Disclaimer: How many disclaimers do you think you've read by now? I won't insult you by repeating it, and if you don't know it by now, you never will.

Pairings: 2x5, 2x3, 4x3, 4x5, 1x2
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU
Warnings: OOCness, LEMON (I always write lemon, it just happens), language, really bloody (slightly disgusting) at times.

Note: Like I said before, I'm having fun with this. I have only a vague idea where it's going, but it is going somewhere. I'm still amazed that I have something that resembles a plot. A plot! ME! Can you believe it? Didn't think so.

Dance with the Demons: Genuine Lies
Part Five
by Blue Soaring

Duo came awake slowly, then his eyes flashed open when he couldn't move his left side. Remembering his injuries from last night, he assumed the worst. He turned his head and saw Wufei curled comfortably beside him, his leg thrown over Duo and using his chest as a pillow.

Smiling, Duo brushed a stray strand of hair back from Wufei's face. He was still confused about the entire situation, but he wasn't really complaining. What was there to complain about? Oh, yes . . . Heero. Duo's smile faded, replaced by a slightly troubled expression. A vampire. A vampire that wanted his help. Supposedly, his help in stopping whatever was killing off people. Duo sighed. His life had gotten much more complicated in the past two days.

Then there was the lingering feeling of Heero's power, his touch on Duo's mind. He could still feel the icy blue fire of the vampire's gaze on his skin. A small shiver ran over him; he remembered what it felt like when Heero had spoken to him. He had said that Duo would be his, would belong to him. And that he would belong to Duo as well.

Closing his eyes, Duo burrowed under the blankets, unwilling to let his thoughts follow that path. He inhaled deeply, catching the clean scent of Wufei's skin. He breathed in again, wrapping his arms around the sleeping shifter. His life certainly had gotten complicated.

Wufei shifted, drawing Duo closer. He rubbed his cheek against Duo's chest, letting his eyes open lazily.

"Morning, Wufei . . . ." Duo said, brushing his hand through Wufei's black hair again. He trailed off, forgetting what he was going to say. He ran his hand through the black locks, amazed at the soft, warm texture. Then, it struck him. Wufei's hair was like his fur, slightly silky to the touch. It was nothing like any hair or fur that Duo had ever felt before.

Wufei was watching him, a small smile playing on his lips. "Whatever happened to 'Jesus, Wufei, what are you doing in my bed'?"

"Jesus, Wufei, what are you doing in my bed?" Duo said, carefully keeping his face blank.

Wufei grinned. "At the moment, nothing . . . but if you give me a second, maybe I can do something about that."

Duo chuckled softly, then quickly bit back a yelp of surprise when Wufei quickly grasped his arms and rolled them over so Duo was on top of him. Duo's eyes were wide, he hadn't thought of Wufei's strength before. He knew that shifters were inhumanly strong, but Wufei's submissiveness did a good job of making Duo overlook that one simple fact.

Wufei was smiling evilly. He knew he had surprised his master. He wrapped his arms around the braided man, bringing him close. Parting his lips slightly, he snaked his tongue out to lick at Duo's lips.

"See?" Wufei said playfully. "Now I'm doing something in your bed."

Duo arched an eyebrow. "And what is it exactly that you are doing?"


Duo rolled his eyes. "Cats . . . ." he mumbled.

Wufei pulled away a little, looking into Duo's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Duo said intelligently.

"You seem . . . troubled," Wufei said softly, unconsciously grasping Duo's braid in his hand.

"Nope, not me. Just trying to figure out what to do about Heero."

"Well, before we tackle the day, might I suggest a shower, and some breakfast?"

"Demanding little pet, aren't you? And who said anything about 'we'? I don't remember inviting you along for the ride . . . ."

Wufei was smirking. "I invited myself."

Duo let out a deep sigh, his face assuming a long-suffering expression. "My pet seems to be developing some rather noticeable un-submissive like qualities," he complained to himself.

"Must be your bad influence. Now, about that shower . . . perhaps I can bully you into a bath instead. Baths have so many virtues that make them much more fun compared to showers."

Hoping to prod Duo's thoughts along the same lines as his, Wufei pulled Duo down for a deep kiss, opening his mouth to Duo when he felt his master's tongue run purposefully over his lips. Rocking slowly against Duo's body, Wufei dipped his own tongue into the braided man’s mouth, reveling in the touch.

Losing himself in Wufei's kiss, Duo forgot about Heero and his words, at least for the time being.

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Wufei was feeling a little grumpy. Even though Duo had taken him to the bathroom, he hadn't tried his idea of sex in the bath. In fact, they hadn't done anything along those lines for the rest of the day. Duo had dragged him around town all day, taking care of minor business, which to Wufei was as boring as hell. Except for the one stop at the Atkin residence. They had a problem with ghosts.

The man of the house, one Sean Atkin, insisted that Duo banish the ghost immediately. Duo refused, reminding the man that unlawful extermination of ghosts was strictly prohibited. Unless the ghost was making a severe nuisance of himself or causing any damage to the premises or the people who lived there, the ghost was to be left alone. While Duo argued with the man, Wufei had a quiet chat with the ghost, whom he learned was a very young girl named Karen.

"So, do you talk to them? Or just hang around?" Wufei asked the hovering shade curiously.

As soon as Karen had found out Wufei was a shape-shifter, she was happy to talk. "Oh, no. The only thing I'd have to say to those two would be that the poor woman married a butt-head."

Wufei laughed. He liked Karen.

"Hey, who's the cute guy with the long hair?" Karen was sizing Duo up, noticing the nice curve of his ass.

"That's Duo, my master. Keep your spectral hands off," Wufei said, noticing the slight gleam in her gray eyes.

"Sorry, sorry. But there's something about him . . . ." She trailed off, floating close to the unaware Duo, fading out of sight. She reached out, not touching Duo, but held her hand hovering only inches from his face. She snapped her hand back, appearing next to the flustered Wufei.

"Where'd you go?" he demanded.

"I . . . I . . . ." she stammered, glancing nervously at Duo as he rolled his eyes behind Sean's back. "I was just curious, that's all! I didn't mean anything!! I don't want to go, don't want to go . . . ."

Wufei gaped as Karen started crying. He lifted his hand to touch her, then remembered she was a ghost. "Karen, what's wrong? It's okay, it's okay . . . shush, stop crying."

The girl hiccupped, then said between sobs, "He's, he's not human! He's not like butt-head or you! He's not a ghost or a zombie or a shifter or anything!"

"What are you talking about, Karen? Calm down and tell me."

The ghost swiped at her eyes. "I tried to touch his face, and I couldn't. Nothing, no life or power or anything! It was like he wasn't even there, like he doesn't exist!" She glanced nervously back at Duo, who was now talking to Mrs. Atkin. "He wasn't there," she repeated, "it was like nothing was there."

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"Well, that was a waste of time," Duo said sourly as he and Wufei left the house of Senora Lucrezia, local voodoo priestess and private lawyer. The Senora had taken one look at Duo and flat out refused to help him. Duo tried to convince her to help, using all his tricks to lower her guard. She decided to sic her zombie butler on them.

Wufei blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. "What now, master?"

Duo stopped short, and Wufei almost banged into him. "Would you please stop calling me that?" He whipped around, throwing his hands up in the air.

"You don't seem to mind when we're having sex."

Duo glanced down at a little boy who was watching them with wide eyes. He grabbed Wufei's arm and continued stalking down the street to his apartment complex.

"That's different," he mumbled.

"Oh. My mistake." Wufei wrenched his arm out of Duo's grasp. "It's not like I'm trying to get in your pants in public or anything . . . oh, wait, that's what you do."

Duo slowed his pace. "I'm sorry, Wu. It just makes me feel weird, hearing you say it."

"I don't feel strange when you call me 'pet'."

"I know, I know." Duo raked his hands through his bangs. "Maybe I'm just pissed off that we haven't been able to track down any information. And Lucrezia's never refused me point blank before, usually she at least LISTENS to me before she kicks me out. I didn't even know she HAD a zombie for a butler."

Wufei chuckled, remembering the look on Duo's face when the six foot zombie had shambled into the room. Of course, he would've liked to see the expression on his own face. The undead man had cut quite an impressive figure. Like the classic Frankenstein monster, only worse. He was real.

"Maybe Mary-Anne will help. She's Wiccan, I've never seen one of them turn down an offer to help anyone," Duo said, trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince Wufei.

Duo was still turning over in his head the small bit of information they had been able to turn up. The majority of premature human deaths were due to monsters, the second was attributed to suicide. Most natural causes of early death had been controlled or eliminated in the last fifty years or so. Of those deaths caused by monsters, most victims didn't have enough left of them to pinpoint the exact beast that killed them. Oh, you could tell if they were claw marks or teeth marks, or if the victim had been ripped apart, but the exact monster or exact cause of death? Not a chance. Usually the police said the victim was either munched or squished and just left it at that.

Duo sighed in frustration. They had spent the whole day searching without turning up anything remotely useful. He hoped Mary-Anne would have better luck, if she agreed to help.

They climbed the stairs to the second floor, and Duo knocked lightly on the witch's door. He waited, then knocked again. Wufei touched his arm.

"I smell blood, Duo. Fresh," he said, nodding when Duo pointed towards the door.

Duo tried the knob. It turned in his hand. Mary-Anne didn't usually lock her door, but Duo felt uneasy. He opened the door slowly, and the fresh copper smell of blood assaulted his nose. He resisted the urge to call out to his friend, instead letting his eyes focus in the dim light offered by the few candles in the room. He saw the slumped figure of a woman in the center of the living room.

"Jesus, Mary-Anne!" Duo cried, rushing to the fallen woman's side. He touched her arm, and she felt warm. Hope bloomed in Duo's chest. "Mary-Anne?" he said, rolling her over.

"Christ!" Duo shouted, jumping away. The woman's throat was torn out, blood and bone shone wet in the light. Duo looked down, felt bile rise in his throat. Her entire chest and stomach were gone, her ribs gleaming in the candlelight.

Duo backed away, shaking his head. "Mary-Anne, oh, God . . . ." His eyes burned with unshed tears. Angrily, he glanced around the apartment.

"Wufei, we have to . . . ." he looked again, but Wufei was gone. Then he heard a crash in the dim hallway of Mary-Anne's apartment. He felt the rush of Wufei's power, laced with anger and fear. Duo took off towards the hall, reaching blindly for his gun.

The hall was quiet. Shards of a mirror littered the floor, dancing in the reflection of candle flames. Candles burned everywhere. Mary-Anne must have been busy, worshipping or casting a spell before she died. Duo's mind jerked him back to the present. Mary-Anne was dead, and now the thing that did it was toying with Wufei.

Foregoing stealth, whoever was here already knew of their presence, Duo raced down the hall listening for struggle. Why hadn't Wufei called out? Where was he, why was it so quiet? Duo ran past a door, ducking to peer around the corner. No light, no sound. Empty.

He rose, turning when he heard a pained roar further away. He spun on his heel, running to the end of the hall. He burst into the room, almost tripping over the prone form of Wufei. Or what he thought was Wufei, transformed into a panther. Duo knelt, scanning the room. The panther was slick with blood, most of which looked like his own. Its chest was crushed, rising pitifully with each ragged breath. Duo couldn't see any evidence of it healing. Fear crashed over him in a wave. Could they heal something this bad? What if his heart was crushed? Duo didn't think a shape-shifter could survive if it didn't have a heart. Only the truly undead could do that. Like zombies.

Duo heard the attacker too late, turned his head too slow. Pain washed over him as he was flung into a wall. He slid to the floor, blinking madly and clutching his head. Duo pushed himself up to his feet, attempting to scan the room even as light flashed in front of his eyes. He heard a soft laugh as something picked him up and slammed him repeatedly into the wall. Then the world went black.

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He smelled forest and blood. Animal and death. Light speared into Duo's brain when he opened his eyes. He saw a tall figure and a woman standing next to him, arguing. Then he drifted back into his dreams.

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He dreamed of a boy and of death. They were the same, but they were different. He saw ghosts, hundreds of them, whispering. He saw Wufei in human form, torn, bloodied and broken. Mary-Anne was talking quietly to him as he dreamed, unmindful of the fact that her throat and most of her body were missing. He saw vampires, dragons, zombies . . . gnomes and demons, imps and tiny sprites. He felt the touch of their power, saw themselves reflected in it. He saw a mirror in front of him, but he had no reflection. He reached out and the mirror wavered like a reflection on a pond. He could see it, knew it was there, but it warped and bended, just out of his reach. Then there was nothing.

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Duo woke again to the low murmur of a voice. He felt a warm body pressed close to his.

"Wu . . . ." he breathed out before he succumbed to the darkness again.

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Someone was talking to him, hushed and comforting. He felt warmth flow over his body, tinged with a consciousness, like it was alive. Then it was cool, brushing over his fevered skin, the way a summer breeze hits you, just for a moment. He saw twin flames burning fitfully. He remembered Mary-Anne's apartment, the stench of violent death. But the memory was whisked away on the breeze, and the flames changed color. They shifted to a light violet, the color of Duo's eyes. The color deepened until they were a deep blue, then the flames stopped dancing, frozen in time. Light reflected off the now shiny surfaces of the frozen flames, and the blue ice began to melt, dropping tears of fire and ice into the darkness.

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The third time Duo woke, he opened his eyes long enough to take in his surroundings. He was in a bed, warm and comfortable under black satiny sheets. He blinked, clearing the fuzziness from his eyes. Turning his head, he saw the gauzy curtains dividing the large room in two. Duo blinked again, his mind fumbling. Heero's room, he was in Heero's room. How did he get here?

A warm hand touched his face, and he turned toward it. "Wuffie . . . you . . . " his voice cracked when he saw the face of Heero staring down at him, his blue eyes filled with sorrow.

"Where's Wufei?" Duo croaked, sounding much less threatening than he had intended.

"He's safe, healing. You should worry more about yourself." Heero withdrew his hand when Duo jerked his head away.

"How did we . . . you . . . Mary-Anne's . . . ." Duo felt his stomach churn and his mind started reeling. He passed out again, and Heero settled down to watch over him.

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Duo felt something wet against his neck. Absently, he brushed at it. Then it was back, more urgent this time. Groggily, Duo clawed his way back to full consciousness. He opened one eye a crack, saw the worried face of Wufei lying next to him. But it wasn't Wufei who was licking at his neck. Then Duo became aware of a weight lying partly on top of him, of legs tangled with his own. Duo opened his mouth and when no words came out, snapped it shut. Trowa was lying half on top of him, naked body pressed against his as he lapped at Duo's neck.

Wufei smiled. "You're awake, finally! Heero told us you should be awake soon, he let us come watch over you." He nuzzled affectionately at Duo's chest.

Duo opened his mouth, trying again. "That's great, Wu." His voice was still weak, but it was stronger than before. "Now, why is Trowa licking me?"

Trowa had stopped when Wufei had spoken. He moved to lie alongside Duo, still keeping himself pressed against the longhaired man. "I was trying to get you to wake up. Looks like it worked." He looked over at Wufei. "You're right, his neck is sensitive." Wufei cuddled close to Duo as Trowa spoke, and Duo decided that it was definitely getting crowded. And warm.

"Huh." Duo rolled his eyes. "Speaking of Heero, where is the happy bloodsucker?"

"Quatre drove him off after he found out he hadn't left your side since we found you. Told him to take a break," Wufei said.

"Weren't you here when I woke up once, Wu? I could've sworn you were lying next to me."

Trowa and Wufei exchanged glances, then Trowa said, "No, it couldn't have been Wufei, Heero was the only one who was with you after Zechs and Dorothy got into a fight over you."

Duo turned this over in his head. "Are you sure? I didn't think I was dreaming, felt real enough."

"Maybe Heero was lying with you. You were a mess . . . ." Wufei's voice was hushed.

"Yeah, right. Mr. Coldness himself was worried about me. Come to think of it," Duo said, smoothly switching his train of thought, "what happened? All I've got is a big jumble."

Wufei was toying with a piece of Duo's loose hair, and Duo noticed for the first time that it was unbraided. "I didn't get all of it, Quatre and Trowa were looking after me while you were out. But I know what basically happened from what they told me. I came to the bar several days ago, barely alive. I collapsed by the entrance, where Hilde found me. Apparently, I was in bad shape, worst of all my chest." Wufei shook his head at the fuzzy memory. "Nothing should be able to do that to a shifter, we're too strong. They said it was crushed. Literally crushed. Quatre said my heart was barely beating. Zechs pulled me back, and I was mumbling something about you and the Wiccan, Mary-Anne."

Duo looked over at Wufei questioningly. "I don't remember much, only snatches here and there," the Chinese man said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Anyway," Wufei continued, lying his cheek on Duo's chest. "Heero caught wind of it. He was furious. He sent out searches and started looking for information on where you were. He went to your apartment, saw the scene at the Wiccan girl's. Heero became worse then. It wasn’t simple anger, it went far beyond that. He found you a few hours after that, in a graveyard." He stopped, waiting for a sign to continue.

Duo found himself absently trailing his fingers over Trowa's back as Wufei spoke, dangerously close to his ass. He took his hand away and motioned for Wufei to continue.

Trowa looked disappointed for a moment, then Wufei went on. "You should have been dead, Duo. When he brought you back, you were a bloody mess. I think I lost it then. There wasn't a spot on you that hadn't been slashed open. He found you in a graveyard," Wufei repeated, "naked and tied to a tree. Up in a tree." His eyes flashed in anger.

Duo lay quietly, listening. "When was this?"

"About a day after I showed up."

"Which was how many days ago?"

"Four," Trowa said softly.

"I've been out for four days!?"

"Approximately. We don't know how long you were unconscious before he found you." Wufei over the narration again. "In any case, Heero brought you in four days ago, and you should have been dead. Zechs was pouring everything he had into you, but it wasn't helping. That's what he and Dorothy were arguing about. She said he was just going to kill himself, to try something else. He wouldn't even consider it. He kept trying to bring you around, then Heero called a stop to it. Dorothy suggested turning you."

"What?" Duo asked at the unfamiliar phrase.

"She wanted to change you into a vampire or a shape-shifter so you could heal yourself," Wufei explained.

"Jesus. There's a way to wake up, good morning, you're undead." He paused. "I'm not, am I?" Duo's voice rose an octave.

"No, you're still human." Trowa was lightly stroking the inside of Duo's thigh.

"Good. Let's keep it that way." He hadn't really thought he was, but a man should know if he'll turn furry or has joined the hallowed ranks of the walking dead. "So, how come I'm back to normal? I don't even have any twinges."

Wufei had burrowed his way under Duo's arm. "Heero kicked everyone out of the room. Then he closed the door, saying that anyone who opened it forfeited their life. No one went near it. He was in here for three days. We don't know what he did, but when he came out, it was to tell me you were alright."

"Three days in a room alone with Heero?" Duo shook his head dubiously. "I highly doubt Heero was cradling me in his arms. I really must have been out for the count. Come to think of it, I had a few weird dreams."

"Like?" Trowa asked in his rich voice. His hand was slowly inching its way up Duo's thigh and over his hip, gently caressing.

Duo felt himself growing hard. It was no use trying to hide it, he was as naked as the other two. He'd have to have a word with the esteemed Heero about that. Then there was the pesky problem of shifters being able to smell lust.

He sighed. "You're deliberately trying to get me horny, aren't you?" he demanded of the two shifters.

Wufei had the decency to look guilty, but Trowa merely smiled in his small way. "And if we were?"

"That's a poor way to treat a man who was almost dead for a week," Duo said, willing his erection to go away. He wasn't having any luck.

Wufei ran his hand over Duo's chest, stopping just above his now throbbing member. "I think it's a wonderful way to treat him."

"You're just saying that because I haven't been around to do you raw, Wuffie," Duo said, careful to keep his breathing steady. Oh, the two shifters knew he was ready, aching with desire, but he'd be damned if he was going to give them the satisfaction of being easy about it.

"Who said anything about me?" Wufei's hand had joined Trowa's in tracing little patterns on his hips and down the inside of his thighs. The feel of two different hands on him had Duo's blood boiling, and he started entertaining nasty ideas.

"Really, Duo, I'm not greedy," Wufei continued. "Besides, Quatre has been gone for the last few hours, and I think it's starting to affect Trowa."

Duo struggled to keep his eyes open, torn between jumping up from the bed or demanding that they stop teasing and just jerk him off already. He processed Wufei's last words slowly.

"Trowa?" Duo looked down at the green-eyed shifter. "You want me too . . . ?" Trowa nodded his head slightly. "And you don't have a problem with this . . .?" Duo asked Wufei, half hopeful that his pet would say yes and give him an easy exit. It's hard to worm your way out of something when you don't really want to get out of it.

Their hands fell away, and Duo nearly groaned out loud in protest. Wufei crawled out from under the sheets, over Duo and settled down beside Trowa. He touched the taller man lightly on the shoulder, and Trowa rolled away from Duo, spreading his legs under the sheets so Wufei could kneel between them. Duo scooted back a little, grateful that the pressure was off him for the moment. Stubbornly, he ignored the little voice that was telling him to stop being such an idiot. And he adamantly refused to admit he was feeling left out now.

Wufei dragged the blanket away from Trowa, exposing him. Duo noticed with a little jolt that the quiet shifter was amazing. Sleek muscled lines of his body glistened with a slight sheen of sweat as he watched Wufei silently. Duo glanced down and saw that both men were hard, aching for release.

The Chinese shifter took two of his fingers in his mouth, firming his lips around them and coating them with saliva. Duo let a small groan escape him, remembering the wet heat of Wufei's mouth on him.

Taking his fingers out, Wufei smiled evilly at Duo. He knew what the longhaired man was thinking. Trowa watched with a slight gleam in his eyes as Wufei moved towards him; he ran his fingers lightly over his chest, pinching his nipples, teasing himself. His breathing became rapid.

Wufei leaned over Trowa, propping himself up on one arm. He slid a finger inside the brown-haired shifter, past his puckered entrance to touch his sweet spot. Trowa's eyes slid shut, his hands drifting down to lightly brush over himself.

Duo watched, eyes wide. He didn't hear the door open or the silent footsteps of the vampire. He felt his own need spiral upwards at the soft panting noises Trowa was making.

Wufei slipped another finger inside, urging Trowa to higher pleasure. Duo surrendered to his lust, his mind clouded. He crawled over the sheets to Trowa, dipped his head and ran his tongue over a nipple.

Trowa's green eyes opened to narrow slits, hissing when Duo drew one ripe bud deep into his mouth. Duo used his hand to tease the other one, pinching it sharply when Trowa let out a loud groan. Duo's hair fell softly around Trowa, and the green-eyed man buried his hands in it. He rocked back on Wufei's fingers when he added another wet digit, moaning.

Duo worked lower, nipping at the taut muscles of Trowa's stomach and dipping his tongue into his bellybutton. He ran his hands down the moaning shifter’s sides, feeling the ripple of muscle under the tanned skin.

Wufei withdrew his fingers, moving to the side of the bed. Duo automatically moved in between Trowa's legs, nipping his way back up to Trowa's neck. He propped himself up on his hands, looking down at Trowa's parted lips. With a growl, he bent and captured the shifter's lips in a rough kiss, dipping his tongue forcefully past his teeth. Trowa rocked up against him, moaning into his mouth. Duo broke the kiss, panting. He ground himself against the man beneath him, low moans escaping his bruised lips.

Wufei leaned close to Duo's ear, running his hand over his master's ass. "Take him, Duo," he said softly, "he wants you . . . now."

Duo turned lust-cloudy eyes on Wufei. "What about you . . .?"

Then Quatre appeared behind Wufei, wrapping his arms around the black-haired shifter. Wufei tipped his head to the side, letting Quatre graze his teeth lightly over his neck. His black eyes fixed on Duo, asking.

Duo felt a moment of indecision. Wufei was his. But Quatre had had him before Wufei had even met Duo, had been with both him and Trowa. Wufei was still his, nothing would change that.

"Alright, Wufei, if that's what you want."

Wufei looked at his master a moment longer, searching his eyes. Then he smiled, seeing not only permission there, but trust and acceptance. He was Duo's, and Duo knew it.

Duo's gaze flickered over Quatre. The blonde was watching the exchange between master and pet, knowing when Duo fully understood. Then he pressed Wufei back onto the bed, seizing his mouth in a vicious kiss. Wufei whimpered, arching his body into the vampire. Duo knew the sounds Wufei made, felt his body respond to them. He gazed down at Trowa, suddenly overcome with an uncontrollable urge to see what sounds the usually silent man would make.

Trowa pressed against Duo, seeking contact. Duo shifted, placing the head of his dripping cock at the brown-haired shifter’s entrance. He leaned down, closing his mouth over Trowa's as he pushed past the tight muscles.

Trowa's hands clenched in Duo's hair. He opened his mouth against Duo's, groaning. He ran his hands through the chestnut waves spilling around him, spreading them out in a curtain.

Duo let the sensations wash over him, fully sheathed in Trowa's heat. He was tight around him, slick from Wufei's fingers. Duo glanced over at his pet. Quatre was sucking on his neck, pumping his hips slowly. Wufei gripped the blonde's sides with his hands, spreading his legs as wide as he could. He rocked with him, his moans growing louder with each thrust. Wufei looked over at Duo then, through eyes hazy with pleasure. He let his eyes rove over the two, and his pink tongue darted out to swipe over his lips before disappearing again.

Duo rolled over, bringing Trowa up to straddle him. He lifted the green-eyed shifter, bucking his hips and driving deep into him. Trowa's eyes glazed when he felt Duo strike his prostate hard. He leaned forward a little, changing the angle. Duo thrust up again, and was rewarded with a long moan. He continued thrusting, and Trowa's breath came in short, hissing gasps.

Trowa braced his arms, supporting himself. Duo let go of his hips, using one hand to stroke Trowa's cock in time with his rhythmic thrusts. Wufei's panting reached Duo's ears, and he heard it change into a scream as Quatre ruthlessly pounded into him. Quatre's low groan of release melded with Trowa's groans, and Duo lost all semblance of control as he rammed deep into the brown-haired man.

Trowa opened his mouth in a long cry. He shuddered, then spilled his release over Duo's stomach. Duo felt Trowa's power crash into him as his inner muscles clamped around his cock buried deep inside the green-eyed shifter. It flowed along his limbs with electric intensity, searing his mind with pleasure. He drove into Trowa one more time before he emptied his seed into the shifter. Trowa's muscles continued to clench as his orgasm faded, milking every drop from Duo's pulsing cock.

When Duo's eyes cleared, Trowa was curled on his chest, a low rumbling vibrating through him.

"Sweet Jesus, he does it too . . . ." Duo mumbled under his breath.

Wufei was lying on his side, close to Duo with Quatre spooning him. The blonde's eyes were wide with surprise, an expression Duo had never seen on his friend's face.

"I felt Trowa's power, Duo," the blonde said quietly. "Wufei said the same thing happens when you take him."

Duo lay still, thinking. "Yeah, it does. I figured it was because I was human. I'm not used to all this supernatural energy flying around." He frowned. "But that wouldn't explain why you felt it."

"I felt nothing when Quatre took me, well, besides the usual from Duo," Wufei added and Quatre playfully slapped him.

"I've never experienced it before," Quatre mused. The he smiled devilishly. "Maybe we should get together, Duo, and see if it's the same for vampires and shifters."

Duo hastily shook his head. "No thank you. I'll stick to the living."

Quatre gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling. "The living . . .? Oh, I see." His eyes gained a mischievous twinkle. "Heero will be returning soon, Duo. He'd like to see you when he gets back."

"Yeah, I'd like to have a little chat with him myself," Duo said, wondering about his odd dreams and if Heero had anything to do with them.

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