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"The King and the Shaman "Written By:Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, Fantasy/Drama/Romance, Yaoi, lemon, language (the usual), peril, violence, animal shamans, neko Duo, king Heero, impending war, sentient-formless evil Pairings: 1x2, others Summary: Heero is the young king of a country
he wants to expand into an Empire. One day he is approached by a woman
who claims she is an animal Shaman, creatures of legend and myth.
She makes an offer Heero cannot refuse. " The King and the Shaman "
Interlude: Just Love Me Duo stood by the window, letting the soft silver light of the moon bathe him in its cool glow. Perhaps he was rather more nocturnal by nature, for there was something about the quiet softness of night that seduced him. Sliding the clothes from his body, he stood in the wan light naked, breathing deeply, feeling the stirrings of the air outside whisper over him. Zechs would be down there, waiting for him. The moon was full tonight. After a time, he reached for his silk robe and wrapped it around his body. The fine material caressed his skin, and he closed his eyes in pleasure. He loved silk, which was why he seldom wore anything but these wonderfully soft robes. Heero didn't seem to mind, nor did anyone else. Turning, he headed for the door. He was almost there when it opened. His surprise vanished at the sight of his companion - lover. He smiled, and Heero returned it. "You're back," he murmured, deciding Zechs could wait a few more moments as he stepped into the human's embrace. Heero's strong, warm hands slid up his back. "I finally dismissed them. They were only wasting my time with whining, spoiled demands." Laughing softly, Duo pressed the softest of kisses to Heero's throat. "I'll be back in a little while." He took half a step to the side. The arms holding him tightened. "I don't think so," Heero said softly, and when Duo peered up into his eyes - made black by night - they were glittering. "I don't think I want you to go anywhere." Placing his hands flat on Heero's chest, Duo pushed a little. Not very much, for his resistance was token at best. "But Zechs is waiting for me . . ." he tried to explain. Which obviously didn't matter to the new emperor. "I don't care. Stay, Duo. I feel like kissing you." Their lips met in the most tender of kisses. "Caressing you." Those hands slid inside the robe, tantalizing to the smooth skin they found there. "I want you, Duo . . ." At this point Duo could barely remember he'd been trying to go somewhere, let alone whom he was to meet when he got there. "Ahh . . . He-Heero," he gasped, head tilting back when his lover nipped and licked his neck. "C-can we . . . will you . . . ngh, please—" "What?" Heero murmured against his neck. "I told you before, I won't do anything you don't want." The movement of soft, slightly moist lips against his neck sent shivers up and down Duo's spine. If Heero made him spell it out every time he wanted the human to make love to him, he was going to strangle him. If he ever managed to keep his wits about him during these moments of intimacy. "And I already—nnh—told you, I wa-ant it all, Heero," he managed. "Then may I . . . ?" "Yes!" Duo whined. "God, yes . . ." So fast it made his head spin they were on the bed, Heero pressed down on top of him, heat to heat. Duo's heart was beating so fast he could barely breathe . . . or maybe that was Heero kissing the life out of him . . . Tongues clashed, teeth nipped, and Duo wondered why he was the only one naked. The buckles and fabric of Heero's clothing chafed his sensitive skin. He tried to break the kiss, to complain about it to his demanding lover, but Heero refused to let him. He forced his tongue deeper into Duo's mouth, slick muscle writhing in a lazy dance. Duo was ready to go out of his mind when Heero broke the kiss. "I want you," he breathed, biting Duo's neck. "I want you . . ." "You have me," Duo whimpered, spreading his legs and arching against Heero, desperate for more contact. Heero nearly tore his tunic off. "God, Duo," he all but growled. "I have to taste you." His hands gripped Duo's thighs, forcing them apart as far as they would go. The strain was uncomfortable, but being pushed open like this created an amazing sense of vulnerability, as though he were at Heero's mercy, a place he wanted to be. He had no idea what Heero wanted until a split second before he did it, and his hips arched up off the bed of their own accord when Heero's hot mouth swallowed him whole. Heero didn't give him the chance to get used to the sensations. He took all of Duo at once, tongue pressing the Shaman's rigid sex so hard against the roof of his mouth it almost hurt. The sweet pressure had him gasping, stealing all the air from his lungs as teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and Heero swallowed. "Heero!" he yelped, perspiration breaking out over his skin when he received a soft chuckle. The vibration made his frame quiver. He squeezed his eyes shut and was greeted by an explosion of color in the blind dark. It was too much. It was too intense. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He wanted to lay still to appreciate every individual sensation. He wanted to thrust mindlessly into that incredible heat. His body spasmed, unable to find a rhythm, torn between individual wants that stood at cross-purposes. He could feel Heero's hands kneading his inner thighs. Cupping the soft, sensitive sac, massaging to drive Duo mad. Thumbs straying lower, wandering into unexplored regions, bold sweeps making Duo's eyes fly back open at the hints of pressure that had his blood singing in his veins. Release began to wash over him, heart pounding fit to burst, eyes sightless behind sheets of glittering white. He didn't know what Heero did, but it cut off just as he began that fall into mindless bliss. Feeling shell-shocked, Duo stared at the ceiling, trying to breathe. That was simple enough, right? His skin was way, way too hot. Finally he managed to suck in a lungful of air. Glancing down his body, he tried to ascertain what had just happened. "Wha—?" he began. His hardened sex was still in Heero's mouth, and his lover was giving him the most evil of smirks. Those tormenting lips parted, wringing a whine of disappointment from Duo's throat. "Couldn't let you come that easily, could I?" Heero murmured. Still not sure how Heero had stopped it, Duo glared at him. "Don't tease me." "I'm not promising that," the young emperor whispered in his ear. Duo shivered at the heat of each word falling across his ear. He opened his mouth, fully intent on telling his lover what he thought of that, when Heero made his next move. His hands, still under Duo's hips, lifted until he was bent almost double - an awkward position to say the least - and sucked Duo back down his throat. He swallowed once just to tease Duo, then released him once more. Ready to voice his displeasure at being toyed with, Duo never got the chance to articulate anything. He opened his mouth to speak just as Heero began something Duo never would have dreamed of. All that came out was a long, whining moan, the high pitch of which might have embarrassed him were he not already thoroughly there, and too turned on to care. God, god . . . Heero was licking him . . . there . . . Duo could feel the flush burning through his entire body, he could not draw in enough air to breathe, he was panting and gasping, trying to squirm away and writhe closer, not sure whether he wanted it to stop or continue forever. His entrance clenched and spasmed wildly, the sensations so intense, so erotic Duo's mind was spiraling out of control. His fingers fisted in the sheets, eyes squeezing shut. His heart was pounding and god, did he ever need to breathe . . . "Hee-ro," he choked. Heero chuckled. Duo could feel it, feel the vibration against him, feel it travel down his spine. The long strokes of that wet, hot tongue swept around the rim, making him crazy. Then just the tip was against him, settling against the center, pressing against his center. His eyes flew open but he saw nothing as that surprisingly strong and agile muscle breached the stubborn resistance and wriggled into him. Duo cried out. It fell off his lips low and very slowly, as though wrung from him like honey from a sponge. He'd never been touched like this before. Never been invaded like this before. Never could have imagined such an intimate, erotic intrusion. He tossed his head, feeling like the heat emanating from him would burn him alive, and it blossomed at the point Heero's tongue so boldly explored. His body couldn't decide how to move, nor which way. Toward or away. He knew he must look so wanton, skin slick with perspiration, panting, writhing. He was certain he could come this way, even though Heero wasn't touching his overstimulated arousal. He felt like he was going to explode. In and out. It felt so strange, so good. Duo could hear himself whining in the back of his throat. Then it stopped - making Duo whine even louder - and Heero attached that clever, tormenting mouth to Duo's neck. His hand trailed up Duo's inner thigh to squeeze him, making Duo's whole body arch upward with a pleasured cry. He was so close - "Come for me, Duo," Heero whispered in his ear. "The second time will be more intense that way . . ." One long stroke was all it took. It broke over him surprisingly slowly, like the climb of a steep peak. When he broke over the top, it washed over him in blinding waves, so intense every muscle in his body seized. Frozen for the eternity that held him in its powerful sway, pleasure crackled over his skin and swept him away from everything. Then it brought him back, gently depositing him in the real world again limp and blissfully sated. Finally he could breathe again. Even though his eyes were closed he was still very aware of Heero, pressed close enough he could feel his lover's heat. He opened his eyes to find Heero smiling down at him, heat and passion still very evident in his eyes. "I wish you could see yourself," Heero murmured, brushing damp hair off Duo's forehead. "You're so beautiful I think I could come just watching you." Duo blushed. Glancing down the long line of Heero's body, he saw his lover was still hard. And still wearing his breeches. He was about to comment when Heero stroked his lower lip, eyes smoldering. "Ready for the next part?" This time Duo's whole body flushed with heat. Looking down, wondering how he could possibly be shy now, he nodded. Heero slid a finger beneath his chin and made him look up, kissing him softly. When he pulled away the smile had returned. "I won't hurt you, Duo. I would rather die." That wasn't really the issue. Part of Duo feared that his guardian/companion/lover would be disappointed and send him away. Back to the Shamans. He voiced none of this as Heero once more asked him to open his legs with gentle pressure from his hands. He complied, and warm fingers stroked him where his tongue had so recently been. It felt good. Like an intimate massage. Moments later he jumped when one of those fingers applied something cold and slippery. The pressure against his center met with no resistance as Heero's finger easily slid inside him. He was already relaxed from the first time, so his muscles didn't protest. When Heero added a second finger, he felt a slow burn, but it was tolerable. Hardly noticeable. The third finger made him wince, now feeling uncomfortably tight. Heero feathered kisses over his face and lips, and Duo turned into it, eager for something to distract him. With Heero's tongue writhing against his it was easier to ignore the probing digits stretching him. Preparing him for something he knew would be worse. He was feeling the first stirrings of unease when Heero's fingers crooked inside him. His back arched up off the bed, hips simultaneously pushing down to get those fingers in deeper when color exploded behind his eyes. Color and light that had his whole body regaining interest. "Wha . . ." he gasped, mouth dry. Licking his lips, he tried again. "What was that?" Heero, who'd held his fingers still, smiled. "Like that? It's your prostate gland." Heart back to racing, Duo wriggled his hips. "Do that again!" Chuckling, Heero obliged him. Again and again. In moments it had Duo thrusting mindlessly against his fingers, eyes closed and panting as pleasure made him come alive. Sensations seemed even more intense now. And he wanted more. He squeezed around Heero's fingers, stilling his body with a tremendous amount of will. "More," he demanded. Heero had the gall to laugh, but at the moment Duo didn't care. How long had he wanted to be in this position, with this man, doing this? Consummating this relationship in this way? He couldn't have dreamed how wonderful it would actually be, and even his most amazing dreams paled in comparison to these sensations, these feelings. He licked his lips again when Heero finally removed the last of his clothing. His body was incredible. Duo didn't think he would ever get tired of seeing it or feel differently about it. He took it all in while Heero applied some of the oil to himself, eyes hooding in pleasure. Duo half wanted to watch him longer, but he couldn't make himself wait to ask. He spread his thighs as far as he could to make room for his lover, and with a single tender kiss, Heero was pressing into him. It hurt. Not a great deal, but it did hurt. But Heero was slow and gentle, giving Duo's body ample time to adjust and get used to the feeling. He wasn't sure he would ever get used to it, but that was fine. He never wanted this newness, this amazing sense of completion, to disappear. For when Heero's hips were flush against his own, buried to the hilt inside Duo's body, it felt like his lover had come home. He could hear himself whimpering. He couldn't make himself stop. Whether from the semi-distracting pain, the knowledge of what they were doing, or that Heero was the one doing it to him he didn't know. It didn't matter. Because Heero was kissing him again, and his hips were pulling back, sliding him out of Duo only to sink back in. Lifting his arms to cling to Heero's shoulders, Duo raised his hips and wrapped his legs around his lover's waist. That way, when Heero tried to pull out again, Duo could keep him in place. "Not . . . not yet," he gasped. He wasn't ready to relinquish this closeness. The pleasure was secondary. Even if just for a few minutes more, he wanted to revel in this. Heero was inside him. Large and hard and stretching Duo to the max. Had invaded his body, pierced into his core. Claimed him. Joined them. Made them one. He wasn't ready for that to be over. And his lover understood. Heero got his knees under him and sat upright, so Duo was suddenly sitting on his lap. Gravity pulled them even closer, and Heero was now even deeper inside him. Resting his head against Heero's neck, panting, he tried to calm his racing heart. Would he ever be able to breathe again? "I love you, Duo," Heero whispered. "You're perfect. You're absolutely perfect." Perhaps Heero could read his mind, or his heart. Maybe his lover could see into the places deepest in him, because he seemed to know exactly what to say to calm Duo's silent fears. Closing his eyes, Duo turned all his focus inward. Basking in the closeness, the oneness, the rightness. The physical sensations of his body, and the emotional ones in his heart. "I love you, too . . ." he breathed, body finally coming back to a place of peace and calm. At some point, Heero started moving again. It was so slow Duo didn't notice until he was once more on his back, Heero's hips pumping into him. The movements were long and deep, and every time he pulled out Duo's muscles squeezed as though trying to keep him inside. He brought their hands together, fingers tangling beside Duo's head as they writhed against one another, the pleasure building to that point where it would no longer be denied. Soon Duo was panting again, fingers tightening erratically around Heero's, moaning as his eyes begged Heero for more. Their rhythm remained deep, never developing into a frenzied rush. Heero's powerful movements rocked Duo into the bed, stars exploding behind his eyes with every inward thrust. Their bodies were so close Heero didn't have to touch him. His arousal rubbed against Heero's stomach every time his lover moved. Perspiration made him slide easily along golden skin, and it felt amazing. He never wanted it to end. But inevitability crept up on them. Heero's cobalt eyes never left his as completion eventually became a force that simply would be denied no longer. Duo's body slowly arched up as his muscles once more froze. It took every ounce of will power he possessed to keep his eyes open, to watch his lover's face as his body released its pent up passion in waves of glittering pleasure. He felt an answering rush inside him, a burning heat that branded his body indelibly as belonging to Heero. He accepted it all. Heero was right. It was more intense the second time. It was like every one of his senses came alive, heightening to the point where it was almost too sweet to tolerate. And when the wave finally passed this time, it sapped all the strength from his entire body. Heero's body sagged toward him, as well, pressing their foreheads together as he slowly evened out his breathing. When Heero finally withdrew, Duo realized his hips and thighs ached. Heero gently grasped his knees and drew them back together, holding them closed for a minunte with a familiar loving look on his face. Feeling like he was floating in a golden pool, Duo reached for him. Lying down next to him, Heero pulled him into his arms and kissed his temple. "You were amazing, Duo," he murmured. Lacking the strength even to speak, Duo simply nuzzled
his head under Heero's chin. He fell asleep surrounded by Heero's
warmth, his strength, and his love.
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