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"A Hidden Heart "Written By: Hemlock Inyx Disclaimer: This chick does not own any of the
Gundam Wing characters because they belong to Bandai and Sunrise.
I am borrowing them for this fict and will return them in good (if
somewhat sticky) condition.This fict is written out of love and not
for profit, don't sue. Thanks and enjoy! Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi, lemon, midieval alternate universe,
some angst, violence Pairings: 5x2, 4xH, 13xS Summary: They called him Milliardo's Dragon. A warrior bold as the Chinese legend, his temper as fiery; Lord Chang Wufei was the prince's right hand. Men of power quaked at word of his arrival, for he was the sword to carry out Milliardo's judgement. 'Twas rumored he'd do any deed at the prince's bidding, avenge any slight to his master's name. Only Milliardo had the might to direct the Dragon's fury, to shape thr form of his vengeance. Or so the prince believed. But shrouded deep beneath that scaly hide, the dragon's true nature slumbered. Obscured by fire. Hidden from harm. Burried beyond reach of pain. Until he met him. The boy with the power to free the heart of the Dragon.
"A Hidden Heart "
Duo’s breath ran short before his supply of curses did. The man’s firm grip said as clearly as words that any attempt to free him-self would be doomed from the start. Duo knew first hand of his strength. How else could the man have hauled him up and over the wall with such ease? He’s do well to respect this warrior, and the power and confidence he wore like a mantle. Besides, he was inside Milliardo’s castle, just where he wanted to be. In the company of a man of some authority, if the guard’s reaction was any indication. Still, being carried this way lacked dignity—as well as being painful. He tried to get more comfortable, but couldn’t squirm into a position where the man’s shoulder didn’t force the air from his lungs with every jolting step. Where was this warrior taking him? The sounds of revelry soon grew faint as he carried Duo toward a shadow-filled corner of the castle. He doubted he would see Milliardo this night. Duo’s ill-planned scheme didn’t seem any more likely to bring him to the prince’s notice than anything else he had tried. Although there didn’t appear to be the strict social order in Milliardo’s court that he’s expected, he knew no one who could help him. Tonight’s foolishness had been a desperate act; he’s known it from the start. But, then he was a desperate man. However, clinging to the wall had been less frightening than his present situation. A lifetime spent within the confines of the church hadn’t prepared him for the darkness he’d seen in his captor’s eyes. As surefooted as a cat, the step of his captor never faltered. The shadows grew deeper, closing about them until the moonlight was little more than a memory. They entered a building-he could feel the walls surrounding them, but Duo didn’t realize it was a tower until they began to ascend the spiraling stairs. They stopped, the man’s sword clattering against stone. A faint, metallic jangle told Duo he held a ring of keys. The door opened silently. His captor kicked it wider, then crossed the chamber and dumped Duo from his shoulder. Duo couldn’t help grabbing for him, his only reality in this fearful darkness. His fingers grasped emptiness as he landed flat on his back on a soft bed. Duo flushed. Did he think to bed him? Why else would he have carried him off to his lair? Sister Alyce had spoken in whispers of some men who preferred young boys to women. That was the reason Sister Helen had taken to keeping Duo out of sight of the new Bishop, there had been rumors about some of the alter boys. Still it seemed unlikely that this man would try something like that, but he’d best take no chances. Duo scrambled to his knees, hands reaching for the edge of the mattress. Maybe he could get away before the man kindled a light. The scent of burning tallow brought his head up, and the sight before him held him transfixed. The candles the man held cast his exotic features in harsh relief; lending a demonic aura to his handsome face and giving credit to his fears. "Going somewhere?" The man asked, raising one perfect eyebrow in inquiry. His voice was smooth, melodious. A shiver rose at the nape of Duo’s neck in response to its seductive timbre. Heart pounding wildly, Duo crawled off the bed and stood. The man reminded Duo of a wild animal, beautiful, appealing and untamed. But he knew better than to show fear before him. Taking a deep breath, Duo stiffened his spine and met his dark gaze. His eyes held him captive as the man set aside the branch of candles and moved to stand before Duo. "If this is meant as a disguise," he said slipping the cap from Duo’s head, "It doesn’t work." He took Duo’s chin in his hand, his fingers hard and warm against his skin, and tilted Duo’s head. "You still look like a women." Duo’s pulse quickened at his touch, then spun out of control when the man smoothed back the tangled bangs from his face. Duo told himself it was fear that made it so, and not the inky blackness of his eyes—dark as midnight, and as cold. Yet despite their chill, Duo saw something there. . . Loneliness? Yearning? Need? A stand of dark hair fell from the band at the nape of his captor’s neck and caressed the man’s cheek. Duo’s fingers itched to stroke it back into to place, if only to touch a piece of that silken darkness. Duo closed his eyes, but it mattered not. Something drew him to this man, made him want to move closer, even as he made Duo tremble. Had he gone so long without human touch that he longed for such from a stranger? What sorcery was this? The night’s events had addled his brains. Speak, he told himself, he thinks you are a women. Duo opened his eyes and pulled together his scattered thoughts and found his voice. "I am not trying to hide anything, I am a male. These are the only clothes I have." The sound of his own voice gave Duo the strength to move, to attempt to pull away. When he stirred in his grasp, the man only tightened his hold. "Do you expect me to believe that you are a boy?" He growled at Duo, "No man I have every seen has had violet eyes and chestnut hair the length of yours." Duo flushed in anger and snapped back at him. "I can’t help having purple eyes and I like my hair and I am a male!" Duo realized his mistake in talking back to this man when his eyes narrowed at him. Suddenly Duo gasped in shock when he felt a hand brush roughly over his flat chest then down to the juncture of his thighs. Duo whimpered in pain when he hit the floor. The man had released him so fast you would have thought he had the plague. After he had released Duo the man walked across the small room to shut the door. Grateful for the reprieve, Duo drew a shaky breath and pushed himself back to his feet, struggling to compose himself. "Why did you bring me here? I wish to see Milliardo." He wished he could think of something else to say, but he was still reeling from the man’s touch. But his questions where for Milliardo, Duo reminded himself, so it didn’t matter if he was acting like a simpleton in front of this man. And Duo didn’t know if even Milliardo could provide the answers he sought. What would he do if Milliardo couldn’t? Duo had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. The prince had to hold the key; beyond that Duo refused to consider. ~~~(***)~~~ Wufei leaned back against the rough wooden door, crossing his arms as he watched the youth, who was indeed a boy. Wufei wondered what was this boy’s purpose here. He found the boy’s persistence astonishing. But then again, it took an immense amount of determination to do what he’d done this night. The idea that this slender youth attempting—and nearly succeeding—in scaling the castle walls was mind-boggling. However, Wufei hadn’t brought him here to admire the boy’s tenacity. Or anything else about him, Wufei reminded him-self as he remembered the feel of that slim body slung over his shoulder. Wufei rubbed his back against the door, as if that would wipe away the lingering sensation. "Tell me who you are and why you wish to see Milliardo." "My name is Duo." A trace of pain tinged his face, so fleeting Wufei almost thought he’d imagined it. "Just Duo." The boy’s composure disturbed Wufei. Didn’t he realize the threat Wufei posed? He couldn’t recall the last time anyone, besides close comrades, had remained so calm while in his chamber. //By Nataku, even the ones who get invited in here usually quake like frightened birds in my presence.// This boy presented a challenge, one he’d gladly take on. He’d never met anyone he could not break. "What business could you possibly have with the mighty prince?" Wufei asked, glazing at the boy’s clothing with insulting deliberation. Wufei noticed how they clung to his lean, almost muscular frame and forced his gaze back to the boy’s dirt-smudged face. "He has no need for a page, nor would he want a filthy-villein to warm his bed." The youth gasped and took a few steps toward him. The candlelight hit him full in the face, giving Wufei his first clear look at that heart-shaped face and fall of braided hair. It was Duo’s expression of outrage that caught his attention. Wufei straightened and pushed away from the door. He wondered why he never noticed another man before, surly there were others more attractive, but none came to mind. But something about Duo’s face seemed so familiar, and it caught Wufei’s breath And his hair, a rich chestnut the color shining like a beacon. . . What trickery was this? Wufei captured his chin in his hand once more, his fingers as harsh as his voice. "Where have you come from? And what do you want here?" Wufei snatched the branch of candles off the table and brought them closer. "Who are you?" For the first time since he’d pulled the boy from the wall, he appeared frightened, and Wufei could use the boy’s fear to get what he wanted. Wufei set aside the candles and tightened his hold. "Duo what? You must have more of a name then that. Who are your people? Where do they live?" Wufei tugged at Duo until the heat of his body reached Wufei though the linen of his shirt. "How could they let a foolish boy like you wander the countryside alone?" The boy shoved at his hand, to no avail. His strength was no match for Wufei. But Duo paid no heed to that fact—Wufei began to doubt the boy was even aware of it. "Why should I tell you anything? My questions are for Milliardo not some lackey." Ignoring Wufei’s tightening grip, the boy curled his fingers and raked at Wufei’s face with his nails. "I demand you take me to him." "Why you little devil!" Wufei snarled as he jerked his head to the side—though not fast enough. Twin streaks of fire trailed down his left cheek. "You demand?" Wufei grabbed Duo’s arms and forced him back until his legs pressed against the bed frame. "Don’t you know who I am? Have you not heard of Milliardo’s Dragon?" The youth’s gaze darted towards the bed and his resistance increased. "Answer me," Wufei snarled, shaking him. "Stop! Leave me alone!" Duo shouted. Renewing his struggles, Duo squirmed against his hold. "Damn you." //By Nataku, does he think I mean to bed him now? All I want of him are answers.// Wufei tried to ignore the rising heat in his blood. Any man might react thus, to see this beauty—so much like a woman. But Wufei could not let him go—not yet. In this battle of wills, Wufei would yield nothing. Cursing, Wufei wrapped his arms around Duo and pulled him flush against his body. Their eyes met, the heat of their breath mingled between their lips. Wufei fought the urge to lower his mouth to Duo’s, a hairsbreadth separating him from sweet temptation. Suddenly the fight seemed to leave Duo. He slumped against Wufei, lowering his head until his hair veiled his face. "I can not tell you who I am milord…because I do not know."
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