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"Custos"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, OC, Yaoi, Lemon, Language, Violence Pairings: 5x4, 1x3x1, 2x6x2 Summary: Just as things begin looking up for the
Gundam boys, Wufei disappears. " Custos" Chapter 20 Heero pushed tiredly to his feet and crossed to Duo and Zechs. The blond shook his head. “You're exhausted. I'll be fine until you've rested.” The faerie shook his head. “It doesn't take much to heal bruises.” He lightly touched Zechs' arm and the blond flinched away. He took a breath. “Sorry.” “Don't be.” He touched the arm again and expelled enough power to heal the bruises covering the blond. “A real faerie. How extraordinary. I'd believed your kind to be extinct.” Heero turned to the wizard behind Duo and Zechs. “No, we cast spells at birth to make us appear human.” He tilted his head to the side. “Not long ago a wizard put a spell on me so I couldn't change back. Do you think you could break it?” The wizard studied him a moment, eyes narrowed. “Hm, interesting.” “What?” He shook his head. “I can't break it, but I can give you a loophole. It will allow you to change back, for a limited time, when you need to.” “That's better than nothing.” He put his hand to Heero's forehead and the faerie shivered as what felt like a cool wind washed over him. The wizard stepped back. “Now remember, that will give you no more than a few hours as a human at a time and it will be draining.” Heero nodded. “Thank you.” “Let's get back to the jet,” Duo said tightly, trying to ignore the gory mess of bone and flesh covering the floor. They left the compound, moving tiredly through the trees. “Your name is Slayn?” “Yes.” “How long were you with Antony?” His brows drew down as he looked up into the night sky. “Over thirty years,” he said sadly. Galen put a hand to his shoulder. “I am sorry.” The wizard smiled softly. “It is what it is.” “What of the other wizards?” “The others were willing, but not so powerful as I am.” He slid off the robe he wore over his clothes and held it toward Trowa. He smiled weakly. “Thank you.” Galen patted his shoulder. “Don't fear so much. You are who you were intended to be, and you're strong of body and mind. I don't see you losing your way.” “I did once.” Heero snorted. “You had amnesia, I don't think you can count that.” “Oh my, how did you get amnesia?” Slayn asked. Wufei cringed slightly as remorse filtered from Quatre. 'One of these days, you're going to have to forgive yourself.' A mental sigh was his only response. “During the war.” “Did a battle happen near where you lived?” Duo grunted. “We were the ones bringing the battles.” Slayn frowned. “You couldn't have been more than children.” “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Duo said philosophically. Slayn shrugged. “Well, I know the shifter's older, but he still would have had the same physical age in appearance." Trowa frowned. “What?” “Shape shifters don't age at the same rate as humans. Their infancy is longer by several years. Don't you recall your childhood?” He shook his head. “My earliest memories I was a child in a mercenary camp. I don't remember anything before that.” “I see. I'd say you're nearer to thirty than twenty.” Trowa studied him a moment. “Do you know much about shifters?” “I should say so. I was once married to one.” He winked. “Prettiest darn falcon I ever did see.” Duo frowned. “Falcon? I thought all shifters were panthers.” Slayn shook his head. “No, there are five breeds of shifters: lions, panthers, falcons, eagles, and even dragons are considered a form of shifter.” They looked to Daeon who nodded. “A shifter is a being that can morph from one form to another without the aid of outside spells.” “Then shouldn't werewolves have been considered shifters?” “No,” he looked to the vampires, “please don't be offended, vampires and werewolves are supernatural beings, but not mystics. We typically considered them... outcasts. Normally the races stayed separate from each other. Which is what makes this group particularly interesting.” Duo shrugged. “What can we say? We fought so well together during the wars, so we decided to stick together.” “Exactly what were your roles in the wars?” Duo nodded to each in turn. “Me, Heero, Trowa, Wufei, and Quatre, he's at the jet, were Gundam pilots. Oh, and Zechs here was, too, but we were enemies at the time.” Slayn shook his head. “I believe it is a strange life you boys lead.” Wufei snorted. “You have no idea.” ****** Raven rolled over and blinked his eyes open. Quatre looked over and smiled. “Sleep well?” “All right. Are they back yet?” “On their way. Antony is defeated, along with any bad vampire on the premises. They got Zechs back and liberated a wizard.” Raven shook his head. “You're awfully calm about all of this.” He shrugged. “I'm fairly adaptable. Are you hungry?” “A little.” He nodded and stood. “I'll be right back.” He returned a few minutes later with a sandwich and a bottle of water. Raven thanked him. “So, what exactly is the deal with you guys? Make it your life's work to hunt vampires?” “Something like that. I'm pretty new to it myself. All of us are, actually, except for Wufei. He's been fighting them for the four and a half years since he was turned.” “Are all of you supernatural beings?” He shook his head. “Aidan, Zechs and I are mates to Galen, Duo, and Wufei. We can tap into their power, but otherwise, we're human. Heero's a faerie and Trowa a shape shifter.” Raven nodded slowly. “Is the fight over? I mean, if they defeated Antony, does that mean we can all go back to happy lives?” “No. There's still one left and he's the strongest of the ancients.” “Will you go to him next?” “I think we need to rest for a while first. We're not sure where Merrick is, but I'm pretty sure he'll be sending his people after us.” “Is there anywhere safe?” “A couple of places. Galen has an estate in Tennessee and Heero's grandfather has an island. We'll discuss where to go when the others get here.” “And when will that be?” “Soon.” Raven tilted his head to the side. “Isn't it weird to have someone else in your head?” He shrugged. “It took a few days to become accustomed to it, and it was very... intense at first, but now it seems totally natural. And it isn't like his thoughts and mine are constantly going at the same time. It's like...” he sat down and cupped his chin in his palm. “It's like having a running knowledge of what's going on with him in the back of my mind. Before, when we communicated, I couldn't focus on anything else, but now I can.” Raven glanced to Aidan. “Are you and Galen the same?” He raised a shoulder. “Not exactly. I can't talk to Galen and focus on anything else. We're not as strong as Quatre and Wufei.” “What about the other two?” Aidan shook his head. “They can be connected for a short time, but that's it. Duo's power is too great.” Quatre nodded. “Especially now.” He shivered as he recalled what Wufei had told him of the shredded bodies that became so with nothing more than a flick of Duo's wrist. And Quatre was glad he hadn't tried to see through his lover's eyes as he'd considered doing. He looked to the door of the jet a moment before it opened and smiled as Wufei climbed in, followed by Duo carrying Zechs, Heero, Trowa, and some man he didn't recognize but assumed was the wizard Slayn. “Where's Daeon?” “He was tired of being in his human form and wanted to go hunting. He'll contact me later.” Duo laid Zechs down on the line of seats by the wall and pale blue eyes looked up to him. It was amazing the blond was still conscious after the ordeal he'd been through. Duo knelt on the floor and brushed blond bangs back. Zechs flinched at the initial contact. “Sorry.” Duo smiled softly. “It's understandable. Do you need anything?” “I'm thirsty,” he whispered, his normally strong voice weak. “Hungry?” He closed his eyes, stomach turning at the thought. “No.” “All right.” “I'll get it,” Quatre offered. “Thanks.” Trowa sat on the other side of the jet and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Heero sat next to him and rubbed his thigh. “You all right.” “Yeah, just tired.” Heero squeezed his thigh. They were all exhausted. “We need to go somewhere to rest for a few days.” Quatre nodded. “We were discussing that earlier. Jason's or Galen's?” All eyes turned to Duo and he shrugged. “I think I'm good for a while. So it's up to y'all.” Heero nodded. “I'd like to go to Jason's if it's all right. I'd like to see him.” “Fine with me,” Quatre said, looking to Galen. The blond nodded. “That's all right with us, too.” ****** Jason stood outside of his estate, waiting as the jet came to a full stop. It was a haggard group that left the aircraft and the elder faerie shook his head as his grandson stopped before him. “Well?” “One more to go.” Jason nodded and looked to the newcomers, his eyes widening slightly as they landed on Raven. “Who was your father?” “I don't know, sir. I was adopted when I was very young.” “You're the spitting image of an elf I once knew.” Galen tilted his head to the side. “He is part elf, sir, perhaps you could enlighten him on his heritage.” Jason looked to the vampire. “I have to be honest, I have no love lost for those of your kind.” “Jason,” Heero warned wearily and his grandfather held up his hand. “But, these two,” he pointed to Wufei and Duo, “have showed me that not all vampires give up their hearts. I assume, since they've allowed you in, that you are trustworthy. Welcome to my island.” Galen smiled and tipped his head. “Thank you, sir.” Trowa leaned into Heero, rubbing his eyes for a moment. He pushed away and waved to Jason with one hand while covering a yawn with the other. Heero frowned for a moment as his lover went inside and then released a breath and moved after him. The shifter moved into the living room. “Trowa, not here. Can't you make it-” Trowa crawled on to the sofa, curling his knees and arms to his chest. Within seconds he was in a deep sleep. Heero sighed and sat on the edge of the sofa, running his hands through cinnamon locks. The others moved into the room, worry clear on their faces. “Is he all right?” Heero cut his eyes to them. “I didn't even think to calculate the time. He's in hibernation.” Slayn nodded slowly. “I didn't think of that. Liz was a falcon.” He smiled fondly. “We had to migrate a lot.” “How long does it last?” Duo asked. “A few weeks.” The braided vampire knelt down, bracing his elbows on his knees. He cocked his head to the side. “So, like, he won't wake up no matter what?” “From time to time you can get him roused enough to get a little food into him, as long as he doesn't have to chew too much.” He smiled softly as Trowa tilted his head closer to the fingers raking through his hair, purring beginning to rise in volume from the shifter. Duo smirked. “Well, ain't that cute.” Zechs rolled his eyes, sitting heavily on the sofa. “Don't tease him. You can be just as bad.” He looked over his shoulder, taking in his lover's still shadowed eyes and pale face. He stood and held out his hand. “Come on. You need more rest.” The blond nodded and looked to Jason. “Can we use the same rooms as last time?” “That's fine.” He looked to Galen, Aidan, Raven, and Slayn. “The boys took up the room on the second floor, but there are plenty free on the third.” “Thank you,” Slayn said. “I'm grateful for your hospitality.” Heero glanced to his grandfather. “If it isn't too much trouble, Jason, can Raven and Slayn stay with you when we have to leave?” “No trouble at all, my boy.” “Thank you.” He looked back to Trowa and brushed the long bangs back so he could fully look into his face. No matter what others may have said about Heero's appearance, in his mind, Trowa was far more beautiful and graceful. Wufei pulled his lover from the room. As soon as they reached their room, Quatre tangled his hands in Wufei's hair and kissed him soundly. The Chinese vampire pushed him to the bed, kneeling over him and looking down into his pale face. “How are you feeling?” “Good. Why?” The question was barely out of his mouth before Wufei was on him. The Chinese vampire bypassed his lips to suckle at his neck before sinking his fangs in. The blond gasped softly, clinging tightly to his lover. “Fei?” 'Need you.' The mental declaration to his mind sent a surge of heat through him. He clenched his hand in Wufei's shirt, moaning softly as waves of desire flowed to and through him. He vaguely felt his back hit the mattress as Wufei continued to feed, their bodies rocking together in need. He gave over completely to his lover, allowing Wufei to strip him and he spread his legs in invitation. Wufei settled between them, stretching him as his lips reattached to his neck. Quatre had no clue when he'd grabbed the lube and didn't care enough to find out. All that mattered was they were together. Wufei pulled his fingers free and positioned himself. 'Ready?' Quatre quirked an eyebrow. 'You really have to ask?' He smirked and slid inside in one smooth thrust, licking the wound closed. Quatre rocked against him slowly, moaning softly as the hard length slid in and out of him. 'There's nothing like, or better than, being with you.' Wufei smiled softly. 'Same to you. I'm sorry we lost so much time.' Quatre shook his head, folding his arms over Wufei's shoulders. 'We have now, that's more than enough for me.' Wufei leaned down and took his lips in a passionate kiss the quickly heightened the heat between them. Quatre gasped as Wufei quickened the pace until they were slamming together. The blond slid one hand between them to wrap around his length. His head fell back and his eyes slid closed as he neared climax. Wufei raised up to his elbows to watch Quatre's face contort with ecstasy. The sounds falling from the blond were erotic enough to get a rise out of a corpse. The soft pants and mewls mixing with grunts, rising shakily as he neared orgasm were almost enough to tip Wufei over the edge without the clenching heat around him. His orgasm took him suddenly and Quatre clenched his legs tightly around him as if to make sure none of his seed escaped. The blond continued tugged at his own length until his back arched and thick streams coated his hand and stomach. He sagged back to the bed, taking deep breaths as he came back down. Cerulean eyes slit open and met obsidian. 'Love you.' He curled the blond in his arms. 'You, too.' ****** Aidan fell onto the soft bed, cuddling into the pillows. “Mm. Jason sure knows how to pick bedding.” Galen shook his head, a soft smile on his face. He crawled onto the bed and settled over his lover like a blanket. Aidan smiled and turned his head so Galen's mark was accessible. His lover kissed it several times before biting him and feeding. Aidan's eyes rolled slightly and his breath quickened. Galen pushed his lover's pants down to his knees and freed his own hardening length. He rocked his erection between the firm globes of Aidan's behind. The dark haired man groaned softly. “Please tell me you have lube.” Galen pulled away but didn't close the wound on Aidan's neck. The mate laid there, not moving as the blond searched through his bag. He returned and settled on the bed next to his lover, clamping his lips back to his neck as he coated his fingers and slid one in easily. A pleased sigh escaped Aidan's lips at the familiar and wholly welcome intrusion. He clenched his fingers on the edges of the pillows as his lover had his way with his body. By the time the third finger was added, Aidan's mouth was parted in deep gasping breaths. “Please, Galen, that's enough.” The vampire closed the wound and kissed the mark gently as he positioned himself over his mate. “I love you.” He pressed inside in shallow thrusts until he was fully seated and gave Aidan time to adjust. After centuries together, neither needed to ask or let the other know what they wanted. Both knew when they needed a little rough and tumble and when they needed slow and passionate. Tonight they need the latter and Galen expertly worked Aidan up the gentle rise of passion. He clenched his hands tighter on the pillow beneath his head, rocking back against Galen's gentle thrusts and allowing the mattress beneath him to provide adequate friction on his own length. He wasn't in a hurry to tip over the edge. He simply loved the feel of Galen inside him. One hand tangled in tousled black curls while gentle lips trailed up his neck. Aidan shivered. “Damn,” Galen whispered on a silent breath. “Hm?” “You'd think after all these years, we'd have grown tired of each other.” He raised up to his knees, pulling Aidan's hips with him. “But you're still the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on.” Aidan gasped as Galen slammed in, hitting his sweet spot. “Then you must... ah... have over... ngh... looked the faerie in our... oh... party.” Galen leaned down to nibble on Aidan's ear as he grasped his length. “I only see you.” The mate moaned loudly, pants growing in volume as Galen pushed him to the edge and over, following shortly after. They collapsed to the bed, sated and content. The vampire pulled out and cuddled the slightly smaller man to his chest. They laid in silence for several minutes, simply enjoying the moment. “I love you.” A soft snore was his only answer and Galen chuckled. “Didn't realize you were that tired.” TBC...
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