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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 "
A Place of Safety Duo's wings ached with a vengeance when Heero finally sent the green-eyed elf away. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to relieve tension without being obvious. "At least Candora's not in a state of war, yet," he said. His guardian angel looked troubled. "I don't know if that's good or not. I hope it means Heaven and Hell are not at war yet. If Hell still thinks Heaven has you, that would certainly hold them back. But it also means Oraia will have mobilized a search for us." At the thought of that sadistic bitch Duo shivered involuntarily. Heero's cobalt eyes met his, clouded. "I'm going to have to move you," he said at length. "If we are stationary, they will find us all the easier." Duo hoped he wasn't reading too much into Heero's protectiveness, but he was pretty sure it was because the angel cared. "But . . . where will we go?" he asked hesitantly. Having never before left Hell, he had no idea of any safe place on Candora. Heero closed his eyes for a moment. "I know of a few places we would be safe," he said. "I'm more concerned about how to get you there since you can't fly." Rising off his perch, Duo pressed himself against Heero. "Thank you," he mumbled, "for helping me all this time, Heero. Without you I'm sure I would still be there, her having fun torturing me." Another shiver raced up his spine, harder this time. To his surprise and delight, Heero's arms went around him, a gentle kiss to his temple. "From now on, Duo, I'll protect you. No matter what." Duo actually felt tears sting his eyes. He blinked them back. God, did he ever want this angel to love him. "Kiss me, Heero," he begged softly. There wasn't even the slightest hesitation. Heero cupped his chin and tilted his face up, bringing their mouths together in a deep kiss. Heero dominated him at once, and Duo submitted without a struggle. It was, after all, what he wanted. Applying a little pressure with his hand, Heero encouraged Duo to open his mouth. Their tongues met, dancing and writhing against one another. Duo moaned faintly. He clung to Heero for support, legs feeling too wobbly to hold him up. Then Heero broke the kiss, leaving Duo feeling breathless and weak. "I have been to Candora several times as an emissary for Heaven," the angel said, not releasing his hold as his thumb stroked Duo's lower lip. "There is a group who does not believe Heaven did right by demons. I'm certain they will shelter us from Oraia." Damn, but even such a simple caress was distracting. "Who?" "They're dragons," Heero replied. "In fact, their favorite demon is your mother, Tovala." Duo blinked. How was it he didn't know that but Heero did? "Are you sure they won't just tell my mother I'm with them? She'll attack Heaven if she knows I'm not there." He didn't know why, but he was ready and willing to do whatever Heero wanted. Heero sighed. "I don't know for sure. If you talked to them, I hope so. I know they want to avoid war on Candora as much as we do." The angel hadn't removed his embrace, nor had he pushed Duo away. Blissfully happy just to be in his arms, he sighed and rested his head against one strong shoulder. "That's good. But I would at least like to let my mother know I'm safe. Maybe I could convince her not to attack Heaven." Heero shook his head. "I can't risk it. For now, it's best if no one knows where you are." Duo felt like arguing, but he decided against it. "Okay." He felt the reverberation of Heero's soft chuckle. "That reaction was quite a departure for you," he teased. "A far cry from the argumentative demon of before." Duo just smiled. "You're the one who tried so hard to convince me I'm not evil." Heero planted a kiss on the top of his head. "The only issue will be how long it takes us to get there since you can't fly. And how safe I can keep you." There seemed to be nothing to say to that. When night fell Heero made them dinner and told Duo to get ready for bed. He didn't kiss the demon, but he did climb in with Duo and spoon up behind him. Perfectly content just to be so close to him, Duo nestled down into his arms with a tiny little sigh. He fell asleep to the steady rhythm of Heero's heartbeat against his back. o0o 0o0 "I know I don't have any right to ask favors of you," Heero said early the next morning, "but I'd like to ask you to be our guide." The green-eyed elf gazed at him a moment. "May I ask why you're protecting a demon?" Heero's thoughts strayed to his violet-eyed charge. When he'd gotten up just before dawn to go find Trowa, the demon was still sound asleep. Heero hoped to return before he woke. He sighed. "I can't answer that. Not yet." He could tell Trowa didn't find that answer satisfactory. "Why do you feel he needs protection?" the elf asked next. "He's a demon, after all." "He can't fly," Heero said. Now Trowa stared at him. "He . . . no. Never mind. It must be important if an angel is risking so much to protect him. I won't ask who either of you are, though I feel I deserve an answer. If you'll be ready first thing tomorrow morning, I will lead you to your destination. Further, my friend and companion Quatre will join us. He's perfect for these types of missions. And he'll gladly help, if I know him at all." Heero didn't miss the amusement that flashed briefly over those verdant surfaces. Possibly this Quatre was the elf's lover. That word got hung up in Heero's mind. Lover. Is that what Duo is? My lover? I know it's what he wants. And if he was perfectly honest with himself (which he seldom was), it was what Heero wanted, too. The thought of any other hands touching Duo, any other pair of arms holding him, any other name spilling off those full red lips . . . Heero shut his eyes for a moment. Thoughts of those things made him more angry than he cared to admit. Especially to himself. "Thank you," he said aloud. "I appreciate your help. Do you mind my asking the name of your dragon friend? Perhaps I know him." "Wufei," Trowa said. "He's a fierce, proud creature. I'm sure your plight will appeal to his sense of justice, but I must warn you he will want more direct answers than the ones you've given me. I will consider myself satisfied with them, but he will not." Heero waved it away. He didn't know this Wufei, but there was no way a dragon wouldn't instantly recognize him as the Prince of Heaven, and Duo the Prince of Hell. Unlike other inhabitants of this world, dragons had keen magical senses. They could smell it like a dog could smell meat from yards and yards away. "Again, I thank you, Trowa. Would it be possible to procure mounts from somewhere?" A half-grin quirked Trowa's lips. "Yes, but they may not be . . . exactly what you expect." Not quite sure what he meant by that, Heero let the elf have his mystery. "I'm sure anything that can move faster than a snail will suffice. I must return before Duo wakes and wonder where I've taken myself. Thank you, Trowa." The elf gave him a slight bow. "Until tomorrow." Spreading his wings, Heero sprang into flight. He wasn't sure why it felt so urgent, but he really didn't want Duo to wake alone. He landed just outside the tiny cabin and went inside, wings vanishing. He needn't have worried. Duo hadn't stirred. A smile tugged at Heero's lips, demanding to be allowed into existence. For once, Heero just let it. The demon looked absolutely angelic in his sleep. What a paradox! Superstitious angels believed demons to be warped, hideous things who exuded evil. Duo was beautiful, and that dark gleam in his eye grew harder to detect every day. That gleam that always made Duo look like he was on the verge of sneering, something calculating and mischievous always hovering just out of sight. Heero only realized it just now, thinking about it. He climbed onto the bed, pulling Duo against him, not caring if the demon woke. Which he did, of course. The jostling brought him awake with an adorable little grunt, eyes blinking open slowly. When he saw what had awakened him, he smiled a bit, stretching against Heero's side. "Mm. Morning. Why do you always have to wake me in these dismal hours? Can't I sleep until after the sun has risen for once?" That sweet, whining complaint made Heero smile slightly. "Laziness is not good for a body." "Oh? Then why exactly are you still in bed?" Duo demanded, drumming his fingers against Heero's chest. Heero raised an eyebrow. He didn't know quite what it was, but something in Duo had changed. The nearly-oppressive scorn was gone. The attitude, the self-assuredness. Heero wasn't sure he recognized his vulnerable thing in his arms, this open and honest boy who was giving everything he had to Heero, offering it up with a plea in his eyes not to be broken and cast aside. "Beds are not necessarily sites for laziness," Heero said quietly, eyes burning. "I can think of at least one way to keep active." Oh, that was new. A delightful uncertainty crept over Duo's countenance. No answering leer, no crude comments about being a demon. Heero didn't keep him in suspense. He leaned down and fused their mouths together, determined to kiss the life out of his lover. Duo's reaction was immediate, twisting until he was sitting in Heero's lap, legs wrapped around the angel's waist. This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be kissing him of my own volition. He didn't initiate this. It's wrong. But for once, Heero ignored that annoying, nagging voice. o0o 0o0 Duo thought his heart would stop. Just stop. Fall out of his chest. He was breathless and dizzy. Heero was kissing him. Kissing him without any prompting at all. It was his idea to kiss Duo. Not the other way around. Those incredibly strong hands were digging into his hips — that would probably leave bruises. He didn't care. He welcomed them. Wanted them. Wanted the marks of Heero's claiming. He wanted Heero to want him so much it made him crazy, jealous, and possessive. So he would never let Duo go. I'll wear a fucking collar listing you as my owner, if that's what you want, Heero. God, please just love me. That's all I want. That's all . . . The thought spun around and around in his mind as Heero's tongue stroked, teased, and writhed against his own. It plunged so deeply into his mouth he almost couldn't breathe, exploring every corner, thrusting against the roof of his mouth in a way that made Duo's spine turn to water. If he hadn't already been sitting down he would have fallen over. With a suddenness that made his head spin he was flat on his back, naked. He let out the most piteous whine when one hot hand closed between his thighs, wrapping around him and stroking long and firm. He was instantly rigid and begging, losing focus as Heero continued to plunder his mouth. A thin bead of saliva spilled past his lips and trickled from the corner of his mouth. Heero's free hand came up and cupped his jaw, squeezing until Duo opened wider. He was so turned on, so stunned and eager and flustered he could barely respond. His hands weakly clutched Heero's shoulders, body reacting helplessly as Heero squeezed and pet him. What was wrong with him? This was so, so different than a few days ago. Their roles had inexplicably reversed, Heero the one in complete control. He felt so strange, it was almost as if he was feeling these things for the first time, hardly knowing what to expect. Heero's mouth finally released him and he gasped for air, black spots dancing in his vision. His heart was pounding. He wanted to beg Heero to take him, take him now, to not tease him and draw this out when he wanted it so badly. But he couldn't make his voice work other than to whimper and moan, breaths coming in panting gasps. "Maybe I'm the evil one," Heero whispered suddenly in his ear. Duo couldn't begin to work up a response to that as the angel used his knees to spread Duo's legs open so he could plunge one finger inside the demon. He cried out. He only felt complete when Heero was filling him. "I know you won't stop me," the angel went on in that heated whisper. "Because you love me. You want this. And here I am taking advantage of that. Of you." Practically in tears as Heero's finger unerringly found his sweet spot and ruthlessly struck it, glittering shocks of pleasure arcing over Duo's nerves, the demon shook his head. "No," he gasped out, head tossing back and forth on the pillow. "Don't . . . care . . . just . . . want . . . ahh, use me, He-Heero, just . . . want to . . . be yours . . ." Somehow, there were three fingers inside him, spreading and opening him, preparing him to accept Heero inside. No sooner had the thought left his mind than the fingers withdrew and the angel drove in to the hilt. Duo's body arched off the bed with a cry. Heero didn't move, his head dropping forward to rest between Duo's neck and shoulder. "Can you stay with me if I don't love you?" Heero breathed, barely audible. "Yes!" Duo panted. "Yes, Heero, just move!" "I don't know if I love you," the angel murmured, "but I want you to love me. God, that's so fucking wrong . . ." Starting to get angry, Duo clenched his muscles around Heero and lifted his hips. "Only you could be thinking things like that during sex. Come on, guardian angel, fuck me!" That brought his lover's head back up. Glowing cobalt eyes gazed into his, and a slow smile spread over Heero's lips. "That sounds more like you," he murmured, and finally moved. His movements were brutal, almost savage. Duo could barely move, could only ride out the sensations, the pleasure almost — but not quite — overshadowing the pain. He clung to Heero's shoulders, barely aware of his claws digging into smooth golden skin for purchase. The metallic tang of blood colored his senses, but he was too lost to understand what that meant. Heero's lips descended on his once more. It was a kiss without tenderness. Duo tasted blood and drank it down as his fangs cut Heero's tongue. Neither stopped. Heero gripped Duo's hips and lifted until the demon was bent nearly in half and thrust straight down. For some reason, that was all it took. Duo's eyes squeezed shut as completion found him, driving his pleasure from his body in streams of white. He felt Heero's burning heat fill him, almost unbearable. When his senses finally returned, Heero was cradling him against his chest. There were smears of blood on Duo's fingers. Blinking, he gave the angel an apologetic look. "Sorry." Heero shook his head. "Don't be." Sitting up with a wince, Duo glanced down Heero's back. The claw marks were long and livid, and they streaked right across Heero's wing scars. He grimaced. "Shit. Now I'm even more sorry. Do they hurt, Heero?" "No. Don't apologize, Duo. I deserved worse than that." Remembering what the angel had said, Duo pushed himself off the bed. "Yeah. What the fuck was all that about, anyway?" He felt Heero's release slide down his inner thigh, and he was gratified to see no blood. Now Heero looked away. "I'm sorry. I want you to stay with me, to love me, but I don't even know if I love you." Duo rolled his eyes. "Only you would feel the need to make it so complicated. I love you, idiot angel. Get it through your thick skull. I'm staying with you because I want to, not because you want me to. Okay, that you want me to makes a huge difference. But I want to stay with you. And if you're so ready and eager to fuck me so energetically, it means you probably don't hate me. So for now that's good enough." Heero raked fingers through his dark hair. "Is it?" Duo reached out and touched his face, grinning faintly.
"For now."
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