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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 "
"How do you feel?" Duo started, heart leaping into his throat. Heero, it seemed, had a sadistic streak a mile wide. Blinking, he glared up at the angel as he entered the room. "I'm sorry I told you I'm easily startled. Jerk." Heero's lips quirked. "I'm not trying to startle you. But it is past dawn, and I assumed you'd be awake by then." Grumbling under his breath, Duo heaved himself into a sitting position. "That, guardian angel of mine, is one of the many differences between us. You are up at the most ungodly hours imaginable, and I am nocturnal." Heero ignored him — big surprise. "I made you breakfast." Breakfast was just as bland and boring as every meal Heero had brought him for the past . . . what? Month? He wasn't really sure how much time had passed anymore. He ate it without complaint while Heero sat by the window, staring outside with unfocused eyes. "Thanks," Duo said when he finished. Blinking, Heero pulled himself out of his private musings and rose. "Are you ready?" Duo took a deep breath. Heero had finally decided last night to remove the splints and see how the wings were healing. They should have set by now. They had since stopped causing Duo undue discomfort, though they were still a little tender. Nodding, he shifted on the bed to present Heero with his back. Strong hands made short work of the splints. Duo let out an involuntary sound when his wings shifted free of their bindings. It hurt, but it wasn't unbearable. More like the feel of a sensitive bruise. Heero's fingers ever-so-lightly stroked over the ridge of bone, probing along where the breaks had been. "Does that hurt?" he asked. "Not really," Duo said, unable to contain his glee. "I can't move them at all, though." "Don't worry about that yet," Heero said. "I'll work them back into shape. The bones knitted back together cleanly, Duo. With patience and care, you'll be flying again in . . . maybe three weeks." A tremor ran up Duo's spine. Wriggling around to face Heero, he looked into those amazing cobalt eyes. They glinted in the dawn light. "And then what?" he asked softly. "What will you do with me then?" Something troubled flickered across Heero's eyes. "I haven't decided," he admitted. "I want to avoid a war at all costs. Do you think you could convince your parents not to outright attack Heaven?" Duo shrugged and winced a little. "I don't know. Do you think you could convince yours?" Snorting, Heero broke eye contact and paced back to the window. "I don't know. I'm beginning to feel no one else feels the same way I do." Duo couldn't begin to define the emotion that slivered through him. Slowly getting to his feet he followed Heero, putting one slim hand on the angel's shoulder. "I do," he said quietly. "Do I not count?" Cobalt met indigo-violet again, and the intensity in those incredible eyes stole all the breath from Duo's lungs. Dear loving God of All, Heero was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Then Heero broke the spell again by looking away. "At the moment," he said in an almost-petulant tone, "you're the only one who counts." Unable to help it, Duo giggled. Grabbing Heero's chin, he made the angel look at him again. "They're not bad, just misinformed," he said. "We can inform them." "Of what?" Heero wanted to know. Duo realized his thumb was stroking Heero's lower lip. Now, why was it doing that when he'd not given it permission? It refused to stop, either. "The truth," he said. "What else is there?" "And will they believe that easily?" Heero countered, a nearly inaudible quiver in his voice. "They will if you are the one to tell them." Heero caught Duo's wrist and pushed him back. "I know that when I took you from Heaven, Oraia simply told them you managed to get to me. Cursed me or some ridiculous thing like that." A wicked gleam entered Duo's eyes. "Who's to say I didn't?" he whispered. There it was again. That look. That expression that said Heero was angry with him, but something else, too. Something Duo was no longer certain wasn't desire. It made his heart race and blood turn to flame. Am I actually falling for an angel? What kind of fucked up fate is that? "You should rest," Heero said, turning for the door. "I'll be back in awhile. And tomorrow I'll start on your wings." Hmph. Heero certainly knew how to kill a mood. When the angel left, Duo tried moving his wings on his own. They were stiff and sore, and trying hurt too much. Sighing, he gave it up for now. There were more interesting things to do, anyway. Such as, what was this developing feeling for Heero? He supposed it was natural for a demon to fall for his angel rescuer. Only, since when did angels rescue demons? Groaning around his grin, Duo buried his face in his hands. "Shit," he muttered. "Shit. This is so fucked up. Heero, get your angel ass back in here and help me figure out what the fuck's going on." o0o 0o0 In all honesty, Heero wasn't looking forward to the task ahead of him. He didn't relish the thought of causing Duo any more pain. There wasn't any other choice, so he didn't put it off any longer than necessary. When Duo laid down, the rigidness of his posture spoke volumes of his dislike of the process, too. Heero started with a very basic one. Placing one hand under the wing at Duo's shoulder, he gently gripped the large joint and carefully lifted. Duo stiffened, but he didn't act like it hurt unduly. Heero kept it up, using small and steady motions, until the muscle warmed in his hand. Heero continued with every joint in the wing until it relaxed in his hand. Then he moved to the other. He heard Duo utter a soft sigh. "That hurts," he admitted, "but it feels good, too. Good 'cause it feels like my wings're working again." Heero felt a smile of satisfaction tug at his lips. "I'm glad," he said. "I'll keep this up every day until there's no more pain and you can move them freely. Then we'll try flying a little, all right?" "Sure," Duo acquiesced, sounding sleepy. Already. "Can't wait." Later that same day, Heero stood out in the full sun, eyes closed and face tilted into its warming rays. He'd always loved Candora. The place was full of turmoil and unease, but there was a resilience here, a hardiness that spoke of the love with which it was created. Heero was not old enough to have met God. Not nearly old enough. But God's love filled this world with a peaceful glow, spoken of in the simple perfection of its beauty. His shirt was long discarded, so he didn't worry about tearing the fabric when his wings slowly slid free of his back, cascading down to brush the grassy carpet on which he stood. The sunlight glinted off gleaming white, blinding had any eye been witness. The pure-white wings rose into an aggressive position, the stance of an angel who is ready to attack. They rose a little higher, an angel ready to take flight. A warm breeze whispered through the silken feathers, and Heero's lips parted at the pleasurable sensation. While an angel or demon's wings were the most easy place to cause pain, they were also the easiest to bring pleasure. Every sensation was magnified a thousand-fold, so Heero nearly leaped out of his skin when cool hands brushed the feathers. Whirling, wings falling into attack position, he stopped short to see Duo. Who had a strange look on his face. "Sorry," he murmured. "They're just so pretty . . ." They vanished in a haze of sparkling white. "You shouldn't be up," he admonished. Duo looked at him. "My legs are fine," he said rather tartly. "Besides, I'm sick of being in that bed. I don't even know how long it's been anymore since you brought me here, but it's been way too long." Heero rolled his eyes. "All you've done since I rescued you is complain." The demon shrugged, unrepentant. "Demon." As if that explained everything. And it bothered Heero. Bothered him that Duo should be so accepting of the label, the stereotype. "I told you to stop," he said in a low voice. "Can't help it," Duo said, an impish grin on his face. "It's the easiest way to excuse my poor behavior." He let out a sound suspiciously close to a giggle. "Besides, I like seeing that intensity in your eyes. Has anyone ever told you what incredible eyes you have, Heero?" Heero blinked. Well, he hadn't been expecting that. He took a deep breath, one that quivered the tiniest bit in his lungs. What was that? That strange warmth in his chest? "Don't change the subject." "I wasn't," Duo said. "Not really. And I wasn't joking, either. When you're angry, when you're frustrated, when you're just plain annoyed, your eyes . . ." Heero realized Duo was getting closer to him. Suddenly, Duo was way too close. He could almost feel the heat emanating from that slim frame, and his pulse sped up in reply. Dear God, what was this? Duo's pale, slim hand rose to lightly touch his face, his upper cheek right below his eye. He should have started back from the contact. He shouldn't have let a demon touch him, get so close to begin with. He should . . . God, Duo was so close. He would just have to lean down a little bit to kiss him. It felt like all time slowed down, catching him in a strange warp, hanging suspended all around him. Slowing until he could see and feel every individual moment sliding by. What is he doing? Literally dragging himself back to the present, Heero pulled back and turned away. "You shouldn't be moving around too much yet," he said. "You don't want to make your injuries any worse." And he didn't want to deal with that look in Duo's eyes.
Whatever it was, he didn't want to even think about it. Not now.
Not ever.
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