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" Heero, My Love "Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language, fluff, sap, shape-shifting, Fantasy / Sci-fi, Romance Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x13x5 Summary: This is the promised sequel to "Heero,
My Pet." It isn't necessary to read that one first, but it may
make some of this more clear. To those of you who were waiting, enjoy! " Heero, My Love "
"Duo, are you sure you're up to this trip?" Rolling his eyes, Duo tried to keep his tone civil. "Yes, Father," he called out the door—for the seventeenth time. Not that he was keeping count, but Heero was. Lying on the bed in a resting-yet-alert position, the huge wolf followed Duo with amused eyes. Cobalt eyes. "Why don't you tell him to stop pestering you?" he asked into Duo's mind. "You know you want to." "No, you want me to," Duo corrected in the same manner. Had anyone else been in the room they would not have noticed anything happening between the pair. Heero was Telmaran. A race of unusual people native only to the world Tel'Mar, they had two forms. Their primary form, a large animal. In Heero's case, wolf. And a secondary form that looked perfectly human. Heero lifted his head off his paws and perked his ears. "He's coming. I think you should snap at him. Just like you snapped at me only a few minutes ago. That will convince him to stop bothering you." Duo leveled his great wolf with a peevish Look. "Half the reason I'm so annoyed is because you are annoyed. He's just worried about me." "Well, he shouldn't be. You recovered from being sick weeks ago. And if anything were wrong with you, I'd know." Lips quirking in a sort-of grin, Duo looked up when his father entered the room. He handed Duo a box wrapped in silver paper. "This is something for you trip. Are you sure you will be all right, Duo?" Throwing the wolf a quick glance, Duo accepted the box and smiled at him. "Yes, I'm sure. As Heero's been reminding me for the last hour, he would know if something was wrong with me. Besides, it's been months since I last saw Quatre. I miss him." Denan Maxwell, Prime Chancellor of Hedara, nodded. "Yes, I can understand." And the other reason, things Duo felt but would never say, was that he was sick of this huge house. When Duo was very young he'd been stricken by a terrible illness about the same time as his mother. It had claimed her life and rendered Duo blind. Only a new, cutting edge treatment had restored Duo's sight after years of sightlessness. During those years, Denan—in an effort to protect his son—had kept him isolated on Hedara. Seldom did he have visitors, and he was never allowed out except on short trips to the city. The treatment had worked marvelously. Duo's vision was better than ever, and he was tired of being treated like he would still collapse at any time. The happenings of several months ago had made Denan even more overprotective of his son, and Duo was sick of it. So he'd asked Quatre, his best friend, to invite him to Terra, the capitol world of the Andarian Empire. No one ever refused Quatre. Because after all, he was the emperor. Heero huffed faintly on the bed. "Open it," he ordered, curiosity radiating from him in waves. Duo looked at Heero. The two of them shared something special. The Telmaran were capable of forming a strong bond with one individual. Heero had Bonded with Duo not quite a year ago. They'd been through much together, including a deepening of the Bond that was forbidden on account of it being too dangerous. Heero had nearly killed Duo and himself. Duo didn't regret it. Sometimes it was hard to tell which thoughts or feelings were his and not Heero's, but he didn't mind. He loved Heero more than anything in the galaxy, and he could feel Heero's mutual love for him. It was an intensely exhilarating feeling. Carefully peeling back the pretty paper, Duo opened the box. And blinked in surprise. Chocolate. A rare delicacy made from a plant found only on Ofella. It was sinfully delicious and absurdly expensive. Looking up at his father, he smiled and took a step forward to hug him. "Thank you," he murmured. "Now, will you finally let me finish packing?" Denan actually flushed. "Ah, yes. Why don't I let you do that. I have a bit of business to attend." And he bustled out. Heero watched him, and Duo could clearly feel his amusement. "You've changed some since I first Bonded you," he mused. "Not nearly as sweet as you once were." Duo flashed him a look, carefully folding his silk pajamas. "I've you to thank for that," he reminded the wolf. "Vicious carnivore that you are. Did you think I would remain a lamb?" Warm laughter resounded in Duo's mind as Heero panted, and he rose off the bed to transform. Tall, golden-skinned, and dark haired, the Telmaran strode across the room to enfold Duo in a tight embrace. "You look as delicious now as you did then," Heero murmured, leaning down to lick his tongue in sweeping arcs over Duo's neck. "I could still eat you right up." Duo shivered. "Don't . . . don't distract me," he managed. "We're leaving in . . ." "Half an hour," Heero finished. "That's enough time for me to ravish you and then finish packing." "It is—nnh!—not!" Duo gasped, losing focus when licks turned to suckling nibbles. Unfortunately for Duo, Heero was drowning him in the wolf's lust. Panting, not able any longer to tell it from his own, he clung to Heero's shoulders. Strong hands went down his back and slid down to the backs of his thighs, lifting and forcing Duo to wrap his legs around Heero's waist to maintain his balance. Heero ground Duo's pelvis forward hard enough he flung his head backward, crying out as pleasure shot straight up his spine. Everything they did, everything Heero did to him was so intense, magnified by the fact that he could feel it and feel Heero feeling it through him, it was like each sensation spiraled higher and built upon itself until he was nearly mindless with it. "Just . . . ahh—don't . . ." Duo panted, head falling to rest against Heero's neck. "Heero, please—" The Telmaran lowered him back to the floor, and blue fire burned in his eyes. "I won't," he promised huskily. "I'll just take something quick." What he intended to do flashed through Duo's mind a split-second before he did it, dropping to his knees and baring Duo to slide him down his throat. Duo's whole body bowed forward in a shock of pleasure, eyes squeezing shut. His fingers frantically stroked through Heero's unkempt hair, trying to keep his wits about him enough not to tug or direct his lover. His thighs quivered with the effort of remaining upright, of not thrusting mindlessly into Heero's mouth. God he loved it when Heero did this to him. Heero seemed to love having Duo at his mercy like this, helpless but for Heero's whim. Panting, whimpering, nearly incoherent, the pleasure built inside him. It grew, rushing higher and higher until Heero hummed. Low and deep in his throat, swallowing hard. He reached the peak. His head fell back, spine arching ever-so-slightly, eyes squeezing shut. Heero had recently learned that he could prolong Duo's orgasm to the point where the pleasure nearly became intolerably sweet. All it took was control over a certain part of Duo's brain, and he had complete control over Duo if he but exerted it. So he pushed Duo even higher as completion broke over him, forcing him to feel and feel until his vision grayed out and his whole body thrummed wildly. When he finally stopped Duo simply collapsed, utterly spent. Though it had lasted only minutes, it felt like an eternity. Heero rose smoothly from his kneeling position to catch Duo before he fainted, chuckling as he swept his stunned lover into his arms. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look like that?" he purred, kissing Duo's gasping mouth. "Seeing as how I can see it all through your mind's eye," Duo said, unable to draw enough breath to speak. It was somewhat . . . different, being able to see himself in Heero's mind. Because Heero seemed to derive no greater pleasure than watching him while he writhed in pleasure. Heero once more lowered him to the ground, only releasing him when he was sure Duo could stand on his own. Then he phased back into his primary form, once more hopping onto the bed. "There. Now you can finish packing." "I hope Duo will be okay," Quatre fussed. The emperor of the Andarian Empire drummed his fingers on the windowsill. Normally he had enough patience to make a saint weep. Right now he didn't feel like being patient. "I'm sure he'll be fine," the voice of his beloved soothed in his mind. Quatre tore his eyes away from the window to look down at Trowa. Like Heero, he was Telmaran. Both larger and older than Heero, he was a panther. He hopped up on the window seat to keep watch at Quatre's side. "He recovered from being ill weeks ago," Trowa pointed out. "Besides, since Heero Bonded him, it seems Duo hasn't been quite so frail of health." Quatre smiled, feeling almost deliriously happy and anxious. "I can't believe we're going to be on Tel'Mar for a month! A month of doing nothing, enjoying the sun and beaches and warm air . . ." "I am looking forward to it as well," Trowa said, heaving a sigh. "The last time I was home I could not enjoy it due to the circumstances." "It'll be a nice place to ensure Duo doesn't get sick again," Quatre said, running his fingers over Trowa's back. "Duo and I used to play a little game. Remind me, and I'll show you how we played." Trowa's head swiveled toward him, ears perking forward. "A game? Even if I couldn't feel that sudden flash of heat, I can certainly smell it. What kind of game?" Quatre pursed his lips. "Can't tell you that. You'll have to wait and find out." He smiled sweetly. Trowa shifted into his secondary form. "Wait? Find out? I'm not patient, lover. I want you to tell me now. Shall I coerce you into telling me?" "A demonstration will be so much more fun than an explanation—" Quatre began, but Trowa sealed his lips shut with a fierce kiss. "Then you can picture it in your mind," Trowa demanded, pushing Quatre down until he was laying on the velvet seat. "Come on, Quatre. I won't take no for an answer." "Then you'll have to be satisfied with no answer," Quatre countered, grinning into the kiss. Trowa's hand slipped under Quatre's silk robes just as someone knocked on the door. Flushing, Quatre pushed Trowa off him and rose, straightening himself a little before opening it. "Young Lord Duo and his Bonded have arrived, Your Majesty," the herald said with a knowing look. "Shall I send them up?" "No, I'll go down and greet them myself," Quatre said hurriedly, giving Trowa a wicked look and following the herald. He could feel Trowa's amusement and promise of retribution as the panther followed in his primary form. When he walked down to the palace's hangar, Duo was the first person he saw. With Heero at his side wearing a blue silk scarf the youth glided across the smooth floor. When he saw Quatre his face broke into a beautiful smile, and Quatre felt warmth flood his breast. They embraced with familiarity and affection. Duo, only a few inches shorter than Quatre, fit perfectly in his arms. Squeezing tightly, he pulled back to look down into dark, indigo-violet eyes. It was still a marvel, to look into those gleaming pools and see the vibrant color, knowing Duo could see him in return. "It's good to see you," Duo murmured, that honey sweet smile still on his lips. "I've missed you like crazy." Quatre smiled. "I missed you, as well. Come on, let's leave this noisy hangar for a more intimate setting. I'm sure Trowa would like to greet Heero properly." Nodding, Duo slid his hand into Quatre's and let the emperor take the lead. "Bring Duo's things to my rooms," Quatre called to the servants. Once in the privacy of Quatre's sitting room, the two Telmaran finally approached each other. Heero kept his head a little lower than Trowa's, and the panther rubbed their cheeks together. As one they transformed into their secondary forms, fingers interlaced. Heero nuzzled into Trowa's neck, eyes sliding shut, and Trowa mimicked his posture. Quatre could hear his Telmaran Bonded purring. Smiling, affected by his love's good mood, Quatre drew Duo into a light kiss. Duo returned it, sliding his arms around Quatre once more. "What would it take for me to convince you two to live here with me?" Quatre asked, cupping Duo's face. "Treize and Wufei only live twenty minutes away. I can handle that. I can't handle not being able to see you two." The faintest hint of a blush stained Duo's pale cheeks. "Not much, actually. Neither Heero nor I enjoy being so isolated from the four of you and Tel'Mar. Especially now that my father has no reason to keep me on Hedara." "Then it's settled," Quatre said with finality. He grinned. "Treize and Wufei will be here shortly. I thought we could let you two rest for a day or so before flying out to Tel'Mar since you just had a three-day flight in from Hedara. Trowa has been pestering me to show him a game you and I used to play. Do you remember the one?" Duo frowned for a second, then his eyes widened a bit. That faint flush turned into a full-on blush. "I . . . remember the one," he agreed softly. Drawing Heero's interest at once. "You call that a game?" he said, sounding quite incredulous. Quatre's grin widened. He'd forgotten that Duo and Heero didn't share a normal Bond. It wasn't possible for Duo and Heero to hide things from each other. "Well, we were younger then, and we had to call it something," he reasoned. "Would you like to play, Heero?" The look on the Telmaran's face required no verbal reply.
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