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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 "
Where is this place? He doesn't recognize it even as his feet lead him to where he needs to go. They are all here. Many different Shamans from many different areas, each with different powers. A Star Shaman. An Earth Shaman. A Fire Shaman. A Shadow Shaman. A Wind Shaman. A River Shaman. "It is almost upon us," says the tall white doe. "And it is stronger than ever before." "We have ever defeated it in the past," says the black-and-red hawk. "Not like this," counters the spotted jackal. "Not this strong." He listens to them, he understands their fear. They have everything to lose. It is not like before when they were merely defending their homes from the nameless, formless evil that plagued the lands. Now they have an entire race of people to protect. Humans are far weaker than Shamans. They have no means with which to protect themselves. They are not born with the spark of magic in them. "It is stronger each time it returns," says the white doe. "But so are we," says the hawk. The Shamans are proud. Never have the fled in the face of this evil. Nor do they choose to do so now. They made a vow to protect those who could not protect themselves. They will not rescind that vow now. He is among the first sent out to find the rift where the evil will enter the world. The first time he sees it, he stares in awe and horror. Like a gaping, open wound in the face of the earth the rift seethes, a darkness so deep it is tangible as it slowly - lazily - creeps from the rift. As though it is in no hurry. Even though he is nowhere near it, he can still feel a cold so deep it burns his skin. "We must seal that rift," says the gray wolf. "There may be others." So they stand side-by-side, fur touching feather touching fur. The wolf, the hawk, the lynx, the puma, and the weasel face the wide rift, the gaping maw from which the evil languidly pours. As one they each summon their powers, prepared to pour it into the rift and seal away the dark evil. The second their powers touch it, the evil springs into frenzied motion. o8o o8o Heero jerked awake when pressure on his injured shoulder sent pain lancing down his arm. Duo, lying curled against his side, was whimpering and tossing in his sleep, clinging to Heero and clutching at his arms. Grimacing when the movement brought more pain, Heero embraced Duo tightly and kissed his temple. "Wake up, love," he murmured, squeezing until Duo couldn't move anymore. A few seconds later indigo-violet eyes snapped open, hazed by lingering fear from whatever dream tormented him. Heero stroked Duo's back, whispering soothingly until the leopard Shaman calmed and went still again. "Sorry," Duo mumbled. "Nightmare?" Heero asked, lightly kissing Duo's closed eyelids. His kitten heaved a huge sigh. "Yeah. It was really strange." After a moment when it became apparent Duo wasn't going to go on, Heero stopped waiting. A few moments more and Duo started purring under his caresses. He realized his good hand was stroking from Duo's neck down to the curve of his spine and more intimate places beyond. "Feels good," he felt Duo mumble against his throat. The sensation of those warm lips moving against his naked skin sent a flash of desire through Heero. He resisted the urge to shift, wondering if his little love was awake enough he could do anything about it. The Shaman abruptly giggled. It was barely audible, but the sweet sound still coaxed a smile from Heero. "I can smell that," Duo said. "You want me, Heero?" "Every waking hour," Heero confirmed. "And every sleeping hour. I dream about you all night." More soft laughter. Then Duo wriggled back and sat up, gazing down at his human lover. His slender fingers lightly stroked Heero's bandaged shoulder. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he whispered. "I'll make it up to you." He followed his heated promise with an equally heated kiss. Heero opened his mouth and let Duo take control for once. His arm was still a little numb, anyway. Duo took his time. His mouth wandered over every inch of Heero's torso, languid and curious. Even his most simple caresses made Heero's skin shiver with pleasure. Then he fastened his mouth to Heero's neck while one of his hands ghosted down Heero's belly and lower, just feathering over where he wanted his touch most. It took a tremendous exertion of will not to arch up for more contact. Duo's wandering mouth found his pulse and nipped and sucked, making Heero sigh out a groan. Duo had hardly touched him and he was already on edge. Then Duo's cool hand closed around him fully, giving a gentle squeeze. Heero saw a brief, dim flash of light and then his release was ripped from him in blinding waves before he could so much as blink. He couldn't breathe until he thought he would pass out as relentless waves of pleasure shocked over his nerves. When he finally caught his breath and felt like he could think and speak coherently again, he stared up at his lover. Who was grinning down at him with something dangerously akin to a satisfied smirk. "Wha . . ." he swallowed around a dry throat. "What did you do?" He couldn't ever remember such an intense release. Duo licked his lips and kissed Heero's nose. When he sat upright again, he held up his hand, and tiny arcs of lightning danced between his fingers. He didn't need to speak, his eyes said it all. Heero's body quivered in reaction. "You . . . actually . . . ?" "Mm hmm," Duo purred, nuzzling Heero's throat. "I'm going to do it again real soon so I can watch your face. I've never seen you look like that." Heero grabbed Duo's wrists and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. "If you do that to me on a regular basis I won't live very long." Duo giggled. "Now, what about you?" Heero asked. "Wouldn't you like to have a turn?" Eyes gleaming in the faint light, Duo rolled onto his back and raised his knees, spreading them. Heero licked his lips at the delicious invitation, leaning down to give his lover a deep kiss. One hand stroked Duo's inner thigh, the other grabbed the Shaman's wrist. "I want you to do it," Heero breathed in Duo's ear. "I want to watch you." There didn't need to be much light to see the color that burned in Duo's cheeks at the whispered words. Smiling with reassurance and lust, Heero guided Duo's hand, closing the Shaman's slim fingers around his own rigid length. Duo moaned faintly at the contact, and Heero encouraged him to set up a slow rhythm before removing his hand and pulling back to watch. Duo's eyes never left Heero's, that blush darkening his pale complexion, eyes holding a mixture of uncertainty and desire. And he was absolutely beautiful like that. Heero continued stroking Duo's inner thigh, smiling a little. "Come on," he whispered. "Just like you did to me. I want to watch you, Duo." Biting his plump lower lip, Duo nodded and there was that dim flash of light. It wasn't bright enough to blind Heero, and he was glad. He stared, transfixed, as Duo came with a sound caught between a whimper and a strangled cry. His body contorted on the bed, face absolutely stunning in its passion. Heero didn't catch his breath until Duo did, panting only slightly less hard as Duo fell limp on the bed. He wasn't sure which he'd enjoyed more — actually experiencing it or watching Duo experience it. Pulling the gasping, shuddering youth into his arms, he rocked Duo against his chest. "We're doing this again," he murmured, kissing the Shaman's temple, "soon." "I . . . I had no idea it . . . was so intense," Duo panted, slowly calming in Heero's embrace. "I'm sure if we get ourselves used to the sensation, we can hold out a little longer," Heero said dryly, amused. "Wherever did you get the idea to misuse your powers like that, hmm?" Duo giggled, the sound muffled in Heero's neck. "Quatre gave me the idea. He said Shamans have developed uses for their powers other than combat." "Is that all he said?" "Mm hmm." "And you got the idea to use them for sex?" Another giggle. "Mm hmm." "What a naughty kitten," Heero mused. "I'm sure I didn't raise you to be like this." Duo nipped him sharply on the end of the nose, making him jerk back with a little yelp. Then the Shaman nuzzled down, obviously ready for more sleep. "Mm, I love you, Heero." He smiled softly, curling around his love a little better. "I love you, too. Now, sleep until morning." "Mm 'kay," came the faint reply. In moments his precious kitten was breathing deeply against him. Heero remained awake for awhile longer. Tomorrow, Relena and General Blackstone were pressing forward with his coronation. Each of his Governors would swear fealty and allegiance to Emperor Heero Yuy of the Axiom Empire. Its rule would spread over all the land, a first in the history of the world. And on the eve of that event, he would announce the presence of the animal Shamans, and pledge a vow to them that no human exploration would press beyond the Dragon's Spine. In exchange, the Shaman Council would renew its vow to protect the humans from the nameless, formless evil they each feared. Heero sighed, wondering if that evil would reappear in his lifetime. Those idle thoughts chased him into a restless sleep.
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