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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 "
Unraveling a Tapestry "My lady?" "Good morning, Torall. Do you have the things I asked you for?" "Yes, Lady. My contact said he will respond within three days at most. He wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to carry out my request." "And I assume this contact of yours is good enough should he be found out, nothing can trace him to you and therefore to me?" "Yes, milady. I have utmost confidence in his abilities." "And I in yours. Very well. What of the documents?" "Yes. There are only three flights scheduled to leave the capitol today. The emperor will be on the second. It is making a short stop on the moon Shaungriil before continuing to Tel'Mar." "Wonderful. And you?" "I am travelling aboard as a minor aide to Vice Chancellor Andrix. A survey mission to Shaungriil." "Excellent. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this, Torall?" "Some, milady, although I still admit I'm at a loss. How do you plan to succeed? Times are different now. The emperor isn't like his cousin." "No, he's not. But he and his empire are like a tapestry. A beautiful, intricate tapestry. If you try to grasp the edges and pull it apart, you will fail. The threads are woven together too tightly, too strongly. However, if you only grasp a single thread, you can pull it free with little effort. And eventually, if you pull enough threads free, the tapestry will unravel on its own." "I see. Well, you are cleverer by far than either the former princess or her cousin Relena. But I should be going, milady. The flight leaves within the hour." "Good luck, Torall. Remember to avoid the Telmaran as much as possible. They can smell a lie as easily as you or I can smell perfume." "Yes, milady. Enjoy your trip to Parliament." "I will." It was an incredibly sleepy and bleary-eyed Duo that boarded the shuttle in the early afternoon. He and Heero had not gone to bed until sometime in the wee hours of the morning-after hours and hours of a game of sexual indiscrimination. Of course, most of those hours were spent alone with Heero and his own version of sexual indiscrimination, which was . . . well, the most erotic experience of his young life. He hoped to do it again. Soon. "You awake, love?" The soft brush of Heero's mind over his felt nice. No words could describe the sensation, almost warm and gentle enough to lull him into a doze. "You look about like I feel," Quatre mused, head pillowed on Trowa's flank. The shuttle was a nice one. With several private rooms for the obscenely wealthy, it afforded privacy from the rest of the travelers. These private rooms each had a bed or two with comfortable benches. Heero had ensconced them on one of these, and he looked almost as sleepy as Duo as he gazed down at his lover. Duo was not tired of looking at Heero's face. Such a beautiful face, even in his lupine form. There was a polite knock on the door. Duo was too tired to be startled. Wufei was the one who answered it. He growled at the intruder. "Ah . . . I'm sorry, sir Telmaran. I was asked by the captain of the shuttle to see to your needs." "You are . . . ?" Treize demanded from one of the plush chairs. "My name is Simon Greeves. I am an aide to Vice Chancellor Andrix." Duo watched Quatre sit up with a sigh. "You can let him in, Wufei." The tiger stepped back, looking wary and generally suspicious. Duo noted Heero's expression was little better. His tension made Duo tense. "I apologize for my intrusion," the man said. "Why did the captain send you?" Quatre asked. "Ah, I overheard the flight attendants expression general nervousness over attending royalty, not to mention your great Telmaran companions. They are fearsome predators, after all." Heero panted laughter, and the atmosphere abruptly relaxed. "That was kind of you to volunteer," Quatre said with a little smile. Simon returned it. "Yes well, I am more used to attending nobility, and I've had the opportunity to serve one or two Telmaran. I know enough about them to understand they won't suddenly leap at me for my blood." Heero snorted and laid his head on Duo's chest, eyelids drooping. "I'm happy to see to your needs, Your Majesty," Simon said, bowing to Quatre. "And to yours, Lord General," to Treize, "and yours as well, young Lord Maxwell." "Thank you," Treize said. "I wouldn't mind some hot tea, preferably red ginseng if the shuttle has any." "For me as well," Quatre piped up. "Bring three mugs, for when the young Lord Maxwell wakes up." Duo wanted to glare at him, but he was too tired to turn his head. Heero huffed, radiating amusement. Surrounded by his warm, breathing pillow, Duo instantly dropped into sleep. "Is he asleep, Heero?" Treize asked softly. The wolf's head rose, nodding. "He would object quite vocally if he was awake," Quatre said, stroking Trowa's back. "Despite his adamant assurances that he's stronger now, I don't think he's so much so we can just blithely take his word for it." Wufei, who'd returned to Treize's side, flopped down on his Bonded's feet. "Heero agrees," he told his lover. "He said Duo is quite a bit stronger, but there are weaknesses in him that even a Telmaran Bonded cannot compensate for." Treize nodded, looking up. Trowa had obviously told Quatre the same things. The emperor's face was somewhat dark. "I don't know if you know this, Treize, but Duo was sick with the plague that ended his mother's life not once but twice. It took him almost six months to stabilize, and for a year after that he couldn't walk for the weakness. He was very young at the time, and I no longer recall how many times the doctors believed he would die." "Heero said Duo's father told him Duo always got exhausted to the point of illness on a flight any longer than about twelve hours. That's why he never let him leave Hedara. He was afraid he would get sick again and this time die." "The point of this conversation is not to work ourselves into a frenzy," Quatre said, "but I think we should all be on the same page, at least. It's a three day flight from Hedara to Andaria, and a two day flight from Andaria to Tel'Mar." He paused when the man Greeves came back in. Treize was pretty sure he recognized him from the coronation. His face was familiar. It made him feel better about allowing a relative stranger so close to the young emperor and his best friend. Although he had no doubts about Heero and Trowa's abilities to protect their Bonded. "Mm, especially Heero," Wufei said in a lazy drawl. "He's a wolf." "You've never really explained to me what you mean when you say that," Treize said somewhat reproachfully. Wufei just let out a grunt of laughter. Rotten cat. Simon poured them the tea-which smelled wonderful-and left them with a bow and a promise to return in a few hours. Treize thought he was being a little fussy, but Quatre just smiled and thanked him. Ah well, Quatre knew best when it came to these types of things. Treize's rank may afford him the benefits of nobility, but he didn't care for the pomp and circumstance, mostly. "Anyway," Quatre concluded as he sipped the tea, "that's all I really wanted to say. I could use all your help keeping an eye on him. He's been locked up for so long I think he's anxious for a chance at freedom. I don't want to deny him, I just want to make sure he doesn't immediately wear himself out." Heero let out a little huff and closed his eyes, posture expressing satisfaction. "When we get to Tel'Mar," Treize said, stroking Wufei's ears, "perhaps you three can suggest some relaxing past-times for the first few days? Then after that we can explore more energetically." "There are some lovely beaches," Wufei piped up. "I know how much humans enjoy basking in the sun." "That sounds perfect." tbc... Chapter 4 |
