his hair and he
raised his head, blood glistening at the corner of his mouth. His eyes
burned indigo blue in the dark, the light from the city outside my window
paled in comparison.
"Once taken, twice offered, thrice marked," Duo said, his voice a low growl
that was almost painful as it pushed through me.
I felt the three wounds on my body pulse as he spoke, sending rushes of
pleasure through me. I jerked and shuddered. I raised dazed eyes to his
"Blood, Heero," he said. "Your blood. Once, I took it, just a taste." As
he spoke, he touched my lips, reminding me of the first time he kissed me.
"Twice, you offered and I accepted." His hand brushed over my hand, then my
"And you've . . . marked . . . me three times," I finished, my voice rough
and broken. I could think now, the drowning need was sated, curled inside
me like a great contented cat. It was still there, lurking under the
surface, and I knew that Duo could bring it crashing over me again with one
I saw him nod slowly. "I told you I would have you," he said. "You offered
everything to me, so I took it."
"No," I said. "I haven't offered everything."
He laughed, a low, dark chuckle. "You will."
Duo's overconfidence annoyed me, made me frown in the darkness.
"Flesh and blood," Duo said, almost echoing my earlier thought. "You've
given me your blood, are you saying you'll deny me your body?" His voice
was full of sex.
"You arrogant bastard," I half-snarled at him, but I didn't deny it. There
was no point.
"Yes," he said, sliding back up my body and bringing his face right next to
The material of his pants abraded the bite on my thigh and I jerked away.
Duo pushed his hips into me, shifting so that our cocks lined up and stroked
each other when he thrust his hips. It hurt, and it felt good. I had
discovered that I liked a little pain.
"Enough," I said, drawing in a sharp breath. I pushed him up and he
obediently rolled off of me, falling easily beside me. He should have
looked silly with his pants open and instead he looked sensually sinful,
something to sell your soul for . . . or maybe sell it to.
I felt weak and tired, and that in itself wasn't surprising, but my body
felt bruised, overused. I felt all the aches of a night full of sex. I had
three perfect sets of fang marks on me, blood still slowly seeping from the
wounds even as they throbbed. I flexed my muscles experimentally and hissed
sharply from the pain. I was exhausted. I turned my head to look at Duo's
heavy-lidded face. I knew that he would have me if he could, and I might
not fight back.
- - - - - - - - - -
I woke up in much the same position I had fallen asleep in, with the
exception of the light sheet that was carefully wrapped around me. I raised
a hand to my neck and winced when I touched the wound. I felt it a little
more carefully, then looked at my arm. Both marks had been cleaned, the one
on my arm showed two small puncture marks. There wasn't even any bruising,
most likely because Duo had drank most of the blood away from the area. It
was strangely clean and neat.
The heavy curtains were pulled over the window, and still it was too bright
in the room. I glanced at the clock before throwing an arm across my eyes.
It was after seven, I'd be late for work if I didn't get up soon. I groaned
and rolled over onto my stomach, letting my forehead fall on my folded arms.
I was still tired, still aching. I raised my head and froze. The clock
display read seven p.m., not a.m.
I blinked, checked it again. I spilled over the side of the bed, dragging
the sheet with me and staggering to my feet as another wave of exhaustion
hit. Wrenching back the curtain, I stared out at the city as the sun set.
My breathing was harsh in my ears. I'd slept at least an entire day away.
I flicked on the television. It was Wednesday night.
I sat down on the bed, then fell back, arms outstretched. I felt the sun va
nish from the sky and my blood started to flow faster. I was eager for the
night to come. I lay there and felt my heart pound and nerves tingle in
anticipation of the dark blanket, white moon and glittering stars. I was
impatient, excited. I was scared. I turned over on my side and curled up
with the thin sheet thrown back over me and tried to figure out if I was
losing my mind or if I had already lost it. I was betting on the latter.
Sane people didn't lie on their beds and tremble with anticipation for the
Something was happening to me, changing me. I could hear the world sigh in
relief, the joyous shout of exaltation when the sun finally died and left us
in peace. I heard the sound of wind bringing dark clouds into the already
black sky, felt the atmosphere change, grow cooler. I felt the promise of
rain finally manifest itself in the air while I huddled inside my bedroom
behind closed windows.
I wasn't the same now as I was before. I had changed, and I could never go
back. I felt a small melancholy pang, and that was it. I should have felt
something else besides a passing sadness. I should have felt more than
I opened my eyes and the room still wasn't as dark as I expected it to be
with the drapes closed. Then I heard someone walking down the hall, pausing
in the doorway and watching me. Duo watched me, and I stared blankly at
him. I'd never heard Duo move before, he had always been as silent as a
shadow. I'd never succumbed to the draw of the night, never felt my body
thrum with impatience for darkness, never wandered in the black night under
the wavering moon. I'd never heard the world sigh or the sun die or felt the
rain clouds gather.
I had the urge to start screaming, scream and scream and never stop. I didn't. I just lay there and waited for the storm to break.