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"Planet of the Vamps "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, yaoi, bondage, little smidgens of
het Summary: Stranded on a strange planet, Duo Maxwell studies Biology 101 Pairings: Read and see! Written for GW Safehouse's Vampire month
"Planet of the Vamps " Part Two It was a black cloak with a glossy red satin lining. The garment wrapped itself around him like a lewd lover's embrace. It swirled about him whenever he took a step. Maxwell felt like a walking vampire cliche. Sally Po didn't seem to perceive how melodramatic he looked. She was concerned for Duo's newly retrieved health, now that the season had changed and the skies seemed intent on an incessant outpouring of icy sleet. The doctor had loaned him the cape. It was practical, warm and repelled water very well. Most of the Lamians wore similar cloaks against the vicious weather. Of course, it fit Sally much better than Duo. But the statuesque doctor dismissed his worries that the hem would get muddy. She really was a very kind person. He appreciated her obvious care as she tenderly kissed him, her usual morning caress before he left for work at Club Aconite. Today was going to be a break in the routine, however. Quite a dramatic change for Maxwell, in fact. He approached the front door of the Visitors' Center, and the guard addressed him. The guy was a newbie. Duo hadn't seen him at the post before. "They told us at orientation, never to go outside of here without a native guide," the man scowled at Maxwell suspiciously. "They told you right," Duo agreed with a cheerful nod. "So how come you're immune? Garlic necklace, asafetida sachet, holy water ampule, silver bullets, charmed cross medallion? What's your secret?" "Got me a Lamian chick. Matter of fact, got me three Lamian chicks," Duo grinned wickedly. "That makes a difference?" "All the difference in the world," Maxwell divulged. He took a deep breath and scurried out into the gods-awful winter weather. The wraithful vapors engulfed him as he departed the shelter. xXXxXXx "Mother hen-ing doesn't become you, Lucrezia," Une told her. "Hush and let me do this, or else I'll be nervous and distracted the entire time we're gone," Noin retorted. "Now, Duo, pay attention, there's a dear. I've left several nutritious meals for you, already prepared. Don't just snack the whole time we're gone. Be sure to get plenty of sleep every night. Don't work too hard, and don't spend too much time straining your eyes or cutting your fingers on your precious engine parts. You have my contact number, in case of emergencies. Or call me, even if you just feel lonely and want to chat." Maxwell grinned. "Don't worry about me. No matter how I get knocked over, I'm someone who always lands on my feet." "Spoken by the boy who so recently crashed his spacecraft into the side of the planet," Noin clucked at him. "Hey. They say any landing you can walk away from is a good landing." "As I recall from Sally's description, they had to carry you to the trauma center." "Well, I would have walked if I hadn't been unconscious at the time." "Enough," Une interrupted. "We need to leave now, or else we shall be late for the opening ceremonies." Noin hugged Duo tightly and gave him a lingering kiss. "Have fun," Maxwell told her as she drew away. "Its a solemn religious observance. We're not meant to have fun." "But knowing you, you will anyway." Une decided to take her turn at scolding him. "Here are the keys to the weapons locker. Keep them on you at all times. And do try to behave yourself, Maxwell." Then, to his utter amazement, she placed a steaming full-mouth lip lock on him. It was the first time Une had ever kissed him. His surprise was so thorough, he scarcely heard their final farewells. He had to shake himself alert again to bolt the front door after the ladies' departure. The place was supernaturally silent and downright gloomy. The club members were all away at their prayer ceremonies. The typical street traffic was absent for similar reasons. It might have been a ghost town, and Duo Maxwell its sole occupant. He turned on the radio for a while. But the usual music had been replaced by special religious programming. The recorded prayer chants were quite eerie. With strange rattling percussion that seemed like the clattering of deathheads' jaws. Duo turned off the sound system with a shudder. He concentrated on getting the club's inventories and accounts in order, the monotonous figures taunting his mind with tedium. Then he spent the rest of the day working on a part of his shuttle's guidance system. This was a particularly frustrating venture, since he had been unable to obtain several replacement parts. It occurred to him, he might be stuck on planet Lamia for a long time. Maybe even the rest of his natural born existence. Staring long and hard at the tiny intricate components of the device eventually gave him a pounding headache, which throbbed acutely over his prior head injury. He rubbed at the angry red scar. Then set aside his tools, and climbed the small spiral staircase into the garret. The shadows grabbed at him from oddly twisted angles as he passed. It was a snug attic, sealed against the vicious winter winds that howled outside. Noin had made up the cot there with fresh bedding for him. Duo sank gratefully upon the soft surface and felt the entire planet spin giddily around him. He wondered idly if he was being affected by moon madness. Dr Po had reassured him that foreigners were pretty much immune to the malady, and not to worry about it. Listening to his blood pulse in his skull, he passed out. He awoke violently to discover nightfall was fully upon him. This was his first opportunity since arriving on Lamia, to observe the town after dark, the Visitors' Center building having no view, except of the spaceport. Duo staggered to the picture window overlooking the street. He gasped. Three moons hung in the sky, all full. He had heard about the event. Knew it was rare, had been told it was the reason for the current religious rites. But no forewarning could have prepared him for the impact of this thrilling view. The first moon, so huge it devoured the night sky and flooded the street with nacreous light. The second moon, sinister black, seemed a cruel maw opening into the body of the first, attempting to seize the planet Lamia and swallow it entirely. And the third moon, red. So glistening and vivid, it seemed a pool of blood spilt freshly from the blade's killing slash. Maxwell heard his own heart's violent pulse. Felt the seductive draw of the three moons. He was restless, pinned, helplessly trapped. He desperately wanted to open the window and fly toward the glorious objects of his lust. To escape again to his beloved stars. He wanted to. Wanted to open. Wanted to open it. To open the window. His hands caressed the casement. Grasped the twin handles, twisted and shoved. The transparent shutters opened easily, as if sucked forward by the draw of the glittering moonlight. The midnight wind, dry now, and icy, caressed his cheeks in voluptuous pleasure, entered between his parted lips to suck out his warm vitality. Suddenly, two fiery eyes, a livid face confronting him, contorted, snarling in lunatic laughter. With an animal howl, Duo slammed the casement shut and fastened it. The roof was four stories high. How had the invaders gotten up there? How? Instantly came thudding upon the roof, so violent that the rafter timbers trembled. Duo's heart slammed against his chest wall, making an hysterical bid for escape. In his haste, he nearly tumbled down the narrow staircase as he flew to the weapons locker. His chilled fingers trembled and he dropped the keys. He knelt, groping for them in the dark. Now came pounding on the entry door. Cursing. Vehement threats, muffled, but unmistakable in their violence. Moonlight flared and glared around the entrance with each slam upon the woodwork, as if the structure might collapse at any moment. At last the keys. Duo held his breath as he painfully inserted them, twisted, opened the cabinet, peered into its deadly recesses. Take the laser rifle. Or that power pistol. Defend yourself. Guard the threshold. Instead, he pulled out a stiletto, the handle encrusted with brilliant garnets. Duo's heart pulsed a chant. "Blood, blood, blood," it hissed to him, relentless in its desire. He stalked to the front door. Unlocked the handle. Drew back the bolt. Flung the door open. "Come in or be damned," he shrieked in a fury. They were over the threshold in an instant. Towering as stone idols. Vast shouldered, hugely muscled arms, sleek and powerful. Scowling angry faces, glaring down at him. Flaming eyes, swirling with blood lust. Duo's back struck the wall. He clutched the dagger in his fist, but could not muster the strength to raise it in defiance. He blinked stupidly, gazing steadfastly into the hypnotic eyes of the intruders. Laughing derisively, one of them slammed the door and bolted it again. "He's armed," the other noted sarcastically. "Such a pretty young fellow it is. What a brave little bastard, to let in the denizens of the night. Do you hear the moons' chant, boy? Does it pulse in your heart's blood? Let me taste you and find out for myself." Lucidity returned to him quite tardily, he reflected. "Treize and Zechs," Duo muttered in hoarse tones. "The threshold reeks of your ruttiness, boy," Zechs hissed. His eyes glowed pure vermilion. Maxwell laughed. "It ought to. I've pissed on it every day for weeks." "Foolish to taunt him," Treize snarled. "Can't you see he is fully in the clutches of moon madness?" "And you're not?" Maxwell sneered. "We wouldn't still be talking if I were." Treize' patrician tones were dismissive. "Where is my lady Une?" "Gone." "Gone? Where?" There was a hint of desperation, masked poorly by sarcasm. "Out of town. Traveled to Noin's family province. To be with her mother for the religious rites." "Liar!" Zechs howled, pouncing at the boy. Maxwell raised his daggered fist defensively. "No," Treize abruptly intervened, dragging Zechs bodily away, pinning him to the wall. The two towering men glared murderously at each other. "The boy is upon clan turf. He willingly invited us into this domicile. Obviously he is here with permission. You cannot slay him. It would be homicide, unjustifiable. Plain and simple. You have no cause. T'would be a foul deed. Unforgivable. Think, man!" And with that saying, Treize backhanded Zechs across the mouth. To Duo's astonishment, Zechs stilled, staring into blankness with a hypnotized gaze. But Treize flung about instantly, jumped the boy, and wrestled the knife free, nearly breaking Duo's wrist with the move. Maxwell cried out in pain. Treize had him by the shoulders, hauling upwards until the boy's feet left the floor, shaking him so his teeth rattled in his head. "You smell of my lady Une." Treize licked Duo's lips lasciviously. "Her lust is fresh upon you. How dare you?" Maxwell turned his head aside and spat. "It was her idea. She's a grown woman. I don't tell her how to act." "Listen to me boy, and listen well. Zechs scents his mate upon you. He is utterly lunatic with lust. And I am not far behind him. I don't know how much longer I shall be able to think clearly. To think at all." Duo stared into blue eyes that swirled with blood. He shook his head to clear it of the sickening haze. "I'm guessing if its a 'foul deed' to kill me here, its not all that justifiable to assault me in other ways," he growled at his aggressor. Treize grinned, then suddenly swooped down to lick the boy's neck. "Sweet, sweet flesh," he crooned softly into Duo's ear. "You have desires. They burn in your eyes, reveal themselves. Speak to me. Tell me of your secret wishes. Why did you come here? What do you seek, boy? Name this thing, and it is yours. I promise you. Upon my honor, I swear it, boy." Unwillingly, Duo's lips parted. Unwittingly, he whispered. "To fly." Desire and lust burned in him, so painfully that he cried out in desperation. "Please. I only want to fly again." Treize' nuzzled, nudged at his ear, tasting it. Licking luxuriously over the cunningly intricate helix. Duo writhed under the caress, struggled in the clutches of his captor. Then he felt the teeth, piercing his flesh easily, his hot blood trickling down, the sinuous tongue lapping at it, spilling more. The seductive voice whispered. "Delicious." ~ * ~
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