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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 "
Plans Go Awry "Wufei's really well respected here, isn't he?" Heero blinked and looked at his demon lover. Duo appeared to be awake, but Heero could tell by his slumped posture he was tired and almost dozing off. It was cute. "Hn." Eyes sliding to half-mast, Duo snorted softly. "Some response. Eloquent as ever, angel of mine." "Hn." Duo chuckled and flopped down onto his stomach, stretching out. With his chin resting in his hands, he gazed out over the lava fountains. Small fire dragons played around in the lazily boiling pools, splashing each other and erupting into chirping laughter that was actually pleasant to hear. Every once in awhile a few would grow brave and venture toward the angel and demon. Duo would make little cooing noises that the dragons seemed to find funny. They would giggle and go racing back to their pools. Feeling peaceful for the first time in a long time, Heero reached over and grabbed Duo's braid, breaking the tie. Fine silk cascaded over his fingers, the strands separating easily. He worked his way up the braid until it was completely unraveled, laying in soft waves all around Duo like a cinnamon-chestnut halo. The red glow from the lava made it gleam. Heero continued running his hands through the silken mass, tugging gently, massaging Duo's scalp when he got to the demon's head. In moments Duo was a limp, purring puddle. Apparently his bliss was a thing of curiosity to the little dragons, for a few came over to study him critically, just out of reach. Duo chuckled low in his throat, which made the dragons burst into giggles and flee once more. Heero smiled faintly. They really were cute. Only about twice the size of a house cat. "You have forever to stop doing that," Duo mumbled, sounding half asleep. The smile strengthened a little. Brushing the beautiful hair to one side, he turned his attention to Duo's neck, shoulders, and back. His strong hands dug into muscles that retained only a little tension. Soon it was gone, too, and Duo looked barely conscious. Unable to help it, somewhat mesmerized by the pretty sight Duo made, Heero leaned down and brushed his lips over Duo's exposed neck. A shiver passed through his lover's lithe frame. Heero did it again, and again until his lips had traversed the entire pale expanse. "Heero . . ." Almost a sigh. "Shh," Heero breathed across one upturned ear. Sliding his hands under the soft tunic Duo wore, he pulled it of without moving his love. Duo chuckled. "Cheat. Use magic, why don't ya?" "You look too comfortable to move," Heero explained, pressing kisses down the length of Duo's spine. His actions were rewarded with another shiver. When he got to the demon's tailbone he licked the smooth skin, and Duo uttered a faint moan. Using the same simple spell, Heero removed the remaining clothing barriers on Duo's body. Duo hissed in a sharp breath when his skin was introduced bare to the heated stone beneath them. Heero didn't give him time to think about it. He continued his downward trek, softly kissing down one perfect globe of flesh, all the way down to a slim ankle before switching to the other leg and going back up. Deciding to continue his massage, he dug his hands into Duo's lower back. He could feel muscles pop and stretch satisfyingly under his hands, and Duo moaned his appreciation. When he made his way back to that smooth, pert rear, he didn't hesitate to continue. He used the flat of his hand to grip the small mounds and push them apart with every downward grind. The closer he got to the center the less Duo breathed, and he pushed his thumbs boldly against the already-clenching opening. Duo made a sound not unlike a whine crossed with a yelp. Smirking, Heero continued like that, hands spreading, thumbs pressing, until Duo was practically panting. He spoke not a word, perhaps fearing sound would convince Heero to stop. Then he let his hands continue their massage down Duo's right leg, then down his left. He lightly kissed the soles of both feet, which made Duo let out a strained-sounding giggle. In the lava pools, several little fire dragons had gathered to watch, never blinking, heads tilted to the side in curiosity. Duo started squirming under Heero's hands. "Hee-ro," he all but croaked, "d-don't do that . . . th-they're watching-" "So?" Heero said, swiping his tongue across one globe. They were getting an eyeful, sure. But it was educational. "You-you're not the naked one!" Duo gasped, getting his hands under him and shoving backward. Almost smacking Heero in the face with his ass, consequently. Heero snorted. "I could easily become so," he retorted, grabbing his skittish lover and planting a fierce kiss on his lips. At first, Duo fought. He even sank his fangs into Heero's lip - a sure sign he was not amused. But Heero continued to tempt him with his tongue until the writhing demon relaxed and began a different kind of battle. He pressed himself against Heero, legs opening to grind himself shamelessly against Heero's abdomen. The feel of his turgid length made Heero bow forward, body responding in kind. Duo's pert ass, nestled right against his groin, shifted downward in a sensual motion. Heero groaned, hearing an answering chuckle. "Serves you right, bastard. If you're going to fuck me like an animal right in front of these little dragons, get naked already." Smirking, taking that as permission to go on, Heero obeyed. In moments they were skin to skin, and Duo's ass against his unclothed erection lit his blood on fire. Have we ever done anything like this? Heero gently pulsed his hips up, watching Duo's face as ecstasy began to play across it. No mad rush toward actual sex, the act of penetration? Just a playful exploration? He didn't think so. Before it had always been about the physical. Now Heero found he didn't care as much about his own pleasure. It was far more incredible to watch Duo lost in his own. To know he was the one making his precious demon come undone. Because lost in the throes of passion, Duo really let himself go. And he was so, so beautiful. Reaching down, he cupped Duo's rear in both hands and lifted until his arousal could slip into the cleft. Duo let out a whimper as Heero rubbed his length against the demon's entrance, and he could feel the little bud clenching erratically. "God . . . Heero . . ." Heero smiled. He was torn between the equally fierce desires to tease Duo until the demon broke down and started begging, or until the demon lost his temper and seized control. Which did he want to see more? The thought of either excited him, and he glanced at their captive audience. What do you guys think? he thought at them. Every single one of them looked at him, giving him the eerie impression they had heard his thought. Their heads canted to the side as though considering, and their wings shifted and rippled. Then they looked at each other, shifting and shuffling as though they couldn't make up their minds. It was rather comical. Snorting softly, Heero leaned forward and kissed Duo again, shoving his tongue into a panting mouth. Duo returned it with enthusiasm, holding on as if for dear life. Heero continued his gentle rocking motion, in no great hurry to finish the act. Duo, apparently, felt the opposite. He broke the kiss and gave Heero a heated glare. "What are you waiting for?" he demanded. "I want you to shove it in me!" He reached between them and gripped Heero firmly. "And I know you feel the same." A wicked little grin, showing gleaming fangs. Given his expression, Heero considered it more likely Duo would lose his temper and take control. It's decided then. I can make him beg at another time. The little dragons nodded their heads as if agreeing. Heero about broke into laughter. Never in his life would he ever have thought he'd be doing something like this, to a demon, in front of fire dragons. As he was considering slowing down even more to push Duo, the demon snapped. Those glorious wings of his burst forth, shadowing some of the red glow from the lava. His eyes darkened to jet black, and he shoved Heero down onto the stone so hard he actually saw stars. Duo moved so fast he barely had time to reorient himself before Duo was straddling him. The demon's claws pricked his skin as Duo guided Heero to his entrance and sat down hard. His hips connected with Heero's thighs with a loud slap of damp flesh, and Heero nearly blacked out from the breath-stealing, heart-stopping, mind-numbing pleasure that bolted from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head. Without preparation Duo's body gripped him tight and hot, an inferno that threatened to shut down all higher brain function. He dimly registered Duo's snarl of pain/pleasure and had enough presence of mind to grab Duo's hips to hold him still for a moment. "You little voyeurs," Duo abruptly said, voice alight with mirth. "Like the show? Taking home a few tricks? Well, how about this skill. Driving an angel wild." He lifted himself off Heero until only the tip of his arousal remained inside him. He hovered there long enough Heero thought he might go mad, then he slammed himself back down. It was Heero's turn to cry out, though the sound caught behind his teeth and sounded more like a strangled growl. Duo set up a ruthless pace, his skin aglow thanks to the light in the room. It caught on his hair, his eyes, his wings, surrounding him with a dark nimbus. "You . . . are . . . so . . . beautiful," Heero gasped out between each breath. Reaching out, he grabbed Duo's shoulders and pulled him forward until he could run his hands into those luxurious wings. The action shocked Duo into complete motionlessness, body thrumming, eyes squeezing shut. "Ohh . . . H-Heero . . . gnhh . . ." As if petting an animal to soothe it, Heero stroked the demon's wings. The feathers were softer than the finest spun silk, smooth and glossy. He knew it must feel incredible, being the most sensitive area of either an angel or a demon. He thrust his hips up hard just as he applied pressure to a downward stroke. Duo's eyes flew open, back arching into the touch, mouth jaw hanging slack. He visibly shook himself and met Heero's eyes. "Heero . . . let me . . ." he whispered. God. Heero sat up so Duo now straddled his lap, and moments later his own wings cascaded down his back. In an instant Duo's fingers delved into the feathers, and coupled with the sensation of physical pleasure where their bodies were joined, Heero nearly came. It stole every ounce of breath from his lungs, blinding him momentarily. When he opened his eyes, Duo was smiling at him. "Beautiful," he murmured. He lifted himself up and slowly lowered back down. The furor vanished. It was replaced by sweet passion, and both of them swept their wings forward until black merged with white, gleaming feathers forming a shield between them and the rest of the world. Now the pace remained slow and sensuous. Eventually their bodies gave into the inevitable, but only they were witness to the tenderness, devotion, and love in each other's eyes. o0o 0o0 "I don't trust Relena." Blinking, Duo turned his head to look at Quatre. The gryphon sat primly on a flat slab of rock, looking extremely prissy as he groomed his feathers with his beak. He wanted to sit up and reach over and ruffle the beast's feathers. The only problem with that was the sitting up. Abandoning himself to passion wasn't a good idea with Heero. The angel was well endowed, and Duo was paying for his lack of foresight. He was sore. "Oh yeah? Why not?" The tone made Quatre give him an affronted look. "Are you telling me you do?" Duo snorted and closed his eyes again. Lying flat on his back out in the sun amidst the cliffs, he drew a deep breath of mountain air and enjoyed the sun beating down on him. "I didn't tell you anything. I asked you a question." Quatre sniffed. "I don't trust her for the same reasons you don't." "Hmph. Know-it-all gryphon," Duo muttered. "I thought your wayward lover would be joining us by now." "Oh, I'm sure he's on his way," Quatre said. "He's just, you know, an elf. Like I can keep track of him." "Like you even try," Duo retorted. He yelped when he received a sharp nip. "As opposed to you," Quatre went on. "Heero keeps very good track of you, doesn't he?" "Shut up." That hissing laughter. "By the way, I'm amused by the reversal of your roles. I could not have imagined a subservient Heero. He does just about everything you tell him to." Except in matters of sex. A shiver ran up Duo's body before he could stop it. "I was shot with an Unsummoning arrow," he said after a time. "I guess seeing me almost die unnerved him." He received another nip. "Now making light of his feelings. What has gotten into you two?" Duo levered open one eyelid to glare at the gryphon. "I'm a demon. What else did you expect me to do? I'm only vulnerable and broken for him. Sorry, Cat." The gryphon snorted. "Lucky him. I would not want to deal with a basket-case Duo, no matter how much you amuse me." "Gee, your affection overwhelms me." Quatre nudged him with the flat of his beak. "As well it should. Trowa highly covets it." "Yeah well, I ain't fucking you on a non-regular basis." "And what makes you think it is him fucking me?" Quatre demanded. "Please, you whiny beast. I can't see Trowa offering it up for anyone." Gleaming aqua eyes met indigo, and after a moment the pair burst into laughter. It was some time before they calmed down, and Quatre daintily dabbed at his eyes. "Oh, what an image. Your astuteness does you credit, though. Despite his quiet demeanor, Trowa is a very . . . adamant lover. And demanding. And forceful. And aggressive." "What an animal," Duo said. "And you love him because . . . ?" Quatre tossed his head. "Must be those elvish good looks." That set them off all over again. o0o 0o0 "They seem to be having a good time." Blinking, Heero glanced at his enormous companion. The black Imperial dragon looked especially impressive in sunlight, the rays glinting off his scales like fine metal. The pair sat several hundred feet above the demon and gryphon, watching them laugh and enjoy themselves. He smiled. "Mm." Wufei stirred. "There is another I have asked to come join us," he said presently. "He is a siren." That managed to startle Heero. "A siren? How will he get here?" He couldn't imagine a water-dwelling siren thriving in the craggy cliffs of these mountains. "He is being escorted by a human companion, actually," Wufei said. "I respect them both-they are men of sound minds. That aside, they are both clamoring like idiots to meet a demon and an angel. I haven't told them your true identities-I reserve that right for you two if you deem it necessary. But neither are fans of this war brewing among Heaven and Hell." Heero just nodded. If Wufei trusted them, that was fine. He trusted the dragon's judgement. After a moment, he stirred. "Can fire dragons speak?" "No. And unlike other dragons, they cannot project their thoughts to communicate, either." "Ah. Can they . . . understand?" "Of course. They can also hear thoughts." So they had been listening. Heero wasn't sure whether to be amused, annoyed, or embarrassed. He opted for amused and brushed it off. "Do you know when they will be here?" "Probably around the same time as Trowa, and I'll be glad of his arrival. Quatre is something of a nightmare without his calming presence." Hearing that made Heero send a slightly alarmed look
down at the gryphon and demon pair. What sort of mischief could they
get into? Hopefully it would not cross their minds.
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