I do not own the “Gundam
Wing” characters, nor did I make any money off of this project, so please no
suing. Various pairings, yaoi, AU.
The Completion Of Death
What is in your soul?
“Oh,
Trowa.”
Whispered,
purring, the sound was all passion, all love incarnate. Quatre’s head leaned
back, blonde wisps flying across the pillow as the soft flesh of his glistening
body was washed in a pallid moon glow. His eyes squeezed shut while his face contorted
into sweet pain, then relaxed. His hands blindly brushed across the face that
hung above him, feeling the heat of the flesh as he moved upward slowly.
A
glint of sea-green flashed as his eyes slightly opened. “I missed you so, my
Trowa,” he hissed, his voice husky and rough.
“And
I you, my lord,” he murmured, burying his face into the crook of his king’s
neck. He pushed in again, slowly, his body moving with feline grace.
The
boy arched underneath him, his lover’s length diving in deeper. “I am not your
king here, Trowa,” he hissed. “Here, I am your lover.”
They
writhed on the bed, twisting and turning under the radiance of the moon. Both
bodies suddenly tensed, whispers of promises and affections carried out into
the night on fiery lips.
“My
lord,” Trowa murmured as he laid beside the boy king, entangling him in a loose
embrace, lightly kissing his cherub face. “Is it my lord’s will for me to
return to my own room?”
Quatre’s
eyelids clamped down, sighing, frustrated. “Trowa, I do believe that we have
moved beyond that stage, don’t you?”
“I
suppose, my Lord,” he whispered.
“Stop
it!” Quatre yelled, sitting up. Sheets fell away from his body, revealing a
tight torso covered in a thin glimmering sheen of sweat. His eyes stared at his
lover, anguish riding high in them. “You have just made love to me, and yet you
still call me ‘my lord’ I am not that person to you any longer!” He looked down
suddenly, a little sheepish. “At least, if you would have it that way.”
Trowa
stared at the boy, noting the scarlet blush that had crept into the pale flesh
of his cheeks and the way his eyes stared at his fumbling hands. Face
impassive, he reached over and gathered him into his arms, kissing the
disheveled golden threads.
“My
l- Quatre,” he hissed, stopping himself. “What am I to say? Of course I would
have you, however, it may not look good for your kingdom.”
“I
did not ask to become king,” he murmured in return. “I did ask to be with you,
though, my love. It has been all I have ever wanted.”
“Then
I shall try to fulfill your every wish,” Trowa replied, tightening his hold a
little. “I shall be whatever it is you want me to be.”
“I
want you to be you,” Quatre whispered, the edges of sleep coloring his vision.
“Nothing more than that.”
Trowa
noted the king’s breathing smoothing out into a repetitive pattern, and sighed.
To tell the king the truth could mean damnation and abandonment, for him and
the world, but how could he keep something of this importance from his lover?
“My
lover…” The words sounded so foreign to him, like angelic terms that his tongue
was not allowed to speak for fear of corruption. He shook his head, wild hair
shaking. The protection of his king always came first, and if the lies would
protect him, so be it.
Wufei
said nothing as he listened from the window, the quiet drifting moans floating
over to his ears. He sighed, kicking a nearby stone, sending it skittering
across small mounds of dirt. He had found his lord all right, but he had never
expected it to be like this.
“My
lord,” he hissed, his voice hushed. “My lord.”
Dimly,
he felt his hand slide of its own volition to the hilt of his ornate sword and
stroke it. That damn Knight had twisted his poor lord’s innocent mind, using
the naďveté the king exhibited to his advantage. The young Quatre had been
manipulated, all for lust of that damn Knight!
He
will pay! I will have justice for Lord Quatre!
Duo
growled, primal, feral, animalistic. Heero slept only a few feet away, inside
the rented room of the inn, and here he was, out in the cold, alone. He pouted
under the ashen glow of the moon, kicking up a small pile of dirt.
I
need to be in there, damnit! he cursed, brushing the dangling bangs away
from his amaryllis eyes.
He
watched as the boy rolled over and towards the window, the bed and boy so close
that Duo could have literally reached over and touched him. He’s beautiful
too! he thought, sighing slightly. He hasn’t changed in the least these
last ten thousand years. He’s still so goddamn tempting!
The
light bathed the angel in a divine glow, the normal harshness of his features
softening under the pale radiance. His hair, tousled, played with, fell across
his face and teased his cheeks. His lips were ever so slightly parted, looking
so enticing, so alluring.
Stop
it! Duo reprimanded. This is only going to drive you crazy! You must
really be a masochist to be putting yourself through this much agony!
The
boy sat down on a nearby log, watching hungrily as the angel lashed out against
nightmare devils, mumbling incoherent names. Duo brought the end of his
chestnut plait over his shoulder and began playing with it.
I
wonder if he’s dreaming of me, he thought. I wonder if he has thought of
me at all these last ten centuries, or should I say, if he thought of me at all
other than his enemy and mission.
“Heero!
I’m so bored! Let’s go do something!”
Regardless
of the complaining, the place seemed unmarred by the presence of the two boys.
The sky was a permanent shade of fire, a deep scarlet underlain with threads of
pure gold and blazing orange. The grass was lush and emerald, licking the
parted dirt path for a small road. Trees, giant, majestic, stood towering over
the two boys as they walked, covering them in a cool comforting shade.
The
cobalt eyes flickered over to the whining voice, his face open and smiling, his
voice a gentle whisper of contentment. “You know we’re here on business, so
relax and go find something to do.”
Duo,
pouting, plopped down onto the ground, a small puff of dirt wafting lazily up.
He fell back, staring up at the swirling sky, watching the golden wisps of
clouds slide by, all the while absentmindedly stroking the long black shaft of
the glowing scythe that lay beside him. “But this is so boring! I wish He would
hurry up already!”
“Just
be quiet and wait,” Heero muttered, taking a place beside him.
“Oh,
easy for you to say,” Duo mumbled. He rolled over, grabbing the thin waist of
boy beside him, forcing him to lie down on his back. “I know how we can occupy
our time.”
“We
really shouldn’t,” Heero murmured, eyes arguing with whatever protesting words
poured out.
Duo
crawled atop him, his body covering the length of the angel’s. “I’ll stop once
I know you really want me to,” he whispered, and then began to devour his
mouth. Heero’s lips relaxed under the onslaught of the kiss, softening then
swelling beneath the force, his hands flying up to unbraid the customary plait
in the demon’s hair.
“I
love you,” whispered the angel beneath the lips.
Duo
pulled back, his amethyst eyes sparkling. “You know I love you as well,” he
hissed, pushing his face against the soft hand of his lover. “Always and until
the end of time.”
Heero
smiled, something beautiful in its simplicity and heartfelt notion, and pulled
the boy back down atop him. He ate at the lips, biting them in a soft clench
and pulling. Duo shuddered, his breath coming faster, his hands diving into the
dark locks of his partner.
And
next thing the passion-filled demon knew, he was pushed off and flying through
the air, with Heero scrambling to his feet. “He’s here.”
“Damn,
He always has the worst timing,” Duo muttered, dusting himself off and walking
back over to Heero.
Nothing
changed in the small field; no new figure or any clue of a visitor was made
evident. Both boys fell to one knee in a manner of utter respect and
benevolence, heads hanging as their hair fell and covered their faces. Heero’s
shirt, just a simple green satin tunic, split with a subtle tearing sound, and
massive, dove-like, white feathered wings spewed forth, flapping then settling
against the tattered satin. Duo grimaced slightly, leathery black wings
shredding through the black tunic and relaxing against his now bare back.
We
have many matters to discuss, my children.
The
boys said nothing, faces impassive, remaining in their humble positions. The
voice burned into their cores, leaving marks in the wake of the words. It was
neither male nor female, but rather an androgynous loudness that was fire and
ice all in one, comfort and fear in each syllable.
I
cannot allow this affair to continue. It is immoral in every sense of the word.
“Lord,”
Duo said, snapping his head to look straight ahead and seeing nothing. “Please,
I beg you. Rethink this.”
Do
not question my ideas, Duo, my child. You both come from separate worlds, and
thus, cannot be allowed to continue this ridiculous affair.
Duo
flashed a look over to Heero, his beloved Angel of Life, and was not surprised
to see the diamond tears that trickled down his smooth cheeks. More on impulse
than anything else, he leaped over and wrapped the weeping boy into his tight
embrace.
“You
cannot separate us!” Duo screamed.
You
would risk your own lives for your affections?
Duo
nodded, feeling the strong hands of his lover clench his arms in encouragement.
“Yes, my lord, we would.”
And
Heero, my child, would you also do such a thing?
Heero
looked up, tears refusing to cease their relentless cascade. “Yes, my lord.”
I
see. This was expected, however. I dreaded doing such an act, but I see no
other alternative, I’m afraid. Thus, you shall all be damned for your actions.
“Damned?”
Heero hissed, head snapping up and peering through his lover’s arms.
Yes, my child. You will be earthbound for the remainder
of eternity, never to witness the glory of the Higher Plane again until your
curse is ended. If you should ever meet in a sinful lover’s fashion again, the
world and all of its people shall be forfeited.
“You
would kill everyone to get us to cease our affair?” Duo screamed, arms
tightening.
I
will not destroy anything; you shall, if you meet again under sheets. Your
traitorous affair will not be tolerated! An angel and a demon cannot be allowed
to carry on the way you have! I have been lenient thus far.
“Damn
you!” Duo hollered, voice cracking as his own tears began to fall.
How you disappoint me, my children. I know that your
compassion and love for the humans will not allow you to destroy them and their
fragile world, and for that, I thank you, as I am sure they do.
Perhaps I am wrong, though, and you would forfeit
humanity for your impure lust. Thus, I shall have to take precautions.
Heero began screaming, face
squeezing and twisting in agony. His fingers clawed relentlessly at the flesh
of Duo’s arms, writhing in his tight embrace. A few feathers, pure and soft,
fell from his wings, fluttering lazily down to the ground.
“What are you doing to him?” the
demon screamed.
Heero
will not be the person you remember. He shall be split into two entities; his
physical current form as you know him, and his emotional soul, the one that
knows and follows you. His soul shall be reborn throughout time, dormant,
asleep, never knowing the truth behind his face, and thus, not knowing you or
the bond you have shared. His current physical form will do as I have decreed
and thus, will never be your lover again. This is only to safeguard all that I
have built.
And your Scythe of Nightmares shall be stripped of your
hands and placed upon earth, your power with it. You will, in essence, be an
immortal mortal, living an eternity with no strength to consider your own.
Release will only be achieved when all things have fallen
into place, when the power of the scythe is harnessed, the humanity of the
heart is found once more, and you both consummate your relationship. And then,
the world shall be destroyed, with all the blood of life on your hands.
Heero settled in his arms, lips
moving slowly. Duo, with a trembling hand, reached down and pushed some
sweat-matted hair away from his lover’s face, breath catching in his throat.
The angel stared at him coldly, face
impassive. His cerulean eyes, the ones that had not more than three minutes ago
shone with such passion and devotion, were now flat and dead, calculating the
demon that sat inches above him.
“Let me go.”
“Heero,” Duo whispered, voice
shaking. “Please, Heero.”
“I said let me go, Duo,” Heero
repeated, the sound frigid and robotic.
“NOOO!”
“Heero,” the demon hissed as he rose
to his feet and began walking away, his voice rough with a strange
determination that had lain dormant for centuries. “I swear by my scythe, I
shall be with you once again. And we have a lot of catching up to do!”