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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 3. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" In a wild leap, Treize tackled the suprisingly muscular little body and wrestled it to the floor. "I hardly turn my back on you a minute, and you are into mischief." "Let me go!" The boy twisted and writhed, struggling to win free from the older man's insistent grasp. "What is your problem?" "Duo, hold still. Your body was two-thirds out of the window just now. You might well have fallen to your death. Shush, easy now, there's a good boy. Come on, take a deep breath, that's it. And another. Very good. You can't fly without your pretty ship, can you?" Treize coaxed, petting his downy cheek. "I want," Duo muttered. "I want to go. Please." Treize stared into the depths of fantastic purple eyes. "Gods, you really are far gone, aren't you? Well, come along. Trust me, the streets hold nothing for us but violence tonight. Far better that we distract ourselves inside, until the moons set and our minds have a chance to clear. Come along. Come play with Zechs and me. We shall divert ourselves until the madness passes, as best we may." And murmuring in soothing tones, he drew the boy down the stairs, into his private chamber. He bolted the door and hid the key, then turning, found Duo standing, open mouthed. He was staring at Zechs, naked and chained to the wall. "Why is he all locked up?" "Zechs is very strong, and temporarily quite mad. We cannot allow him to hurt us or himself. Can we, my dear?" Treize addressed his clan partner, clasping a fistful of the glistening platinum hair with one hand, and with the other teasing an erect nipple. He dragged the man's head back and kissed him full upon the mouth. Zechs' eyes rolled back in his skull. When Treize released his grip, the chained man howled in wolflike tones. Treize shrugged at the noise. "We shall drink a pious toast to the Lunar Goddesses," he declared grandly. "First in new blood, and then in ancient brandy, as befits the occasion. Did you know, my young protege, that we Lamians always start counting at the beginning again, with year number One of the new millennium, whenever the three full moons align, as they have tonight? Yes indeed, we do. It is very rare. A man easily can live his entire life without seeing such a thing, and his father and grandsire before him. And yet, youngster, here you are to witness the epic event. Don't you count yourself privileged? "Yeah. I guess so. I mean, sure," Duo muttered, pacing up and down the floor in agitated strides. "Dear me. Shall I have to restrain you also? So young, and a foreigner to boot. Tsk, tsk, what is this world coming to? And Doctor Po told you there was naught to worry your pretty head about? Tut. A serious professional misjudgment, that. I shall have to take the woman to task. I shudder to imagine what might have become of you, had we not chanced along." Treize suddenly bit into his own wrist, starting a dark red stream. "There now, my Zechs. No teeth, or I shan't give you any more tonight. Tongue and lips, softly, my dear. Very good. And now, a sip for our charming Duo. Turn about is fair play. Sup a bit, and tell me how you like my flavor. Come now, 't'will ease your restlessness, trust me. That's it. Look at that, Zechs. See how eager he is? Enough, my precious, else you'll drain me dry." In wonderment, Duo drew away, wiping his bloody lips with the heel of his hand. "What am I doing?" "Slaking the blood thirst of moon madness." "But why?" "Ha. If I knew the answer to that, I'd be a famous scientific genius. Instead of merely handsome, wealthy and powerful," Treize chuckled wickedly. "Will you let Zechs taste you now, lovely? Mayhap it will clear his mind somewhat. He's really quite a brilliant conversationalist when he has his wits about him." "Ya think it'll make a difference?" "Hmm. Possibly. At the very least, it should be pleasant, eh?" Treize grasped Duo's waist, ran a hand appreciatively down the sturdy back, and squeezed a buttock curve appreciatively. Then he tongued the previously bitten earlobe, starting the rich red flow again. "Gods, you are finer than any confection. Here, lad, I have a bauble for you. A little souvenir of tonight's adventures. Isn't it a pretty thing? An heirloom of mine, from an elder of my family, now alas, deceased and turned to mere corpse dust." He held up an earring depicting the three Lamian moons, framed in antique gold and platinum, set with an opal, a ruby and a black diamond. "See, here. This crest is the mark of our clan. And the post will just fit through the bite piercing." At which saying, the Lamian man fastened the jewelry through the boy's ear. "Very fetching. Don't you agree, Zechs?" The chained man commenced a prolonged snarling bark. "Stop that racket. You're driving me to distraction." And suddenly Treize sprang forward, wringing Zechs' throat in a fierce stranglehold. "Hey," Maxwell hastened to intervene, urgently pressing his body between the two. "I thought you guys were supposed to be buddies." He shoved Treize back. The man snapped at him, then shook his head. After a panting pause, he studied the boy, confused turmoil twisting his expression. Then he nodded and turned aside. But before Duo could follow, Zechs latched onto him. Densely muscled arms twisted about the struggling boy, as a hot mouth groped for the carotid pulse. Fortunately, there was already a fair amount of blood trickling languidly down from the wounded ear. Which saved Duo from having his throat instantly dissected. The Lamian paused hungrily to lap at the treat, tongue and mouth insistent in their eager quest, devouring every drop. The boy continued to writhe in the man's sturdy grip a minute or more, and after several wild contortions, was at last able to spring free. "Such an exotic flavor," Zechs commented, suddenly lucid, rolling his tongue as if mulling over a mouthful of vintage wine. "What planet do you hail from, Duo?" "Yes, tell us somewhat about yourself," Treize chuckled at Duo's overt amazement. The man unlocked Zechs' wrist shackles, draped a silk lounge coat over his partner's shoulders, drew up an armchair for the fellow, and handed him a large snifter of dusky brandy. Then he drew another chair alongside the fireplace, and settled into it with a comfortable sigh. Duo noticed that Zechs remained chained at his neck and ankles. The boy approached the two Lamians warily. "Come on. Fetch yourself a chair, make yourself comfortable, join us over here," Treize urged with an elegant gesture. "If you say 'we don't bite,' I'm going to jump out the nearest window," Duo growled. "Perish the thought," Treize laughed. "Now then, a glass of brandy for each of us. And a solemn toast." He raised his crystal globe until the flames from the nearest candelabra glittered through the liquid. "To the lovely lunar goddesses, who have deigned to grace our planet with their combined company once again. To the ladies of our clan, beautiful and brilliant as they are. And to clan comrades, the bravest of the bold. So long as we remain united, are we thrice blessed." The two Lamians drank down their spirits in single gargantuan gulps. Fearing to insult the natives, Maxwell did his best to follow this lead, sucking away at the volume of fiery liquid, swallowing for all he was worth. At last, with his guts on fire, he gasped a deep inhalation and set the empty goblet on the table. Zechs immediately refilled it, offering up a wicked grin. "A now for the life and times of Duo Maxwell," Treize chuckled. "Tell us all about yourself, lad, and stint not the details. Outside, the winds howl and the madmen do rave aloud. This promises to be a wearying night and long. But good company doubtless will prevail." Ever so cautiously, Duo crept nearer to the two lunatics. Meanwhile the careless casement and curtains allowed
the still brightening moonlight to slither into the chamber. ~ * ~
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