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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 "
When the fear and concern for Heero subsided, something else took its place. Though time had changed it from mindless, white-hot fury to cold, calculating fury, it still pulsed through Duo with intent and the need to do something. He spent several hours watching Heero sleep, trying to decide what, exactly, he should do. Davrian was his cousin, and he'd been a good friend. He was pushy and arrogant (and it had always been obvious he had a thing for Duo), but he was loyal and fun. In the space of an eyeblink Duo had gone from affection to hate. He did a little soul-searching (phrasing that made him smirk), trying to see if he could forgive Davrian and settle for chewing him out. All it took was remembering his near-panic at seeing Heero hurt, and the pained sounds his lover made as his mother reset the broken bone. No, he couldn't forgive Davrian and no, he wouldn't be satisfied with talking. He wanted to make Davrian suffer. And after a little consideration, he figured out just how to do it. o0o 0o0 Annoyed didn't begin to describe Davrian's current mood. He couldn't believe the King of Hell had placed him under house arrest. The powerful demon had given him an odd look and told him he was not allowed to leave, under any circumstances. And why was he being punished for paying back an angel? Lounging on his bed, he idly stared at the ceiling. For an angel, the Prince was hot. Turn those wings black and change the heavenly being to a heretic and Davrian would have whole-heartedly pursued him in an instant. But no, that bastard had touched his Duo. He growled in the back of his throat. Maybe he should have just finished with the angel and not worried about the consequences. A whisper of movement outside was his only forewarning before the door quietly opened. Duo slipped inside and shut it behind him, leaning against it. With his head down like that, his cinnamon bangs obscured his pale face from view. Even so, Davrian still felt his temperature rise in appreciation of that lithe, beautiful figure. No one was as perfect as the Prince of Hell. Slowly, slowly, Duo raised his head. For a moment, Davrian's heart stuttered to a halt. Fire burned in the pits of Duo's eyes, a seething heat that easily consumed reason and rational thought. Duo didn't merely look angry. The fury shadowed his face, twisting the familiar beauty into something dark and awful, a promise of retribution, suffering, and pain. And promising to enjoy every second of it. "Davrian," Duo whispered. It sent shivers down the older demon's spine. And this time they had nothing to do with arousal. "You touched my guardian angel." One step forward. Just one. "You hurt him." Another step. "You broke his wings." One more. Davrian did not realize he'd been backing away until his shoulders hit the wall with a soft thump. Where was that mischievous, gleeful, wicked little demon he'd known? What was this awful, frightening, evil one in his place? "I'm going to destroy you." Such a soft voice. Little more than a whisper. It carried through the distance easily. Had Duo always been that tall? An inky aura swirled around the Prince, his gleaming wings cascading down his back-wait, when had he extended them? They spread and rose into an aggressive stance-a demon ready to attack. It made Duo look impossibly bigger, a being stepped right out of a terrible nightmare. Duo spread his hands. In moments a bow materialized between them, swathed in shadow. Nearly formless. Duo's fingers curled around it, and in his other hand appeared a golden arrow with a blood-crimson tip. A cruel, awful smile twisted Duo's lips into a heartless sneer. An Unsummoning arrow. He drew the bow taut. Davrian found he couldn't move, frozen in horror. The golden arrow nocked to the string, Duo's stance graceful in its deadly intent. No hesitation in his poise, in his eyes, or in his movements. He bared his fangs and let out something like a hiss crossed with a laugh. "Pathetic. You look like you're about to cry. Where's your bravado now, cousin? You disgust me." That smile contorted into a scornful smirk. "I could never want you. You'll never be anything compared to Heero. Take that with you to the Abyss. Die." He released the arrow. It was eerily silent. The bowstring didn't twang like it should have. It cut through the chilling shadow with glimmering purpose, winking like an evil eye as it caught the light on its flight. Davrian didn't have enough time to fling himself out of its way before the tip pierced his flesh. Momentum carried the shaft deep into his body, breaking through on the opposite side to bury the tip in the wall and pinning him. Duo let out a low laugh. "Like a bug." He spun on his heel, wings lowering and disappearing. He didn't so much as glance over his shoulder as he stalked from the room. Davrian wanted to scream from the blinding pain, but his throat locked up and nothing came out but a weak whine. o0o 0o0 Duo didn't slam the door shut, but he closed it with finality. He blinked when he saw his mother, only a few feet away. She had a strange look on her face, a mix of understanding, curiosity, worry, concern, and even a touch of amusement. A very small touch. He paused in front of her. "Was that really an Unsummoning arrow?" she asked. Duo allowed a small, evil smile. "No. It's only a cursed arrow. He'll be in a shit-ton of pain, but he won't die." Tovala the Cruel let out a snort. Such vindictive glee. "You are truly my son, you wicked boy. Come, your guardian angel is awake and asking for you. It's only been two days, but he's remarkably resilient. I suspect he will be well on his way to fully healed within a few weeks." Falling into step beside her, Duo quelled some unkind thoughts. That wasn't fair, now, was it? It had taken him well over two months on Candora to heal. He felt a twinge somewhere deep in sympathy for the memory of pain. Davrian hadn't suffered enough yet. Grinning faintly, Duo shook his head. He wasn't done with his cousin. Not quite. To his surprise, Heero was sitting up. His mother had left him a few doors down, and he gratefully walked in alone. Those amazing cobalt eyes found him at once, and a faint smile settled on Heero's lips. "Hi." Some greeting. Crossing the room, Duo leaned down and planted a warm kiss on Heero's lips. "Hi yourself, angel. How are you feeling? You look so much better it's almost sick." Heero gave him a blank look. Duo made a huffy sound. "Two days for me might as well have been two minutes," Duo pointed out with a little frown. Not looking apologetic in the least, Heero shrugged-obviously not a good idea because he winced. "We were on Candora." Duo tried not to fuss at the display of pain, minor irritation forgotten. "Don't move like that, silly." He smoothed his palms down the lower part of the white wings, touch light and ginger so as not to cause more pain. Heero all but purred under the attention. "It's all right. Your mother gave me something for the pain. They're almost completely numb." For a time Duo merely looked at Heero, studying that beautiful face. Then he climbed onto the bed beside him, rising on his knees. Carefully threading his fingers through Heero's hair, he pulled the angel to rest against his chest, cheek pressed to the top of his head. "Heero, I've been thinking about a lot of things since coming back to Hell," he began softly. "I'm going to be the King of Hell someday, and you will be the King of Heaven. I . . . I want to end the war. For good. No more uneasy truces. Peace." Heero pushed him back to peer into his eyes. "So do I. But . . ." Duo nodded. "I know. How? I don't know, exactly, but I want to start considering options with you. And some of the people of Candora." "People . . . ?" Grinning, Duo kissed Heero between the eyes. "A few, to be more specific. A dragon, a gryphon, and an elf to be precise." "Ah," Heero said, returning the smile. "Yes, I agree. Those three could undoubtedly provide us with invaluable assistance." o0o 0o0 Heero watched the words bring a bright, mischievous gleam to Duo's eyes. "I love it when you agree with me, guardian angel. Now let's agree that you're mine and you will obey everything I say from now on, too." For a moment, that riled up the dominant angel in Heero. He was the Prince of Heaven, for God's sake! He answered to no one. But as soon as it flared it died back down into little more than embers. He had almost lost Duo once. Fortunately for him, Duo was too stubborn to let him go. He would never, ever let that happen. Probably listening to Duo was the better thing to do, because it seemed the demon had better sense all around. So he gave his partner and lover a small smile. "All right." That was obviously not what Duo had been expecting, because he looked shocked. He recovered in an instant, a dark little grin crossing his face. "That was easy. I thought I would have to resort to coercion." His hands ran up Heero's chest. "Just remember that in the future, guardian angel of mine. You are mine." Burying his hand in the gloriously thick and shining fall of Duo's hair, Heero pulled him down to kiss him. "I won't forget," he murmured against those soft lips. "And I will obey." A wicked little chuckle. "I like this side of you, Hee-ro. If you weren't injured, I'd order you to strip and fuck me." Heat burned through Heero's body at the dirty words. "If it were in the realm of possibility, I'd obey in a heartbeat," he whispered. Indigo-violet locked with cobalt, electricity crackling between them. Heero watched in utter fascination as Duo's eyes darkened to nearly black. A pink tongue darted out to moisten full lips, and Heero saw a flash of needle-sharp fang. "Don't. Tempt. Me," Duo rasped, hands tightening in Heero's hair until the tug was almost painful. It was several moments until the pair brought themselves back under control. Heero decided to help them both by changing the subject. "Are you going to talk to your parents about us going to Candora?" Duo lowered himself into a sitting position, holding one of Heero's hands between both of his. "No. I'll leave them something so they know we left, but I don't want anyone interfering for now. My father is the king of interfering. They'll keep Heaven out of our way too - after all, there's no reason for your parents to think mine let you go." His eyes sparked with dark humor. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), Heero agreed with him. "Ironic that it would be angels so closed-minded and hypocritical," he mused. Duo pecked him on the lips. "Welcome to Hell."
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