by Blue Soaring
Duo took me to the place where the pulse of the night city lay; the
Riverside. We were standing outside, hidden in the shadows of a darkened
building. I could see everything as clear as if it were day. He had been
very entertained by my amazement - I hadn't stopped to think that a vampire'
s eyesight was quite that good.
The Riverside area stretched out before us, teeming with people. I could
feel their heartbeats on the back of my tongue, sliding down my throat like
sweet honey. The scent of their blood filled my nose. I wanted to take
their life and hold it in my hands, drink it down and bask in it. My
breathing turned shallow with the force of my need.
Duo slipped his arms around me from behind. He seemed to love holding me
like that, resting his head on my shoulder and pressing his cheek to mine.
His hair was tied back in a braid, snaking down his back in a shining
chestnut rope. He wore a simple black tee and straight-legged pants, his
black duster thrown over it. It should have been too warm for that much
clothing, but Duo didn't feel the heat or the cold like I did - like I used
I was comfortable in the clothes Duo had given me; a royal blue shirt,
trimmed in silver with long sleeves that fit snugly to my body. It wrapped
around me, creating a deep 'V' neck down passed the center of my chest and
tied at my side with silver thread. The pants he had chosen were tight, a
matte black in the shadows but flashing silver when the light hit them. He
had watched me dress, helping me into the shirt with heated delight in his
eyes. I was ready to say the hell with taking care of this hunger of mine
and sating myself on his skin. Duo insisted that he take me out first, he
was eager share this new thing with me.
I stayed in the circle of his arms, trying to come to grips with the fact
that I was actually regarding all the people mingling in front of me as
something to feed on. My eyes continually wandered over the crowd as Duo
"There," he breathed into my ear, indicating a group of people entering one
of the clubs. He slid his hand down my arm, grasping my fingers and pulling
me along, diving straight into the dark, pulsing rhythm of the club's
I hesitated just inside the doorway, stumbling and nearly overcome by the
tantalizing smell of so much heated blood. I watched the people move,
rocking to the music, grinding their bodies together. My heart started to
pound and I wet my suddenly dry lips. I heard laughter and moans rising
above the din. There was blood and sex to be had here, and my hunger grew,
threatening to rip away what little control I had.
"Where?" I asked Duo, my voice hoarse as I tugged him back.
He wrapped an arm around my waist, his face alight. "Follow me," he said,
and drew me deeper inside.
He plunged us into the throbbing press of bodies, his other hand tight on
mine. I weaved through the crowd behind him, men and women turning to
regard us with wide eyes and parted lips. Hands grazed over my body and one
man, taller than I and with gleaming emerald eyes, met my gaze briefly.
Instantly, he froze, a look of lustful expectation on his face, and I knew
that he was mine. I had captured him with my eyes without meaning to. His
blood was roaring through his veins and I could taste it. I stepped toward
"No," Duo said, "Not that one. Release him."
" . . . how?" I asked, my voice strained. All I had to do was take that
last step and I could sink fang into the smooth skin of his curving neck . .
"Heero," Duo said sharply. "You know how, simply do it."
I didn't want to, I wanted to pierce his skin and lap at the dark red blood
that would seep from the wound. I wanted to wrap his life around me, taste
his skin and drink him down. The strong visual jerked me back, made me
struggle to regain a bit of myself.
"I have another for you," Duo murmured to me. "Release him."
I glanced at Duo, throat constricting, but did as he said, and we moved on.
I could feel the man's eyes on me for a lingering moment, and knew that if I
wanted to taste him, I could call and he would come. He was mine now.
I carefully avoided catching anyone else and followed Duo. He stopped
suddenly, turned to face me and grabbed my hips, pulling me flush against
"Dance with me," he said, sliding his hands down to grip my ass as he began
to move against me. He glanced over my shoulder, then back at my face.
I shot him a confused look, but wrapped my arms around him and mimicked his
movements. He pressed his leg between mine, bringing his hands trailing up
my back. The taste of so much blood nearby made my head spin, and I
clutched Duo's shoulders.
"Duo," I said roughly.
"Soon," he promised.
His eyes flicked, again glancing behind me. I turned my head to look out of
the corner of my eye, seeing a slight blond man slipping through the crowd
toward us. Duo released me long enough to draw the man between us, bodies
pressed close, and turned him to me. I looked at his face and saw eyes the
color of a tropical ocean. I knew him, I worked - had worked, with him.
"Heero," he whispered, eyes wide and glassy. I recognized the expression on
his face, the look in his eyes. Duo had taken him.
Duo's hands snaked around his stomach, slipping under his shirt to trace a
line across his skin. "This one," he said to me, nuzzling the blond's neck.
"What is your name?" Duo asked him.
" . . . Quatre," he answered, tipping his head, eyes drooping as Duo's
tongue teased his skin. He leaned back into Duo, one hand reaching for me.
"Come with us," Duo said as Quatre's hand tangled in my shirt.
He nodded slowly and let Duo lead him away.
"Heero," Duo urged, turning to face me.
A low growl trickled from my lips, unbidden. I looked at Quatre's pale
skin, his lithe body encased in black pants and a dark shirt, and I followed
them. I caught his wrist, wrapping my fingers around it. I felt his pulse
beating erratically under his skin, and the hunger inside me flashed,
coiling up through me in a tight spiral. I heard Quatre gasp, and he looked
at me, a hunger of his own burning in his eyes.
I growled again, wrenching Quatre from Duo's grasp and making the blond fall
against me. I felt the surge of fear-tinged surprise well up from him, and
it fueled my need. Duo stepped up beside me, running his fingers over my
parted lips. My breathing was shallow, my lips wet where I had run my
tongue over them.
"Slowly, Heero," he said.
He slid his arm around Quatre again, dragging him back towards the wall.
The blond gripped my shirt, tugging me with them. Duo's back hit the wall
and he spread his legs a little, forcing Quatre to stand flush against him,
between his legs. Duo nuzzled his neck again, hands roaming over his chest.
"I am Duo," he breathed into Quatre's ear. "Heero is my mate."
I glanced up quickly at Duo. It was the first time he had used the phrase.
"Do you want him?" Duo asked, and I realized he was addressing Quatre.
If Quatre thought the question odd, I couldn't tell. His eyes dropped, then
rose slowly, taking in every inch of me. When his eyes met mine again, the
need in them had grown. Lust swam in his eyes like a tangible thing. Oh,
yes, he wanted me. I could taste his desire in my mouth, roll it on my
tongue. Lust and blood . . . it was an intoxicating mixture.
"Yes," Quatre hissed, hands pulling me against him. I could feel his heart
pounding against his ribs, forcing his blood through his body. I felt him
firm and ready through our clothing.
The music pounded around us, deafeningly loud, and I bent my head, brushing
my lips carefully over his. His breath rushed out in a moan and his arms
slipped around me, crushing our bodies together and pressing his groin
insistently against me.
Duo let out a small, breathless sound, and I looked up to see his eyes gone
completely indigo blue. I wondered if mine were the same, the white
swallowed by the color of my iris, and in the same instant, knew that they
"Take him," Duo groaned. "Take him." His command was more insistent, more
forceful the second time.
I buried my hand in Quatre's light hair, tilting his head to the side. I
felt Duo's gaze heavy on me, knew the feverish look that glistened in them.
I ran my tongue over the beating pulse in Quatre's neck, tasting the salt of
his skin and under that, the unique, smooth flavor that was his own. His
blood surged just below the surface. I closed my mouth over his raging
pulse, feeling it jump against my tongue. My free hand was on his hip,
fingers slipping through a belt loop. He thrust his hips against me and I
sank my fangs into the soft skin of his neck.
He let out a breathy cry, arms tightening, short nails digging into the skin
of my back where he had worked his hands under my shirt. I drew back,
watching the darkness well from the two tiny punctures, then sealed my lips
over it, laving it with my tongue and suckling.
Quatre was groaning loudly, pushing his erection harder and harder against
me. His head was tossed back, eyes clenched tight. Duo moved with him,
pressing his groin firmly against the blond man's ass. The hand on my back
convulsed and I drank down the glorious taste of him. It flowed into me,
breathing life like I had never known through my limbs. The coil of power
inside me, my power, broke free, surging upwards, out of my mouth and into
Quatre, and he screamed breathlessly, shuddering.
His rhythm changed, turning frantic. More gasping nonsense sounds fell from
his lips, changing to a high-pitched whimper as I continued to suck at his
neck. I was rocking with him, the physical pleasure adding to the
sensations already rubbing over my skin like the softest fur.
I heard Duo moan, "Yes," at the same time Quatre jerked roughly against me.
I felt his cock spasm where it pressed into me, and the heat of his release
heating the material of his pants further. I could smell it, mixed through
the scent of his blood and his skin. He was crying out, nails digging into
my back. My senses were full of him, his taste, his scent, his voice.
I pulled away, letting the feelings ride me. It was extraordinary, and
perfect. My eyes were heavy-lidded as I regarded Duo holding the spent,
gasping Quatre in his arms. I felt satisfied and full, my skin tingling
with the hum of power and his blood.
Quatre lifted his head slowly, like the action required energy that he didn'
t have. "Heero," he moaned, his hand pressed to his neck.
I looked at his face and knew that Quatre wouldn't forget me, ever. Neither
would I forget him. I had a piece of him now, and I meant to have another
taste, another time.
Duo lifted him in his arms, carrying him over to one of the many couches
spread along the wall. He set him down, drawing a white piece of material
from his coat pocket and gently wiping at the wound. It had stopped
bleeding, the skin healing quickly. I couldn't see it happen, but if I
looked away and glanced back, the mark had healed that much more. It would
be completely gone by morning. I looked at Duo and guessed why the marks he
gave me hadn't healed. He had wanted more than sustenance, and he had
He stood up, leaving Quatre nestled on the cushions, and crushed me to him,
pressing his lips hard enough to mine that he forced my mouth open. My eyes
slipped closed. His tongue pushed inside, teasing my tongue and thoroughly
exploring my mouth. He was tasting Quatre on me.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Duo smiling at me; that same sated, contented
smile that he saved for after sex. I felt my lips twist, mirroring him.
There was no fear left in me now, no hesitation. The night that had drawn
me for so long was now my world, and it was everything and more than I had
thought it to be. I felt the heartbeat of the night pulse around me, and it
- - - - - - - - -
The moon shimmered in the sky high above us. I sat with my back against Duo
's chest, his legs around me, bent at the knee and feet flat on the
shingles. We were on the roof of one of the buildings at the Riverside,
watching the world move beneath us by the moon's glow. The river shone with
I sighed, curling my arm loosely over Duo's thigh. His head rested on top
of mine, and he stirred at the sound.
He was silent for a very long time before he finally spoke. "Do you
regret?" he asked quietly.
I started to answer right away, but then thought better of it and seriously
considered his question. I hadn't seen the blinding fire of the red sun for
weeks, and I didn't miss it. I missed nothing. Once, I had thought that I
would miss the comfort of my favorite coffee, but I had found something much
better, much richer than its bitter warmth to wrap myself in.
There was nothing in my old life that had drawn me, consumed me so
completely as Duo did. The moon was as bright as the sun to me now, the air
milder, the steady flow of life around me sweeter. I had gained so much. I
had gained Duo. He was mine now, forever, until the world faded and
everything was but a memory, just as I was his. I had nothing to regret.
"No," I said. "I have no regrets."
"Heero," he murmured.
He told me once that he loved the way my name rolled from his tongue, and I
believed him. He said it so often. I settled closer, my hand tracing lazy
patterns on his thigh.
He bent his head down, rubbing his face against my cheek and whispered
quietly to me. ". . . mine," he said. "My . . . ."
I turned my head, kissing his lips softly, tasting him and drawing in the
scent of rain winds. There was a lazy heat to our touches, slowed by the
knowledge that eternity was ours. Soon, the heat would grow more insistent,
grow and consume us both in a rush of power and sex that would leave us
spent and sated, waiting for it to rise again. No, there was nothing for me
to regret. There were many fates worse than being held in Duo's arms. He
held me, and the stars overhead passed us by as we bathed in the perfect
light of summer's blurry moon.