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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 "
Discovery Heero woke slowly, body pleasantly numb and heavy. For a time he couldn't figure out what was causing such a feeling. Then it occurred to him. He wasn't alone in bed. Warm pressure spread out over most of his body because there was someone lying almost directly on top of him. Duo. The demon's slim, naked body was aligned perfectly with his own, his sparse curves fitting into Heero's as though they were made to go just there. His dark eyes were closed, his expression peaceful in sleep. Heero's heart jumped in his chest as last night came back all at once. He'd slept with Duo. He'd had sex with a demon. A demon! Had he lost his mind? He was an angel! He gripped Duo's thin arms and rolled him off him, fully intent on dressing and leaving right now. Not coming back until his mind was back together, until he knew what he would do now. That didn't quite happen. For starters, Duo came awake instantly, indigo eyes snapping open. Heero saw a flash of heat on their surfaces before the demon made like a leech and grabbed back onto him. Heero could see his sharp teeth as Duo snarled at him, claws digging into his naked arms deep enough to draw blood. "Where are you going?" Duo snapped. Heero leveled him with a flat look. "Out. We need something for breakfast, and it's well past dawn." "Yeah right. You're planning to pretend this didn't happen. Well, it did, guardian angel of mine. You fucked me. Not once but twice. And I won't let you pretend anymore!" "Duo," Heero said, forcing his voice to stay even, "last night was a mistake. Now let go of me and get up. Get dressed." Something vaguely panicky in Duo's eyes made the angel pause. What was that? "A mistake?" Duo repeated. And though it was faint, Heero could still hear the tremor. He blinked. Was it possible the demon hadn't been toying with him? That Duo actually wanted . . . something more from him? Could he even give Duo more? "You're a demon," Heero said, firming his tone. "I'm an angel. We're not compatible. I know it's just a game to you, Duo, but it's different for me." "Different!" Duo nearly yelped. His claws tightened on Heero's arms and he shook the angel. "God, you're so obtuse! Different how? Do you even know what's going on in my head? Or yours, for that matter?" Heero gripped his wrists and squeezed until Duo winced and let go. "You want something I'm not capable of giving." He rose, not sure why his heart hurt so much. But Duo wasn't ready to let him go. He scrambled across the bed and threw his arms around Heero's waist, squeezing so hard it crushed the air out of the angel's lungs. His body bowed forward and he gasped, trying to pry the demon loose. "Let go of me," he choked out. "No!" the demon growled. "Damn it, Heero, look at me!" Momentarily startled by that tone, Heero twisted enough to look down at Duo. And reeled at what he saw. The demon's eyes were wide and for once completely honest. He'd never seen such a painfully vulnerable expression on anyone's face. Duo was biting his lower lip, and to Heero's shock, tears were gathering in those brilliant eyes. "You actually think I would just let you . . . let you . . . and that it wouldn't mean anything to me?" he demanded in a breaking voice. "You're the one who won't believe that I'm evil, but you're still willing to believe something like that?" His arms finally released Heero, and he sagged down onto the bed as though his energy was suddenly gone. A tear trailed down his cheek, glinting in the late morning sun. "Duo . . ." Heero began, though he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "What Oraia did to me . . ." Duo all but whispered, "I wanted to die. If that would end the pain, that's what I wanted. I hated Heaven, I hated angels, I hated my existence because all it was . . . was endless pain. And then . . . then you came along, Heero, and showed me that there are still good angels. You challenged her for me, you saved me. I had no idea I would ever come to feel this way about an angel. I want to be where you are. With you." Heero found his tongue to be suddenly uncooperative. He couldn't speak. He could barely think. That sounded like a confession. It was dangerously close to a confession. He realized his heart was pounding. Did Duo love him? Is that what he meant? Another tear streaked down Duo's cheek. The other one, this time. "Heero, please . . ." he whimpered. Feeling as though everything were in slow motion, Heero reached out and gently brushed the tear away. "I'll . . . be back in a little while, Duo. We really don't have any food here." By the stricken look in those amazing eyes, that wasn't what Duo wanted to hear. He backed up on the bed until his back hit the wall. Heero saw him swallow as he nodded. He left the demon alone, then. He needed a bit of time to think, to get his mind working again, to sort this all out in his head. To figure out what he felt for Duo. o0o 0o0 Duo watched the cobalt-eyed angel leave. His throat was too tight for breathing, but not for breaking down and crying like a baby. Fucking bloody hell. I'm fucking in love with an angel. A god-damned, blind, king-of-fucking-denial angel. Shit, what the hell was I thinking, hoping he would actually love me back? They wouldn't stop. Hot, bitter, angry, and hurt, the tears burned down his cheeks. He'd felt pain in his body that he'd thought couldn't be topped. The agony in his heart right now was worse. He'd take Oraia over Heero's rejection any day. "Stupid, stupid Heero," he muttered, burying his face in the pillow. Last night, he'd actually dared hope that maybe — possibly — Heero was done denying and fighting. That maybe Heero would allow himself to love Duo back. After all, their second time had ended and he'd held Duo. He couldn't remember anything in his life feeling so good, comfortable, and right. There, sheltered by the dark, they'd not been an angel and a demon. They'd just been two boys snuggling in post-coital bliss. Why did that have to change just because the sun came up? Duo found himself hating the harsh, glaring light of day. Maybe if it had stayed night forever, Heero wouldn't have pushed him away. You have a fucked-up sense of humor, God. Of course I would fall in love with an angel. The Prince of Heaven, no less. And of course his sense of duty would override anything else. Fortunately, by the time Heero returned with breakfast made, Duo had pulled himself together. Dressed and feeling more presentable — if no less vulnerable — Duo managed to give Heero a neutral smile. He couldn't read Heero's expression to save his life — but then, he seldom could. It just seemed even more blank at the moment. Heero didn't say a word all through the boring meal. Duo could feel the awkwardness like a physical presence, and he hated it. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Maybe I should just have let him go, pretended that it didn't matter to me, either. Thoughts like that threatened to betray him, and he fiercely blinked against tears. But the silence didn't last. Eventually Heero's blue, blue eyes met his. "Duo," he said quietly, "do you love me?" Well. That stunned Duo into momentary stillness. What kind of cruel, absurd question was that? Unless Heero was just that dense, and Duo didn't believe that for a second. He wanted to deny it. To laugh it off. Demons were unkind pranksters, after all. But when he opened his mouth, that wasn't what came out at all. "Yes," Duo snapped. "Yes, I love you. I'm in love with you. There, are you happy? Fucking sadistic angel." He hated that those words sounded whining, pleading, hurting, longing. As if he was actually saying, please please please love me back. Heero stirred on his chair. "I'm sorry," he murmured, rising and brushing Duo's hair back with one warm hand. Duo blinked, feeling his anger starting to return. "Sorry? For what? Sorry that I love you?" A tiny, barely-there smile crossed Heero's lips. "For what I said earlier," he elucidated. "It was . . . cruel." Hope flared in Duo's heart. An apology. That could be a step in the right direction. "Yeah," he agreed faintly. If you break my heart one more time, Prince, I'm going to fucking kill you. "Thank you for loving me, Duo," Heero went on in a rather subdued voice. "I'm flattered." Hardly the most romantic thing he could say. That wasn't an exchange of vows, either. Duo waited, never taking his eyes off his guardian angel. Heero's hand stroked down Duo's jaw, thumb caressing Duo's lower lip. Indigo-violet eyes widened when the angel leaned down slowly. Is he going to kiss me? Please, please yes. Kiss me, Heero. That's got to be a good sign. "You already know I'm not good with things like this," Heero whispered, their faces only centimeters apart, "but . . . I want you to stay with me, Duo." And their lips met. That wasn't an 'I love you.' But it wasn't a 'get the fuck away from me you disgust me,' either. Duo submitted at once. He was willing to settle for that, for now. Leaning up, he wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and let Heero take the lead. Maybe if he was patient, he'd get what he wanted in the end. He barely noticed Heero pulling him closer until warm hands worked up under his shirt and stroked his wing scars. That made him jump, consequently pushing him even closer against Heero. Part of him wondered if that was intentional. The vastly larger part of him was just inwardly dancing and singing that Heero was kissing him. Of his own volition. Without any prompting from Duo. As the angel pushed him down onto the bed, the last words that were spoken were Heero's. His kisses wandered over Duo's cheek until his lips were teasing Duo's ear. He lightly nibbled around the shell, making Duo shiver as he whispered, "Stay with me, Duo . . ." o0o 0o0 Eyes of a piercing verdant hue watched the small, secluded house only a few hundred feet from the Eirwhyn River. It should have been empty. No one was living there, right now. Because its owner was not in the country, right now. The owner of the eyes knew that. After all, it belonged to his lover. Trowa rose from his crouched position and ghosted through the trees toward the house. If the individuals inside were bandits looking for a hideout, they were going to receive an extremely rude awakening. The tall, slim elf wouldn't let anyone destroy his love's home away from home. Drawing his longsword from its sheath, he stalked around to the back entrance. The unwanted guest startled him. He was standing right in the backyard. For a moment, Trowa was frozen into motionlessness. On the small side of average with hair longer than any girl's, stood a demon. He was unmistakable, for long black wings flowed down his back. They were raised as though he was ready for flight. This took less than a second. He whirled to face Trowa, eyes wide and surprised. And to the trained eye of a warrior, Trowa could see the movement was slow and somewhat choppy. The demon was injured? Those glossy wings vanished, letting a few feathers drift to the ground. That wasn't natural, either. "Who are you?" the demon asked, caution entering indigo-violet eyes. He could obviously see that Trowa wasn't a human. It was readily apparent, after all. No sooner had Trowa opened his mouth to answer — though he wasn't sure what he would say — than a brilliant wave of white light had him shying back, closing his eyes. When he recovered a few seconds later, he about swallowed his tongue. An angel. Standing directly in front of the demon, wings spread aggressively. Eyes the color of cobalt glared at Trowa, seeming to dare him closer, ready to fight. Trowa stared at him. An angel protecting a demon? Had the world come to an end while he was away? The demon touched the angel's arm. "I don't think he was looking for a fight, Heero," he said slowly. Heero. The name suited the angel. "Then why is his sword drawn?" he challenged, the question half directed at Trowa. If it came to combat, Trowa was exceptional. However, he wasn't on par with an angel. He sheathed his sword. "My name is Trowa Barton," he said, offering a polite bow. "I came to investigate who was staying in this cabin, as it belongs to my lover and he is away right now." To his relief, the aggression immediately faded from the angel. Heero lowered his wings. "Then I apologize. Circumstances had me desperate of a place to shelter. My companion was gravely injured." Trowa didn't miss the look the demon gave the angel at those words. He wished he knew exactly which of them made him unhappy, but he wasn't about to ask. "In that case, please be welcome. Quatre rarely uses this cabin for anything but pleasure, anyway." "Please come in for a bit," Heero said, those white wings finally disappearing. "I would like the chance to talk. Namely, to learn how things fare here on Candora." Well. That was a telling question. How long had this
angel been stranded from Heaven? And, more pressingly, why? Was he,
perhaps, in exile? He sighed. "They fare grimly," he said.
"Very grim, indeed. Sit. I will tell you everything I know."
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