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"When Love Bites Back "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, alternate universe, vampires,
violence, suicide, mild-ooc Pairings: 2x5, past: 1x5, 2xH, 2x3 Summary: He wanted one taste of passion…
Duo Maxwell’s sexy voice seduced him every night
with his late-night radio talk show. So Chang Wufei couldn’t
pass up the chance to be his personal assistant—despite Duo’s
insistence that he was a vampire. Vampires didn’t
wear faded jeans. And they were dark and brooding, not vibrant and
fun. Yet…with one glance of his silver violet eyes, Duo could
hypnotize him. With one nibble of his passionate lips, he could bend
him to his will. Duo insisted Wufei had nothing to fear from him.
But why then was Wufei so conscious of his exposed neck? " When Love Bites Back "
Duo flung his pullover over his head and stood bare-chested,
watching Wufei fold his shirt and lay it over a chair back. Shaking
fingers reached for the zipper on his pants before he wiggled out
of them, then folded it over his shirt. Suddenly shy, he stood before
Duo in white silk boxers. The white against his smooth skin made the
tan he had started look deeper. "Don't move," Duo said hoarsely. "Let
me look at you." Embarrassed color flooded Wufei’s cheeks
and his eyes lifted to Duo’s, anxious for approval. "You are so beautiful" Made helpless by the
sight of him, Duo stared. Unlike vampires, Wufei’s skin was rosy, an exciting
blend of strawberries and caramel. Groaning softly, he inhaled the
intoxicating manly scents of him, shampoo, soap and cologne, the sweetness
of toothpaste. He heard the steady rising cadence of Wufei’s
heartbeat in his ears, and the scent of blood pounding beneath the
surface of his trembling skin reeled through his senses, a musky beckoning
of desire. "Oh, Gods!" Duo’s gums burned and ached,
and he felt his teeth extending as his arousal deepened. Shoulders
and thighs swelled and flexed. "We can't do this," he whispered,
staring at Wufei in an agony of mounting desire. "It's too dangerous."
For once, his turmoil was so great that he didn't notice his lisp. "We love each other," Wufei whispered, his
voice as soft as his wonderful velvet eyes. "It isn't that easy," he answered in a raw
voice. Swallowing another groan of desire, Duo stared at him in the
light that glowed past the curtains. As if his gaze were a caress,
Wufei’s nipples stiffened and rose like hard buds. Heat radiated from Wufei like the heat Duo remembered
from the sun, drawing him like a moth to a flame. There was danger
in what they were about to do, but his excitement was so intense that
he no longer thought about unpleasant possibilities. All he could
think about was how much he wanted to hold Wufei in his arms and how
much he needed to sink into him and become a part of him. Short of breath and trembling, he watched Wufei hook
his thumbs in his boxers and slide them down his hips, and his erection
throbbed with such power that it pained him. It had been so long--so
long!--since he had felt physical pain, since he had wanted anyone
so deeply and so strongly that the pain of control overpowered his
entire system. But this wasn't just anyone. This was his friend, his
companion, his love. Despite his vow that he would not become attached
to another mortal, despite his intentions and his efforts, he loved
Wufei with an intensity that pained him. He loved his quick bright intelligence, his courage,
his compassion. He loved the way his smile lit up a room, and the
sound of his laughter. He loved his stubborn persistence in the face
of obstacles. He loved the way his glasses slid down his nose and
the way his glossy hair bounced against his cheeks. Most especially,
he loved it that Wufei accepted him as he was, serious or acting foolish,
with teeth extended or without. When Wufei finally stood naked before him, his cheeks
burning with passion, Duo moaned softly. "Wufei, I love you.
I love the look of you and everything about you. I'm doomed." "We're both doomed," he whispered. Duo unzipped his pants and kicked out of them. Male
pride swelled when Wufei stared at him, then gasped. His eyes widened
then darted away, and finally returned. "Oh, my," he said faintly, swaying. Taking him in his arms, he crushed Wufei’s naked
heat against his cool body, the contrast exciting and almost painful.
His nipples were like pinpoints of fire against his chest, kindling
an explosion of urgency in the pit of his stomach. He dropped his head to his throat and a wave of dizziness
overwhelmed him as he inhaled the lush ripeness of his skin; heard
the blood racing in his veins just beneath his cheek. The heat and
the scent of Wufei teased his nostrils. The need to taste Wufei swept
him like a tidal wave as he covered his neck and shoulders in kisses.
Wufei’s buttocks tightened and his erection grew rock hard. When the urge to puncture became so great that his whole
mouth ached, Duo lifted Wufei in his arms and carried him the few
steps to the bed, then laid him on the sheets and looked at him with
hungry burning eyes. "I love you," he said hoarsely, struggling
to breathe. Wufei lifted inviting arms to him; his eyes like pools
of dark ink. "I loved you the first time I saw you." Stretching beside him, Duo took him into his arms, longing
to kiss his parted lips. But he couldn't. There were things mortal
men could do with their lips and mouth that he could not. He couldn't
kiss his lips, couldn't lick his chest or suck his nipples into his
mouth. But he could use his hands and his fingers with a skill perfected
by the centuries. Deliberately keeping his mouth away from the silken
temptation of Wufei’s throat, fighting for control, Duo stroked
and teased him, caressed and fondled, explored and tantalized until
perspiration floated on his hot flesh like dew on a peony. He brushed
his erect nipples with his palm, sweetly torturing him, rolled them
gently between thumb and forefinger. He flattened his hand on his
lower belly and maintained an erotic pressure until Wufei writhed
and twisted and sobbed his name. Then he wrapped his hand around his
hardness and slipped his fingers down the cleft of his bottom. Duo brought Wufei to the edge of orgasm with his hands,
again and again, stroking him inside and out while he gasped, then
rested before he began again. Only when Wufei was trembling with lust and whimpering
his need, did Duo gently ease his legs apart and thrust into him.
The ecstasy of feeling Wufei close tight around him, hotter than a
furnace, drawing him deep, deeper into his body caused Duo to cry
out. With each powerful thrust Duo’s mind soared toward rapture,
toward a joining with the universe. Gasping, sucking air into his lungs, his blurred gaze
fixed on the vein throbbing on Wufei’s throat. He felt Wufei’s
hips lifting to meet him, felt his legs wrapping around his buttocks
and his fingernails digging into his shoulders. He felt his hard heat
trapped between them, felt his breath on his cheek. But he saw only
Wufei’s throat. His lips twitched and his teeth burned like needles
of fire in his gums. The lust to rip and tear and taste blinded him.
Everything that he was screamed at him to slash and drink, to take
from Wufei as he was giving to him. Duo yearned to taste his life, his soul, to drink him
into him. He craved the rapture of fulfilment that Wufei’s blood
could give. Swept by passion, he saw only the thin tissue of rosy,
caramel skin between him and the rich red blood that roared in his
ears. As his body erupted, Duo veered away from Wufei’s
bared throat and he buried his teeth in the pillow beside his head.
Trembling violently, he collapsed on top of Wufei, pushing the torn
pillow aside. Wufei’s arms stole around him, and he held him
tightly until both of them stopped shaking. "I have never experienced anything like that,"
Wufei whispered, gazing into his eyes. "I feel like this is the
first time I've ever made love. Everything before was mere imitation.''
Tears of joy glistened on his lashes. "It was nothing like this." Duo spooned him into the curve of his body and held
him, still shaking, while he waited for his teeth to recede. Which
they showed no signs of doing as his emotion still ran high. He'd forgotten what it was like to hold a person after
making love, a person he deeply cared about. The glow of physical
satisfaction clung to Wufei’s body, and his eyes and mouth were
soft. At this moment, he felt their spirits merge in perfect accord,
believed he could almost read his thoughts and share each beat of
his heart. Holding him close, Duo felt as connected as when they had
joined physically. Perhaps more so. He nuzzled the back of his neck, firmly in control now.
His hand stroked the arch that curved from waist to hip. "You know, of course, that we've just complicated
our relationship a thousandfold." He couldn't change it, wouldn't
if he could, but admitting his love for Wufei deepened the complexities
of a relationship that was already problematic. Lifting Duo’s hand, Wufei pressed it against his
chest. "Somehow we'll work it out," he murmured in a happily
drowsy voice. "But first, I'm going to doze for a minute. You
wore me to a frazzle. Don't let me sleep more than thirty minutes.
We need to pack and catch a cab to the airport." Duo watched over Wufei as his lashes closed and he sank
into sleep. He envied him the ability to sleep after sex. Just as
he could not remain awake during daylight hours, he could not sleep
during the hours of the moon. Leaning his cheek against Wufei’s
hair, he gazed toward the window and listened to the sounds his body
made, as unique to each individual as a fingerprint. If he were a mortal, he could have slept with him, could
have shared his time of vulnerability and dreams. Shock stiffened his body. This was the first time since
becoming a vampire that he had longed for mortality. A light shudder ran over his body and he cast a panicked
glance around the room, reassuring himself that he could see. Slowly,
as objects became sharp and clear, his heartbeat quieted. Regaining mortality was not an issue, not for him. Closing his eyes, he let himself feel the imprint of
Wufei’s warm body against his. It would solve everything if he
agreed to become a vampire. But the idea saddened him, and he amazed himself by
rejecting it at once. Surprised and frowning, he tried to understand
why he didn't want Wufei to join him forever. The word forever caused a wave of loneliness to slam
across his stomach. He loved him too much to ask him to accept the devastating
solitude of immortality. And he didn't want him to lose the sunshine
he loved. Or suffer the indignities every vampire had to endure. Or
the fear of discovery. Or accidental death. Wufei should give himself to a man who would grow old
alongside him and tease him about the silver appearing in their hair.
He should have a future that included the children he wanted to sire.
He deserved a complete life, not a half life lived in shadows. Duo was the wrong man for him. But Wufei was the right man for him. * * * * * * * "I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show you
Paris," he said shortly before they were due to land in Budapest.
"There are so many things I wanted you to see and wanted to see
again myself." Wufei squeezed his hand. "After we've found the
crystals and this is over, we'll return to Paris." For the first time since Wufei had met him, Duo seemed
subdued. He gazed at him with the eyes of a man in love, and that
made his heart sing. But his expression was also sad, which he didn't
understand. He tilted Wufei’s chin up to him. "We're flying
into a storm, Renfield. The Council of Six will be enraged that we
filched the bank's files. The minute we stole those files, the council—through
the bank—lost its primary influence over the vampire community.
The only thing they have left are the crystals." "I love you." Wufei couldn't keep his mind
on business when Duo was looking at him as if he were the most precious
thing on earth, as if he desired him again as much as he desired him. "Pay attention," he said, smiling. Leaning over the seat rest, he kissed him quickly, while
his teeth were retracted, then smiled as he hastily lifted a hand
to cover his mouth and turned his head away from the other passengers.
His lips were surprisingly sweet and soft. "Right now the council doesn't know if I saw the
deed. We're about a day ahead of them. It's going to be all right."
A wistful smile curved his lips. "I wish we could really kiss
...." "I wish you weren't so damned stubborn," Duo
said, stroking the back of his hand down Wufei’s cheek. "I
wish to hell that you'd gone home to Denver." "Whatever happens will happen to both of us,"
Wufei said, hoping he didn't sound frightened. But he was. He hadn't forgotten Zechs Merquise and the
ancient menace glittering in his blue eyes. If he hadn't loved Duo
with all his heart and soul, he might indeed have hightailed it for
home. But he loved Duo with all his heart. They completed the flight in silence, each wondering
if a mortal and a vampire could sustain a workable relationship. * * * * * * * Their route from Ferihegy International Airport to the
Ramada Grand Hotel on Margit Island took them through Pest, situated
on a flat sandy plain along the left bank of the Danube. From Wufei's fourth-floor room, he could see lights
twinkling in the windows of insomniacs who lived on the Buda side
of the city, which climbed the slopes of the Buda Hills. The bridges
connecting the combined cities were strung with lights that reflected
in the glassy waters of the Danube. "In the morning you'll have a clear view of Buda
Castle and the spires of Matthias Church," Duo commented, standing
in front of the suite's windows. "For centuries, this area has
been noted for its medicinal waters." A humourless smile curved
his lips. "The thermal springs on this island are reputed to
cure everything from stress to bronchitis to colitis." Wufei came up behind him and wrapped his arms around
his waist. "I'm not here to take the waters," he murmured,
smothering a yawn. "I'll get up early, grab something to eat,
then go straight to the Mineral Museum." Instantly, he turned and gripped his shoulders. "Listen
to me. Your days as 007 ended in Paris. I don't think you understand
how dangerous our position is now." His electric violet eyes
bored into his. "We're in the council's backyard. This is their
turf. I don't want you acting on your own--not here." "If the council is as well-informed as you suggest,
then by tomorrow they'll know we're in Budapest. If we wait to act
until tomorrow night..." "That's exactly, what we're going to do. I checked
while you were unpacking. The museum stays open until 9:00 p.m. We'll
have time before it closes to check it out together." "By then the crystals will be gone," Wufei
stated flatly. "Here's what I figure our plan should be. I show
up at the museum first thing in the morning. The curator has probably
been told to watch for me. But the council will he asleep in their
lairs. There won't be anyone to make a decision." "You aren't getting the picture," Duo said,
making a gesture of frustration. "Believe me, they already have
a plan in case you and I show up. We're talking about the Council
of Six here, not a bunch of politicians who can't make a decision.
Someone will be waiting for us." "Did you hear what you just said? Waiting for us.
I think you're right. If the council has a plan, it's designed for
us. I don't think they'd expect you to send me in alone." "Because I won't. Damn it! Suppose you go waltzing
into the museum and the council has arranged to have a half-dozen
men waiting for you. I could spend the next century searching the
castles in this area, trying to find you, and still fail. That is,
of course, if they decide not to do away with you immediately and
if I manage to elude the council myself." Wufei fell into step beside him, matching his stride
as they paced up and down the living room of his suite. "There's a couple of things we're overlooking,"
he argued. "No one has found these crystals in centuries, so
we can assume they're well hidden." He spread his hands. "The
crystals are probably in a vault beneath the museum or sealed behind
a wall--something like that." "All the more reason to wait. By showing up, all
you'll do is inform the council that we're in Budapest and we know
about the museum. Someone will remove the crystals before you and
I have a chance to return and search the cellars." Wufei fought for patience. "You've indicated the
council will discover we're in Budapest anyway. So I might as well
scope out the museum. Then, when you and I return together, we'll
know what we're up against" "Renfield, you're driving me crazy. I absolutely
forbid you to go to the museum alone." "Please, Duo, be reasonable. We have a small window
of opportunity before they know for certain that we're here. After
that..." Wufei threw out his hands in frustration. "If you want me to beg, Wufei, you win. Please
give me your word that you'll take the waters or sightsee or whatnot.
But promise you'll wait for me before you go to the museum." Wufei stopped in his tracks and his mouth fell open.
When he recovered, he dropped into a chair and just looked at Duo. "You called me Wufei. You’re really scared
aren’t you?" Duo sank to his knees in front of Wufei’s chair
and wrapped his arms around his waist, dropping his head to his lap.
"I'm begging you not to place yourself in danger! If I've involved
you in something... I'd never forgive myself!" Wufei buried his fingers at the base of his thick braid
and gently tilted his face up to his. "My dearest Duo,"
he whispered, gazing at his emerging teeth. "Now that I know
the signs, your emotions are as transparent as glass." A pained smile made his teeth appear even longer. "I
haven't had this much damned trouble with my teeth in a hundred years!"
He stroked Wufei’s cheek and his rich deejay's voice dropped.
"It's your fault, Renfield. You do things to me that no one has
done." Wufei glanced at the antique clock above a brick fireplace
and rapidly calculated the time remaining until dawn. His fingers
strayed seductively over the buttons on his shirt. "I can think of some things I'd like to do to you,"
Wufei said in a husky voice, his eyelids dropping. "How long
will it take you to reach your friend's lair? How much time do you
have?" Duo, too, glanced at the clock, then pressed his head
against Wufei’s belly. A low groan rumbled up from his chest.
"For you, I'll risk a sunburn." By the time Duo left him naked and smiling on the rumpled
bed, a faint line of pink had spread across the eastern sky. "Hurry," he whispered. "Keep yourself safe." Then he groggily set the alarm for eight o'clock and instantly fell into an exhausted sleep. * * * * * * * It took three cups of room-service coffee before Wufei
felt as if he could function. Even if he ignored the effects of jet
lag, he'd had only a handful of hours' sleep since they'd arrived
in Europe. The pace was beginning to catch up with him; he felt as
if he were wading through molasses, operating in slow motion. But fatigue wasn't going to keep him from paying a visit
to the Mineral Museum. Despite Duo's warnings, he was utterly convinced
that by noon today someone would remove the crystals from the museum's
vault. If that was where they were stored. With a bit of luck, he'd
get to them first. As for the danger, an upset stomach and a case of nerves
told him the danger was very real. Eventually a confrontation with
the council would occur, and it could end badly. Very badly. Pacing back and forth across the tiled bedroom floor,
Wufei glanced at the telephone and tried to decide how Duo would feel
about calling in reinforcements. His intuition said his pride would
rear up and object. "Which is just too bad," he said finally,
lifting his chin. He knew he was overstepping himself, but it wouldn't
hurt to have some backup. Just in case. Sitting on the edge of the
bed, he placed a transatlantic call. "Hello, Renfield? This is Renfield. We need to talk," he said, finding the energy for a tired smile. * * * * * * * After changing dollars into forints, Wufei discovered
Budapest was actually rather easy to negotiate. Bus stops and subway
stations were equipped with route maps that even a bewildered tourist
could decipher. After figuring out how to get from Margit Island to
the Mineral Museum, Wufei drew a deep breath, then purchased a day
pass and located the bus that would take him to Vaci utca, a street
located in an area noted for the sale of folk art objects. During the bus ride, he discovered what a beautiful
city Budapest was. Medieval contrasted with modern, the juxtaposition
oddly charming. Summer flowers dripped from window boxes, flowed neatly
through numerous parks. Castle ruins protruded above the thick foliage
on Buda Hills; beautifully designed government buildings extended
along the banks of the Danube. The river itself was a disappointment.
Wufei decided Strauss must have been color blind if he thought the
Danube was blue. The river was wide and impressive, but blue it was
not. The water was olive brown. Rather sooner than he would have liked, the bus stopped
at his cross street and he stepped onto the sidewalk before a row
of shops. Peering past the branches shading the narrow street, Wufei
searched for the museum. When he finally spotted a wooden door with
a small brass sign beside it, his heart sank. The building was the oldest on the block, a seventeenth-century
four-story edifice built from weathered stones and blackened timbers.
All in all, there was nothing welcoming about it. In fact, the building
had a forbidding aspect. There were no windows on the ground floor,
nothing but the small sign to indicate this was a museum or that it
was open to the public. Wufei watched the entrance for twenty minutes
during which time no one entered and no one exited. The hair rising
on the back of his neck suggested this was exactly as the owners wanted
it. Stepping inside would be like walking into a spotlight. No way
could he hope to lose himself in a crowd. Facing a display window filled with hand-carved nesting
dolls, Wufei thought hard, searching for a solution. But it was difficult
to focus his mind. He kept thinking about how a bug must feel a second
after it stepped onto a spider's web. "Stop being so cowardly," he said to his reflection
in the glass window, trying to buck up his courage. "You are
a man who has consorted with vampires. You have ridden a Harley. After
that, how hard can it be to walk into a museum and take a quick look
around?" Hard. Very hard. Because he felt conspicuously American and very out
of place, because he couldn't yet bring himself to approach the museum--and
because his nerves had risen in direct proportion to the sinking of
his taste for adventure--Wufei stepped into the doll shop. A rosy-faced, very British matron smiled and apologized
for the boisterousness of her students. "Our tour is nearly finished,
you see," she explained, obviously pleased to discover another
English-speaking tourist. "We're shopping for mementoes now.
Tomorrow we return to London.'' Inspiration struck. Wufei followed the woman down a
narrow aisle and finagled an introduction, learning that Mrs. Billingsgate
was headmistress of a very small, very exclusive girl's school in
London. "I'm sure you must have taken your delightful young ladies
to the Mineral Museum just down the street. I'm told it's a must-see
whenever one is in Budapest." Mrs. Billingsgate's eyes sharpened and her carroty eyebrows
soared toward a bun crowning the top of her head. "The Mineral
Museum?" She riffled through a sheaf of papers that she withdrew
from an impressively large handbag. "Good heavens, I can't find
a thing about it! It's famous, you say?" Wufei looked aghast. "I can't believe you'd come
all this distance and not visit Budapest's Mineral Museum?” He
made a tsking sound with his tongue and gazed at the teenagers calling
to each other across the aisles as if he believed their trip to Hungary
had been a total waste. "Oh, my. May I inquire who organized
your tour?" Mrs. Billingsgate's deepening flush suggested it was
she who had arranged the student's itinerary. She hesitated, glanced
at her watch. "You say the Mineral Museum is on this block?" "Only a few steps away," Wufei confirmed,
swallowing a shout of relief. "I'm going there now." "I'd hate the students to miss anything that...
You're quite certain this museum is famous?" "I'm surprised you haven't heard of it. Rather
shocked, actually. I understand they have the world's finest collection
of, ah, of quartz." Wufei smiled brightly. "To have missed
the Mineral Museum is to have missed Budapest. Or so I've been told." Mrs. Billingsgate made up her mind. Moving forward like
a clipper ship under sail, she marshalled her students, saw them through
the purchase of hand-carved trinkets then herded them out onto the
sidewalk. "Students, this is..." she paused and looked
at Wufei expectantly. "Mr. Citadella," Wufei said, repeating a name
plucked off a signboard. "Mr. Citadella has spared us an oversight by informing
me of the world-famous Mineral Museum, which is only a few steps away."
Mrs. Billingsgate beamed. And introduced a half-dozen teenaged girls
who looked remarkably alike to Wufei. Two minutes later, Wufei, Mrs. Billingsgate, and a half-dozen
noisy teenage girls invaded the silent musty entry of the Mineral
Museum. It required a moment for Wufei's eyes to adjust to the dim
interior. The first thing he saw were three burly men standing in an archway. If these men were interested in minerals or knew anything about them, then he was Alice in Wonderland. ~ * ~ |
