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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 4. "So, you're an Andromedan, eh?" "Who knows?" Duo Maxwell shrugged. "Its just that Traeskavelon is the first thing the Andromedans would bump into after crossing the vast inter galactic void. Spacecraft do tend to crash onto our planet. And the feral people of the Traesky forest include a bunch of us purple eyed demon folk. Some of the scientists insist we hail from Andromeda. But then, I've read stuff that claims the whole Milky Way was settled by travelers from Andromeda." "Interesting. Being a galactic alien would explain why your aroma is so strangely spicy. Not to mention your unusual flavor," Treize smirked. "The barbed gafflin you were describing before. Do you think you could draw me a sketch of it?" Zechs asked affably, swirling his quaff of brandy. He was an expert on the history of ancient weapons, had written several scholarly treatises upon the subject. The discovery that Duo Maxwell knew a great deal about the hunting and fighting implements of his native Traeskavelon had set off a whole series of exploratory questions from the Lamian author. In his enthusiasm for the subject of discussion, he gestured eloquently, setting the chains on his neck restraint to rattling. Duo leaned over the drawing pad, enthusiastically working on the image in India ink Zechs had requested. The Lamian leaned in to watch the progress of the image, his platinum tresses lingering upon the Traesky's shoulder and arm. The purple eyed boy concentrated on his art work, his lips parted slightly with the effort. The firelight glowed in the halo of amber hair, softly disordered about his face. Treize stared at the two. Then he walked around behind them. Reached out a hand to stroke down the length of Duo's braid. Grasped it in his fist. With his other hand, he nudged the jewelry in the boy's earlobe, watching the highlights from the candle flames glittering in the gemstones. The teasing motion started the blood again trickling down Duo's pale throat. The Lamian leaned in to lap at the flesh. "How can he work when you're bothering him?" Zechs snarled. "Why should he work, when I want him to play?" Treize sneered the retort. "Do you imagine yourself somehow in command?" "Test that supposition if you dare." All in an instant, the two Lamians were wrestling. The tussle rapidly progressed from haphazard to dangerous earnest. The towering forms were well matched, equally young, strong and brilliantly trained to combat. The flames from the fireplace cast dancing gleams over the perfection of their struggling bodies. Red tinged sweat dripped from their eager contortions. The battle raged, might have proceeded indefinitely. But Zechs' motions were hampered by the chains on his ankles. Treize shamelessly used the impediments, tripping him, and gripping the collar to half throttle his opponent. Zechs caught a fisted blow to the midriff, leaving him coughing. By the time his breathing had eased, he found himself again fastened firmly to the wall chains. The defeated Lamian howled in outrage. "You are mine," Treize crowed triumphantly. "Now and always." He lowered his mouth to his clan mate's naked chest. With a swift graze of his razor teeth, he marked the man just over the left nipple and suckled luxuriously at the wound. Then Treize drew himself up to his full height, licking his gory lips. For a moment, both Lamians were framed in firelight, which cast towering black shadows upon the far stone walls. Two pairs of eyes flamed vermilion, no hint of rational thought remaining there. Duo's blood pounded in his head, struggled like a trapped animal in his throat. His mind screamed at him to run and hide. But his heart pulsed a wild refrain. "Blood, blood, blood." Torn between opposing instincts, he stood, backed away a step. The fire-cast shadows invaded his thoughts, spinning into a vortex of burning magma. One last shrinking step, hesitant and stumbling. He lost his balance, the fall crashing him full length onto the cold floor. Dazed, he shivered convulsively, staring up into vermilion eyes. Teeth bared in aggression. Treize grabbed him up and ripped away his clothes. Hauled him to the wall, to Zechs' waiting clutches. Duo felt his face pressed into the other's hot, bloody flesh. "Taste him," Treize commanded. "Excellent," Treize chortled. "He still reeks of my lady Noin's trespass," Zechs protested. "And my lovely Une's lust as well. And Sally's. By all the gods, this youngster is very greedy. We shall instruct him in his clan standing," Treize laughed wickedly. "New blood and ancient brandy. Our pious libation," he added, dribbling his bleeding wrist into the goblet of liquor. "Methinks the flavors should blend well with spicy demon flesh. Yes?" Zechs meanwhile was insinuating his tongue into Duo's mouth, swiping into the recesses of cheeks and gums. "I'll take back my lady's spittle, brat. And some of your own juice for good measure." Treize trickled the thickened liquid from the alcohol snifter over the small of the boy's back, down between the buttocks. He spread the cheeks, savoring mingled scents, and inserted his tongue into the resisting hole. Then withdrew, and massaged the seething inward aspect of the passage with his thumb, while anointing the testicles, spreading the fiery liquid with his probing finger tips. The boy's dangling feet twitched and kicked, connecting mostly with empty air. "Hush. Here is far more pleasure than pain," Treize murmured enticements into the boy's ear. "And you want to fly again, don't you? I have sworn to fix your pretty little ship, just to please you. And then the stars are yours once again. You want it, you know you do." He poured more of the steaming libation over the tender flesh. Licked its sweetness from the ear, the neck, over the quivering shoulders, all along the back, the buttocks, and into the tender creases sheltered beneath the curves. Duo whimpered between the two Lamians' firm caresses. Treize stepped back to view the youngster, writhing in his clan mate's grasp. Then he dragged a piece of furniture before them. It was a uniquely Lamian contrivance, which provided a combination prayer stool with an overhead cross bar. The view of it alone was sufficient to draw an evil chuckle from the man's throat. He stole Duo away from Zechs, pressed the boy kneeling upon the velvet upholstered pads. Fastened the ankle straps, then raised the apparatus upon its ladder like legs. Tilted it until the gleaming ass cheeks were elevated conveniently. "Our lady mates have superseded our authority in claiming you, Duo. But they shall be dealt with, yes. Your presence here leaves me merely two choices. Slay you on the spot, which would be a wicked waste of delicious flesh, I vow. Or induct you forthwith into the mysteries of the night. Do you, Duo Maxwell, accept our clan's affiliation? Make some sort of noise, now, my dear. I don't know how much longer the chains will hold against Zechs' lunatic strength. Ah yes, that delightful moan will quite suffice as acquiescence." Zechs was indeed tugging frantically at his restraints, causing the very stonework of the wall to groan at the strain. His scarlet eyes rolled in their sockets. "Now then, a brief chastisement," Treize continued relentlessly. "You are not to take liberties with my lady Une. Nor with Zechs' beloved Noin. Do you agree that you have been wicked in your usurpation? Moan again now, Duo, it does my complacency a world of good. That's it. What a delectable sound." The Lamian drew a sleek suede crop from its decorative rack over the mantle. Laid it upon the boy's ass cheeks, an only slightly stinging flick. "That stroke is for kissing Sally Po without my permission, a general transgression against the unmated clan males. That next stroke is for your naughtiness with Noin. Two, no three strokes for toying with my sworn lady mate Une. Though how you managed to seduce her tigerish self is a true mystery of the universe. One stroke for pissing repeatedly upon the threshold. Two strokes for attempting to harm yourself, however unwittingly. Which would have ruined our celebration in reverence of the regal Lunar Goddesses. And one last stroke, because it leaves such a wicked red color in its wake. Three times three strokes summation, in honor of the night." Treize licked the punished flesh. Then poured more fluid upon Duo's ass, working it deeply into his tight hole. "You'll need the moisture. Zechs is very well hung, even for a Lamian. As for my attributes, it is not for me to say. But I believe you'll not be disappointed. And lest you think I shall inflict my lunacy upon you, unrestrained. Rest assured. I hereby leash myself." So saying, he clambered up the side of the apparatus, draped his legs backwards over the cross bar, and fastened the bonds behind his calves. Then he dropped suddenly, upside down. Duo stared at the Lamian, hanging inverted there before him like some gigantic, elegant bat. Not really vampires, the stray phrase fluttered wildly across the boy's memory. Treize chuckled. His pelvis was perfectly positioned in front of Duo's face. He struggled against gravity to reach up and unfasten his black leather trousers, releasing his cock from its constraints. "Now?" Zechs growled, clambering up behind the boy, awkwardly, due to his chains, still fastened to the walls. "On your count," Treize agreed. Zechs spread Duo's ass cheeks, positioned the head of his cock and slowly, inexorably, entered the hot opening. Treize grabbed the front of the prayer stool, pulling until his mouth had access to the boy's erection. Zechs pushed insistently forward, until his abdomen rested firmly against Duo's buttocks. Then he grabbed the boy's head, directing the panting mouth toward his clan mate's cock, so swollen from the inverted posture, it was visibly pulsing. "Give him some relief. Lick. Now suck. Take it all in. Pleasure Treize, and he will return the grace." Even as Zechs urged the boy's tongue to action, Duo felt Treize swallow him from corona to balls, in one great gulp. He was pinioned in three burning places, leaving him no retreat. He shuddered with the overwhelming sensory overload. The flames within burned, roared, a pinnacle, volcanic eruption. Zechs howled. Treize laughed maniacally. Then Duo dropped, an oblivious descent into icy drowning waves of moonlight. Finally to be licked, then devoured by black shadows,
merely as an afterthought, rimmed in red. ~ * ~
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