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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 5. A horrid banshee cry filled the building. Treize stirred in his place by the fire. He found himself sprawled supine upon a thick silk carpet, luxuriating under the warmth of a fur-bearing hide of vast dimensions. The beast that provided this pelt must have been an awesome creature indeed. The fur easily covered himself and his clan mate, snugged comfortably in his grasp. "What is that ghastly caterwauling?" Zechs groaned into the skin of Treize' naked chest. "Unknown. Perhaps if we ignore it, it will go away?" "It sounds quite thoroughly female in its vocalization. Therefore, I doubt it will retreat. The female of any species is always inordinately tenacious." "Too true, dear comrade, too true. However, if we continue peacefully to lie here, at least it will be made to appreciate its own outrageous intrusiveness." "Thereby enforcing a sense of guilt in the creature, and giving us the upper hand in a moral confrontation. An excellent strategy," Zechs agreed, closing his eyes and drifting back into a lazy doze. Treize languorously caressed the expanse of taut skin across Zechs' scapular region. Try as he might, he could not recall the events of the prior night. He found himself in his own chambers. Surely that was a good thing? The place reeked to the rafters of intense debauchery. Which wasn't particularly alarming, of itself. Per se. However, if he merely had tumbled his lady mate Une for a steamy lay, what was the cause of the current female outcry? Or had he given his favors solely to Zechs, and Une now was bent upon revenge because of a perceived slight? Well, what was a hot blooded male to do, in the absence of his sworn lady mate, but to take comfort in his clan comrade? Surely here was no very grave transgression. But then, why had the ladies been absent indoors during the hours of darkness? Another mysterious puzzle. The whole thought process was compounding the headache Treize felt gnawing at his temples. He decided to give over contemplation. He felt confident Une would instruct him intensively in his deficiencies, in very short order. He was quite willing to forestall that event, indefinitely, if possible. Alas, such was not to be his fate. A clatter racket of stomping boots upon the staircase ensued. The stalwart mahogany door was flung open with such force as to chip a piece of the stonework loose from the wall. A barely balanced brandy snifter plummeted to the floor in a glitter of explosive shards. The lady Une stormed into the room. Followed hard by Noin. And Sally Po. The combined force of fury was an awesome sight. Treize rose slightly onto his elbows. "My lady Une. To what do we owe the honor of your company? And these other lovely apparitions?" he drawled, while inwardly cringing. His calm demeanor seemed to fan the flames of his mate's wrath. "What have you done with him?" she hissed viciously. "If you've harmed a single hair on his head, I'll scratch your eyes out," Noin snarled, including both males in her threat. "Where is Duo Maxwell?" Sally Po demanded dangerously, baring her fangs. "Maxwell?" Treize scrunched his hawkwinged eyebrows at his clan comrade. "Why does that name sound familiar?" Zechs groaned in return. "His blood scent is all over this room. Don't dare deny your complicity," Une drew her dagger and stalked nearer the sprawled males, menacing them with her blade. "You've hurt him, haven't you?" Noin flared her sharp claws at her lover's astonished eyes. "Where is Duo?" Sally's normally kind tones were now positively toxic. "Duo?" The name drew a sudden bolt of lightning recollection into Treize' befuddled wits. "Duo! Oh, ye gods, the demon boy of Traeskavelon," Zechs agreed in simultaneity. Death and destruction seemed certain to ensue. But the pelt under which the two males huddled, suddenly twitched, writhed as if in revivification of the ancient creature's corpse. From between the Lamian males' nether limbs emerged a fuzzy amber head, the pelt creature seeming to give birth to a changeling offspring. Two purple eyes blinked into the blinding daylight that intruded from the adjacent casement. "Wh th fs gng n?" the emergling muttered, implying a vague sentience. With piercing shrieks, the three females pounced upon the boy and dragged him out, wriggling naked in their combined clutches. Duo's hair and integument were nasty with a dried coating of brandy admixed with three flavors of sweat, blood and semen. His bitten lobe throbbed under the pierced earring. His buttocks showed the welts of his flogging, and his ankles the marks of certain restraint. The noise of feminine outrage was deafening. Treize tolerated it a sum length of forty-five seconds before he exploded. "Enough!" He leaped to his feet and, scowling, towered to his full awesome height. Zechs, equally unclad, stood snarling in support of his clan comrade. The view of two nude Lamian males in their full muscular glory was breathtaking. There came a thunderous silence into the room. Sally Po was the first to smirk. "I was worried. The moon madness last night was quite unexpected in the extent of its impact. There were riots all over the city, which spread into the surrounding rural districts. When I couldn't contact Duo, I feared the worst. And you two were likewise missing in action." Une added, "When Sally called us, naturally we hurried back home." "For obvious reasons," Noin stated caustically. Zechs folded his arms across his broad chest. "Moon madness? Bah." "It would seem you have not much opinion of our control, judgment, or abilities," Treize concurred icily. "The boy is an off-worlder. A mere youngster, and unfamiliar with Lamian culture. It was reasonable to worry over his vulnerability," Une snapped in response. "If he is old enough to pilot interstellar distances, he surely is mature enough to manage his own affairs," Zechs countered, disapprobation contorting his smooth features. "Utterly inappropriate for him to be out and about in the daylight, at his age. It is an outrage. He requires a weapons mate for the darkness, the sooner the better. I was thinking of that Yuy boy," Treize stated firmly, clenched fists denting his rippling thigh muscles. "Or Chang. Either match would strengthen our transoceanic clan ties," Zechs agreed. "Absolutely not. Wild, reckless boys, the both of them," Noin snapped. "Are you trying to get Duo killed?" Sally demanded. "Possibly there is some jealousy at work here?" Une suggested wickedly. "Matching the boy is no concern of yours. It is man's work. I don't believe I requested any advice," Treize retorted superciliously. "Hey! Just a damn minute here," Maxwell twisted away from Une's grip, and bent to retrieve his trousers from the floor. He struggled into them, then sat to pull into his boots. "Who the hell said anything about mates or matches?" Red flashed in Treize' eyes. "You accepted clan affiliation." "Inducted into the mysteries of the dark," Zechs affirmed aggressively. "Yeah?" Duo forced his arm into a twisted sleeve, tearing the armpit seam carelessly with the gesture. He stormed up to Treize, glowered up at the man. "And you promised to fix my damned ship for me. So I could return to the stars. Swore upon your honor, or so I recall. Was that all just a steaming crock of bullshit? Huh?" He poked the Lamian in his solid abdomen. Treize growled. Zechs showed his teeth. "What have you done now, Treize?" Une elbowed her way into the fray. "Only that which was necessary," her mate snapped. "We had everything under control, until you screwed up things with your meddling," Noin informed Zechs. "You couldn't expect for the boy to remain under the control of females indefinitely," Zechs hissed. "Oh great. That's just sweet. It's a fucking conspiracy, isn't it? There's a good reason I haven't been able to get parts for my ship. You all have been blocking my access. Haven't you? All that 'can't find this' and 'couldn't obtain that' and 'unavailable for repairs'. All these weeks of my trying and failing, huh? Well, damnation. Fine friends you turned out to be." Duo pivoted to glare at Sally Po. She backed a step away from his thorough fury. Which shifted suddenly to dismay. Duo's lower lip twitched, until he pulled it between his teeth. "Duo, you almost died. You needed to take time. Time to recover," the doctor explained. "Yeah? Well thanks are due to you then, Po. Thank you very much indeed. Thanks for everything. All of you." In an instant, he stormed out of the room. A moment later the front door slammed loudly. "The streets," Noin began in alarm. Zechs grabbed her arm. "I'd say there was enough clan scent on him to last a lunar month at least." He offered her a wry grimace. Treize folded his arms over his chest, and shook his head pensively. To his perceptions, the current breech in interstellar relations seemed irreparable. He wasn't certain why the calamity was so painful. But he was absolutely determined to prevent its logical culmination. The boy had been accepted into the clan, had agreed to the juncture. The three Lunar Goddesses in full glory had witnessed the solemn transaction. Treize was full ready to enforce possession. One way or another, Lamia claimed Duo Maxwell's blood. ~ * ~
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