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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 5 He refused to take her calls after that, telling her that he just wanted to chill on the whole dating scene for awhile which was the honest truth. All he could think about anymore was how hot his body had become under the touch of his very male, very dominant, demon advocate. A fact the imp refused to allow him to deny. It hadn’t been anything like when he got close with his girlfriends. Maybe he really was warped beyond repair from his upbringing? He’d wanted so badly to become just another normal human kid with normal friends and a normal love life and … was it too much to ask? Ok, so even his human existence wasn’t exactly normal, but it was a lot closer than the immortal landscape of Hiiro’s realm. At least here he met other people like himself. People that would live and have children and eventually die, unlike his demon family who would be around much longer than even the earth and sky. He recalled the day he realized he would eventually die. It didn’t bother him so much that his life would be over, but knowing his kin would forever miss him made him very sad, especially for Hiiro. Hiiro. Just the thought of the Demon Lord made him feel weak and jittery. He had a hunch this is why he’d stopped holding him so much since merely touching him sent him into emotional overdrive. He was protecting him from himself, from drawing his breath so slowly he might even pass out or die wishing time would just stop and allow him to remain in his arms. He couldn’t of course, he’d be nothing more than dust and a faint memory in a few hundred years, but he couldn’t deny that his heart longed for more. Was this the same kind of coercion Wufei used on him to coax him into his bed? Perhaps, but Duo didn’t think he did it on purpose. It was just like so many other things about the Great Demon Lord, inevitably and undeniably Hiiro. The following week went by with no major disturbances to speak of other than Zechs trying to throw his weight about a bit and Hiiro pretty much ignoring it much to Duo’s relief. It had actually been pretty funny when the longhaired man's shoes suddenly burst into flame when he bent over Duo’s back to observe what he’d been working on. It wasn’t until that Friday night when Duo went home, having once again turned down a get together with his friends in favor of sulking about his little, one room hut on a silent stretch of beach nearby the school, that he was forced to face his dilemma once again. He’d been lying in his hammock watching the setting of the sun and contemplating the meaning of his life when Hiiro slowly faded into view. ‘Hi,’ he smiled, not bothering to move a comfortable muscle other than his mouth. ‘What troubles you?’ the Demon Lord asked, drifting slowly along, his presence seemingly to the right and left, or perhaps he was above... or below... or maybe right there beside him close to his ear. ‘I think I’m gay,’ Duo replied truthfully knowing there was little meaning to trying to hide anything from him. He felt that odd sort of joy wash through him that only came from knowing that he’d pleased his Master in some way as the Great Lord chuckled, an honest little laugh deep down in his throat. ‘This pleases you?’ Duo asked holding his breath, though he knew deep down there was pretty much nothing he could do that would actually displease the Demon. It still felt absolutely wonderful when he heard him say… ‘Yes,’ and suddenly nothing else mattered. He’d deal with whatever came along, right then all he wanted to do was turn and snuggle his head down into Hiiro’s chest and feel his warmth beside him. He was so content in doing this he didn’t really notice the slight indecision in the Demon Lord's dark blue eyes before they slowly warmed over and he let his arms engulf the slender boy beside him. Duo sighed deeply and cuddled up closer, reveling in the feeling of his warm body lying so close as he slowly drifted off to sleep. When he woke the next morning the first thing he noticed was that there was a terribly delicious warmth beside him and he was mildly surprised to find that it was Hiiro when he opened his violet eyes. The Master hadn’t moved a muscle, he was still looking at him with that same expressionless gaze he always had. It hurt a little, but Duo was much too elated that he was still there to be sad. ‘Mornin',’ he smiled, cuddling up again. ‘Duo?’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘What do you feel?’ ‘What?’ the longhaired boy asked, raising his head to look at him again. ‘What do you feel for me?’ ‘I… I love you,’ Duo stammered shocked by the very idea that he’d need to ask. ‘Why?’ ‘What’dyu mean why?’ the longhaired boy asked, pushing further away to sit up. ‘Everyone loves you and that’s because... well... you’re you, right?’ he told him, searching the pile of shirts on the chair for something not too smelly. ‘Zechs doesn’t,’ Hiiro teased. ‘Bet he would if you stood still long enough,’ Duo quipped, making his decision on the shirt and slipping if over his head. ‘Do you care for him?’ ‘What?!’ Duo gasped turning to face him. ‘You mean Zechs?’ he asked incredulously. Hiiro nodded. ‘Hell no!’ the longhaired boy half barked half chuckled. ‘What made you ask something like that?’ ‘He and I,’ Hiiro said evenly catching his eyes in a way that refused to let them go. ‘We are the same.’ For one wild moment Duo let himself believe the meaning of those words were that Hiiro felt the same way about him as Zechs did, then his heart sank into his toes and his eyes just about popped out of his head when he realized the horrible truth. ‘He’s a demon?!’ he gasped, feeling very much like he needed to hurl when Hiiro didn’t deny it. ‘Shit,’ he breathed, sitting on the pile of shirts in the chair since his legs weren’t about to support him anymore. ‘Did you place him here?’ he asked, curious if perhaps he’d been a plant. ‘He is my brother,’ Hiiro confessed. ‘Your... brother?’ Duo repeated uncertainly. ‘You mean like... your real brother? Like in... the same parents brother? That kind of brother?’ ‘Our Father is the sire of many,’ the Demon Lord confirmed. ‘So what? He’s like your equal?’ Duo breathed in awe, his knees quaking as he recalled all the times he’d insulted and rejected the longhaired man. ‘I have no equal,’ was Hiiro’s only reply and it left Duo feeling very ashamed for having asked, but it was suddenly overshadowed by a terror he’d never before felt in his life. ‘Kiss me,’ he hissed suddenly attacking the Master where he lay in the hammock. ‘No,’ Hiiro told him, seizing his wrist and pushing him away. ‘Please,’ Duo begged. ‘Claim me as your own,’ he pleaded, his thin body shaking from head to foot in fear and desperation. ‘He wouldn’t dare mess with me if I were…’ ‘NO!’ Hiiro growled, the sound of it traversing several dimensions at once and rebounding back to him making it seem like he’d spoken in a hundred voices at once as he effortlessly tossed the longhaired boy across the floor and stood. ‘Why?’ Duo sobbed sorrowfully, his tears already dripping from his nose to the floor where he sat in a dejected heap. For a moment Hiiro looked angry enough to seriously frighten him, but then his fury began to fade as well as the steady outline of his person as Duo looked up at him with pleading eyes. ‘You would not survive,’ he told him in a tone that purely broke Duo’s heart leaving him a wretched disgrace bawling like a baby on the weathered, wooden floor of his little hut. It took a very long time before the tears finally slowed to just a pitiful trickle, but he still didn’t have the will to pull his bruised body from the floor until he heard an oddly compelling, gravely tone waft nervously through the air. ‘Deceived you he has,’ Shagu said, leering in the bottom most corner of his open air window. Duo stared at her aged face framed by wisps of graying dark brown hair, a bulbous nose that kind of resembled a man's big toe and wide, deep brown eyes that looked as if they’d seen either way too much or way too little. ‘Go away,’ he told her, having not really heard her words but she only jumped and moved swiftly and anxiously inside his little home. With a swoosh of thick skirts and clinking of the many wooden totems of her many necklaces and pods she stood before him. ‘Spell casting!’ she gurgled pointing one bony finger at him. ‘That’s the demons way,’ she told him gaining his full attention for once. ‘What do you know of it?’ he asked, pushing himself to his feet to find he, as short as he was, stood a full head taller than her squat form. ‘Come to take you away they have,’ she told him. ‘Shagu has seen it before she has!’ she said now moving around the room in some odd little dance. ‘They come and cast spells on the ones they wish to take as their own. Drag them into the nether world they will!’ she warned, looking around nervously under the furniture. Duo paused and had a look at the shadows himself. ‘Believe Shagu, little boy,’ she growled as if she expected him to break out the straight jackets any moment. ‘It’s not like that,’ he told her, making her stop and consider him as he sat on the edge of his hammock and sighed heavily. ‘They haven’t come to take me away,’ he told her. ‘They’re trying to return me,’ he said, leaving a completely befuddled look on the old woman’s face at the tone of pure heartbreak in his voice. ‘You want to go with them?’ she asked, eyeing him warily. ‘I grew up with them,’ he explained. It was so odd having another human to talk to about all this. He’d always just assumed she was a nutcase, go figure. Well, maybe she was but she wasn’t completely wrong either. ‘Impossible!’ she retorted. ‘They would just as soon dine on your flesh.’ ‘Well, Trowa’s tried it a few times,’ he chuckled. ‘You call them by name?’ she asked looking as if her eyes might pop out. ‘Sure,’ he replied, wiping his slippery nose on one of his smeller shirts. ‘They’re my... family,’ he told her looking very sad again. ‘How could you have survived?’ she asked scooting a little closer to the door. ‘I guess cause Hiiro ...’ ‘AIIIEEEE!!!!!’ she shrieked dropping to the floor suddenly to curl up in a little ball. ‘What?!’ he gasped, looking around for some sort of danger. ‘You speak the Master's name!’ she replied in a tremulous tenor, her thin fingers shaking over her graying hair. ‘Chill out,’ he chuckled. ‘That’s what I’ve always called him. You know his name?’ he asked, curious as to how she would connect it to the Demon Lord. ‘The Gods of Kohala whisper it on dark nights when the blood moon is full and the mountain worships his Greatness,’ she told him, retaining her protective pose. ‘There are Gods on Kohala?’ he asked turning to look up at the volcano through his window. ‘The Fire God deep in the mountains heart,’ she told him finally coming out of her little ball. ‘Do these Gods have any power?’ he asked still staring contemplatively up at the peak. ‘Yeeees, yes, of course!’ she replied gleefully fairly dancing with joy. ‘And they worship Hiiro?’ She winced upon hearing the name again but continued to smile as she nodded noisily. ‘What about Zechs?’ ‘Zechs?’ she repeated looking at him blankly. ‘He’s a pervert. Why?’ she replied, waving the subject off in favor of inspecting a small beetle on the window ledge. ‘Nothing,’ Duo replied. Hm. She knew of Hiiro but not Zechs? Could Hiiro have lied to him? Well, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but he’d sure never expected him to lie about something like that. Was he just trying to drive an even wider wedge between them? Was this the final push to make his presence in this realm a permanent reality? Would they all just suddenly disappear from his life never to return? His chest hurt terribly just to think of it. ‘These gods of yours…’ he said in a very soft, thoughtful tone as he turned his huge, violet eyes upon her, ‘Do they answer prayers?’ ‘Oooh, no, no, yeeees,.. yes,’ she replied gathering her beetle in one of the pods dangling about her person. ‘But not for a long, long time. The sacrifice they demand is far to great,’ she said, absently shaking her new friend around in its little home. ‘What do they desire?’ Duo asked, already knowing the answer. ‘Your life,’ she shrugged dismissively. Duo was quiet for a time before he said quite clearly. ‘I want to speak to them.’ ‘Oooh, no,’ she replied, knowingly scuttling along the floor towards the door again. ‘You’re best dealing with your demons on your own.’ ‘Take me or I’ll go myself,’ he said sternly, stopping her in her tracks. She turned to regard him with an appraising eye. Once satisfied that he meant it she drifted back inside a ways. ‘What prayer have you that you’d be willing to die for?’ she asked, one huge brown eye twitching in anticipation. ‘Can you take me or not?’ ‘On the eve of the full, blood moon,’ she began dramatically, but Duo sighed and cut her off. ‘Look, I’m a little pressed for time here,’ he told her, knowing Hilde and Solo were probably already deep into preparations for the luau later that day. ‘Oh, alright,’ she huffed in a snit waving her bony hand at him. ‘Meet me by Tauhuna Rock tomorrow night at eleven o’clock,’ she told him slipping away again. He chuckled at her as she waddled off rattling and grumbling something about impudent young upstarts as she went.
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