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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 "
The beautiful demon went rigid, eyes wide. Then his wings folded and he fell. Heero's wings furiously beat the air for speed as he raced to catch the demon before he hit the ground. Duo's skin was freezing, and his lips were blue as Heero landed. He gently lay Duo on the ground, cradling the demon's head to his breast. "Duo?" he whispered, noticing how badly his hands shook. Indigo eyes fluttered open, and Duo offered a weak, strangled cough. Blood trickled down his chin, the brilliant red a disturbing contrast to the icy blue of his lips. "H-Heero . . ." he gasped. "Ungh . . . hu-hurts . . ." Hot wetness spilled down Heero's face. To his astonishment, he was crying. He touched the shaft of the arrow, hissing out a gasp at its infernal cold. "Duo," he barely managed, watching with growing horror as the young demon struggled to breathe. "Sh-shit, Heero," Duo mumbled, "why're ya c-cryin'?" He raised one trembling hand to brush one of Heero's cheeks, leaving a red smear behind. "Don't talk, Duo," Heero said in a voice far less firm than he would have liked. "Just stay still." Duo's normally bright eyes looked so dull. They slid shut. "I-I think . . . I'm d-dyin', H'ro . . ." Heero floundered out of his disturbed sleep with a choked cry, heart racing. His senses returned a split second later, and he rubbed a hand over his sweat-damp face. How long until he could sleep without seeing that play over and over in his dreams? Many times, Duo died in his arms before he could get to Hell. Duo was alive. Well. He'd seen him just a few days ago. Just a few days, three at most. It wouldn't be long before his love came back to him. Closing his eyes, he laid back against the cot and tried to relax again. It wasn't easy. More than anything, he wanted to be with Duo. But obviously, they couldn't stay in Hell. Duo's parents would keep them apart, their prejudices always getting in the way. But they couldn't stay in Heaven either, for the same reasons. And on Candora they would always be too vulnerable, neither able to bring their power with them. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. Damn it. Why hadn't God returned? This whole plane of existence was slowly imploding. Heaven and Hell, playing tug-of-war with Candora. An angel falling in love with a demon and unable to be with him. The thought of being separated from Duo hurt. Easier to ask him to cut off his own right arm than leave Duo. Shit. There was a thump and rustle outside his door. Startled, he sat up. Moments later the heavy door swung open and three demons stepped in. They all looked about twice Heero's age, maybe a little bit younger than that. One of them looked vaguely similar to Duo, though he was not near as pretty. A cousin, perhaps? All three wore dark, malicious smiles. "Well hello there, angel Prince," said the auburn-haired one probably Duo's cousin. The dark locks hung ruler straight in his face, shoulder-length. His eyes were dark, dark blue almost black. "Nice to meetcha. I'm Davrian, Duo's cousin. Father's side." Heero held his peace, made a little uneasy by the strange smirks on their faces. "Duo probably never mentioned me," the demon named Davrian said. "Not all that long ago, my friends and I convinced Duo to . . . play with us." The other two snorted. "What he means," said one of them, "is we held him still while we stripped his clothes off and then held him down while we took shameless advantage of him." "Molested and ravaged him," the third said, eyes gleaming cruelly. "We found out you're the only other person who's seen him naked." "And you did far more than molest my pretty cousin," Davrian said, mouth twisting in an ugly sneer. "You actually fucked his tight little ass." Wondering how they knew that, Heero tensed minutely. Ready for action if they attacked. Though how he would defend himself against three demons in Hell . . . "Goddamn angels," one of the other two growled. "We had his first time planned out, yanno. It was gonna be romantic. All candles and chocolate and scented oil . . ." "And us," Davrian snarled, "not a fucking angel. You always think you can do whatever the fuck you want. She told me what you angels did to him. Tovala did. She told me you broke both his wings." A dark, awful smile crossed his lips. "Turnabout's fair play, don't ya think?" o0o 0o0 Tovala started when the door to her private study banged open. Her son stormed in, slamming the door behind him with enough force the walls shook a bit. He stalked across the floor to the couch where she sat and flung himself down onto it, dropping his head into her lap with a face like thunderclouds. Amused, she closed her book and laid a hand on his forehead, stroking lightly. "What's wrong?" "Father is such an ass," he growled. "How can anyone be so fucking obtuse?" Smiling at the words, Tovala brushed his hair back. "What makes you say that?" Talking always made Duo feel better. "He thinks it's some angel trickery," Duo huffed. "He says he believes my feelings for Heero are as real as they can be, but he thinks Heero is just toying with me." "Your father and I are not in the habit of trusting angels," Tovala reminded him gently, running her fingers lightly over his closed eyelids. "It has been tens of thousands of years since they last did anything we could trust. And they tricked us into lowering our guard to take you. I'm afraid history's against the young Prince." Duo made a rude sound. "If I can put history aside, so can he. I love Heero, and that's not going to change." "I know, sweetheart," she said slowly, "but how can you be certain he loves you, as he claims?" For a long while Duo said nothing, merely laying quietly against her. Then he sat up, his dark eyes meeting hers. "In Heaven, not long after Oraia started torturing me to save me, Heero found me. I thought right away he was the strangest angel I'd ever met. He asked about demons. He listened to my story. And . . . he was kind. He brought me water. And when he came back after Oraia broke my wings . . ." She saw the shudder run up his spine. "He defended me, Mother. He attacked Oraia, got angry for me, and took me from Heaven. On Candora he stayed with me until my wings were healed. He took care of me." Tovala listened. It was difficult to imagine, an angel being so thoughtful toward a demon. But her son wasn't finished. "I was attracted to him, practically from the beginning," Duo went on. "You've seen him. He's fucking gorgeous. But for some reason, I fell in love with him. We went through so much together, Mom. And then, when Oraia found me on Candora, and after she shot me with that Unsummoning arrow . . . you didn't see the look on Heero's face. He looked at me like, if I died, so would he. And then down in the cell, he finally admitted he loved me and I could see it in his face, Mother. He meant it." It was Tovala's turn to hold her silence. She watched all the emotions play over Duo's face as he spoke. Whether Heero truly loved her son or not, Duo truly believed he did. That was almost good enough. Duo wasn't a fool. But the mother in her could not stand idly by and wait. She had to know herself if Heero loved Duo before ever giving her blessing to such a union. An angel and a demon. Trust her son to be the one to break past all stigma and fall for an angel. And not just any angel. The Prince of Heaven. Ruefully shaking her head, she sighed. "I'll talk to your father. Why don't you bring Heero up here so the four of us can talk?" He brightened immediately. "Sure! When? Right now?" She shrugged. "Might as well. I'll go find your father." She wasn't concerned about the young angel doing anything dangerous. Heero was hardly any threat here. "Maybe you can get one of the chefs to bring something decent to eat." No one had a sweeter smile than her son. Painfully, heart-meltingly sweet. He flashed it at her, impulsively throwing his arms around her and squeezing. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best!" And he was up, bounding out of the room, good humor and spirits restored. Smiling, Tovala shook her head and rose to keep her side of the bargain. o0o 0o0 Grinning from ear to ear, Duo all but skipped down the halls of the palace. Trust his mother to make things all better. She'd been doing that all his life. He loved his old man, but sometimes Anzuei was an ass. He couldnt help it, so Duo didn't begrudge him. It just annoyed him, especially when it came to important things like this. Anzuei had never, ever been able to stand against Tovala, though, so it would all work out. He sighed a happy sigh, so glad to be getting Heero out of the dungeons he was practically singing inside. He stopped in front of the door and knocked a few times just to alert Heero to his presence before pushing it open. The cheery grin froze on his face, washed out by horror at the sight that greeted him. Heero sat on the floor by the cot, arms resting on it,
face buried in his arms. Not exactly alarming by itself. But his wings,
his long, gloriously shining white wings were trailing down his back,
stained wet crimson. The smell of blood and vomit hung heavy and thick
in the air, enough that Duo nearly gagged. He could see the single,
large bone at the top of both wings was broken clean in half.
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