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
Category: AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC(I'm running out of add-ons)ish, yaoi, language, LEMON, blood.
Spoilers: Not very likely.

Note: Okay, okay, I know. I'd better address that little Heero trying to kill Duo issue. Dacia should be reeling by now. Her nudging is becoming highly effective. What can I say? I have a decidedly unhealthy urge to appease her. And suzume was getting carried away with the teasing emails, I think. For some reason, I seem to want to defend her from Dacia’s wrath. And yes, Dacia has wrath. Don’t let her fool you.

Dance with the Demons: Sanity's Nocturne
Part Sixteen
by Blue Soaring

"Tell me, Heero. I don't think I have the energy to kill you right now, so you're probably safe," Duo said. It was only partially a lie.

"Is which true?" the vampire asked.

Duo's throat worked as he tried to speak. "Any of it. What the idiot was rambling about."

Heero was silent for a long time, then he pushed Duo away. He got up, walking away from the bed. Duo let him go, resisting the urge to bundle himself up in the blankets when Heero's warmth left him. Heero turned, leaned back against a wall and crossed his arms.

"Yes . . . ." he answered, still not facing Duo. Instead he gazed out the dark window. "The church. You were supposed to die. I tried to kill you."

Duo froze, slumped back against the sheets. God damn it, he hadn't expected it to be true. "There has to be a reason," he said finally, accepting the vampire's quiet confession with alarming ease. Much more easily than he would if he didn't feel like his entire body had just been run through a trash compactor. His brain was still fuzzy from Heero's energy, but the pleasant sensation that Duo felt when he shared power with Heero was swiftly being buried under the dull ache.

"You were a threat to me, to everyone," Heero said softly. "No," he corrected, "there was the threat that someone would use you against me. I don't believe anymore that you would hunt me without reason. I was careful to not give you a reason."

"Trying to have me killed is a damn good reason."

Heero nodded.

"Then why do it?"

"Humans do stupid things all the time for no reason. Why would a vampire need one?"

Duo shook his head, instantly regretting it. Nausea washed over him in a wave. When it passed, he said, "Not buying it. You're not making sense. How can you say you were careful to not give me a reason to kill you and agree that trying to kill me is a reason, all in the same breath?"

Heero sighed, passing a hand wearily over his face. "You're being amazingly calm about this," he stated.

Surprise, surprise. Duo was fighting to stay calm to keep himself from throwing up or worse. Having hysterics at this point would probably have the same effect as prodding a pissed off badger with a pointy stick. In response to Heero's comment, he just shrugged.

The vampire missed the movement though; he was too busy staring a hole through the window. Silence reigned until Duo decided that Heero was just going to stand there, waiting for him to say something.

"Well?" he prompted. "Where's the logic?"

"I don't think there is any logic," Heero replied. "I watched you hunt and kill, confident that you would leave me and mine be if we posed no threat to humans."

"Something had to make you change your mind," Duo said, a cold chill passing over him.

"Perhaps the rapid decrease in the preternatural population. Something was killing them as quickly as the renegades were attacking humans. I found no trace of interspecies war, private grudges, nothing." Heero finally turned his head, pinning Duo with his cobalt gaze. His eyes were old, sad. They seemed so out of place at that moment on Heero's face. "Only . . . you."

"You think I was knocking off monsters for fun and games?"

Heero shrugged, making the movement graceful and meaningless at the same time. Duo couldn't tell if Heero was denying or confirming what he had said. "Either that," the vampire said, "or someone was using you against us. I couldn't take the chance that it was the latter, and if it was the former . . ." he trailed off, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of the window. Duo was forced to look down the length of his own body to see the vamp.

Heaving himself upright with a grunt of pain, Duo leaned back against the headboard, letting the sheet pool in his lap. He felt better now that he wasn't lying prone on the bed, vulnerable.

"If you wanted me dead, why am I still alive?" Duo asked, trying without much success to ignore the increasing pressure in his chest. Heero had tried to kill him. Forget reason and logic. Heero had tried to KILL him.

A whisper of a smile flitted over Heero's face. "Your stubborn attachment to life?"

A fine tremor ran through Duo, making him shiver in the warm air. "Seriously, Heero."

Heero shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. Duo pressed a hand to his side, hoping to lessen the pain. He breathed deeply. Damn. His chest was getting tighter. Heero's face blurred around the edges. He blinked, clearing his vision for a split second before it became fuzzy again, worse this time.

"The fire, I-"

"No, wait," Duo said, stopping Heero before he could continue. "I remember." Duo closed his eyes, blocking out the world. A throbbing pain in the back of his head caused him to mutter a curse. But it was there, buried under years of suffering and pain. Duo remembered that night more than three years ago. And he saw the church burn.

Running, shouting for someone, anyone who was still alive. Wooden beams crashing to the floor, raining sparks and flames down. The searing pain of a beam striking him, sending him sprawling to the floor. Lying still, gasping. Smoke burning his lungs, making him dizzy. Lurching to his feet, only to stumble and pitch forward again, landing on his hands and knees. His vision fading at the edges. Shadows move among the flames, taunting him. One detaches itself, laughing cruelly at his pain.

Another shadow appears, making the first cringe in fear. It snarls something unintelligible, then flees. The new shadow stays, bending low over Duo and murmuring softly. Looking up, seeing twin blue flames dancing before him, making him wonder just how much smoke it takes to cause a person to hallucinate. Then the feeling of strong arms wrapping around him, gently cradling and lifting. A voice reaching him through the roaring of the fire. "I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry."

Murmuring that one phrase over and over, Heero carefully carried Duo away, out of the flames and the burning church.

"Why?" Duo asked, coming back to the present. "Why save me?" A sharp burning replaced the ache in his chest, making the sting in his side seem that much worse.

A moment of pure silence. "I don't know for certain," Heero answered finally. "Maybe I did think I could own you, maybe I thought I'd never have to deal with you. Whatever it was, I didn't think you were the one causing so much trouble."

"Why contact me years later, and ask me to stop killing? You think I was the problem again?"

"No," Heero answered softly. "I saw the others, vampires and shifters half a world away, become aware of you. If you continued to kill . . . they would take action."

"And when trying to stop me with ultimatums failed, you tried to enlist me to your side," Duo said.

Again, Heero nodded. "If I could convince the world at large that you were with instead of against us, they might have left you alone."


"You can't predict what some will do. You simply prepare for eventualities."

"Having me smack dab in the middle of your little fortress would be one of those preparations, huh?"


"Who appointed you my guardian angel?" Duo asked, bitterness in his voice. Some angel; went from trying to sauté him to using him as monster bait.

"Angel doesn't seem a really appropriate word where either one of us is concerned."

Duo couldn't help but smile at that, despite his discomfort. The smile wasn't a truly happy one, though. "You still killed everyone in the church."

"I was careless." Heero held up a hand when a look of pure rage crossed Duo's face. "I'm not trying to place the blame elsewhere, the church burned under my orders. But I was careless with what exactly those orders were."

"Uh huh, and what exactly did you order done?" Besides a well-done barbequed Duo, he added silently in his head.

"I ordered you dead, and I said I didn't care how. It is understood that no innocents are supposed to be caught in the middle of our disputes."

"One of you didn't understand that." Duo said. "Sally." He looked up, certain he was right. "It was Sally's work."

"She set fire to the church, but I'm not certain she was behind it."

"Come again?"

"I think Sally's being used."

"Used . . . ? By who?"

"That, I don't know. But I will find out." A pause. "Life would be simpler if people had never become tangled up with the monsters," Heero stated.

"Yeah," Duo mumbled. "That would've made my life a hell of a lot easier." It was really just another similarity between them. If Duo had been in Heero's position, he probably would have reacted the same way. Eliminate the threat. Of course, Duo would have just shot him, no fucking around with burning buildings and sending out lackeys to do the dirty deed. But he wouldn't have saved Heero. He would have let the vampire burn. He accepted that realization coolly. Now, he knew, he wouldn't, couldn't, sentence Heero to die. He couldn't picture Heero torn, broken, bloody. Dead. Not by his own hand, not by anyone else's.

But what did you do when you couldn't tell the difference between the monsters and yourself?

"I should kill you," Duo said then, taking a deep breath and wincing when pain shot through his left side. So much for posing a threat.

"Will you?" Heero asked mildly, his tone not quite concealing his apprehension.

"No I don't think so," Duo said. "Mostly because I can't walk right now. I'll get you later, when your guard is down." He started to laugh, but the sound rapidly dissolved into a tearing cough.

Heero was kneeling on the bed again, alarm showing in his eyes. "Duo?"

Duo waved him away once the fit had passed. "Nothing, it's nothing," he said, clutching the sheets to his chest. He didn't want Heero near him right now. "Go away."

Heero stayed right where he was. "You're a terrible liar."

"Yep," Duo said, breaking out into another fit. Suddenly he stopped, gasping. "This is getting bloody damn annoying," he said when he got his breath back. "Next time, you be the one who nearly gets their head handed to them."

Heero’s eyes were once again drowning blue, vibrant with life. “That sounds fair,” he said softly, absently caressing Duo’s flushed cheek with his thumb. "Zechs will be here soon."

"Yeah," Duo said. "Hope he hauls ass. I don't want to pass out again. It’s embarrassing."

Duo refused to look Heero in the face. He wasn't sure if he hated Heero right now or not. The vampire had tried to kill him, then saved him. What was the point? He was leaving out something . . . a whole shitload of somethings. Duo felt the world slipping away again, the pain in his chest stealing whatever energy he had left. He'd get the whole story, even if he did have to kill someone.

An odd smile emerged on the vampire's face when Duo finally closed his eyes, turning his head into Heero's touch.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Why am I the only one who always feels like shit!?" Duo demanded. Once again, he was bundled up in the middle of Heero's bed. Quatre sat beside him, calmly listening as Duo finished up his latest rant. Both of them were beginning to believe that Heero had a severe hang-up with having Duo in his bed.

"How am I supposed to know?" Quatre asked mildly.

"Oh, shut up, Q."

Quatre grinned. "Do I have to threaten you to keep you in bed?"

Duo refused to dignify that with a response.

"And don't think I won't go through with the threats, either," Quatre continued happily, passing Duo a hot cup of tea. "Here, drink this."

It was childish, and more than a little stupid, but Duo turned his nose up at the steaming mug. "No, I'm not thirsty."

"Being thirsty has nothing to do with it," Quatre said, still holding out the mug.

"Look, Q. I'm fine. Perfect. Zechs fixed me right up. I don't even know why I'm stuck in this damn bed."

"So we can entertain lurid fantasies about you. Drink it."



"Bite me."

Quatre's face lit up with a teasing grin. "Certainly.” He put the mug back on the nightstand and leaned down over Duo, turning the grin into something feral. "Where? Do I get to chose?"

Duo couldn't help but smile back in response. Shaking his head, he pushed Quatre away. "No, you can't. Go away.”

“I can’t pick?”

“You can’t -bite-, now go away!”

Quatre sighed dramatically, levering himself up. "Oh, well. You really shouldn't tease me like that." He picked the mug back up. "Drinky, drinky," he said, jiggling the cup a little.

Duo snorted. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just say 'drinky'. It ruins your vampiric image. And no, I'm not drinking it."

"Drink your fucking tea, Duo," Quatre growled, fangs glinting.

Duo blinked. Yikes. "Okay, okay." He grabbed the mug and took an experimental sip. Hmmm. Wasn't too bad.

Quatre smiled smugly.

"What's with you?" Duo asked sourly over the rim of his mug. He took another sip. Nope, not too bad at all.

Quatre shrugged and somehow managed to make the movement look sexy. "I ravaged you while you slept. Now I'm basking in the afterglow."

"Ha." A joke, a joke, it was just a little joke. No reason to get excited. The simultaneous thought of 'Quatre' and 'ravage' conjured up quite a few ideas, not all of them unpleasant. Actually, all of them were quite the opposite.

The blonde ran a hand through his hair. "I'm concerned," he said, his face turning serious. "On top of everything else, Lowe has shown up again. It causes problems."

"No shit."

"Big shit," Quatre corrected.

Duo chuckled.

They sat in companionable silence for some time, then Duo said, "You think some of it might be connected?"

Quatre slid fully onto the bed, rustling the black silk. Heero had changed them again. He stretched out on his stomach sensuously, then folded his arms and rested his head on them.

"Do you HAVE to do that?"

"Do what?" Quatre asked.

Duo gestured vaguely with one hand. "Make everything . . . sexual."

Quatre shrugged again. "Probably not, but it's fun watching how it affects you."

"That's funny, really funny."

"Tell me what you think might be connected, or I really will ravish you," Quatre said.

Duo spent a split second trying to decide if that was a threat or a promise. He was tempted to keep quiet and see what the vampire would do. One look at Quatre's sparkling blue eyes told him everything he needed to know.

"Ah," Duo said quickly to head off his impending ravishment. "I'm thinking maybe Mariemeia has a schedule of her own. Something about her makes me think she's not working for anyone. Sally, on the other hand-"

"She seemed confused when she came here looking for Lucrezia."

"Yep," Duo agreed. "Who would be strong enough to trick her into doing that, without her even knowing?"

"You think Odin had something to do with it?" Quatre guessed, then he paused, considering. "That's possible. He would be able to cloud her mind. Why would he though?"

"Not exactly sure," Duo admitted. He had a few ideas, though. "Mariemeia wanted my abilities to stay latent, even if it killed me. Odin wants them for himself . . . even if it kills me." Christ, a lot of people were willing to kill him. "Lucrezia was involved with Mariemeia, and both of them went poof." He held up a finger, forestalling anything Quatre had to say. "Poof just before Catherine went to kill Mariemeia. I'm guessing that someone else went to Lucrezia's. Then Sally showed up here, looking for the voodoo chick once she had gone missing. If they were working together, Sally wouldn't have done that; she'd have known where they both were. If they had nothing to do with each other, why would Sally care? That would put Odin and Sally together on one end, Lucrezia and Mariemeia on the other."

"That makes sense as far as it goes, Duo, but it leaves a lot open."

"Yeah," Duo said, stretching. He was wearing new pajamas again, only this time red and made of something that seemed like satin. Heero really liked to have everything match his decor. But he wasn't complaining, it was much easier to concentrate when he wasn't naked. "It does. But still, why would Sally care what Mariemeia did, unless it threw a wrench in her own plans? If she wanted me dead, honest to God dead, why go after them? Mariemeia would have been content if I died, so they can't be allies."

"Are you sure Sally wants to kill you?" Quatre rolled over onto his side, interested in Duo's theory.

"Oh, yeah, she WANTS to kill me. Think she said she'd like to rip my heart out and feed it to me."

"Awww, how sweet."

"Precious," Duo said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway. Wanting to kill me and actually killing me are two different things." Not by much, but still. There were lots of people Duo wanted to kill, but he never got around to most of them. "It just makes sense to me that Odin was the one behind Sally's actions. He'd kill Mariemeia for trying to stop my powers from surfacing." Duo still tripped over the word 'power'. It sounded so weird when he was talking about himself. "And since Lucrezia was involved with Mariemeia, he'd have tried to kill her, too."

"Alright," Quatre said. "Odin could have been working through Sally in order to conceal his presence here. One glimpse of him, and any of us would have told Heero. Heero would have suspected him of something right away. But Sally seemed to want Lucrezia alive."

Damn. "Okay . . . I forgot about that. Lucrezia’s involvement is a big unknown here. A good reason to not trust her. But now what?"

Quatre gave him a questioning look.

"I think Odin's got Sally in the palm of his hand, which means Catherine, her wolves and the rest of Sally's group are his too. Lucrezia seems pretty pissed off with what Mariemeia tried to do, which suggests that she wasn't in on THAT part of the plan. Mariemeia's gone missing - again. Odin's after me, or more specifically, my power, and probably wants to off Lucrezia and Mariemeia, or use Lucrezia for something. She might be involved in some way that we don’t even have a clue about. And Odin’s got some serious issues with Heero, too. So what do we do? Which one do we deal with first?" Duo stopped, sagging back onto the pillows. Talk about up to your neck in shit.


Duo looked up and saw Heero standing just inside the gauzy curtain. "How do ya figure that?" He'd decided to deal with Heero later. Of course, he came to that decision a few hours ago, which made now, later. He felt his headache stirring up again.

"He tried to kill you," Heero said. Duo kept his mouth shut, wisely neglecting to mention the fact that Heero had tried to kill him, too . . . and the fact that he was presently sitting smack dab in the middle of Heero's bed. The chances that he'd end up in Odin's bed? Not bloody likely. Attempting to murder him wasn't really Duo's idea of effective foreplay.

Something must have shown on Duo's face, because Quatre was suddenly standing, heading out the door. "It’s close to dawn," he said by way of explanation. He closed the door with a soft click, and the sound seemed remarkably like the clang of prison bars to Duo.

"Shit," Duo said under his breath. He didn't want to be alone with the damn vamp again. He slipped his hand underneath the pillow, wrapping his fingers around the Glock's grip for comfort. Duo would have to remember to thank Wufei appropriately for giving it to him. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that he wouldn't have to shoot someone. Having the option made him feel that much better.

Heero remained standing, giving no indication that he knew of the gun's location. He was unnaturally still, silent, like a stone statue; his face betrayed no emotion. It was then that Duo realized how animated the vampire had become. Now, he was the same as before. Cold and quiet. And insanely dangerous.

"What do you want?" Duo asked quietly.

"Many things. Right now, however . . . ." Heero stalked towards the bed, moving in his own cloud of barely contained violence.

"Stop." Duo fingered the gun's grip nervously. Could he really trust him? Now that he was thinking straight, he really didn't want the vampire to touch him. Every time he did, they managed to get sidetracked. Sure, he lusted after the vamp. He could admit that much to himself, no sense trying to hide it. And sure, having sex with the vamp would be all fine and dandy, in a mildly mind-blowing way. Hell, he could even admit that being surround by the vamp's body and that really damn arousing scent that seemed to follow him everywhere would be more than a little bit nice. And it seemed trying to think of Heero as only 'the vamp' really wasn't working.

Dammed if he was going to tell Heero any of that. Especially now.

"Don't come near me," Duo said. Okay, Heero stopped moving. Good. Duo was about two seconds away from drawing the gun. Not so good. If he pulled a weapon on the vamp now, he was pretty sure he would be aiming to kill.

And the little voices in Duo's head were jumping around screaming again. Oh, goody.

Logic: You don't want to shoot the vamp, he protected you . . . wait a second. He also tried to kill you. Uh oh. We have a problem here.

Lust: You don't want to shoot the vamp, look at him! He's sex on two legs! Think about it. Four thousand years of life, he's got to know more than a few good tricks.

Practicality: You want to shoot the vamp. He's dangerous.

Hmm . . . tie. Also not good.

"Duo?" Heero was looking at him oddly.

Whoops, forgot he was there for a moment. Right. Vampire, gun. To kill, or not to kill, that is the question. For surely, 'tis nobler-

"Duo?" Heero said again.

Looking up, Duo realized that Heero had somehow made it to the side of the bed and was staring down at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

Ever get the feeling your own mind had started working against you?

"Yeah, yeah, waddaya want?" Duo asked, his hand relaxing around the gun for the moment.

"What do you want, Duo?" Heero countered.

Well. That was unexpected. Lets see . . . what did he want. Happiness? Security? A really good supernatural fuck? Decisions, decisions.

"That’s the sixty four thousand dollar question, isn't it?" Duo said, glancing up and catching sight of burning blue flames. Oh no, you don't . . . he looked away quickly, focusing on Heero’s shoulder.

"You don't know?"

Amazing deductive powers this vampire possessed. "Nope, not a fucking clue. Why don't we start with you, huh?" Wait a second. That sounded like he said he wanted Heero. Time to rephrase. Freudian slip? What's that? "Why don't you tell me what you want."

"Looking at you now, Duo, and knowing that you have your hand on the gun, ready to kill me, I think it’s too late for what I want."

Well, now that that's taken care of . . . . "I'll just be on my merry little way, then," Duo said, tossing the sheet off of himself and scooting over to the other side of the bed.

"No," Heero growled, and suddenly Duo was thrust back against the bed with one very determined vampire on top of him and the gun lying abandoned somewhere under the pillows.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Duo shouted, trying to get some leverage to push Heero away. The vampire had his wrists pinned on either side of his head and was using his lower body to press Duo into the mattress. Unbidden, the image of what they had done earlier that night in his own apartment swam before his eyes. Duo felt his blood rush and body tighten in response, making him hard. Heero’s groin was pressed into Duo's, and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips.

"I know you want me, Duo, I can taste it," Heero said, softer now.

Duo heard the words dimly through the rapid beating of his heart. He felt his power stir inside him, waking in response to Heero. "Yeah, so what?"

"Why are you fighting me?" he asked.

"You tried to kill me," Duo snarled back, pissed off with himself and his reaction to Heero.

"I tried to protect what's mine," Heero replied. "Quatre, Trowa . . . Wufei. Everyone."

"You lied to me."

"I didn't know the entire truth."

"You used me against your enemies."

"I tried to protect you from your own."

"I don't need a fucking babysitter!"

"What do you need?"

Duo opened his mouth, ready with a sharp retort before Heero's question had really sunk in. "A vacation," he snapped.

Heero shook his head. "What do you need?"

"I don't know."

"What do you want?"

“I don’t KNOW!”

“What do you want?” Heero insisted, his face hovering mere inches above Duo’s.

"I want you to shut the fuck up and kiss me, dammit!" Duo's eyes widened when he realized what he had said. Well, shit.

Heero didn't waste any time in asking if Duo was certain or had realized just what he had said. The vampire dipped his head down and fiercely captured Duo's lips with his own. He forced his mouth open with teeth and tongue, a groan of satisfaction echoing deep from within his throat when Duo responded by tangling his own tongue with Heero's.

Duo pressed himself hard against Heero, the sharp points of fangs against his lips. The heat of the vampire's body surrounded him and he felt Heero’s erection hard against his own. Duo groaned as he thrust up against Heero, his legs unconsciously parting. The vampire's tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting him. The sharp tip of a fang pricked Duo's bottom lip, and he tasted his own blood.

Heero groaned, drawing Duo's lip into his mouth. He shuddered, then pulled back, watching Duo's eyelashes flutter over dazed eyes. The power between them was muted, still flowing just below the surface, waiting for release.

"What do you want?" Heero repeated.

Tugging one of his hands out of Heero's grip, Duo reached up and curled his fingers in the soft hair at the base of his neck, pulling Heero's head down. He brushed his lips over Heero's, then swiped his tongue over them in a wet line.

"I want you to touch me," Duo whispered against Heero's mouth before he slipped his tongue between the vampire's lips and the almost delicate points of his fangs. He brushed his tongue over the line of Heero's teeth; pressed their mouths harder together and stroked his tongue over Heero's. He felt his body grow impossibly hot, overcome with the urge to have everything Heero could offer.

Heero released Duo's other hand, skimming his own down Duo’s arm and leaving it resting flat on his chest. He rubbed his palm over the silken shirt, making Duo's nipples pebble hard. He broke away, slipping his hands under the cloth and dragging it over Duo's head. With the shirt now lost amongst the sheets, Heero looked down at him. Cobalt eyes gone impossibly dark with lust, he smoothed his hands over Duo's chest, tracing the sharp planes and curves, down to where the red silk rested low on his hips.

Duo shivered, and it had nothing to do with being cold. Heero's eyes were like a weight against his skin, following the invisible trail left behind by his hands. The vampire lowered his head again, this time licking a wet path across Duo's body where silk met skin. Moving up slowly, he nuzzled Duo's stomach, taking in the scent of his skin. He traced a circle around Duo's navel, dipped his tongue inside with quick, light touches.

Another fine tremble ran though him when Heero started moving up again, his tongue hot against Duo's skin. He stopped at one of Duo's nipples, hovering just above it. His eyes rolled up, met Duo's cloudy gaze. Breathing a puff of warm air over the small bud, he said, "What do you want?" before closing his mouth over it and teasing it with lips and tongue. He rolled it between his teeth gently, then bit down with enough force to make Duo feel the hard tips of his fangs.

Duo had to swallow twice before he found his voice. "I want you to taste me," he breathed, cupping Heero's face in his hands and pulling him up.

The vampire made a small sound of need, borne of a hunger for Duo's sex and blood. He laid light kisses over Duo's collarbone, moving steadily up to the soft skin of his neck.

Heero's scent surrounded him, spicy, hot . . . dark and intoxicating. He felt Heero's cheek rub against his, then the vampire's hot breath brushed against his neck. Heero nuzzled him with his nose, tongue darting out to lick the small marks where he had tasted Duo before.

Power sang through Duo in a rush, no longer buried deep inside him but reaching to the surface, straining towards Heero. His vision dimmed, stained a blue that mirrored the fire in Heero's eyes. He felt Heero's fangs sink into him, suggestive even in that little movement, and Duo arched up, pressing himself against the vampire. Velvet energy caressed him, inside and out, touching him intimately. Heero's fangs withdrew, but the power stayed, growing stronger as he drew Duo's blood and power out of his body and into his own.

Duo rocked his body against Heero's, small whimpers filling the air around them. Heero shifted above him, bringing one knee between the braided man's legs and pressing against his arousal. Duo's mouth fell open in a sharp gasp. He felt as if he would burn up, caught between the pleasure of his power and Heero’s touch.

Heero slid his arms underneath him, then rolled so that Duo was on top of him, sprawled over his chest. He laid a gentle kiss over the tiny pinpricks on Duo's neck, then let his hands slip down to grip Duo's hips. "What do you want?" he asked as he dipped his hands just inside the waistband of Duo's pants and ran heated fingers over his skin.

Duo pushed himself up on his arms, hands splayed against the black sheets. He looked down at Heero and murmured, "I want . . . ." as he settled back on his knees, tugging Heero's shirt up. The vampire grasped the hem and quickly stripped it off, tossing it aside.

"I want . . ." he said, leaning forward again and rubbing his erection over Heero's. Duo pumped his hips slowly, gaining speed as Heero's breathing became more and more ragged. He felt the energy flowing between them grow in waves, slacking off then surging upwards again, stealing Duo's breath and tearing animal sounds from his throat.

Beneath him, Heero rocked up, meeting Duo's thrusts with his own. His grip tightened on Duo's hips, slowing him down. Dropping his hands lower to run over Duo's spread thighs, he asked again, "What do you want?" His voice was low and husky. It sent tiny shivers coursing through Duo.

"I want you," Duo said, pushing himself back up. He ran his hands over Heero's chest, stopping when he came to the barrier of his leather pants. Unlacing the ties, he pushed the pants down, revealing Heero's erection to eager eyes. Duo wrapped both hands around him, his breathing speeding up in anticipation. Heero was almost painfully hard, heavy in his hands. Duo ran his hand over Heero's arousal slowly, spreading the small droplets of liquid that appeared at the tip. "I want you."

Heero's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Duo's legs. Duo released his erection, getting to his knees to push his own pants down. The silk pooled on top of the sheets, crimson on black. Heero growled, hands sliding up to caress the skin of Duo's lower back and buttocks. Settling down over Heero's body again, Duo brushed their naked erections together. The vampire’s breath hissed out.

"I want you," Duo said again, reaching behind himself and grasping Heero's hands, "to touch me." He drew one of Heero's hands back around, bringing it up to his mouth. He slipped two of Heero's fingers into his mouth, licking and teasing them with his tongue. He kept his eyes on Heero's, watching the power and lust flow through them. Letting the fingers slip out of his mouth, Duo moved Heero’s hand behind him, pushing it towards the cleft of his ass. "I want you to fuck me."

Heero groaned, running his fingers over the tight ring of muscle surrounding Duo's entrance. Duo let go of Heero's hand, using his own to spread himself open. The vampire slid lower on the bed, drawing one hand back around and slipping it between Duo's legs, pressing on the soft patch of skin just below his opening.

Duo's legs shook under him. His eyes threatened to close and he fought to keep them open. Heero started to lazily circle his entrance with a finger, dipping just the tip inside. Duo pushed back, crying out when he felt Heero's entire finger inside him. He caught himself on his hands, bracing himself above Heero. The vampire pushed his finger deep inside, moving it in and out slowly. Duo spread his legs wider, his head falling forward.

Heero withdrew his finger, then pushed back inside with two. He massaged Duo's entrance, making Duo moan each time he pressed deeper. Using the heels of his hands, Heero forced Duo's buttocks apart, then pushed the tips of two opposite fingers inside and pulled gently, widening his tight opening.

“Hurry up,” Duo panted, wetting his lips. He lifted a hand, making a vague gesture. "Give me - !" his sentence was cut short by a harsh cry when Heero's fingers plunged into him, making his back arch sharply. Duo pushed back, rocking his hips into the vampire's hand. "Lubricant," he ground out from between clenched teeth.

One of Heero's hands ghosted down Duo's leg, leaving a burning trail in its wake. He stretched out, reaching for the drawer and emerging with a small jar. He pushed it into Duo's hand. Duo fumbled with the cap, finally opening the jar and dipping his fingers inside. Reaching between their bodies, he wrapped his hand around Heero's erection, smoothing the cool gel over his length. He teased the tip, felt the heated shaft twitch in his grasp. Duo moved his hips, placing the vampire's arousal resting against the cleft of his ass.

Heero made a guttural sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan and withdrew his fingers. The tip of his erection pressed against Duo’s sensitive opening, then pushed slowly inside. Duo rose up, bracing himself on Heero’s shoulders, then pushed down, feeling himself widen and stretch. Heero’s eyes were fixed on Duo’s, his kiss-swollen lips parted.

Duo smiled; lust clouded eyes and heavy lids transforming his expression into something decadent. Tendrils of hair had worked loose from his braid, spilling down over his neck and chest. He met Heero’s gaze and let gravity take over, dropping his hips and forcing Heero’s erection fully inside him. Duo whimpered sharply, his nails digging into the vampire’s heated skin.

Mouth falling open in a cry of pleasure, Heero snapped his hips up to meet Duo. He gripped Duo’s ass, holding him up effortlessly. Without pause, he started to thrust, pushing himself deep, only to withdraw and then plunge deeper. Duo’s back arched, his head tossed back as his cries escalated into full-throated shouts. The burning flow of energy surged forward with a vengeance; passed over and through him. His vision faded at the edges until there was only Heero and himself, consumed by lust and power.

Dimly, Duo felt himself being lifted up and turned around; Heero’s erection sliding completely out. He managed a desperate, “No!” then felt his back press against Heero’s chest as he was set down in the vampire’s lap. Heero lifted him again, his erection slipping easily back inside Duo.

Gasping, Duo reached down and tangled his fingers in the sheets. Heero’s arousal pushed so much deeper now, pressing firmly against a spot hidden inside him that made his entire body pulse and burn with pleasure.

Heero plunged himself into Duo again and again, his breath escaping in sharp groans. Duo writhed against him, nonsense sounds falling from swollen lips. Heero groaned loudly, pushing deep inside Duo and wrapping an arm tightly across his chest. His erection pulsed and Duo felt him come, spilling heated liquid into him with a strangled cry. Power surged through Duo in waves, stealing his breath. Heero's other hand found its way to Duo's arousal even as he bit down on the braided man's neck.

Mouth falling open in a breathless, silent scream, Duo came, coating Heero's hand with his essence. The burning energy grew larger and still larger, engulfing him until he couldn't see, hear or think, only feel. Then it broke, exploding over him in a rush, and finally he found his voice. Duo's skin burned with power as he cried out; a sound base and primitive, filled with pleasure. His hand flew to Heero's head, holding him immobile with lips pressed to Duo's throat.

Duo's head fell back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to regain his breath. Heero held him in his lap, face buried in the warm, soft hair at the base of Duo's neck. He breathed deeply, resting there for a moment; then gently lifted the exhausted Duo, laying him down on the cooler sheets.

Duo made a small sound of disappointment, which was cut off abruptly as he felt Heero slide out of him. He took a deep breath, turning his head to face the vampire and slowly cracked open an eye, somewhat relieved and disappointed that his vision was normal once again. A man had a limited amount of strength, and being with Heero severely taxed Duo's.

"My ne-" Duo's voice was rough and failed him before he could finish his sentence. He grinned, swallowed and tried again. "My neck is going to be one big hickey," he stated.

Heero curled himself around Duo, spooning him, and brushed his fingers over the red-stained skin. His eyes flickered from neck to face and he smiled. Not a happy smile, although he did look decidedly content, but a secret little smirk that suggested he was thinking about a repeat performance. Duo opened his mouth to head off that idea right away, at least until after a short nap. Ten minutes should do it. That was about as long as Duo was willing to wait.

The vampire took that opportunity to kiss him, sliding his tongue easily through Duo's parted lips. Heero's tongue tangled with his own in a slow, languorous dance, and Duo got the distinct feeling that Heero was quite pleased with himself. Hell, Duo was quite pleased with him.

Heero pulled back slowly. "It doesn't have to be the neck," he murmured, somewhat cryptically.

Duo's brow winged up. "Oh?"

The vampire nodded. "It can be here," he said, touching Duo's neck, "here," his hand dropped down to brush his fingertips over Duo's wrist, "or . . . ."

"Or . . . ?" Duo prompted.

Heero's expression remained the same as he dipped his hand down, resting over a spot remarkably high on Duo's inner thigh. "Or here."

Duo had a quick flash of Heero's head buried between his legs. And what a nice picture it was. It gave him ideas. Lots of ideas.

Smirking to himself, Duo shifted around a bit on the bed, pushing himself back into Heero until he found a comfortable position. He just barely managed to stifle the evil chuckle that threatened to escape when he heard Heero moan softly.

Lots of very interesting ideas.

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