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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 "
In two days, Duo could move without pain, and his father finally let him get out of bed. He was glad - any longer and he would have started throwing temper tantrums. Those always got results. He shared a secret smile with himself as he hurried down the halls of the palace. Barefoot, dressed only in a pair of breeches (with most of the legs missing) and a sleeveless shirt of red, he moved without a sound. He didn't want anyone knowing where he was - yet. He couldn't believe how much he missed Heero. His guardian angel had never been too far from him since their flight from Heaven . . . however long ago that was. It felt like forever. He absently rubbed his chest. The bruise was not fully healed yet, but it wasn't so sore anymore. In many ways, this separation was a good thing. It had given him time to critically analyze his feelings. He was sure now that if Heero didn't love him, he could kiss the angel good bye and walk away with his heart mostly intact. His inward smile went a little bitter. Mostly intact. Actually, it would be completely broken. But here surrounded by those who loved him, it would heal. In the dungeons, he stopped by the cell. The architects of this place had only thrown them in as a joke. No demon had ever expected them to be used. Least of all for an angel. Duo pressed his forehead against the cool stone for a moment. The first love of his young life was behind this door. As much as he wanted to see Heero, he was also afraid. What if Heero said he didn't love him? Taking a deep breath, reminding himself he would be fine if that happened, Duo pushed the door open. Heero. God, he was so beautiful. Those eyes of his were like deep wells in which a person could so easily drown. The angel looked a little paler than Duo remembered, and Duo had never seen that expression on his face before. Too wild to be worry. Too desperate. "Heero?" he asked softly when the angel didn't move, didn't blink. Heero sort of lurched up off the cot, bolting across the room to grab onto Duo in a tight hold. The bruises across his back and chest screamed in protest, pain lancing to the base of his skull and the tips of his toes. But as the door swung shut behind him and the pair sank to the floor, he decided he didn't mind all that much. This wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting, but it seemed like a good one. "God, Duo," Heero rasped, voice dry and cracking, "I thought you were dead. I thought you were going to die. It . . . it shot you right through the heart . . ." Taken aback, Duo carefully wrapped his arms around Heero's shoulders. They were shaking. "It's all right, Heero," he said softly. "I'm way too stubborn to be killed by that bitch. Promise." The words had the desired effect: Heero snorted, and Duo could see a grin tugging at his lips. "You definitely are stubborn," he agreed. "Why else would you have seduced an angel?" Duo stiffened. Gripping Heero's arms, he pushed the Prince of Heaven back, rising to his feet. He could feel the glacial cold cross his face. "What's that supposed to mean?" Heero's eyes widened again. "I . . ." "I suppose you would think that way," Duo snapped, cutting him off. "I mean, no way an angel could want a demon on his own. Of course, I would have had to seduce you to get you to fuck me." "God, I didn't mean it that way, Duo," Heero said in a pleading tone. "What did you mean then?" Duo demanded. Damn, I must have been repressing my own feelings in a big way. Why am I so angry with him? Following Duo to his feet, Heero reached out and took Duo's hand, pressing it to his cheek. "I meant, otherwise you wouldn't have bothered with me and my angst." Duo stared at him, mesmerized by the tiny, tender smile that graced Heero's face. He could feel the soft movement of Heero's lips against his fingers. What . . . what . . . ? "Duo," Heero whispered, kissing Duo's palm, "I mean I'm in love with you, and I'm sorry it took me so long to admit it. You deserved better than my playing with you. I was a coward, but I know better now. Seeing you like that . . . thinking you were going to die . . ." Tears. There were tears in Heero's eyes. The Prince of Heaven, normally so cold and king of denying his own emotions, was crying. Spellbound, Duo reached up and lightly brushed one hot, glittering droplet away. It scalded his finger. "You . . . you really mean that, don't you?" he breathed. "God, yes," Heero choked. "I love you so much, Duo. I don't want to lose you. Please say you'll stay with me." Feeling caught in a dream, Duo allowed himself to be pulled back into that crushing embrace. How could he say anything else after that heartfelt confession? "Of course I will," he whimpered, feeling tears sting his own eyes. "After I spent so long trying to seduce you?" He laughed weakly. Heero joined him, squeezing impossibly harder until Duo finally couldn't take it anymore and let out a short yelp of pain. Heero immediately released him, eyes dark with concern. "What?" Rubbing his chest, Duo lifted his shirt so Heero could see the discoloration. The bruise was a mottled brown, yellow, and pale green. Ugly, really. Heero's eyes darkened more as they rose from the bruise to meet Duo's gaze. "I'm going to kill her, Duo," he said quietly. Duo immediately shook his head. "No way. She's mine, guardian angel." He grinned savagely. "But you can lure her to Hell so I can play with her first." Heero made a rude sound. Then the darkness was gone from his expression, replaced by a sort of longing. He ran his hand down Duo's arm, stopping at his hand to clasp it. Using it to pull the young demon against him, he gently kissed him. Duo melted against him, mind spinning. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was almost too much; he'd been ready to hear Heero say he didn't love him at all. Now just the opposite was happening. His lips parted at Heero's insistence, moaning faintly when Heero's tongue plunged inside his mouth. The heated sensation invaded his senses, just that contact making his legs feel weak. Heero's arm went around him, one around his waist and the other his shoulders, tugging him against his strong, broad frame. Duo clung to him, feeling slightly delirious. The cell door banged open. Duo nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling to face the intruder. The King of Hell stood there, huge and impressive in his stance. Anzuei the Destroyer had eyes like molten lava - and he looked absolutely livid. Duo froze. "So," the demon King said in a surprisingly silky voice. "What have we here. You angels are still playing with my son, eh?" "Father," Duo began in placating tones. He'd seen that look on Anzuei's face before. It ususally came moments before terrible violence. "Come over here, Duo," the King of Hell ordered quietly. A tone that left no room for disobedience. Duo obeyed, eyeing his father warily. Anzuei gently squeezed his son's shoulder, pushing Duo behind him. He never took his eyes off Heero as he took one step forward. Heero watched him cautiously, managing to look contrite but not scared. Anzuei moved so quickly Duo blinked and it was over. He backhanded Heero so hard the angel reeled, slamming against the wall and sliding to the floor. "Father!" Duo cried, leaping forward to grab Anzuei's arm when the demon King took another step forward as though he planned to repeat that action. Anzuei looked down at his son, expression immediately softening. "It's all right, Duo," he said in a soothing voice. "You just come with me now." He threw Heero a look that could have crumbled mountains. "I'll deal with you later." Duo sent Heero a frightened look, heart nearly breaking as he saw the bruise already forming, blood trickling down his love's pale face. He didn't want to be separated from him. But he wasn't nearly strong enough to break his father's implacable hold, so he didn't try. He tried to send as much love and reassurance in a glance as he could, and he just hoped Heero understood. o0o 0o0 Heero watched the King of Hell leave with his son. His own father wasn't half that physically imposing. Anzuei the Destroyer certainly seemed like an apropos title for the demon. He honestly didn't care if he came back and beat him half to death. But being forced away from Duo . . . Never in his life - short though it may have been for an immortal angel - had he felt like this. An almost debilitating need to have Duo with him. He wasn't sure if this came from seeing Duo dying in his arms, or finally admitting that he loved him, or the same desire to protect him from before. He hated it almost as much as watching Duo taken from him. For what felt like hours and hours and small eternities he sat on the cot, ignoring the congealing blood on the side of his face. He barely felt it. He barely felt the pain from the wound itself nor the intense headache. Duo. He wanted Duo. He had to have him in his arms. What's wrong with me? The cell door opened. Heero expected it to be the King of Hell, so he was a little surprised to see the Queen. Tovala quietly closed the door behind her, those dark red eyes of hers taking in the wound on Heero's face. Her expression was closed and dark. "I want to know what exactly you think you're doing, kissing my son," she said in a frosty tone. "I love him," Heero said. It fell off his lips so easily. No shame. No embarrassment. Just plain, simple truth in a surprisingly flat tone. She blinked slowly, as though not quite taken aback but rather weighing the words. "You're the Prince of Heaven," she said. "An angel." Heero shrugged. Like I don't know that myself? "But I love him." Tovala looked at him long and hard. "How can you expect me to just believe that?" she demanded at length. "You must understand how it sounds to me. Heaven takes my son and tortures him mercilessly for days without end. Oraia shoots him with an Unsummoning arrow. And now the son of the angel who concocted this plan in the first place tells me he loves my son? A demon? Forgive me for not readily accepting your claim." Looking away from her, Heero let his eyes slide shut. "I don't care," he said, feeling tired beyond belief. "All I care about is Duo." Silence as he refused to open his eyes and look at her. "Hn," she said eventually. "We shall see." Then she was gone and he was alone once more. He'd never minded being alone before. Now it felt oppressive, huge and empty without that brilliant, beautiful one filling it. Duo, hurry back to me soon. He smirked faintly, the irony of this situation not lost on him. Not so long ago, it had been Duo waiting on him. I'll never make you wait again, love. I swear. So hurry back to me soon.
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