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"Shadow Mist"Written By: Karen The Huntress Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its
characters Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Language, angst, lemon Pairings: 2x1, 1x2 Summary: Heero gets a little more than he bargained
for when he takes home a stranger. "Shadow Mist" Part Four:
A vampire may be lifeless but a fervent spirit still burns with such intensity countless ages cannot cool the flames.
If he or she is lucky they find that exceptional person whose soul can withstand the clarifying refinement without being consumed. When the blood union is complete neither angels' petitions for redemption or archangels who rule the hellish recesses of Sheol can avert the claiming.
Before this night in New Orleans Duo hadn't destroyed a single innocent individual. There'd been a surplus of prey, gang members, thugs and dope dealers slinking among the city's loathsome traces.
Those peddlers of pain had satisfied his taste for blood, provided necessary nourishment but not one had filled the hallow vacancy in his stagnant heart.
In enshrouding darkness he and Heero were bonded by the Dark Kiss. Now Duo's intension wasn't to feed but to kill for only in death could the alluring human become his eternal mate.
Duo desired a noble companion with the strength and wisdom to be his equal. He longed for a soul mate to rest with him by day, hunt with him by night and share a cursed life that evermore shunned the sun.
Nude bodies pressed together Duo continued to suckle. Beneath him Heero lay limp like a boneless rag doll. Shallow breathing barely inflated his lungs.
Certain the turning was almost complete Duo uncoupled fangs from flesh and swallowed the last bloody dregs. "It won't be long my love. Soon wintry pain will be replaced by warm passionate pleasure."
Sharp point of a fingernail sliced across the underside of Duo's wrist. Crimson droplets discharged from the cut. As his paramour's life slipped away Duo had mere seconds before the perpetual midnight of death would defeat the claiming.
Survival instincts in full force Heero latched onto the congealing liquid and drank with renewed urgency. Vampiric blood trigged the final transformation. Hisses of air expelled one remaining breath. A surrendering heart thumped its last beat.
Heero Yuy was gone.
Held safe in his Sire's protective embrace, Heero began his regenerative journey to a new existence. "Sleep my love." Duo whispered, "Come the next sunset we will never be parted."
****** At the midpoint between death and resurrection, Heero was granted extraordinary recollections of numerous reincarnations.
Heero was a ronin, a rogue samurai without a master. Shoulder length hair was secured in a ponytail. A sheathed katana angled across his back and a tanto was tucked in the belt of his hakama pants.
Solitary, without perceived directions, he wandered through a grove of blossom-laden cherry trees while thousands upon thousands of petals swirled in the breeze like pink snow.
Next green meadows, dense forests and towering snow-capped mountains came into view. Spires of a grand castle were silhouetted against a crystal blue sky.
Broadsword at his side, Heero sipped ruby wine before a great stone fireplace. He could smell the wood smoke. Hear the fire crackle. Feel the tactile sensations as his fingers raked through the shaggy gray coat of a Scottish deerhound.
Suddenly bygone visions accelerated in dizzying sequences.
Crossbows unleashed barrages of steel bolts.
Swords clanged, blade against blade.
Dead men and horses littered a blood-soaked battlefield.
Time and place raced forward.
Muddy uniforms and dirty faces. Soldiers scrambling into trenches.
Cannon balls gouged out earth. Voices screamed in anguish.
The horrid stench of death.
Pain tore through Heero's war-battered body. Eyes closed as he drifted away into a soundless, sightless void.
Progression of life after life continued for his consideration. Each episode was detached. Somehow removed from reality, the scenes were part of him yet disconnected as if they were not truly his.
Heero wandered alone in New Orleans. Cold and afraid. Hungry and hopeless.
Huddled in a doorway. Cold rain pelted the cracked concrete sidewalk. An older male propositioned him to trade money for sex. He accepted. At least for that night he'd be able to eat.
~Mardi Gras~
As if watching an age-faded theater reel with grainy depictions and scratchy sound, surreal images fluttered like hallucinatory butterflies across Heero's mind.
A grotesque masquerade. Bizarre phantasmal apparitions drowned in a deluge of rainbow-colored beads. Corpses in varying stages of decay materialized from the beaded burial mound. Skeletal hands clawed arms and legs. Bony fingers grabbed hold to drag him beneath the putrid ground.
****** Heero thrashed about, arms flinging wildly as he fought to exorcise imaginary demons not quite buried.
Duo shored up his embrace; placed a gentle kiss on his lover's scarlet stained lips. "Heero. Wake now." was urged to guide his lover through the final passage.
Eyes of cobalt blue tinged with flecks of fire locked with Duo's blue/violet sight. "Master." Heero declared without any doubts.
Duo beheld his companion, his counterpart. "Let me be joined with you to seal our bond."
Enfolded in his Sire's arms Heero yearned for the union. In eager anticipation he spread his legs to remove the last barrier to their long awaited consummation. "Love me now and forever." he begged unashamedly.
Heero elevated his hips for more precise placement then, as an additional incentive, rubbed his distended penis against Duo's equally aroused manhood.
"Now." was growled like the feral being he was always meant to be.
Without the necessary preparation when Heero was human, Duo aligned his enlarged member and drove the head through tight anal muscles.
A grunt was Heero's reply as he gripped Duo's firm buttocks to establish their coupling.
Fully seated Duo pulled halfway out. "Mine." confirmed his absolute possession of Heero's body, mind and soul.
Heero wrapped his legs around Duo's slender waist. "Yours." he pledged.
There'd be no foreplay, no gradual escalation of sexual excitement. This time all-consuming cravings for eternal copulation were the driving force.
Not wanting to grant his erotic mate a moment's respite from the carnal lust Duo rutted fast and furious. Heero proved he was indeed Duo's equal. Each pounding thrust was met with his own lascivious fire that could only be quenched by his Master's seed.
Grabbing Heero's engorged erection, Duo milked his lover. Friction building to a fever pitch Heero issued a primal howl of ecstasy and climaxed hard.
Duo arched his back, planted his length to the hilt and quivered when the culmination of orgasmic desire sent shockwaves coursing through his entire body.
Heero Yuy's unconditional love finally freed Duo Maxwell from ages of forlorn misery. With that perfect liberation residual sparks of humanity were resurrected.
Tremors subsided, Duo eased out, settled down beside his sated lover and nuzzled the puncture marks on Heero's neck. In turn Heero interlaced his fingers and squeezed Duo's hand.
Enhanced night vision allowed Heero to study the cross tattoo on Duo's forearm. "The color red, so curious." he commented on the unusual markings.
Surprisingly self-conscious Duo glanced at the tattoo then averted his eyes.
Newly born empathy sensing Duo's distress, Heero implored, "Please. Let there be no secrets between us."
Duo rested his head on Heero's shoulder. Voice barely above a whisper he affirmed. "My Sire gave that to me."
"The one who turned you?"
"The girl who feigned innocence, who stole---." A solemn sigh, "She fashioned one final remembrance should I ever be tempted to disregard her creation."
Heero puzzled over the peculiar choice of branding, especially since vampirism was already a constant reminder of the Sire's dark gift. "But why a cross?"
"That was my Mistress' cruel scheme. She knew I was religious so what better memento for my fall from grace."
Heero tilted his head for closer observation. "The scarlet is beautiful."
"Not red ink but my blood crafted this hypocritical etching."
Without hesitation Heero kissed the crimson cross made unique by Duo's own life fluid. "You should cherish this holy symbol."
Duo's eyes widened. "Cherish this abomination?" he declared with disdain.
"It was created from you. In her misguided folly your Mistress didn't take away but added. Through this divine imprint your soul has been sanctified."
Duo countered his mate's devoted appraisal. "Evil does not have a soul."
Heero locked fire-flecked sight on his eternal soul mate. "There is good in you despite this hellish curse. From this moment forward you will no longer dwell in darkness for I will be your light." he avowed then sealed the heartfelt promise with an impassioned kiss.
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