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"Duo's Salvation "Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Gratuitous violence, abuse, torture, language, yaoi, lemon, angels, demons, bigotry, hypocrisy, blasphemy, heresy, sacrilege, and general religion-bashing. THIS IS NOT A STORY FOR THE CLOSE-MINDED. Pairings: 1x2, others Summary: When the Prince of Hell is captured and taken to Heaven, it is up to the Prince of Heaven to save him. But what if he believes Duo is already being saved? "Duo's Salvation "
Wicked: Reprise Heero's lips parted, but Duo pushed two fingers into his mouth. "I told you not to talk," he whispered. Heero's eyes smoldered with desire. Every part of him felt too hot, his skin too tight as he obediently sucked on Duo's fingers. The normally indigo surfaces were near black with passion and their own heated want. "Good angel," Duo said with a grin. Annoyed, Heero bit the fingers between his teeth. Duo growled but didn't remove them. Apparently satisfied that Heero's mouth was preoccupied, Duo turned back to the task of driving Heero mad. He attached his mouth to Heero's neck, laving it with his tongue at the hollow, nibbling and nipping at the junction of his shoulder. These sensations were all new, and it was enough to provoke the faintest of moans from his throat. His tongue writhed around the slim fingers in his mouth, pushing between them and stroking. He heard Duo let out a breathy almost-gasp, then the demon wrenched his fingers free and all but attacked Heero's pants. Heero barely had the time to form the beginnings of a protest in his mind before Duo pushed his legs open and swallowed him whole. Oh God! Heero's hips thrust up of their own volition, eyes widening to stare sightlessly at the ceiling above. Never in his life had he felt anything like this, experienced such an intense rush of physical pleasure that his brain literally shut down and all thought simply flew away. "God . . . Duo . . ." The words fell off his lips without his permission, but he barely noticed as his fingers tightened on the bed sheets until he thought they would break. He felt the lips around him turn up in a grin, and then Duo hummed. It was incredible. Heero could no more stop thrusting into that hot, wet cavern than separate his head from his own shoulders. Duo swallowed around every inward thrust, hands coming up to massage Heero's inner thighs. The touch of his surprisingly cool hands made Heero look down, and he nearly gasped out loud at the sight waiting for him. He'd never seen anything more beautiful than Duo. Never seen anything more debauched, true, but for some reason the vision of Duo's lips and throat work around him to bring him such incredible pleasure was quickly driving him to that point where he lost all control. Swallowing one last time, Duo lifted his head, releasing Heero. Heero barely heard the faint whine in the back of his throat, the sound of disappointment that he more felt. Perspiration shimmered on his skin, and Duo leaned up to lick Heero's flat belly, making the muscles there tighten in response. The demon grinned. It was a deliciously wicked grin. Beside Heero on the bed appeared a shallow bowl of oil. It might have startled Heero had he been focused on anything other than what Duo was doing to him. He should stop. Really. This was getting out of hand. If it went much farther, he would—Duo chose that moment to kick off his loose pants. Heero bit his tongue to keep from moaning. He'd seen Duo's naked body before. Why was it different now? Because all that pale skin was unmarked now? The demon climbed back up to straddle Heero's hips. Grabbing Heero's hand, he raised himself up onto his knees. Confused as to his intent, Heero caught on a split second later when Duo dipped his fingers in the oil and guided them to his own entrance. Heero's eyes widened when the demon pushed one of the angel's fingers past the tight resistance and up into himself. It was hot and impossibly tight. Duo's eyes slid shut, and Heero wanted to groan. He could not recall ever seeing anything so . . . so . . . Duo squirmed a little, leaning down and to lightly bite Heero's lower lip. "Stretch me," he instructed in a low, almost raspy voice. "Get me ready for you." Heero felt like someone had replaced the blood in his veins with liquid fire. The fire of ten-thousand suns. It felt like a burning ache, heat and want. Oh, he wanted. Wanted to feel that tight heat encasing him, squeezing him, pulling him deeper. He wanted to watch Duo come undone, wanted . . . wanted . . . He pushed the finger inside Duo deeper. A simple in-and-out motion. He felt Duo's thighs tense, teeth capturing that full lower lip as his hips encouraged the movement, encouraged more, his eyes begging for it as Heero added a second finger. It was obvious Duo wanted more, and wanted it now — Heero twisted his wrist. The demon suddenly arched his back and cried out, whole body quivering. He raised himself up and drove down hard, mouth open and panting. That seemed to be the end of his patience. Grabbing Heero's wrist he pushed it down to the bed, trapping the other one with it alongside Heero's head. Heero didn't resist or try to stop him as Duo aligned Heero with his clenching entrance and impaled himself. Heero's whole body froze, sensations he never could have imagined streaking up and down his spine. Pain washed over Duo's countenance. It was somewhat lost within the expression of sheer ecstasy, but Heero didn't want Duo hurting himself. No sooner did he open his mouth to speak than Duo cut him off with a kiss that was at once an aggressive demand and a sweet plea. The beautiful demon wrenched his mouth away a moment later, lifting his hips and pushing back down. Damn it, but it felt incredible. Duo's velvet inner walls gripped Heero as though trying to keep him in. When the demon sank back down they squeezed, welcoming him home. Duo threw his head back with a low groan, his hair cascading around him in gleaming waves, caressing his gleaming, naked skin. And that was when the rigidly-controlled tension inside Heero reached critical mass. A sound he could not differentiate between a groan and a snarl burst from Heero's throat. Breaking Duo's hold on him, he grabbed the smaller boy's arms and pulled himself free from the siren's body. He reversed their positions so fast Duo never had the time to form a protest before Heero slammed back into him. Duo's back arched up off the bed, eyes squeezing shut again, a cry rising from his throat. When their eyes met again, Duo must have seen something in Heero's eyes. His lips peeled away from his teeth, revealing sharp fangs, own eyes burning as he wrapped his legs around Heero's waist, driving the angel deeper. "God, yesssss," he hissed, meeting Heero thrust for thrust. "Let go, Heero . . ." "Why don't you stop talking now?" Heero hissed, not recognizing his own voice. Low. Husky. Needy. Nearly desperate with desire. He wanted Duo. More than anything he'd ever wanted in his life. His hips snapped forward, pistoned back. Every movement every time long and deep and swift and powerful. Heero was in control, but he was out of control. Duo had finally claimed the last vestiges of his resistance, and he was no longer sure that it hadn't just been token because Duo was a demon and tradition dictated this was wrong. He didn't care. He fucking didn't care as he shifted his angle to hit that sweet spot he'd found earlier. Duo cried out his appreciation, clawing up Heero's back in his mindless bliss. The sharp sting was a bright counterpoint to the unimaginable pleasure of being joined with Duo. Not in his wildest dreams could he have imagined his first time with a demon. He found he didn't care much as the wave Duo had drowned him in reached its peak, cresting and sweeping him away. Pleasure poured from him in a veritable flood, he could feel it filling Duo, and the demon accepted it. It was all he could he could do to keep his eyes open so he could watch Duo's face. And the sight took his breath away. After what might have been the longest, most mind-blowing eternity of his young life, it passed. It took Heero's strength with it, and he barely managed to catch himself on his elbows before crushing Duo. His body felt pleasantly numb, tingling with glittering aftershocks of pleasure. He didn't want to move, didn't want to think. Just wanted to lay there, basking in Duo. Gradually he became aware of warm wet against his neck. Duo was licking him. Not really an attempt to garner his attention. The somewhat erratic strokes struck Heero as a way for Duo to calm himself down, because he could feel the demon's heart racing. They were so close he could practically hear it. And yet he felt no desire to pull away. There was no sudden repulsion, no dramatic disgust or disappointment. In fact he felt very little at all besides a golden contentment he was loath to break. He wasn't ready for his brain to catch up with him and give him a long list of reasons as to why this was a terrible mistake. Duo's hands, still surprisingly cool considering the heat of his body, slid down Heero's back to grip the firm globes of muscle. He squeezed and kneaded, pushing Heero's hips forward. The velvet drag over his sensitive length made him hiss, especially when Duo squeezed his internal muscles. Those indigo-violet eyes peered into his, still burning, still full of raw passion. The demon licked his lips. "I want you," he breathed, leaning up to lick and nip at Heero's mouth. It seemed unnecessary to say he had him. His temperature rose rapidly, his body more than ready for another taste of Duo. Lightly gripping Duo's arms he pushed them down to the bed beside Duo's head, mimicking their earlier positions. He tangled their hands together, fingers entwining. Duo's eyes widened a little, but before he could say anything to ruin Heero's mood, the angel leaned down and captured his mouth in a slow, sweet, lingering kiss. Then he pulled out of Duo's willing body and slowly sank back in. Duo's inner walls gripped him every inch of the way. It felt incredible. The desperate passion was gone. A tender languor had replaced it, and Heero coveted it. He didn't break the kiss until the angle of his hips made Duo arch back with the sweetest little cry, eyes falling shut. His fingers tightened around Heero's, mouth open and panting. "He-Heero . . ." he moaned. God, hearing his name like that, falling off Duo's lips like honey, it went straight to Heero's arousal. His hips snapped forward a little faster before he brought his ardor back under control, and Duo writhed under him. The pleasure was easily readable on that expressive face, and Heero once again found himself struck by what a beautiful face it was. Had he always found Duo this beautiful? He gave in to the temptation to kiss those full, sweet lips. Duo immediately opened for him, and Heero gently sucked on his plump lower lip. The furor never returned. The languid passion cast a spell over them that did not break, and by the end Duo was panting and moaning, writhing as he wordlessly begged for Heero to finish him. Heero gave into the siren's call of pleasure, and this time it broke over him in sweetly cresting waves rather than a tumultuous rage. It was even better the second time, and this time the bliss that stole his strength refused to give it back. He fell to his side, feeling momentary regret when he slid out of Duo's body. It made the demon shiver, and he didn't move, his indigo-violet eyes never leaving Heero. It surprised him, but he realized Duo was waiting to see what he would do now. In the morning, things would be different. In the morning,
perhaps things would go back to how they were before. He didn't know.
But right now he didn't care. Right now he slid an arm under Duo's
shoulders and pulled the boy against his chest. Right now, he just
wanted to hold Duo and bask in the golden afterglow of what they'd
just done.
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