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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 "
Wicked Eventually, Duo stopped trying to figure it out. Trying gave him a headache. He had no idea how things could so suddenly and completely turn upside down, but he'd never spent a great deal of time questioning how things worked. He was too lazy, his one personal vice. And while he was lazy, Heero was the poster-child for denial. It annoyed Duo that Heero was so good at acting like nothing was different, nothing was happening, nothing was changing, nothing nothing nothing. It made him feel like banging his head against a brick wall. Or maybe banging Heero's head against it. Yeah, that might make him feel better. He was falling for his guardian angel. There. Plain and simple. He'd said it. At least, thought it. He was a demon, Heero was an angel. And he was falling for Heero. Falling in love with him? Possibly. Probably. It at once frightened and thrilled him. He could never predict what Heero was going to do, what he was thinking. And those eyes. Duo's heart pounded just thinking about those eyes. Just a handful of days ago, he'd been so sure Heero would kiss him. All that wonderful intensity was focused on him. And God he'd wanted. If Heero asked, Duo would give. Hell, roll over and offer himself up, probably. He'd never felt this attraction to anyone else. Not even close. He'd fooled around a little — hey, he was young and beautiful and male. But he'd never given himself to a lover, and never had he wanted before now. And his desired mate was an angel. An angel. Shit, how fucked up was that? It made Duo want to laugh, to cry, to gnash his teeth, to howl. It made him want to tackle Heero to the floor and ravage him. It messed him up so good inside he didn't know what the fuck he wanted. Only that he wanted it now. A quick knock, then the door opened. "Ready to try moving them yourself today?" Heero asked, not even looking surprised Duo was up at dawn. Damn him. "Sure am," Duo confirmed. Turning, he let Heero take in his appearance. The scars were gone. Of course they were. Angels and demons did not scar. So he stood before Heero now, his skin unmarked and flawlessly pale, hair cascading down his back in silken waves. It would also be the first time Heero ever saw his hair down. He let every rampant emotion in his heart rise in his eyes, not bothering to hide a single one. Let Heero make of that what he would. He was tired of fighting something he neither had the reason nor will to fight. He could almost feel the weight of Heero's gaze like a physical caress. It sent a delicious shiver down his spine. What was it about him? What was it that took his breath away, made his heart pound, made his knees weak, made his mouth so dry? He willed Heero to move, to say something, to do something, to give in to that barely-detectable desire in his cobalt eyes. He did not. The Prince of Heaven simply gave him a slight nod and turned and left. Duo actually hissed at the closing door. "All right," he whispered. "You're going to fight it? Keep denying what you feel for me?" Heat glazed the surfaces of indigo eyes. "All right, Prince. Let me show you what it means, rousing a demon." The sky was overcast, and the air bore that heavy feeling, that silence before the storm, that breathless hesitation that spoke of clouds ready to burst. It was warm enough that Duo suspected it would turn into a thunderstorm. The weather suited his mood. Heero would never know what hit him. "I'll watch right behind you," Heero said, voice as calm as ever. "Don't move them too much. I don't want you to stress the newly-healed bone." "Of course not, guardian angel of mine," Duo said softly, flicking a sultry smile over his shoulder. "I'll do whatever you say." Oh ho, did that get a reaction. Okay, it was a barely visible one. But it was a reaction. The normally calm veneer on Heero's face gave way for a split-second to a raging heat that nearly made Duo's knees buckle. Oh yes. Heero wanted. And Duo was determined to make him stop pretending he didn't. Or ignoring it. Or whatever the fuck it was he was doing. A very slight breeze rippled through the air. Duo's eyes fell to half mast, enjoying the feel of air moving the feathers. This time, it didn't take much effort. In fact it didn't hurt at all. Duo raised them to the aggressive attack position, then let them fall again. Several times he did this, making sure his movements were slow and anticipated. Then he raised his ebony black wings higher, bending his knees, muscles coiling and tensing. "Duo —" Heero said in a warning voice. Grinning, Duo ignored him and shoved himself off the ground. His wings spread wide, beating for altitude. It was harder than he'd thought it would be, letting him know he still wasn't ready for this. That was fine. He didn't expect to be in the air long. It was a matter of seconds before a dull ache started along the ridge of his wings, and only a heartbeat after that when they simply collapsed, unwilling to support his weight. He wasn't extremely high in the air, but he didn't fall very much before strong arms were around him. His wings vanished even as Heero's beat the air around them, long and slow and steady. Cobalt eyes shimmered with anger as the angel landed on the ground. "Idiot!" he growled. "Are you trying to hurt yourself again? You could have stressed the break, fracturing the bone aga —" That was as far as he got. Duo, still held securely in his arms, grabbed Heero's face and sealed that mouth shut with a fierce kiss. For a split second he actually thought he might get what he wanted without a fight. Then Heero wrenched away, rather unceremoniously dropping Duo. The demon barely managed to land on his feet. "What was that?" Heero demanded, his eyes glittering for all different reasons now. Duo licked his lips. "A thank you. I'm a demon, but you still caught me." Heero abruptly closed the distance between them, grabbing Duo's upper arms and shaking him a little. "Stop saying things like that! Being a demon does not make you evil!" Says who? Duo wanted to say. He left that argument for later. There were still some things Heero needed to be shown. Now was neither the time nor place. He wanted Heero, he wanted Heero to want him and take him and claim him indelibly as his own. Right now. So he sidled closer, running his hands up Heero's chest. "Okay," he all but whispered. "Being a demon does not make me evil. But let me be wicked." A nearly imperceptible tremor shivered over Heero's skin as Duo quickly leaned up and claimed his mouth again. Demons didn't have much use for personal boundaries, and they played and experimented with each other freely. Duo had a bit of experience with intimacy, though he'd never actually had sex with anyone. A distant cousin of his and two of his friends had been Duo's first foray into intimacy. They'd not given Duo much say in the matter, but it had been . . . utterly delicious. Thunder rolled in the distance. The faint breeze picked up strength, and Duo felt the first sprinkles of rain. The storm was nearly upon them. Only then did it finally dawn on Duo that Heero was kissing him back. The hands still on his arms were squeezing hard enough to hurt, lifting Duo up onto his tiptoes. Heero, he thought with an inward smile, was like a volcano. Everything looked calm from the outside as long as nothing disturbed the sleeping intensity within. Duo had been the earthquake. The ground splitting open. The upset that had the dormant magma within start boiling, ready burst free at the slightest provocation. Duo intended to provoke that explosion. He wanted Heero to pour out all his passion and intensity right into him, he wanted to be the recipient of it, to feel afraid by its power and lulled by the security of its strength. He wanted everything, all of it, and he was more than ready to take it. Hell, he was pretty sure he'd been ready after first meeting Heero. He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down Heero's neck, teeth nipping, tongue licking and probing. "Let me seduce you," he breathed, teeth snapping together so hard he tasted blood. Heero hissed, head canting to the side a tiny bit. It was enough of a cue for Duo. Pulling back he gave the angel his darkest, most wanting gaze, holding onto Heero's wrists as he backed toward the small house that had become his haven. There was still a lot of turmoil in Heero's eyes, but for once the angel didn't protest. He followed Duo, allowing the demon to take the lead. Duo pushed Heero down onto the bed, finally drawing a sound of protest from Heero's lips. Duo silenced him quickly, nibbling on the full lower lip. "You're not allowed to speak," he whispered, eyes ablaze. "Otherwise you'll tell me to stop." Heero surprised him again by obeying. Wow. Who would have thought something that simple would light his blood on fire. He wanted to see Heero under him, wanted to see that calm crack, wanted to see the volcano lose control. He wanted to feel it. Taste it. Smell it. Be the cause of it. Climbing on top of him, Duo settled himself onto Heero's pelvis. Oh yes, his guardian angel wanted this just as much as he did. Heero was already hard, and there was intensity beginning to seethe behind the surfaces of those amazing blue eyes. An intensity that took Duo's breath away. "Don't resist," Duo breathed into Heero's ear, licking and nibbling along the outer shell, "don't fight, don't protest. Just close you eyes. Close your eyes and let me show you what Heaven should feel like . . ." Heero might have tried to call him on that — after all, he was an angel. But Duo chose that exact moment to grind his pelvis down, showing Heero for the first time that he was every bit as aroused as the angel. His action gave him a perfect view of Heero's sudden pleasure, cobalt eyes falling shut as the angel let out the faintest of moans, a sound low in the back of his throat. Biting his lip, instantly addicted to both the sight and the sound, Duo did it again. This time, Heero responded. His hips jerked up, the pressure sending electricity up Duo's spine. His back arched, mouth falling open to pant out a moan of approval. "Th-that's right," he gasped. "Let it sweep you away, Heero . . ." He had to drag himself back into focus. It would be wonderful to just keep it up until Heero came like that. But he wanted the angel's first time to be much, much more. He wanted his own body to be Heero's undoing, not dry humping like this. Hot as it was to watch it on Heero's face. So he brought their mouths together, using this as a distraction while he stilled his hips. Either Heero didn't notice or he really was letting Duo set the pace because he went still as well. Duo eagerly attacked Heero's shirt, and in short order it was in a heap on the floor. It was the first time he'd ever seen the angel without it, and he leaned back in order to appreciate the golden beauty of it. Toned to perfection, Heero was like a masterpiece work of art. Those full lips parted, but Duo pushed two fingers into Heero's mouth. "I told you not to talk," he whispered, knowing his eyes reflected his own need and burning desire. That were also smoldering in Heero's eyes. The volcano was still rigidly kept under control. Heero obediently sucked on Duo's fingers, which made Duo's blood boil in his veins. Amazing that someone who didn't know a thing about seduction could be so God-damned sexy. He might drive me crazy. "Good angel," Duo said with a grin. Heero bit the fingers between his teeth. Duo growled but didn't remove them. With Heero's mouth occupied, Duo turned back to the task of making Heero lose control. He fastened his mouth to Heero's neck, licking and sucking, nipping and nibbling, lavishing the slim column with attention until the faintest of moans poured up from Heero's throat. Shit was that hot. Heero's tongue curled around his fingers, nudging between them, making Duo's arousal jump in jealousy. Maybe I won't make him lose control, Duo thought dimly as he wrenched his fingers free and all but tore Heero's bothersome pants off his legs. Maybe he'll be the one to make me lose control. The thought didn't worry him all that much as he pushed Heero's legs open and swallowed him whole. Heero's hips thrust up hard and fast, nearly choking Duo with the rigid length in his mouth, and he looked up in time to see those eyes go wide and sightless, mouth gaping open in a soundless cry. "God . . . Duo . . ." Heero gasped out, fingers tightening to white-knuckled grips on the bed sheets. Grinning, Duo hummed in reply, relaxing his throat muscles to take all of Heero in. He swallowed around every inward thrust, hands coming up to massage Heero's inner thighs. Damn did he want to finish Heero off like this. He would love to taste him, drink down his essence, but he was afraid Heero wouldn't let him continue if he did. Lost in his passion like this, Duo doubted anyone had the kind of self-control it would take to push him away now. He knew very well what he looked like. And oh yes, Heero was watching him. Swallowing one last time, Duo lifted his head and let Heero slip from his lips. It wrung the most delicious sound from Heero, faint though it was. A fine sheen of perspiration covered all that wonderful golden skin, and Duo gave into the temptation to sample it. He kissed and licked at Heero's tight belly, making the muscles there quiver in response. He grinned. He didn't have many powers on Candora, but simple conjuration was among them. Beside Heero on the bed appeared a shallow bowl of oil. Heero was well-endowed, and God-be-damned if Duo was going to do this without some kind of lubricant. Kicking off his loose pants, he climbed back up to straddle Heero's hips. Grabbing Heero's hand, he raised himself up onto his knees. Confusion flickered over Heero's amazing features for the heartbeat it took him to catch on. When Duo dipped his fingers in the oil and guided them to his own entrance, cobalt eyes widened momentarily before one slim digit breached the tight resistance and pushed into him. Duo's eyes slid shut of their own accord. It was different, that was for sure. Incredibly intimate, a little tight, a hint of a burn in his muscles, it was the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. Squirming a bit to encourage Heero to move, he leaned down and softly bit Heero's lower lip. "Stretch me," he instructed in a low, almost raspy voice. "Get me ready for you." Oh, oh. Duo hadn't thought he could get more eager and hot. That look, that look that burst into flames in Heero's eyes, that was something he wanted to see over and over again. Every day if he could manage. It was liquid desire, demanding and at once begging, a burning ache, heat and want, plainly and blatantly telling Duo exactly what Heero wanted to do with Duo, do to him. The finger inside him drove deeper. A simple in-and-out motion. It made Duo crazy. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Just when he felt ready to beg or command Heero to do something more than just that, Heero added a second finger. That delicious burn increased, spreading from the tight ring of muscle Heero invaded to pool in his groin. He was so hard it hurt, and damn it did he wish Heero would stop moving so slow — His back arched and he cried out when Heero's fingers flicked over something deep inside that had him seeing stars. Oh, that was what Heaven should be like! Pleasure chased itself up and down Duo's body, quivering from the intensity, making him gasp and pant, driving down wantonly on Heero's fingers. That was approximately when he lost patience. Grabbing Heero's wrist he pushed it down to the bed, trapping the other one with it alongside Heero's head. He released one just long enough to align Heero with his aching and ready body before impaling himself on the hot, burning hot, rigid proof of Heero's desire for him. Sure, it hurt. How could it not? But Duo barely noticed the pain for the spine-tingling pleasure being penetrated so deeply brought. The head of Heero's length nudged right against that sweet-spot, and Duo felt he couldn't catch his breath. He did notice Heero opening his mouth again to speak, and he cut it of with an aggressive, demanding, begging kiss. Wrenching away, unable to stay still a moment longer, Duo lifted his hips and pushed back down. It felt incredible. He could feel his inner walls gripping Heero, as if reluctant to relinquish the feel of him. When he sank back down they squeezed, welcoming him home. It was enough to make him throw his head back with a low groan. God, who knew it would feel so good? Opening his eyes, he looked back down at his captive lover just in time to see the surface tension reach critical mass. The volcano exploded. A sound lost between a groan and a snarl burst from Heero's throat as he broke Duo's hold on him, grabbing the smaller demon's arms and pulling free from his body. He reversed their positions so fast Duo never had the time to form a protest before Heero slammed back into him, making his toes curl and back arch up off the bed with a cry of tormented pleasure. The feral desire and carnal lust in Heero's eyes about made Duo come undone. His lips peeled away from his teeth, revealing sharp fangs, eyes burning as he wrapped his legs around Heero's waist, driving him deeper. "God, yesssss," he hissed, meeting Heero thrust for thrust. "Let go, Heero . . ." "Why don't you stop talking now?" Heero said in a tone Duo had never heard him use, never could have imagined him using. His hips snapped forward, pistoned back. Every movement every time long and deep and swift and powerful. Heero was in control, but he was out of control. Untamed, wild passion flamed in his eyes, and they never left Duo's. When he shifted the angle of his hips Duo couldn't help it and cried out, hands clinging to Heero's shoulders, clawing for purchase as his world whited out in mind-blowing pleasure. He dimly saw Heero wince, but neither of them slowed down. Not in his wildest dreams could he have imagined his
first time with an angel. But as Heero sent him spiraling into intense,
mind-numbing release, he supposed Heaven was good for something after
all.
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