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"Duo's Demons"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Action/Adventure, Angst, fluff, non-graphic
lemon, ssssssap, yuckables ^-^ Pairings: Eventual 1x2, 3x4, background 1x5, attempted
2xOC but Duo isn’t having much luck getting laid *snicker* go figure Summary: An ancient Demon Lord is intrigued by
a child that one of his favored few finds after his family had been
annihilated by others of their kind. The Demon decides to keep the
child as his presence brings some relief from the overwhelming boredom
of his infinite reign. However, things change after a time in which
the amusing child grows into a devastatingly beautiful young man.
"Duo's Demons" Ch 1 It was as it had always been. As it eternally would be. The mountains. The plains. The ever present sky. How long? How long had it been? How long would it remain? A small wisp of wind dared to invade his field of vision stirring up the dusty ground, the small, transparent dust devil responsible, suddenly choking and falling lifeless to the hard earth under the Master's deadly gaze. Its life and death might have once at least amused the Great Lord, but now… after all this time… He could remember a time when his blood moved quickly through his veins, when all manner of life cowered in fear and souls were devoured in a feeding frenzy that had lasted decades in the human world, but even the thought of dominating the incipient fools of that world no longer held any meaning for him. The middle ages had been a lot of fun, but one can only stand so much before it all just becomes boring. And so he was. Long since had the others of his kind abandoned him leaving him to his silence. Those who did venture near usually lost their lives like the daring, little dust devil that lay limp and translucent before his Master’s steady gaze. However, there were a favored few. Their infrequent visits served to ease the loathsome pain in his heart. Still, how long had it been since even one of these honored ones had come? A hundred years? Five? A thousand? For a moment the odd feeling of curiosity brushed across his mind. He hadn’t felt it in so very long it almost seemed like a foreign emotion. Why had they not come? Had they completely forsaken him or where they simply waiting? Perhaps they were preoccupied? Hn. For the first time in eons he suddenly felt the desire to move. His body refused to obey his command at first as if the connection between mind and limb had been long forgotten, then... in the far off distance his sharp, piercing eyes watched a huge flock of crows pepper the skyline as they rose from their perch in an old elm tree, their ethereal awareness warning them of the Great Lord's imminent return as the years of caked on, crusty terra that had come to rest on the Master’s long lashes stirred and took flight when his huge lids came crashing down. The very mass of the mountain on which his massive throne had been carved shuddered and groaned in protest as long neglected muscles contracted, dislodging the encrusted body of the Great Lord. Large boulders coming loose from around his shoulders where time and age and the very mountain itself had thought to encase him, came crashing down to break against the ground. Each huge, crimson hand flexing, sending smaller stones popping out of their tightly wedged homes to glance off the groaning cliff side as the Master lifted his huge form. Enormous, black horns protruded from the sides of his head, a vermilion brow over piercing blue eyes as dark as the twilight sky, black lips that parted allowing his seeping, acidic breath to softly escape as he growled deep in his chest. The vibrations reminded him of times long past when he used the sounds to communicate with others as he spread his massive, red leather wings, lifted his throat to the dark gray sky and gave a horrendous roar that sufficiently drowned out the sickening sound as the Earth screamed. ** ‘No!’ ‘Come on! Give it!’ ‘Back off! It’s mine!’ He knew the voices. Apparently his favored few had not abandoned him as they were the first he’d come upon in his wanderings. They had kept themselves reasonably close by. This was some small comfort to him, but at the moment he was more concerned with what it was they were fighting over. Whatever it was, it sure was noisy. ‘Lets see what it tastes like!’ ‘NO! GIVE IT BACK!’ ssssssssssssssss ‘AH! Damn it!’ ‘I’m gonna toast your whole damn head if you don’t give it back! Your making it cry!’ ‘It’s been doing that since you found it! Let’s just eat it!’ ‘Show me.’ ‘My Lord!’ ‘Master!’ Both the auburn hared imp and the sky-bright, sun sprite stood in absolute stunned silence as he Great Lord moved purposefully closer to them to get a look at whatever it was that was making the awful racket. It lay on a stone, cradled in the small dip in its crest wriggling like mad and wailing loudly. It’s pug little feet and hands flailing about kicking the dank, dirt and blood stained cloth that was carelessly wrapped around it off its little pink body as its tears plastered the long chestnut bangs that hung in its chubby little face to its temples. It looked familiar somehow... he’d seen something like this in the past at some point but it had been so long ago. ‘What is it?’ ‘It’s a child!’ the sun sprite gushed excitedly. ‘It’s mine...’ ‘Just because you found it!’ the imp growled snatching the screaming thing up by one leg. ‘PUT IT BACK!’ the sprite bellowed sending another sizzling ray of light at the imp that crackled and smoked as it burned off a small portion of his long bangs. ‘We should offer it to our Lord!’ the imp giggled madly dodging another bright ray of light by vanishing and reappearing a few feet away before sticking his tongue out gleefully. ‘It’s mine to give!’ ‘Selfish pixie!’ ‘Arrogant elf!’ ‘Where did it come from?’ ‘I found it!’ the sprite enthused proudly finally managing to retrieve the wailing child from the grinning imp. ‘It was abandoned in a glen…’ ‘Liar!’ ‘It was!’ ‘The umbra killed its clan,’ the imp revealed looking very haughty and smug as if he’d revealed a forbidden secret. ‘So! I still found it!’ ‘Would you like a taste, My Lord?’ the imp grinned making the sun sprite pale even further than his usual luminescence. ‘Give it to me.’ The little sprite looked severely put out but obeyed without question, laying the now naked, wailing child in his Master's huge, crimson palm while the imp giggled and made faces at him in the background. Slowly the huge Demon Lord raised the infant up, bringing the struggling, little form within inches of his gigantic face. A soft tremor of a growl rumbled in his throat as he slowly breathed in the child’s scent, much like that of a lion surveying its kill. The imp settled, the anticipation glowering in his clear, emerald eyes as the sprite's crystal aquamarine turned to the ground, unwilling to watch. Slowly and with great control, the Demon Lord's ebony lips parted, his black tongue slipping from between jagged teeth, as long as a man's hand to brush tentatively along the child’s stomach. ‘Does it taste good?’ the imp gleamed manically then, ‘Ah!’ he barked as a sharp ray of light pierced his left temple sending him crashing to the ground and writhing in pain as the sprite chuckled in smug satisfaction. ‘Yes’ was the Demon Lord's only response before he suddenly jerked and jumped back wiping his nose and staring incredulously at the little infant in his palm. The others looked on in mild shock and horror. ‘What happened?!’ ‘What’s wrong!?’ A low peal of laugher, so dark and insidious it sent the sun sprite scurrying to hide behind the imp, suddenly rose on the air as the darkest part of the Dark Lord's shadow took on a life and substance of its own, rising from the ground to solidify into a gold and ebony shape beside him. ‘It pissed in his face,’ the umbra laughed. A moment later his solidity was severely displaced as the Great Lord flicked him like a fly and sent his substance scattering around the clearing. This did nothing to dampen his merriment however, and he continued to laugh as boldly as you please until he had reformed himself. ‘Just for that you can’t have any,’ the imp sneered standing protectively between the umbra and the sprite. ‘I’ve had my fill,’ the dark creature smirked. ‘You killed his clan?’ the sprite asked stepping bravely from behind his living shield. ‘Of course,’ he grinned just before his head splattered into a hundred little black blobs as the Master once again flicked him with his finger. ‘Alright! Geez that stings you know?!’ he groused pulling himself back together and glaring up at the smirking Demon. ‘It wasn’t actually me, but I know...’ Splurt! ‘Ag!” *sigh* Ok, I didn’t have anything to do with it... happy now?!’ he growled once again pulling his shadowy form back together. The Master's response was a smile and to run his long, black, first finger claw up the umbra’s spine leaving him shuddering where he stood. ‘Welcome back, My Lord,’ the umbra smiled dreamily. ‘It’s very noisey,’ the Lord mused cocking one ebony brow at the little, crying baby. ‘Perhaps your true form frightens it,’ the sprite mused. The Demon looked down at himself taking in his crimson and black body, the perfectly sculpted muscles, long, sharp black claws... even the slight peripheral view he could see of his massive onyx horns and … after a moments contemplation in which he looked at the squirming child in his palm, his shape began to shift. In the blink of an eye the impressive figure of the Demon Lord had been replaced by a much less imposing form that stood there for a long moment holding the wailing child until it suddenly, and quite mercifully, ceased. He now held the child in one arm since it would no longer fit in his palm, its warm chestnut head cradled in his hand, the thick tendrils of its hair soft against his fingers as the child blinked watery, violet eyes and started up at him. It was cute when it wasn’t bawling. And for whatever the reason, he found he liked its scent so he brought it once again to his lips, lips that were now a warm taupe set in a bronzed face and tasted him one more time, running a now pink tongue up his salty cheek effectively washing away its tears. It giggled. He froze. That one small sound had sent a rush of feeling through him he’d never felt before. He had no idea what in all of Hell it was but it was different! It was new and he desperately wanted to feel it again so he tried again and the small child in his hand giggled obligingly latching onto the long bangs that now curtained his dark blue eyes. Once again the rush flooded his veins bringing a small smile to his lips. ‘My Lord?’ the sprite inquired softly, cautiously. ‘What is your intention?’ the Demon asked without taking his eyes from the little violet lights of the child’s. ‘I... was going to keep it,’ the sprite replied sounding a tad bit shaken. ‘We could make it into a stew,’ the imp suggested happily sitting on an invisible chair in the air behind his luminous friend as he dangled his long legs beneath him. ‘You can’t eat it!’ the sprite snapped. ‘Wouldn’t be much fun to torture it at this age,’ the umbra sighed. ‘You may not,’ the Master said still smiling at the little baby in his arms. The others all looked at each other quizzically and waited for any further instruction or comment from their Lord. It didn’t come for a very long time. Not until the little child became restless and began to cry softly again. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ the Lord asked shocking his fellows further by acknowledging the child as a true being and calling it him. ‘He’s probably hungry,’ the sprite suggested. ‘Food?’ the Demon mused. Yes... humans needed such things. ‘What would he eat?’ he asked. ‘At this age,’ the sprite smiled coming closer. ‘I believe they are still feeding on their mother’s milk.’ ‘But his mother is dead,’ the umbra reminded them with an eerie grin. ‘Shall I get the pot?’ the imp tossed in helpfully. ‘Find him another mother,’ the Demon commanded settling himself down in a niche between a boulder and a stone. ‘And bring me the cloth,’ he added eyeing the little baby's crotch warily. ‘Will you take him as your own then?’ the umbra asked as the imp and sprite scurried off to do their Master’s bidding. ‘He… amuses me,’ the Demon Lord replied still smiling at the child who had stopped crying in favor of chewing on his shirt tail. ‘He is human,’ the umbra reminded him, kneeling down in a formal position of expectancy beside him. ‘And I am a God,’ the Demon countered without the slightest hint of malevolence in his tone, yet the umbra was visibly shaken by his words. They said nothing more for a very long time, until the child had dozed off and the umbra’s legs had gone numb from sitting on them. ‘You object,’ the Demon finally said cradling the baby in the crick of his arm and gently rocking him as they spoke. ‘I’m jealous,’ the shadowy creature stated. This seemed to amuse the Lord enough that he raised his eyes from the baby's sleeping form to grace his companion with that little smile, but it shifted and changed somehow and by the time he was looking the umbra in his black, diamond eyes it carried with it a deeper, darker intent. ‘Of me…’ he asked reaching out to slip one hand behind his ebony head and pull him closer, ‘Or the child?’ he grinned kissing him slowly. ** ‘Duo... ah… wait…’ ‘It’s ok... it’ll be alright.’ ‘I... I can’t.’ ‘Lindsey,’ the longhaired boy growled moving as far on top of his date as the cramped backseat would allow. ‘Stop!’ ‘Damn it!’ the boy swore in frustration as he jerked back leaving the girl flustered, ruffled and frightened. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said so softly he almost missed it, straightening her shirt as she sat up. ‘You’re the one that wanted to come up here!’ he growled, the anxiety in his teenage body still burning brightly under his determined control. ‘I know,’ she replied in a tiny little tone that spoke of deepest regret. When she’d suggested this spot for their customary make out session after their Saturday night date, Duo had understood that she was finally ready to take the next step in their relationship but, ‘I’m sorry’ she apologized again. ‘Something just feels...’ ‘Wrong,’ Duo sighed in resignation. ‘Look Lindsey. This just isn’t working out.’ ‘NO!’ she barked suddenly horrified. ‘What then?!’ he snapped a little more forcefully than he meant to, instantly subduing the discombobulated girl. ‘Sorry,’ he said feeling guilty for frightening her. Why in the hell was she so scared anyway? They’d been going out for over a month, they got along. Hell, he’d even introduced her to his friends! ‘Duo,’ she finally said breaking the uncomfortable silence that had descended between them. ‘I want you,’ she told him sniffling softly. ‘Really I do... it’s just…’ ‘What?’ he prompted in a much kinder but just as tired tone. ‘Whenever we get ... close,’ she whispered looking down at her hands as if she thought someone might hear ‘I get scared.’ ‘There’s nothing to be scared of,’ Duo assured her, his manor flip flopping back to one of encouragement as he turned to face her again. ‘I’d never do anything to hurt you,’ he promised taking her trembling hand in his. ‘You know that,’ he assured her leaning in to kiss her softly. She responded in kind as she always did, hungrily lapping up the affection and they soon found themselves back at the brink. ‘Duo.’ ‘It’s ok...’ ‘Ah... n...no.’ ‘Lindsey please… don’t do this,’ he pleaded knowing he couldn’t take much more of her hot and cold attitude. The words seemed to bolster her nerve and for the first time they stepped passed the point of no return as he slowly started to push her jeans down. She gasped, bucked then began to scream hysterically as she clawed her way out from under him, stumbling and tripping over her feet as she exited the car and took off running at break neck speed down the little, dark, dirt road that lead back to civilization. Duo sat for a long moment blinking after her fleeing form before a sinking feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. ‘Wufei. Damn it,’ he swore, his words catching in his throat as he spun around in time to see the shadow on the ceiling of the car slowly drip down toward him, black onyx eyes shimmering in the pitch ooze. He scampered back away from the terrifying shadow as a little slit opened up in it grinning as it shined, pointed, bright white teeth that he knew very well could rend his flesh from his bones as the familiar visage of his umbra guardian took shape before him. ‘Hello, Duo,’ the creature smiled slinking down into the seat beside him, his body solidifying into one that was virtually indistinguishable from any other human, save for those pointed teeth and the absolute lack of humanity in his black eyes. ‘What the fuck did you do to Lindsey?’ the braided boy snarled regaining his composure somewhat. The shadow demon had always given him the willies no matter how hard he tried to adapt. ‘I only wanted to watch,’ the umbra purred slipping just a little closer to the boy which in turn made Duo scoot further away. ‘You let her see you didn’t you?’ he growled. Wufei grinned and moved in some more. ‘You’ve been messing with her all along haven’t you?’ the boy asked shrinking away as the other darted in and licked his nose. ‘Damn it, Fei’ the boy sighed. ‘I really liked her.’ ‘She’s not the one for you,’ the umbra purred moving silkily so that he was positioned to easily push the boy down into the position he’d had Lindsey in a few moments before. ‘I can satisfy your needs,’ he told him capturing his violet eyes with his gaze. Duo couldn’t look away, his heart was hammering so hard he could feel it in his toes, but he still had control of his thoughts and his tongue. ‘Hiiro’s gonna take you apart and keep you in jars if you keep this up,’ he warned. ‘That rule only applies if you are … unwilling,’ the umbra grinned pressing in until his mouth covered Duo’s in one, smooth, liquid motion that made him moan in ecstasy even though his mind was screaming to get away. He’d done this before, taken advantage of the boy’s frustration to coerce him into a favorable position. It seemed to be his main objective as of late to see to the boy’s virginity himself, but while he was under Hiiro’s protection there wasn’t a lot he could do. The only loop hole was that if it was consensual, the Dark Lord might not rend him into pieces so tiny it would take him ten years to gather them back up again. Hence, the need to attack while the iron was hot. As in when Duo was so worked up and frustrated from a month of near misses with this new girlfriend he couldn’t possibly resist the subtle charms of a determined shadow demon. This, of course, only worked if Hiiro didn’t catch on. A possibility that was suddenly realized when the sound of groaning metal and cracking glass pulled the pair out of their rapturous entanglement. Wufei quit kissing him and laid his body protectively over top of the violet-eyed boy as the glass and rivets popped loose slicing into his solidified form as the roof of the car was slowly peeled back like the pop top of a soda can. He didn’t mind the cuts and wounds though because he knew if he let so much as a chestnut hair on the boy beneath him be harmed he’d be in much, much worse condition than a few cuts that would heal the moment he gave up his humanoid form. ‘Uh… My Lord,’ Wufei grinned rolling off of the boy when the sounds and motion stopped to stare into the deadly glaring eyes of his Demon Master. ‘Get the fuck off me!’ Duo snarled kicking at the umbra, but his foot just went right though him as he slipped into his nonessential state and floated out of the car, rematerializing a few feet away with an evil little smirk on his face. With a flick of Hiiro’s wrist his clothes suddenly disappeared leaving him naked as a jay bird and effectively wiping the smirk away. Duo however, roared with laugher. Hiiro smiled. ‘What’s so funny?’ Trowa asked, popping into existence beside the braided boy and startling him half out of his skin. ‘Don’t do that!’ Duo growled jumping back, but he was no longer paying attention to the boy as he to erupted in a fit of giggles at the sight of the blushing shadow demon standing nearby. ‘T…tried it again did you?’ the imp laughed. ‘Tried what?’ Quatre asked phasing in, his still translucent form also bursting out laughing when he saw Wufei. He was incapable of forming a solid figure at night in this realm for the lack of the sun's warm rays, just as Wufei had a hard time coping after dawn. This, in no way, stopped him from participating however, as he piled up on the ground with Trowa in a fit of laugher. ‘D.. did he at least buy you dinner?’ the imp cackled. ‘Shut up,’ Duo groused leaning on his sardine can car. When the other two saw it they busted up even harder latching onto each other dramatically. ‘Oh, Duo!’ Trowa wailed pinning the blond boy under him in a blatant over dramatization. ‘Wufei! No! No! Please don’t!’ Quatre played along allowing the taller boy to pin his arms and ravage his neck where he lay on top of him. ‘It’s not funny!’ Duo snapped, but there was no menace in it as he was having a hard time not laughing at the ridiculous image of an imp and a sprite in playful combat and Wufei standing there with crimson cheeks. ‘That’s the third time he’s run off my girl!’ he said keeping his tone as serious as he could. ‘She was unworthy,’ Hiiro said smoothly. ‘I’ll decide whose worthy!’ Duo snapped, instantly sobering the moment the words left his mouth and backing nervously against the car. Hiiro’s expression had not changed, but the entire clearing had gone dead quiet, not a movement or a sound. Not even the crickets or the wind dared to stir. For a long moment nothing happened then the Lord's dark eyes shifted, carrying with them the weight of ten thousand centuries as he slowly advanced on his trembling ward. ‘I’m sorry,’ Duo whispered desperately pressing himself into the car so hard he knew the door handle would leave a bruise, but the Demon Lord ignored his apology for the most part, his expression only darkening further as he came to stand directly in front of the frightened boy. He just looked at him for a long moment taking in the shimmering moonlight in his hair, how softly his skin glowed and the terrified sparkle in the depths of his bottomless, violet eyes then he leaned in, ever so slowly, painfully so and Duo felt every hair on his body stand on end as he brushed his cheek along the boy’s, breathing deeply of the scent that had intrigued him so few years ago. This was not an uncommon occurrence though it had all but stopped happening in the past year or so. The Dark Lord would often call him and just hold him endlessly soaking up his scent, tasting his skin much as he was doing now as he ran his tongue along the line of his jaw sending shivers all over his body. It wasn’t until recently, in the past couple of years that he’d been allowed to live in the human world that he started to get the feeling that one day the disguised Demon would take a bite out of him and that’d be all she wrote. He’d never seen his true form but he understood that in it he would be easily capable of devouring him with little effort. However, this was not the reason his knees were threatening to give out. Wufei’s charm was like a poke in the eye with a sharp needle compared to Hiiro’s. Duo had no doubt that if the Demon chose to dine on him he’d offer himself up willingly to his appetite without a second thought. Such was the power of the Over Lord. It seemed, however, that tonight he would be allowed to live as the blue eyed devil moved gracefully away. The moment he did the crickets began to sing and the wind picked back up and Trowa went back to nibbling on Quatre’s neck, but the laugher was completely absent from their antics now. The smirk had also returned to Wufei’s lips as Hiiro turned his attention from the shivering boy before him to that of the shadow demon. Duo dared a deep breath of relief as he moved away, slipping up to the ebony creature and silently taking him in his arms and kissing his smiling lips. ‘I want the sun,’ Quatre gasped as the game had taken on a much more serious tone and Trowa was pretty much already crawling down his pants. Not another word was spoken between them as they both faded out of sight, their forms winking out just as Wufei and Hiiro’s began to loose validity. ‘Hey!’ Duo grumbled. ‘What about my car!?’ he shouted, but the demons weren’t paying him any attention. Hiiro’s presence had wiped out Wufei’s mind and Hiiro himself wasn’t one known to tolerate interruptions when he was fraternizing with the shadow demon. ‘God Damn it!’ the longhaired boy yelled tossing a rock through the air where the Demon Lord and his charge had just disappeared. ‘Why is it I’M the only one that doesn’t get laid!?!?’ he roared at the uncaring sky.
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