|
"Viking"Written By: Na-paj Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the character's
from Gundam wing they belong to those wonderful people at Bandi. I
also do not own the book that I got the basic plot from, it belongs
to Connie Mason. I make no money from this and am only writing it
for the enjoyment of others. Rating: NC17/R Warnings: A/U, slight incest * ew sqickiness*
angst, NSC, kidnapping, slavery, MPREG, Citrus, Yaoi, ( Het is mentioned)
Evil Treize, Bastard Duo, Creepy Hilde, mean Zechs,OC's, OOC ( if
I forgot any thing let me know) status: WIP and unbetaed ( is that a word *shrugs*) Summary: This story is set in medevil times. Duo is a viking who belives that he is cursed by a witch. The only way he can free him self from the spell is to kill the witch, Heero. But he looses his soul insted. feedback, please...please...
Viking
Prologue The Isle of Man
Duo had been lured to the island bu the whisper on the wind and the sultry call of the Valkyrie. Duo the Relentless was not a superstitious man, nor one who acted recklessly, yet he had been lured to this dark shore by a powerful force more potent than his own survival instincts. His captains never questioned his orders to put ashore as his fleet of Dragon ships scraped the shoreline, nor did they stop him when he jumped into the water and waded through the surf to the sandy beach. The first born son of the powerful jarl Olaf, Duo had never led then astray. Duo's vast knowledge of the sea and trade routes had made rich men of all his Dragon ship captains and their crews. " Wait for me here," Duo ordered as the captains of his five ships waded to shore behind him. " Find a river, fill the water bags and set up camp while I explore. Tonight we will dine on fresh game." " Shall I come with you, Duo?" Duo dismissed Ulm, his most trusted captain, with a wave of his hand. " Nay, I go alone. Do not let the men stray inland. We are not here to plunder. Our ships are already filled with rich cargo from our latest raid upon the Norman coast." Ulm wagged his shaggy, unkempt hair in reproof as Duo disappeared into the thick forest of hard wood trees. Duo rarely acted acted precipitously, or without valid reason, and his men knew it. Putting to shore now made no sense to anyone but himself, Duo mused. True they were low on water, but it was not yet a problem, though Ulm might silently wonder about his decision, Duo knew Ulm would never question orders from a man who's shills and carriage had kept them all alive during countless raids across treacherous seas and hostile lands. A wary deer turned and fled at the sound on Duo's leather clad feet treading upon the damp earth and dead leaves. Duo paused, listening to the wind whispering in the trees, raising his face to the wedge of moonlight spearing through the lofty branches. Had he tried, Duo could not have explained the mysterious, seductive urgency that had beckoned him to this place. If it were magic, then he wanted naught to to do with it. Yet how else could he explain the bizarre circumstance that had lured him to the island? It was almost as if destiny had preordained his arrival on this deserted strip of beach, why? Then Duo stepped into a clearing and saw a vision that made his heart thump with in the confines of his chest. The boy was bathing in a narrow stream, in a moon-dappled glen, his shiny dark hair hung to his neck in a rippling wave, he was young and beautiful and exquisitely fashioned. Not large and strapping like vikings, but small and delicately put together. A throbbing began in Duo's loins. // He had to have him.// The boy turned slightly, as if sensing his presence. Duo sucked in a ragged breath, captivated by a lean, lightly muscled chest crested by a pair of caramel nipples. Duo's mouth went dry with longing. Thor's hammer! This boy was lovelier than any god, Duo thought as his expression turned lustful. The throbbing in his loins was almost painful now as his shaft swelled and hardened. his gaze slid past the boy's chest to linger on his narrow waist, than down further. The boy's hips were gently rounded, almost feminine, but not quite. His legs were long and lean and the dark, mysterious patch, half hidden in shadow, between the boy's legs, seemed to beg for the touch of Duo's hands and mouth. Duo must have moaned, for the boy looked in his direction, poised like a frightened deer on the verge of flight. Duo stepped from the shadows into the moonlight. The boy - he could hardly be called a man- gasped, apparently frozen by fear as he spied the fierce viking warrior, a man his people had learned to fear. Vikings had terrorized his island for years, but none had landed so close to his home before. Never had Heero seen so fierce a warrior, the man not
much taller then he, but no less intimidating. Golden Auburn hair
escaped from beneath his iron helmet, sweeping over his shoulders,
he was beardless. He wore a shirt of ring link mail that reached to
mid thigh and a tunic beneath it that left most of his arms bare.
His flat soled boots were made of leather and were laced up his legs
to Heero's attention was drawn to the silver buckle adorning his leather belt, and the assortment of weapons the man carried. Duo's sword was long ( not like that you hentai!) it's hilt finely carved and decorated with silver. A throwing ax, dagger and battle ax were thrust into his belt. Even in the darkness Heero sensed the violence in this man and fear shuddered through him. The shudder seemed to release him from his frozen stance and he turned to flee. Duo knew the moment the boy decided to flee and reacted
swiftly, Heero and scarcely taken a single step before Duo reached
him, jerking Heero against him. " Do not go" Duo said his
voice made rough with lust. " Who are you? Are you real or a
figment of mt imagination?" Heero stared at him, apparently stunned to hear him speak to him in his own Gaelic tongue. " Who are you?" Duo repeated, Heero raised his eyes to the his and the breath was knocked from Duo's chest, his eyes! They were so vivid blue that he dared not stare too long lest they bewitch him. But it was too late. He was forever and irrevocably lost in those captivating depths. Duo's gaze lowered slightly to Heero's lips. Full, lush and enticing. if he did not taste them he would surely perish. Duo was a man who took what he wanted, and he hungered for this boy. Unaccustomed to asking for what he wanted Duo crushed the entrancing boy against his chest and kissed him with all the fury and passion he was capable of. Overwhelmed by the untamed marauder, the boy uttered a protest and tried to defend himself against the obscenity this viking intended for him. Rapine and plunder. Heero whimpered, frightened and bruised as Duo plundered his mouth, his chest and stomach wore the imprint of Duo's mail and his buttocks bore the marks on the Viking's hands. Heero wrestled his mouth free and cried out " NAY!" The husky quality of his voice sent shivers of awareness through Duo. " So, you can speak, who are you boy?" Duo held the boy like a vice with one hand while caressing Heero's bruised chest with the other. Heero shook his head, determined no tell this viking nothing, he was frightened out of his wits at the thought that this brutal an may be the viking the old Celtic wizard, J , had described from a vision he had had many years ago. According to J, his future and that of a Norseman were intertwined. Surely this savage viking was not the man fate had given him. God would not be so cruel, so unfeeling, would he? " I do not care who you are, boy." Duo said roughly. " I will have you nonetheless." Duo lifted Heero in his arms and bore him to the ground. Heero gazed into Duo's violet-blue eyes and knew he had to escape. What the viking wanted to do to him was wrong and sinful. When Duo knelt above him to remove his mail, Heero gathered his wits and reacted with a daring he had not known he possessed. Bending his knees, he kicked Duo backward onto his rump, then Heero leapt to his feet while Duo was struggling to rise. Heero turned and ran into the shadowy forest. Grunting in dismay, Duo sprinted after the boy, but burdened as he was by his armor and weapons he was no match for the fleet-footed boy. He had escaped him. " Thor take you!" Duo's cures thundered through the forest, disturbing all manner of night animals. He ached with unrequited need and he had a dreadful premonition that no man or woman would ever please him as the mystery boy would have. One word came to mind ' Witchcraft!' The boy cast a spell upon him. He had bewitched him. Duo had to flee now or risk his soul. A short time late the five Dragon ships slipped from the shore and sailed into the dark mist rising from the sea. tbc...
|
