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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 "
If I Hurt You "How could Oraia turn against one such as you?" the human whispered, and he definitely leaned down. "You are so beautiful, Heero. Everything about you is poetic grace, and your eyes are so kind and wise. So beautiful . . ." Heero, who had rather been expecting it, was not surprised when Treize leaned down to kiss him. "I doubt I'm as pure as you think . . ." Instead of ducking out of Treize's not-quite-embrace, Heero simply turned his head so warm lips brushed his cheek. When the human drew back to gaze at him inquisitively, he smiled faintly-a little wistfully. If he had never met Duo, could he have fallen for Treize? Perhaps. There was much about the General that made him easy to care for. And Heero did care. But not the way you want. "Don't put me on a pedestal," he said softly. "The only difference between us is I won't die of old age." The words caused Treize to snort laughter. "Add modesty to the list of things that make you perfect," he said, eyes sparkling with good humor. Closing his eyes for a split second, wondering what Duo would think of that comment, Heero placed his hand flat on Treize's chest and pushed him backward. Not a forceful shove, but firmly enough to let him know he was not welcome this close. "I am not perfect." Before he could fully lower his hand, Treize caught it and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "Will you not let me love you? Is it because I am mortal?" "No," Heero replied, sliding his hand free. "I can't love you in return, Treize. And I saw the way you held Wufei when he fell. I would have thought you were in love with him." The man barked a short laugh. "Wufei, ah. I will admit, I have harbored deep feelings for him since I met him. He is incredibly strong, brave, and wise. But he is also stubborn and rash. I believe he sees me as nothing more than a human, one whose lifespan is so short it registers as little more than an eyeblink." Heero snorted softly. "So you choose an angel next? Treize, I will live far longer than even Wufei. You will be born again and again, and when you die you will take with you none of your memories." "So it is because I am human." For some reason, his closeness made Heero ache to see Duo. "I will reiterate," he said quietly. "I am not as pure as you think." Giving the human a significant look, he stepped around him and made his way out of the cavern. Only a few steps later he was almost run over by Duo. The demon let out a funny little 'eep!' and jumped backward, which made Heero grin. Duo recovered a split second later, and he broke into a bright grin. "Hey, I was looking for you. Why are you clear over here? I'd have thought you'd be over by the lava fountains." Heero didn't quite look over his shoulder, but it didn't quite matter. He heard Treize move up behind him right then, and Duo's eyes went dark and cold. Heero managed to suppress his shiver. Don't do anything rash, love . . . "Treize," Duo said in a peculiarly flat tone. "Hope I'm not interrupting. Mind if I borrow Heero?" Without even waiting for the human to so much as open his mouth, he grabbed Heero's wrist and turned away, pulling him along. Heero winced when he felt the prick of claws. Why was Duo angry? And at whom was he angry? He suspected he would find out. He led Heero along past the fountains, clear to Ne'sa Sair'aiyn, the ancient and deserted dragon city. Heero was a little surprised, but he was also glad. Apparently his lover wanted to be alone with him-he wanted that, too. Duo didn't stop until they were sheltered in the city's arches and shadows. Then he whirled to face Heero. "What was that?" For a moment, Heero's mind scrambled to discern what Duo meant. The demon wasn't stupid, so he would be able to read into him being along with Treize. But what, exactly, would he read into it? He shrugged one shoulder. "Treize wanted to talk to me." "About what?" "Well, religion," Heero replied. Then, seeing the storm gathering in Duo's eyes quickly amended, "At first. He's developed . . . an attraction to me." "An attraction." Spoken very flatly. Reaching out, Heero ran the fingers of one hand through Duo's hair. The demon didn't pull out of reach, but he didn't melt into the touch like he usually did. "An attraction," he repeated. "I gently told him it could never happen." Now Duo did pull away, backing up a few paces and turning around. "You didn't see the look on his face when he came up behind you. It wasn't the expression of someone who has been turned down. It was the look of someone who was given hope there might be something in the future." "I can't control how he interprets my meaning," Heero said, suppressing a sigh. "We decided together not to tell him and Zechs about us. I couldn't exactly tell him my reasons for turning him down." "All you had to do was tell him your heart is already taken," Duo snapped, throwing a glare over his shoulder. "You didn't have to say who. Unless you think it would throw the human off the track to fuck around with him. Then he'd have no reason to suspect you're already fucking a demon-" Striding forward two steps, Heero grabbed his arms and spun him around, shaking him once for good measure. "Stop it," he growled. "I have no intention of 'fucking around' with anyone, and that includes you. I love you, so for once stop making light of every single emotion you encounter. Unless you're trying to drive me away?" "Like hell I am, you bastard, I'm the one who seduced you, remember? Fucking self-righteous angel-" Heero squeezed until his knuckles turned white and Duo actually yelped, and this time he shook the young demon much harder. "Stop. Why are you doubting me? Are you influenced that heavily by divine stigma? Or do you still believe you're not good enough for me?" At those words, Duo's eyes went wide and he stared at Heero as though physically struck. Heero had never seen him look so vulnerable, or so scared. "How . . . why would . . . I never-" "You didn't have to," Heero cut him off, "and I finally figured it out. It never occurred to me you might be just as worried about loving an angel as I was loving a demon." To his surprise, those amazing eyes filled with tears. They didn't fall-quite. "That's stupid," he mumbled. "Fucking idiotic." Realizing he was still squeezing Duo's arms with too much force, he loosened his grip. "It's why in the beginning you kept trying to convince me you were evil," he murmured, drawing Duo a little closer. "You wanted that difference between us because you actually believe I'm too good for you. Isn't that right, Duo?" A single tear broke past the demon's defenses and streaked down a pale cheek. "Stupid, stupid angel . . ." Heero's lips quirked into a mischievous smile. "I'm not as pure as you think I am." Leaning down, he sealed their mouths together. Duo responded immediately, mouth opening. He could hear the demon start to cry in earnest, and he deepend the kiss. There were times when words could not accurately convey meaning and emotion. This was one of those times. So Heero poured all of his love, devotion, desire, and tenderness into his kiss, wishing for nothing more than to drown his lover in it. Until he was smothered by it, until he could deny it no longer, until he was finally and absolutely certain that Heero loved him and would never leave him. Nothing at all could pry Heero from his side, now. He could hear Duo whimpering and moaning as he lowered them to the ground. Tear after crystalline tear rolled down Duo's face as Heero undressed them both, the demon unresistant and compliant. Gazing down at that gamine face, he stroked Duo to rigidity, urging the demon to open his legs. He pressed two fingers into Duo's mouth and the demon laved them with his tongue, eyes never leaving Heero's. Heero prepared him in no great hurry, teasing and coaxing that burning tightness to relax around his fingers. When Duo started riding his fingers, moaning ceaselessly, he withdrew them. Leaning down he stole another slow, lingering kiss as he drew one long, slim leg over his shoulder. Wet, gleaming indigo eyes met his, and Duo must have seen something in them for they widened a split second before Heero positioned himself and slammed into the demon to the hilt with one sharp thrust. Duo screamed, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. His teeth immediately clamped together, but Heero could see his whole face tight with pain from the sudden, forceful entry. Grabbing both Duo's hands, Heero pinned them to the ground alongside Duo's head, tangling their fingers together and squeezing. Just hard enough to get his attention. "I love you," Heero whispered. "I don't care if it hurts, I'll brand it into your body, down to your soul until you believe me. I am not any better than you. If I was, would I hurt you like this?" He drew out and snapped his hips back forward, drawing a ragged groan from his captive lover. Releasing Duo's hands, he wrapped his arms around Duo's shoulders and pulled him flush against his chest, holding him tightly. "But if I hurt you, I will soothe the pain. I love you, so much . . ." This time he pulled and and pushed back in long and slow and easy, making sure to aim for that sweet spot that made Duo tremble wildly and moan. He made such sweet, sweet sounds in his bliss. He felt the arousal that had wilted somewhat from the pain return fully between their stomachs. He released Duo's leg, which had fallen to rest in the crook of his elbow, and Duo immediately wrapped both around his waist. Raising his hips, he tried to coax Heero back into movement. He obliged without further urging, continuing with his slow rhythm. No more pain. He wanted only to see Duo's pleasure. He remained in control of their pace, Duo seeming incapable of fighting for dominance like he usually did. In fact Duo moaned and sweetly pleaded in his ear for more, scattering soft and erratic kisses over Heero's cheeks and neck. The pace never changed, no matter how much Duo begged, and when release swept them both away in its white embrace, it held them captive for a small eternity. Heero recovered first. He rolled onto his back, moving Duo with him so the demon rested fully on his chest. He felt Duo drop a few moist kisses over the top of his chest, his ragged breathing slowing and beginning to even out. "I love you, Heero . . ." the demon murmured, sighing softly. "You . . . always know . . . what I need . . ." Smiling, Heero dragged his fingers through the silken fall of Duo's hair, the braid long undone during their passion. "It's because I love you," he replied. "Go to sleep." Duo complied. When Duo woke it was to find Heero had moved them at some point during the night. They were laying in what looked to be a bed of ferns, and a gentle brush of a finger found them to be velvety soft. They were in one of the mammoth buildings of the dragon city, shielded from any prying eyes. He was overcome once more with emotion. Heero was unfailingly thoughtful and considerate. A strong hand captured his, stroking lightly over his fingers. Looking up, Duo found himself peering into wondrous blue eyes. Now it was the weight of Heero's emotions that overwhelmed him, and he looked away, allowing his eyes to slide shut once more. Last night ran around in his mind, Heero's words resounding. He could actually feel himself flushing. He'd never been able to put a name to his early belligerence, not entirely sure himself why he was so insistent. It had remained with him even after Heero's confessions in Hell, it had just taken a different form. And now it had a name. He didn't care for it much. Never in his life had he been so vulnerable as last night in Heero's arms, nor so scared. Because part of him did keep wondering if Heero would open his eyes and realize he was fucking a demon and walk away in disgust. Divine stigma. That was what Heero called it. And that was putting it lightly. He couldn't imagine the reaction if all of Heaven and Hell found out. It would be considered blasphemy, their love an abomination, tainted and filthy. It would never be accepted. Angels were good and demons were evil. That was the way of things. He felt tears stinging his eyes once more and fiercely swallowed them. He was done crying. As if able to read his mind, Heero's arms abruptly tightened around him. He didn't say anything, but it comforted Duo just the same. He could be strong enough to face all that when the time came, as long as Heero was by his side. I can face anything so long as I have him. You won't leave me, will you? "I don't care if it hurts, I'll brand it into your body, down to your soul until you believe me." You would hurt me to reinforce your words. To make me believe you. To ingrain it into my thoughts, etch it into my being. And ironically, it was exactly what Duo needed. Because the searing pain lancing up through him had sent Duo's mind into hypersensitivity, desperate for something else on which to focus. The determination in Heero's eyes. The strength of his embrace. The steely tone of his voice. And beneath it all, the driving force behind his words and actions, the soul-binding love as he broke past the last of Duo's defenses and finally pierced into the core of his being. Beyond the demon, beyond Hell, into the being that just was Duo, and nothing else. I said you belong to me, but it's the other way around, Heero. I'm yours. Irrevocably and irretrievably yours. If you cast me aside now, you will break me forever. But remembering last night he was finally, finally convinced that would not happen. "Duo?" Spoken very softly, so as not to wake him in case he was asleep. Shifting, he lightly kissed the hollow of Heero's throat. "Mm?" "Have I finally erased your doubt?" Hearing the question that echoed his thoughts, Duo smiled faintly. "Yes," he murmured. "I'm yours." "Mine," Heero agreed, pressing a kiss to Duo's forehead. It was some time before either stirred. Duo dozed off for awhile, but eventually he felt the need to get up and see everyone else. They still had planning to do, and he didn't want anyone to come looking for them. Heaving an unhappy sigh, he slowly sat up. And toppled back forward with a yelp. "Shit," he groaned between clenched teeth. Heero's arms were around him instantly, blue eyes concerned. "Duo?" Duo let out a rueful chuckle. "I'm sore," he explained. "Really fucking sore. Shit, this is worse than my first time." Warm hands soothed through his hair. "I'm sorry," Heero murmured. "I wasn't considerate at all. I'm sorry, love." Considering the result of his brutal love-making, Duo wasn't sorry at all. "It's okay. I'm sure I'll live." Heero kissed his forehead. "Stay here. I'll be right back." Mystified, Duo watched the angel dress and take to wing. He quickly disappeared back into the caverns. Blinking, Duo tried once more to rise and was again assailed by the burning pain. Damn, maybe his lover had torn him a little. He didn't see any blood, to his relief. Heero was back quickly, carrying a small jar. He made Duo sit on his lap facing him, and Duo draped his arms around Heero's neck. Heero dipped his fingers in the pale green contents, lowering one hand behind Duo. He figured the angel's intent just before one slick finger carefully entered him. The ointment smelled a bit like lavander, and it stung. Duo hissed, hips jerking up out of reflex, trying to flee the source of his discomfort. Heero's free hand easily held him still, twisting his finger a little. Unable to do anything else, Duo bore it. A few moments more the sting was replaced by a cool numbness, and that was much more bearable. In fact it was almost pleasant, and Heero's finger withdrew only to slide back in and apply more. Soon the burning inside him was completely gone, cooled by Heero's mystery ointment and the soothing ministrations of his finger. Once Duo's passage was completely coated, Heero gently slid a second finger in alongside the first and probed a little deeper. His longer middle finger brushed over Duo's prostate, and the demon moaned faintly, already half-aroused. Heero rubbed the slick substance over the little bundle of nerves, and it made Duo's whole body tingle. He didn't think the angel's attention to the nub was medically inclined any longer. Resting his head in the juncture of Heero's neck and shoulder, Duo stopped trying to fight it and lightly thrust his hips down. It caused the two fingers to press harder against his sweet spot, and that finished arousing him. He gasped, eyelids flickering closed as Heero leisurely fucked him with two fingers. He shifted his hips a little, pressing his pelvis forward to rug against Heero's belly. The drag of fabric over his heated arousal made him moan and whimper, near-desperate for some friction. Heero rewarded him by closing his hand around Duo and squeezing. Duo bucked forward with a breathless whine, rocking hard. Pushing forward into the tight, hot tunnel of Heero's hand, pulling back to impale himself on those long fingers. Apparently Heero had smeared some of the ointment on both hands, because Duo slid into his grasp easily. His whole body tingled, reduced to a mindless creature of need. It just felt so good . . . He came hard, pleasure dragged from him in blinding white waves. When it at last released him he sagged bonelessly against his lover, panting, heart racing. Every nerve-ending in his body tingled, and he dimly felt Heero's fingers still stroking him inside. Slow and almost soothing, now. Calming him down. After a time he laughed softly. "I still can't stand," he said, "just for a different reason now." Heero snorted and withdrew his fingers, causing his lover to shiver. "Better?" "Mm, much," Duo purred, nuzzling Heero's neck. "Ready for more sleep." "Huh uh," Heero immediately denied him. "You were right, we still have a lot to discuss before we're ready to start anything." "Can't it wait for a few hours?" Duo protested. Heero shook his head, and Duo pouted. Apparently Heero was immune to that. He just smiled and kissed Duo, rising to his feet and lowering the demon to the ground. "Get dressed, love. Before everyone wonders where we went and comes looking." Muttering under his breath, Duo slowly obeyed. His body
had traded the soreness for a pleasant, tingling numbness he was loath
to relinquish. As he slid his pants up over his hips, he caught sight
of Heero watching him with lazy interest and cast him a wicked little
smile. It seemed they were back to how it was before-Heero was once
again in control.
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