by Blue Soaring
Duo's lips were firm against mine, a startling contrast to the gentle touch
of his hands on my face. The tenseness in his body that I hadn't been aware
of until now melted from him, and he rose above me, kneeling on the couch,
and fed at my mouth, pushing his tongue between my lips. He held my head
still while he tasted and explored, tilting my face as he liked to delve
deeper inside. My hands were on his chest, tangled in the sheer material of
his shirt. I groaned, trying to pull him closer.
He broke the kiss with an unsteady breath and drew back. I wasn't ready to
let him go yet, so I followed him, and his hands slid into my hair. I rose
up and flicked my tongue over his lips, relishing the softness and the way
his breath caught and then slowly eased out of him, mingling with my own.
His whispered my name, and the raw need in his voice made me shiver.
"Bedroom," I said, voice husky and low in my ears, running my hands over his
chest. "Take me there."
He hissed, "Yes," and wrapped his arms around me, palms flat against my ass.
The sudden contact made me gasp and I pressed myself into him, grabbing two
fistfuls of his hair. He lifted me up easily, despite the awkward angle,
and I wrapped my legs around him. He could probably lift a car just as
effortlessly, balance and angles didn't really seem to matter. It reminded
me of what he was; a vampire . . . inhumanly strong, inhumanly beautiful . .
. inhuman. I didn't care, he was Duo.
I kissed his lips, fleetingly, chaste compared to the kiss we had just
shared; then traced up his jawline with my mouth, flicking my tongue out to
lick the soft skin behind his ear. I breathed in his scent, the smell of
stormy rain clouds. I let my breath out in a rush, watched his hair stir in
He moved through the room, into a hallway, and all I could see was him,
everything else was secondary. I dimly registered that we were going up a
stairway further in the building. The darkness around us lightened, and I
finally lifted my head to glance around. The walls were dark, the floor as
well. My eyes skipped over the furniture to settle on the bed. It was set
down lower than the rest of the room, headboard against the back wall, three
wide steps that formed a semi-circle around it leading down. The wall on
the right side of the bed was all glass, the rain pounding a steady cadence
against it and blurring the view as it poured down. The glass extended up
the wall and over the ceiling, much like a sunroom or greenhouse, and let
the wavering light of the city in.
Duo's muscles bunched under my hands as he moved, taking us to the bed with
its dark spread and even darker frame, and I kept running my hands over him,
not able to stop touching. He set me down on the pure silken blackness,
leaning over me and trailing his fingers across my face and lips. My skin
burned where he touched me.
I reached for him, sliding my hands under his shirt and scraping my blunt
nails down his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath, his cheek pressed to
mine. The rhythm of the rain outside filled my ears, punctuated by the
heavy sounds of our breathing.
His hands were on my thighs, traveling up over my hips and under my shirt.
He bunched it up and pulled it over my head, one of his hands instantly
returning to stroke up my side. His thumb brushed over one of my nipples as
I tugged at his clothes, pulling his shirt up until I could splay my hands
over the soft skin of his back. I felt the play of his muscles under my
palms and then tugged impatiently at his shirt again. I wanted to feel his
naked skin next to mine.
Duo's eyes met my own, colors shifting and blending in the shadows. Light
flashed outside, illuminating his features quickly before plunging them back
into the dimness. I caught the wild look in his eyes, the glint of fang
between his parted lips. I heard thunder roll, felt it rumble through the
sky and ground. He grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off; I
wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me until I could feel the press
of his bare flesh against me. Soft and firm, velvet smooth and covered in a
fine sheen of sweat. I dipped my hands low and fumbled with the ties of his
pants. I wanted - I needed more.
Lightning flashed again, the subsequent rumble of thunder coming faster now.
Duo crawled down my body, reaching for his boots and tugging them off, mine
following soon after. I reached for the buttons on my pants, then his hands
were covering mine, undoing the buttons and pushing the material down off my
hips. He looked up at me again as he slowly exposed me, pulling the pants
completely off before kneeling between my spread legs. He glanced back down
and I could taste his excitement like vintage wine on my tongue. I could
feel sex and power flowing over us like the rain pouring down the glass
above. It pushed through me, devouring everything but the need. I tried to
speak and couldn't find my voice, then Duo touched me and the thought of
speech flew from my mind.
His fingers closed around my cock gently, not enough to ease the burning
ache. I groaned, my hips jerking of their own volition. He firmed his grip
and I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped my throat. I needed more, he
had to give me more.
I swallowed harshly again and tried to speak. "Duo . . . not . . . enough,"
I managed to say, gasping. I started to say something more, but I felt the
wet heat of his tongue brush over the tip of my erection at the same time,
and my words died in a strangled cry that blended with the crash of thunder
I grabbed his arms and pulled him up, catching his lips in a rough kiss and
forcing my tongue past his lips and between the delicate points of his
fangs. His hand gripped my cock again, fingers teasing the crown, dipping
into the droplet of liquid that seeped from the tip. I moaned into his
mouth and he stroked me slowly. I rocked my hips up, reveling in the surges
of pleasure burning through my blood. I rubbed his tongue with my own, then
ran it over his teeth and very deliberately scraped the sharp tip of a fang.
I tasted blood and seconds later, Duo straddled me with a deep, nearly feral
growl, fingers cupping my face as he stroked my tongue with his over and
over again. My hands rested on the waistband of his pants as he fed at my
mouth. His tongue pushed deeper, tangling with mine and he pulled back to
lap at my lips, only to plunge his tongue back inside the wet heat.
Duo drew away with a shaky laugh, eyes burning. He took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. "I lose myself when you do that." He voice came out as
a low growl. Lightning flashed again and the thunderclap sounded before the
light had faded.
I licked my lips, the small wound on my tongue pulsing with my heartbeat.
Duo's eyes followed my movement. I reached for the ties of his pants,
undoing them quickly. I slid my hands past the material, feeling the silken
heat of his skin, fingers brushing over him briefly before pushing his pants
further down. His gaze flicked to where my hands were dark against his pale
skin. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, frantic enough to match
the tempo of my own. Another flash of lightning, and the marks on my body
started to burn.
Duo quickly rid himself of his clothes, dropping his body down and pressing
the line of our bodies together. His arousal was heavy where it lay on my
thigh, and I shifted under him, bringing our heated lengths into contact.
He thrust his hips against me, moaning low in his throat, his forehead
pressed into the crook of my neck.
I arched up into him as his hands wandered over me. His tongue swiped in a
hot, wet line across the bite mark on my neck. I tilted my head, giving him
"No," he growled, and I turned to look at him again. His eyes were drowning
indigo blue, the white completely eaten away. "I don't want to bleed you."
"You want to fuck me," I finished for him, gasping when he forced his hand
between us, moving lower to dip his fingers into the cleft of my ass. I
rocked into his hand as he circled a finger teasingly around my entrance.
"Oh, yes," he hissed, my movements making his erection rub against me. "I
want to be inside you." He pushed the pad of his finger into me, slick with
I groaned loudly, hands clenching his shoulders. "I need it," I panted,
grating the words out between breaths.
He let out another low growl, rolling off of me quickly and reaching out
into the dim light. I moved up further on the bed, propping myself up on my
elbows. My cock was aching to be touched. I skimmed my fingers across my
hip and wrapped a hand around it, firmly stroking from base to head. My
mouth fell open as I gasped at the rush of pleasure, and I repeated the
action. Liquid oozed from the tip. I rubbed my thumb through it, spreading
it over the head and hissing at the sharpness of the sensation. My head
fell back and I thrust my hips into the tunnel of my hand.
I felt Duo looming over me, his gaze heated. I looked at him and saw lust
in his face, lust and need, desire and want. His eyes were flicking between
my face and my groin. I smiled at him, a twist of my lips that was an open
invitation. He crawled over me, hands on my thighs and pushing my legs
apart so he could kneel between them. Slick fingers trailed over the skin
of my sac, then lower, rubbing over the tight ring of muscle.
Duo's eyes focused on my face for a moment before he dropped his gaze to
watch his fingers playing over me. I planted my feet firmly on the bed and
lifted my hips a little, baring everything to his sight. I heard his breath
hitch and he slid a finger inside me, watching fixedly as it disappeared
into my body.
I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his slippery finger
stroking me. He pushed deep, then drew out again, fucking me with just the
tip. I started rocking my hips, pushing down, and he curled his finger,
rubbing the walls inside. My eyes opened to see him watching me, watching
what he was doing, and I could feel the pleasure he gained from knowing he
was touching me like this, inside me.
I groaned again, amazed at the delight he gained from such a small thing. I
writhed on the bed below him as he stroked me from the inside, brushing over
my prostate and sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. He drew his
finger out, pressing back in with two and plunging deeper. Everything was
hot; the air, my body, Duo's fingers inside me, the marks on my skin. I
thought I would burn up in the heat. The rain outside thundered on the
glass, flashes of light streaking through the sky.
"Heero," Duo moaned. He had stopped moving his fingers and was watching me
force myself down over them.
I pushed myself up, the arm I was bracing myself on shaking with the
combined strain of holding myself up and enduring the pleasure Duo was
causing; reaching down to touch his fingers where they vanished into me. I
ran the tip of my finger around my entrance, brushing his fingers, and then
grasped his wrist as he started thrusting them into me again. I tossed my
head back and collapsed onto the bed, rolling my hips with the plunge of his
fingers. Noises fell from my lips; his name, a plead for more, a curse.
"Enough," he said suddenly, harshly. I focused dazed eyes on his face.
"Enough," he said again, softer, but his voice still husky. "I will have
you forever to pleasure, to tease . . . I will have you."
My voice wouldn't work so I merely nodded, crying out when he took his
fingers away in a quick jerk. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me, and I
felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, then he slid
leisurely inside me. I could feel him inch by inch, pushing against my
inner walls, rubbing along them with delicious friction. The sensation of
being taken, being filled by him, was sharp and clear. He kept pushing,
kept filling me up, spreading me open. I shuddered and gasped his name.
I felt his thighs press against my ass, felt the entire throbbing length of
him buried in me. Then he pulled out achingly slow, letting me feel his
cock caress me from the inside. I arched my back, hands twisting in the
brushed silk that I lay on. He pushed back into me quickly, a shocking
contrast to his slow withdrawal and my mouth fell open in a scream, drowning
out his own groan of pleasure. He did it again, trying to push himself
deeper and deeper within me. Each time he thrust, I couldn't stop the cry
that was wrenched from my throat. I wrapped my legs around him and let him
take me, riding the pleasure that he burned into my blood. A clap of
thunder melded with my screams.
The air grew heavier, closer, and I knew it was power that swirled around
us. I gave myself to it like I gave my body to Duo, letting it push deep
into me. It caressed my skin, heightened each sensation. The marks seared
into me, three burning points of pleasure and pain. It mingled with the
tight coil of heat low in my body.
Duo's fingers dug into my hips, the harsh rhythm of his breathing broken by
his groans. Whimpers and screams fell from my lips as his cock pushed
against my prostate, whiteness eating at the edges of my vision, the
flashing of lightning outside helping the theft.
I felt him jerk inside me, the warm rush of his come spilling into me. He
leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me onto his lap and
forcing his cock deeper. I gripped his arms hard enough that my nails bit
into his flesh, forming little half-moons of blood that blurred as it
mingled with the sweat on his body. His cock pulsed with his release as he
tried to push himself as deep into me as possible. I felt it coat my
insides, hot and wet. He crushed me to him and sank his fangs into my neck.
I felt him pierce the skin and something in me broke, surging up within me
and spilling out of my mouth in a primal scream as my orgasm tore through
me. My entire body throbbed, my vision vanished and I could hear nothing
but the rush of blood through my veins. I screamed and cried as the storm
raged overhead and through my body.
- - - - - - - - -
I had blanked out, because when I opened my eyes, Duo was leaning beside me
where I lay spread out on the bed, stroking my face gently. His eyes were
still drowning in color, otherworldly and ethereal.
"Duo," I croaked, my voice ruined from screaming.
He shushed me softly. "There's more."
My eyes widened. "What?"
He merely nodded, his other hand where it rested on my hip dropping lower.
I could feel his release seeping from me and his fingers trailed through it.
I groaned, my skin too sensitive.
"It has to be now, while the power rides you," he said, and pushed his
fingers into me.
I hissed sharply, in mingled pain and pleasure. With Duo, the line blurred
and became indistinct. The feeling of trickling wetness on my skin made me
look at the marks. They were bleeding like they were fresh again. The sky
above still churned with the storm, the rain still pounded the glass.
"What has to be now?" I asked a little breathlessly. He was working his
fingers in and out of me, spreading his come along the cleft of my ass. He
looked like he was enjoying touching me, smearing his release along my skin,
marking me in a different way.
"Everything has been leading to this," he said, lowering his head to brush
his lips over mine. His tongue darted out to flick over my lips, then he
moved lower again, closing his mouth over the bleeding mark on my neck.
He started to suck gently, drawing my blood into his mouth; making my heart
beat faster and the blood flow steadily from the wounds instead of trickle
slowly. It pulled on things low in my body, brought something curling up
through me, touching things with warm satin that were never meant to be
touched. I groaned, this time in full pleasure. His tongue worked against
the bite as his fingers moved, thumb pressing against the soft patch of skin
just below my sac. My hand was buried in his hair, weaving strands of it
around my fingers.
Duo lifted his face away from my neck, lips stained red with my blood. He
kissed me, bittersweet metallic flavor flooding my mouth. He pulled back,
tracing his tongue over my lips and I met his with my own, pushing and
stroking against it. My breathing was uneven, shallow. My blood flowed
faster, the sheet I lay on felt warm and slightly damp.
"Duo," I said, the edge of fear in my voice, mixing oddly with the husky
sound of my pleasure.
"Hush," he said, moving his head lower so he could mouth the damp skin of my
chest. I was sweating, the saltiness mixing in the bloodied wounds and
stinging. His hand moved slowly, languidly, and my cock swelled to
fullness. "This is what you asked for."
"You did," he said, lips pressed to my skin. "I asked you if you were
certain. You own me, now I will own you. Yours. Mine. Ours."
My throat felt tight, and the heavy air in the room was stirring again with
power. I knew then that it hadn't left, had never left; the power had
waited for me, and now it would have me. Lightning flashed and thunder
crashed in the sky.
Duo lifted his head, looking at my face. He crawled up my body and settled
himself beside me, then pulled me into his lap, spreading his legs and
letting me rest between them, my back to his chest. I blinked, and couldn't
focus my eyes, everything was as if I were in a dream. I was limp in his
arms, concentrating on breathing through the energy that surrounded us. He
brushed my hair away from my face, then ran his fingers through it. HisF
other arm was wrapped around me, holding me tight. He rested his chin on
top of my head and kept stroking my hair, comforting me. And still I bled.
I lifted my arm and bemusedly watched the blood flow down my skin in a dark
red line. I could feel it draining away, seeping from me. Duo shifted
again, turning me halfway around to face him. He bent his leg at the knee
and leaned me back against it. I breathed deeply, catching his scent mixed
in with the tang of blood and musky smell of sex. The power grew stronger,
its rush melding with the beat of the rain.
He grasped my hand and I caught a flash of silver in the lightning before he
placed the tiny knife in my palm and closed my fingers over the hilt. He
pressed the tip of it to the center of his chest, not breaking the skin, and
left his hand there, held loosely over mine. He didn't force my hand
further. He held the blade there until I looked up at him. My mind
sluggishly tried to keep up.
"Choose," he said.
I looked at the silvery knife, at the rain pouring down overhead, my blood
where it stained the sheets already ruined from other body fluids, then his
eyes. I loved his eyes. I could watch his eyes shift and swirl until the
sun burst and devoured us all in crimson-tainted flames.
I pressed the blade in, and a tiny drop of dark red blood welled from the
tip, bright against Duo's pale skin. I hesitated when I felt it bite
through his skin. He let his breath out in a hiss, his hand on my thigh,
kneading, as I drew the knife down a little, making a tiny, deep wound. His
blood stained the silver blade black. I looked up at him to find him
watching me with a look he had given me only once before; hope and fear,
desire and . . . something more.
I dropped the blade quickly and he let it fall. He pulled me down, bringing
my mouth close to the cut. I braced my palms flat on his chest and rolled
my eyes up to look at him. I didn't think I could do what he intended. I
"My blood for yours," he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded. "I offer it to
I stayed bent over him, energy, thunder, lightning and rain all blending
into one. His skin was fevered and slick, firm and soft.
"Heero," he breathed, almost reverently, my lips hovering over the wound I
had made. There was a silent plea in his voice, begging me to do this,
entreating me to finish what we had started such a short time ago.
I quickly swiped my tongue over it, tasting blood in my mouth. He gasped
like it had hurt, or maybe it hadn't hurt at all. The velvet power snaked
up my spine, curled around my mind and urged me on. I did it again and his
hand in my hair tightened. No, it hadn't hurt. It had felt good. He
shivered under me, and I repeated it. It felt good to me, the perfect
smoothness of his skin in my mouth. I closed my mouth over the red mark and
ran my tongue over it again and again, filling my mouth with the copper tang
of his blood.
Power crashed over me, through me, burning hot and crushing. I panted
against Duo's skin, then pulled away from him and gasped, and my gasp
changed to a scream as the power thrust into me. It pounded over me, I felt
my blood flow faster and I screamed again. Duo's hand left my hair and he
held me as I writhed, my nails digging into him as he settled me back down
on the bed. His mouth covered mine, drinking my screams and forcing more
power through me, driving it deeper and deeper. He fed power to me,
possessed my mouth and possessed me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see,
couldn't hear. Duo's hands on me were the only thing that kept me anchored.
All the world had vanished, leaving only he and I, and the power stealing my
life away, replacing it with something more and something less. I felt
fleeting loss, enduring joy. I gathered my breath and screamed again as
power and pleasure ripped through me, my hands tearing at the sheets.
It built and then ebbed, only to build again. I screamed until my lungs
seized and I couldn't gather my breath any more. I writhed on the bed,
mouth open in a soundless cry. I let it ride me, I rode it. Silk and
velvet caressed the raw endings of my nerves, curled through my veins and
rubbed me in places too deep, too intimate to ever be touched. I died, and
I had never felt so alive.
- - - - - - - - -
I dreamt that I was wading in water, warm water. It was deep and black, and
then it was too thick to be water. It grew warmer and warmer until it
scalded my skin. I raised my hand and it glistened with red blood.
I felt coldness wash over me and I whimpered, too spent to scream. My
throat burned. I heard whispers in the dark and drew comfort from the
warmth that cradled me.
- - - - - - - - -
I woke slowly, surfacing from sleep like a diver from the deepest ocean, my
face buried in a pillow. I took a breath, then another. My pillow smelled
like Duo. I woke up a little more, this time registering that there was a
heavy, warm weight at my back, an arm thrown across my hip and a hand curved
against my thigh. I sighed, and everything felt so right.
Duo's arm shifted, curling over my chest and pulling me tight against him.
"Hello, Heero," he said, his voice lazy and full of satisfaction.
I grunted into the pillow, trying to summon up the state of mind to form a
response. When that failed, I settled on grunting again. Duo chuckled,
still managing to sound sated. Considering what had happened last night, I
suppose he had good reason.
"Oh, fuck," I said, jerking upright as I started to remember. Blinding
light seared into my eyes and I shouted in surprised pain, throwing an arm
up to shield myself and clenching my eyes tight. "Turn the damn light off!"
"There is no light on, Heero, lay back down," he said calmly.
Duo tried to pull me back down beside him, and I resisted. He pulled a
little more insistently, but still I didn't budge. That wasn't right. If
Duo wanted me down, he'd be able to pull me down. He could toss me about
like a doll if he wanted.
I sank slowly back down onto the bed, opening my eyes to narrow slits and
blinking. It was amazingly bright. And loud. I could hear my naked skin
brushing over the sheets like the rush of a waterfall. My breathing started
to speed up again. I was starting to panic.
"Shush," Duo said again, stroking a hand down my arm and smoothing my hair.
"Wait a few moments, everything will settle in a minute."
"What is wrong with me?" I asked, my voice like a shout in my ears. I
"Nothing, Heero, nothing. You've simply . . . changed."
"Damn it, it's bright," I groused, lowering my voice. I'm not my best in the
morning. "What time is it?"
Duo curled his body around me, pulling me close. "Almost sunset. You chose
a good time to rise."
I swallowed hard. " . . . rise?" His words had finally registered on my
He nodded the affirmative. I licked my lips, scrubbing a hand over my eyes.
"What day is it?"
"Fuck," I said again. I'd lost almost three whole days.
I settled back on the bed, thinking that now would be a good time to have
several panic attacks, rage and rant a little, then fall into another
hysterical fit . . . but felt nothing. I took a better look around,
realizing that we were in the same bed as that night, but the windows were
gone. A closer inspection showed that there were solid pieces of something
closed over them, I thought it might be metal.
Duo followed my gaze. "The windows are inconvenient, but provide a
spectacular view. The blinds seal out the sun during the day."
I had to agree. The thunderstorm still echoed in my ears, a sharp and clear
memory. The room was quiet but for our movements.
The brightness wasn't as cutting now, I found I could fully open my eyes
without wincing. I glanced over myself and saw that the marks Duo had given
me had healed over, faded to the shiny smoothness of an old scar. The slice
on his chest was healed as well, paler than his skin and almost glossy. I
lifted shaky fingers and traced the mark. He grasped my fingers in his hand
and I met his gaze.
"What . . . happens now?" I asked somewhat tentatively. I didn't think the
implications of my actions had entirely sunk in yet. I bit into the side of
my mouth as I spoke and cursed again, tasting blood. "Fuck," I repeated. I
opened my mouth and touched the sore spot, my finger brushing the sharp edge
of a tooth. I stopped, my eyes going wide and gingerly touched my teeth
again. I had fangs. Two tiny, delicate fangs. I started to feel
light-headed, my vision spinning. I had fangs. Reality was sinking in much
faster than I could handle.
"It's alright," Duo said, leaning over me. He rubbed his lips over mine,
snaking his tongue out to dip into my mouth and lap at the redness.
"I have fangs," I said, jerking away and starting to shake.
He pulled back far enough to regard me with his dual-colored eyes. "Yes,"
"I have fangs," I said again. "Like yours. I'm like you. I'm . . . you're
. . . ."
He nodded slowly while I babbled at him. I started to shake harder and
tried to force myself to stop. It didn't work. I had fangs. I was a
vampire. Duo had made me a vampire. I had changed, finally and
permanently. I shook and he held me. I could never go back. I waited for
the helpless feeling of loss to set in, but I mourned nothing. I waited for
the anger to come, but I was calm. I looked up at the swirling color of his
eyes and absently wondered if my own had begun to churn.
Gradually, time passed and what seemed like ages later my body finally
stopped shivering. Duo's hand was running through my hair over and over
again. I tried to be angry, or sad, or anything at all, but there was
nothing. I thought it was the disconnected feeling of shock setting in, and
I knew the moment I considered the idea that it wasn't.
"I've arranged for your things to be moved here," he said.
"What?" His abruptness startled me.
"You can't stay at your apartment, Heero. It's too dangerous. I won't lose
you now." His voice was fierce, eyes flashing.
I bristled at the fact that Duo had seen fit to move my things around like
that, and for assuming that I would simply follow his lead without question.
But he was right, my apartment wouldn't be suitable . . . living quarters
now. I let out a choked laugh at the irony of the statement.
I opened my mouth to say something, then I felt the world shudder and stop.
No, not the world, my world stopped as the evening closed in. I felt the
sun sink slowly below the horizon, surrendering its grasp on the earth with
a lingering sigh. It passed without any pain and I was left feeling freer
than I had even been. I could hear the white noise of life buzzing in the
background, and if I chose to concentrate on it, I could clearly hear the
world living. I let out a slow breath, the tension easing from my shoulders
as my heart rate returned to normal.
"I had forgotten that you would do that," Duo said softly.
I was still basking in the relief that the pain of the sun setting was gone.
"Do what?" I asked, my irritation at him fading. Everything would be
different now, I could handle it. I had to. I repeated that phrase over
and over in my head.
"Breathe," he said.
I looked at him sharply. "Your heart beats, you breathe."
"Sometimes," he said. "I don't have to. You do it now, automatically."
I drew my eyebrows together, staring at him. I had the urge to try and stop
it, to hold my breath and see if I could stop my heart entirely. I didn't,
though. It scared me that I might be able to. Maybe I wasn't ready to
handle this at all, and that angered me. I hated being afraid of it, and of
"You moved everything here?" I asked. I needed something to focus on,
something to stop myself from dwelling too much on what I had done to
myself - what Duo and I had done.
He was watching me carefully. "No, not all. Your things are still left in
"I want to get them."
"I'll arrange for it."
"No, I want to get them. Now," I stubbornly insisted.
"Now?" he said, clearly incredulous. "Heero, you can't possibly be serious.
You aren't ready to . . . to go out."
I narrowed my eyes. "I'm going, and I'm going now. Come with me or not, I
don't care." I rolled off the side of the bed quickly, surprised by the
speed of the movement. I stumbled once before I could stand. "Shit," I
Duo propped himself up on his elbow. "You aren't used to this yet, Heero.
Please, wait until you are."
I turned on him, an angry yell on my lips. How was I supposed to get used
to it? I had fangs, I could move faster than my brain could register. I
wasn't sure that this was what I had asked for last night, my memory was
distorted, but I knew I hadn't -
I cut myself off before I opened my mouth. I had asked for this, I had told
Duo I knew what I was asking, but I hadn't really. I hadn't known at all.
I straightened, looking down at him, pale against the darkness of the
sheets. "What happens now?" I asked him again quietly.
"Now?" he said, rising from the bed. He moved perfectly, and I watched him
knowing that soon I would be the same. "Now, everything begins."
I stopped breathing as he glided across the carpet towards me, sinfully
beautiful. I looked at him and knew he was mine now, as much as I was his.
I felt my heartbeat slow. Duo came closer, enveloping me in his arms,
pulling me close. My heart stopped beating at the same time his did. I
could feel it halt in mid-beat. I wrapped my arms around him and we stood
there, perfectly silent and still; the stillness of death in a world
struggling with life.
"Your eyes," he said, his face buried in my hair, "are the color of a
restless ocean and tempered steel."
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I held him silently. I let my heart
beat again, finding a small comfort in the familiar feeling, though I had
never even given my regular, steady heartbeat a second thought. Another
feeling rose up inside me, uncoiling from the pit of my stomach and
spreading through me like a bird flexing its wings. I shuddered in Duo's
arms and he drew back, eyes searching my face. A new need grew within me,
unfamiliar and frightening. The promise of having that need answered curled
through my body, seducing me and overpowering my meager fear.
I faced Duo and words spilled from my mouth, unbidden. "I hunger," I said.
The phrasing was foreign to me, but rolled off my tongue so naturally.
His lips twisted in a wicked smile. It made me catch my breath again and I
knew that once I had sated this new hunger, I would satisfy myself with Duo'
s sex. I let the heat of my desire show in my eyes and his darkened in
"Then we feed," he said, his voice dropping into a low growl.
I tangled my hands into his hair, jerking his face close to mine. "Yes," I
murmured, drawing the last syllable out as I felt a surge of excitement
course through me. My first instinct was to fight it, but I resisted the
urge and let it devour me. I kissed him, sucked on his bottom lip before
plunging my tongue into the warm heat of his mouth.
Oh, yes. I would feed.