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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 "
Haven in the Dark It took three weeks for Heero's wings to heal. Three weeks when it had taken Duo closer to three months. He grumbled good-naturedly to his lover, but secretly he was glad. It was unsettling to see Heero vulnerable. Duo's mother was surprisingly good about the whole thing. She brought them meals and redressed Heero's wounds every few days. And when the large splint came off both wings, Duo's father shocked the hell out of him (a pun only a demon could make) by coming and gently exercising the stiff muscles. Heero later told him Anzuei's hands were careful and the attention felt good. Pressure in all the right places. As such, Duo didn't feel guilty about his decison to leave Hell without telling anyone. He suspected his parents would understand, and even if Anzuei didn't, Tovala would. And she would fill her husband in when she figured it out. "You won't be able to fly much right away," Duo said, running his fingers through shining white feathers, "but we're going right back to the dragons. Plus, there's really no way any angels will be on Candora right now." Heero said nothing, eyes closed and looking like he was thoroughly enjoying the attention. He'd been quiet and compliant these last several days. As nice as that was, Duo hoped when they returned to the mortal world Heero would regain that take-charge attitude and start brainstorming with Wufei and Quatre and Trowa right away. Frankly, Duo had no idea what to do. He wasn't all that worried, because he got the feeling Heero was merely biding his time. After all, an angel really had no place in Hell. o0o 0o0 They reentered Candora via the doorway through which Heero had entered Hell. Duo looked around, feeling a strange rush of emotion. Not that far from here, he had nearly died. Thinking about Oraia no longer sent a thrill of terror stinging down his spine. He felt two things. First and predominantly, seething, roiling anger. Like magma boiling down below the surface, waiting for the right moment to erupt. Second, a strange sense of sadness. It was much deeper buried than the anger, but it was there. What exactly he was sad about, he didn't really know. Perhaps her blindness? Devotion to a set of beliefs that was wrong? Or the fact that an angel, supposedly a loving god's champion, could be so cold-hearted and evil? "What are you thinking about?" Duo shivered when fingers threaded through his hair. "Oh, this and that," he murmured. Reluctantly pulling from the angel's hold, he absently walked toward where he'd fallen from the Unsummoning arrow. That was a strange name for them, since that wasn't accurate. Unraveling arrow would have been more apropos, because they returned a demon or angel's soul to the formless energy of which all life was made. Eventually that energy would reform into a new life, but it would be a very long time. Even after all this time, the area still rippled with the energy of the battle that had taken place. The fight itself, the arrow, and Heero's barrier. And an area of ground stained with blood. His blood. Seeing physical evidence of the violence done to him was . . . unsettling. To say the least. He shuddered. Heero must have seen it, for a moment later arms were around him. "I'll protect you from now on," the Prince whispered in his ear. Appreciating both the words and the comfort, Duo smiled and twisted to look into blue, blue eyes. "What makes you say that?" "I'm your guardian angel, aren't I? I've saved you twice. As long as you remain in the habit of getting into trouble, I'll remain in the habit of saving you." Meant to tease, but Duo didn't rise to the bait. Instead he pecked Heero on the lips and smiled brightly. "Good, because it's a pain having to watch my own ass. I mean, the strain on my neck . . ." "Duo," Heero groaned, wincing at the language. Grinning like a fiend, Duo broke away from him and extended his wings. Sunlight glinted off the shining feathers, glossy black. "I'm kidding. Ready to go? It's not that long a flight." Nodding, Heero's own wings burst forth. A few white feathers drifted to the ground, but only a few. The sun on pure white made them look dazzling. Duo thought he would never get tired of Heero's wings. So beautiful. Duo reached out and tangled their fingers together and gave Heero a nod before springing into the air. Slightly below him - it wasn't exactly practical to fly side-by-side - Heero flew strongly, powerful wings pumping with seemingly no effort. It made Duo feel another twinge of annoyance. It didn't seem fair that Heero had recovered so much quicker and better than him. Of course, to be fair he'd had to recover entirely on Candora. Heero must have sensed his gaze because he looked up. And perhaps he could sense the train of Duo's thought, too, because he smirked. Duo scowled at him. The flight was swift and uneventful. Landing on the ledge into the high caves, Duo let his wings disappear and waited for Heero to settle beside him. Their hands came back together almost as if drawn by a magnetic force. This time Heero took the lead back into the cave. The first dragon to find them was the gold Duo had met only once - Relena. Seeing her still brought the same emotions as before. Something about her just put him off. He wasn't sure what it was, but she had an air about her that put him on edge. Her jaws opened in what he supposed was a smile. "Well, fancy seeing you two here. I had thought you returned to Hell, demon." The tone was polite, but scorn hovered just beneath the surface. "We did, for awhile," Heero said, his tone not even pretending at politeness. "We need to see Wufei." It was cool and indifferent and a hint standoffish. Well, that wasn't exactly something new. It made Duo struggle to hide a grin. She sniffed. "I'll go find him." She made a graceful turn and strode into the bowels of the caves. While they waited, Heero turned and abruptly pulled Duo against his chest, holding him firmly in place. A little surprised but pleased nonetheless, Duo breathed deeply of his familiar scent. "What?" "Mm, just thinking it will be nice to be alone with you tonight," his angel lover said. "Now that I'm recovered . . ." He let that sentence hang, but Duo didn't need a map to find his way to Heero's intent. Heat immediately flashed through him. Apparently Heero still had that kind of power over him. Then again, he probably always would. He didn't think he would ever get used to Heero's aggressive passion or tender gentleness. The angel was such a perfect paradox. He really, truly loved him. "Remember my command? In my bedroom?" he murmured huskily. "Of course," was breathed hotly against his ear. Duo shivered again. "Consider it issued again," Duo whispered, leaning up to bring their mouths together. It was the first time they'd kissed in . . . well, since Duo couldn't even remember how long. Far too long. He threw himself into it wholeheartedly, eager for the taste, touch, and feel of Heero. Strong hands came to rest on his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Duo's temperature rose fast and high, spreading his legs so Heero could slide a knee between his thighs. When the angel ground up he cried out softly, but it was lost in Heero's mouth. Part of him felt flustered, amazed, and lost. There was a time not all that long ago when he was ready to give up on Heero. And look at him now! Once more holding on for dear life as Heero took what he wanted from him. Only this time, there was real emotion behind it besides physical lust and attraction. He couldn't help it and moaned almost continuously as Heero continued to ravage his mouth, bringing him perilously close to release with his insistent knee. A deep, low sound like a growl crossed with clearing of a throat had Duo wrenching away and whirling in surprise. Looking amused and apologetic, Wufei stood at the other end of the cavern. Which put him about ten feet away because the enormous dragon filled up most of the space. "I didn't mean to interrupt," he drawled, "but I was told by an uptight dragon that you had returned." The words made Duo snort, and the distraction helped cool him down a bit. He didn't think he would be completely calm until Heero made love to him (Duo wasn't sure what it would take to get Heero to just fuck him - rough and raw and hard), but he could function until tonight. Heero planted a kiss on top of his head and smiled at Wufei. "We've been in Hell for the last several weeks." "Both of you?" Wufei said, looking momentarily taken aback. Duo nodded. "I was injured, and Heero took me back. After a . . . misunderstanding, Heero was hurt, too. After he recovered, we decided to come back and discuss the situation." "Hm. And what situation would that be, little demon?" For a moment Duo fixated on that. He glared his disapproval at the dragon. Just because you're a massive behemoth . . . "The brewing war between Heaven and Hell that will inevitably spill into Candora," he said calmly. Not in a tone made to make Wufei feel stupid because it should have been obvious. Definitely not. Wufei chuckled, an exceedingly huge sound. "I'm pleased and flattered you chose to seek my council. Won't you follow me to more comfortable caverns?" "We were hoping to include Trowa and Quatre, as well," Heero said as they followed the Imperial dragon. "Ah, the stoic elf has long left," Wufei said. "His little gryphon lover told us he has a pervasive case of wanderlust. As for the little gryphon himself, he will be around the mountains somewhere, probably wherever he can make the most mischief and create the biggest stir." Duo bit back a giggle. That did sound like Quatre, though he was quite fond of the gryphon. Then he frowned. "Why do you call everyone little?" he demanded. "Just because you're spacially challenged . . ." Wufei looked at him, and his eyes were a rich gold. "Because to me, you are very little. After all, you are the size of a dragonet, and even in fact a little smaller." Duo huffed. "But just as cute, right?" More laughter. The sound filled the cavern. "Every bit," the dragon agreed. As the three of them were settling down, another dragon came in to join them. Duo recognized her at once and broke into a wide grin. The dark female returned it. "I'm so glad you're back, Duo, because I didn't get to know you near well enough!" "This time, I promise to stay longer, Hilde," Duo said, eyes sparkling. "You better! What did you need, Wufei?" "I need you to go out and find that gold gryphon, Quatre," Wufei replied. "Bring him here. Tell him our favorite angel-demon pair has returned. That ought to bring him like his tufted behind was on fire." Heero snorted. Duo had to agree - the image was a comical one. Hilde giggled as she left. "So," Wufei said, coiling his great body into a slightly-less-great pile. "Tell me your ideas for stopping this war." Angel and demon exchanged glances. "Well," Duo began, "we were hoping you would have some. We're . . . not as familiar with Candora as you." Wufei made a rude sound. "What you mean is, you're not as old as me. Well, that's true enough. You two are probably only a handful of centuries between you?" Both nodded. "I have been around a few millennia. I'm sure between the four of us, we can come up with something. Are you in a particular hurry?" Now they exchanged slightly mischievous looks. "Ah, not really. Angels can't enter Candora at the moment because they believe Heero is prisoner in Hell." "I see. Well, it sounds like we can take our time and come up with a good one, then." Said with a dark edge of humor. Quatre followed Hilde into the cavern some time later. Those fierce, hunter's eyes of his were gleaming and bright. His claws clicked on stone as he moved to Duo's side. That wickedly hooked beak of his nudged Duo in the center of the chest. "I'm glad you're back." Smiling, Duo wrapped his arms around Quatre's neck and hugged him. "Me, too. Where's Trowa?" Quatre shrugged and settled himself down by Duo. "I don't know." On Duo's other side, Heero stirred. "Isn't it hard on you two to be away from each other?" "Oh, not really. When we get too lonely we find each other. But he's a wanderer, and I am too. It works better this way." By the look on Heero's face he agreed with Duo - he would never want that. Apparently Quatre really didn't mind. He radiated no sadness at all. He clicked his beak. "So, why are you two here again? Not that I mind. Interesting things are sure to follow an angel and a demon." "We came back to discuss ways to end the war between Heaven and Hell," Duo said. "Since the solution can't be found in either place, we came here." Quatre nodded, giving the demon a contemplative look. "And I suppose you two have found peace?" Duo grinned. "We have. Heero agreed that he belongs to me and will obey my every command." Quatre burst into hissing laughter. Heero merely gave
Duo a look that spoke eloquently of the punishment awaiting him tonight
when they were alone. Duo shivered. Can't wait
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