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"Ash Tree Cruel "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi, violence, AU Summary: Duo is a wanderer, drawn to an ancient
barrow in the hopes of speaking to his master's death soul. Heero
is a guardian servant in this dangerous place. Will the death soul
seeker become a sacrifice on the bloody altar of a cruel cult? Pairings 1x2
"Ash Tree Cruel " Part 5: Elder Doom Tree It was a taste sweeter than new wine in springtime. And just as intoxicating. Such a feel to the mouth, open and yielding. Yet perhaps hesitant. Yuy reminded himself he had intended to offer comfort. He drew back. Duo's eyes fluttered open. He looked doubtfully at the other. "Was it not as you expected?" he asked. "I do not wish to seize what may not have been offered," Heero explained. Duo's head cocked to one side with a look of wide eyed puzzlement. Heero found the expression agonizingly irresistible. "Art a virgin, Duo?" The boy colored carnelian across the upturned curve of his nose and cheeks. He reached out to set the small cake near the spread viands. Then he turned again toward his comrade. "Ah, er, no. And yes. An eager lass. Or two. From time to time. When saying 'no' would seem cruel. Fawn eyed and pleading as they sometimes seem. When traveling far. One does not like the thought of perhaps fathering children, all unbeknownst, see you? And left behind to possible hardship. Yet is it difficult to turn them down. Sometimes. The girls. When there is a sweet look, a poetic phrase. And the new mown grass fragrant of an evening. Or fine music playing to the ear. When one has had a bit of ale, and then a bit more. Do you see?" "Your master did not forbid such things?" "He was no ascetic. Although he advised moderation. A seeking of balance. Use of judgment. Consideration of another's welfare." Heero nodded. His craving pierced sharp into the depths of his chest. The same sense as when he stared out with yearning over a vast expanse of wild cerulean ocean. And desired every last drop of it to his command. "Never lain with a man?" he concluded. "No," the boy replied. He leaned forward. Tilted his head. Closed his eyes. Long satin lashes graced the highlights of his cheeks. "Not yet," he murmured. Heero's fingertips brushed over lips, facial curves. Back over the neck. Settled in depths of silky hair. Now, again, he seized the mouth in his own, partaking of it deeply. His hands settled vigorously down the sturdy stretch of back muscles, extracting a sudden whimper. Hastily Heero drew back. "That thrice damnable scoundrel. I had forgotten." He tugged at the shirt cloth. "Show me." He removed the boy's shirt. Then drew him closer to the fire. Tenderly he ran his hands over the weeping red welts. "I have an unguent that should be palliative," the boy commented, reaching for his rucksack. "Hmm. Scrofula. No. Rheumatics. No. Udder galls, definitely not. Ah, this one." He extracted a small ceramic jar, removed the covering, and sniffed at it speculatively. "The aroma isn't unpleasant," he added, as if this were an important point. Heero sampled the scent. Rich, like autumnal leaves after rainfall. "What is it?" he asked. "I'll tell you later," Duo laughed low. "More than once have you said that," Heero scowled. "You have still to explain the mysterious humorosity of the Tanist's cedar plaque," he reminded. "On the break of sunrise of the first day of the new year. You may ask of me any questions, as you like. And I promise to answer as many as I can." "Very well. I shall attempt patience." Heero drew out some unguent, rolling it tentatively between his fingers. It did feel comforting. He turned the boy away from him, soothed some of the extract onto the stung flesh. Watched the expansion and contraction of Duo's thorax hasten. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. "No," with a groan. Shuddering and panting. "Your hands feel good." Muttered low. Heero meticulously touched each injury on Duo's back and arms, prolonging the process somewhat. "Now finish undressing. I will see to your nether limbs," he stated. The boy took off his soft hide boots, unfastened the lacings of his leggings and dropped them to the floor. "Remove your breechclout. Not to neglect any of your injuries. Lie down on the pallet." Heero began treating the welts upon the thighs. And then the buttocks. He leaned forward, nuzzled the helix of a perfect ear. Whispered in it. "Duo. You have the sweetest flesh of any mortal, man or woman, since the beginning of time. I should like to take you. Pleasure you. Do you think you might like it from me?" "Yes." The trembling increased. Heero sat upon the pallet, and drew the boy, prone, hips across his lap. He raised his own knees, the boy's buttocks higher. He grazed with the least of touches the whey-white skin, down, around and up, over and again. Then he spread the cheeks, placed some of the unguent upon the entrance. Pressed his thumb into the hole until the resistance yielded passage. Let his thumb find its way all in, his fingers upon the balls, teasingly. He hearkened for the gasps, nearly silent sounds, very urgent. "Is it good?" "Yes." Whispered low. One handed, Heero loosened his own clothing, releasing his erection. Maintaining his other hand in place until the last moment. "Sit up. On my lap. Ease down. Slowly onto it. Now bide there. Just there, and don't move. Close your eyes." He followed his own advice then, clenching his eyes shut, breathing heavily. Feeling the exquisite torture of having the other's body pinioned by his own force. And his body trapped beneath, rock solid, unmoving. Duo's head lolled back upon Heero's shoulder. The braid captured between them tugged for freedom. Heero laced one hand into the hair at neck's nape. The other he raised, licked his finger tips, which tasted bitterly of the medicinal unguent, a strange contrast to the boy's sweet skin. Which he sampled next, running his tongue along the mandibular angle, up to the cunningly carved, intricate lines of the helix. When his tongue went deep into the boy's ear, the body riding on his shuddered all the way down, tugging and jarring at his straining erection. He moaned into Duo's skin. Moved both his hands. One sought across the sturdy pectoral planes, found a nipple and teased at it. The other found Duo's hot erection and fingered, then fisted it. A vaguely fragmented sense it was, eagerly to massage a cock between his legs that he couldn't feel immediately, but translated into far tighter strokes, transmitted through his companion's body to his own. He suckled hard at the boy's throat. He wanted to shout, but distracted his mouth instead, in deference to the other's silence. At last, both hands working hard over cock and balls, insistently extracting trembling tribute. The boy's body, completely his, tensed as if in torture, paused, tensed again, harder, solidified, drawing up. So intent was Heero upon working the boy's body, his own climax startled him. Burning hot along the inward aspect of his belly, the fire spread rapidly. He grappled the hips on his, pressed up as far as he could rise, and ejaculated, pulse upon pulse. And again, and more still. Exquisitely prolonged. At last, gasping, collapsing. He had missed tending Duo's climax, he realized. They must have exploded simultaneously. He drifted upon satiety, leaning into the boy's body upon the pallet, clasping it to his own. Feeling the chill of naked flesh, he groped for the throws and covered them both together. Later opening his vision onto a glistening expanse of stormy perse Solstice skies, he focused on Duo's eyes. Staring back into his own. "I am yours," Heero spoke abruptly. "Either my ass for your taking, at your leisure. Or a boon, service or stake, as you may choose. Warrior to warrior." "Me?" Duo spoke doubtfully. "Certainly. Trained to weapons, and fighting weaponless, the both. Easily seen in your stance against the Tanist of Su." "Oh, aye, that. My master wanted me able to defend myself. Though he preferred the staff as less damaging than the blade against an opponent. Generally the stick suffices. I am taught to run and hide, if possible. Not very warriorly, eh?" "And that other mystery of slipping your bonds so easily?" Pure admiration and wonder. Duo laughed. "A practicality. I am trained to legerdemain. Making coins appear from thin air, rabbits disappear from boxes, escaping from rope bonds. Singing of airs, playing musical instruments. Poetry recitation. I can even juggle, dance and tumble. Anything that might earn supper along the road. Being so small of stature, my services at manual labor are not much sought, see you?" Heero smiled, clasping the boy's braid, nuzzling at the soft hair spilled upon the boy's features. "A boon?" Duo repeated pensively. "As you choose. Anything," Yuy agreed somberly. "Then as boon. I ask you will not take my place upon the altar stone." Heero sighed. "I have already promised that to my Liege Lord. Offering it to you is a cheat, see you?" "Then I beg you, do not die before me." "Equally a cheat. Since my life preservation is already vowed to my master Merquise's service." Duo pressed his head against Heero's shoulder. "Heero Yuy. Speaking warrior to warrior, you are not very biddable." "Then remain I in your debt." "Which is too dangerous. My own life being staked, as you know. Very well, my boon being denied, I require the following service. Brew me some chicory infusion to go with yon cake, which I wish to consume rather than waste." Yuy rose on one elbow, scowling down. "You do not take the debt seriously," he chastised his comrade. "On the contrary, I do. And since you cannot grant me heart's desire, nothing remains but the mundane. Now if you do not make haste in the brewing of my drink, I shall cry 'foul' loudly." Heero smiled at this saying. Handed the boy a clean rag warmed in water. Then each piece of attire, most attentively. Then the small cake to the boy's hand. All the while with an eye to brewing the chicory infusion to perfection. Duo sighed comfortably. "And whoever declaims against domestic pleasures, perhaps he proves a fool. In the long run, our lives are measured in myriad minuscule, mundane lengths. A tongue twister, that." The boy poked out a tiny pink tip from his mouth, wiggled it, and sucked it back inside. Heero choked on his chuckles. After finishing their food, they went for a stroll, seeking the more open places, soaking as much sunshine into their bodies as they could find. "Look you here. What means this carving?" Heero called aloud from forward on the path. Duo ran up to the place where his comrade stood. Fingered the long-healed flaw in the tree's bark. " 'Tis an ancient symbol signifying the number 13. And carved upon living elder wood. This is meant as a dire warning against the place," the boy stated. Heero felt every short and long hair upon his body stand simultaneously and tingle. He reached for Duo's shoulder, wishing desperately to break the other's contact with the doom tree. The boy's body went suddenly stark stiff. His eyes rolled back in his head, showing the whites fully revealed. He staggered, then dropped. Yuy clasped the stricken body. Which went limp, breathless, then pulseless. "Duo? Gods, what is it? What ails thee? Cans't hear me?" He rubbed the boy's chest with both hands, urging the act of breathing upon his friend. At last a gasp, the fluttering of eyelids. A low moan. The pulse racing in return. " 'Tis the gallows tree. So many dead here. They clamor, a huge tumult, righteous indignation. Decade upon decade. Centuries in transit. Cruel execution. Just vengeance is demanded for this toll. Too many voices, all at once." The boy's tremulous hands reached to cover his ears, as if he could exclude the noise from his head. "The message be received. Leave him now, before you kill him," Yuy shouted, fearing and feeling foolish, all at the same time, for thus addressing empty air. Yet it seemed the death souls could be commanded. Duo gradually calmed in his arms. "Better?" Heero asked. "Dear heart!" Duo groaned, massaging at his chest with the heel of his hand. Then with a sudden exclamation of triumph. "Heero, we have them. We have them now." And breaking free of his comrade's grasp, the boy crawled upon the ground. He swept the dry snow and sodden leaves aside. Eagerly groped the earth with both hands. Crowed aloud when his hands brushed at a smooth stone surface. "We have them, I tell you." Puzzled, Heero scratched at his scalp through his thick soft hair. "Intractable lunacy that may not be cured?" he recalled some such recent diagnosis. He stared at his friend's small backside, which waggled at him. "Duo? What," he began. Then slammed to a standstill as his friend's body disappeared
abruptly into the depths of the dark earth. ~ * ~ tbc....
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