20-Aug-000
Title: Demons
Authors: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction and if she chooses, Darkflame
Category: yaoi, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 6x5, various
Warnings: LEMON. Angst. AU - we do not guarantee that our interpretations of characters or events will agree with yours, so a general OOC warning.
Spoilers: Series, EW
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here. As with all our fics so far, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
Notes: This is part of the Frozen Colony Arc, and takes place following The Hunt. If you are not familiar with the timeline and are curious, you can find the stories on GW Addiction and on DF's site. On GWA on the Bonne&Von page, there are numbers denoting which stories are FC Arc and should be read in what order.
Duo's demons appeared first in Down Time in Hell, and reappeared in Dancin With My Mirror. This is a fic to explore their existence and origins. Liberties are taken with Duo's history and original characters from ESO appear.
Extra warning - lemons below as well as some disturbing images in Duo's mind. No actual Zechs's were harmed in the making of this fic segment...
A familiar, but long-unheard voice woke Duo from sleep.
'Excellency... stop! What are you doing to that child?!'
'Shut up, old man. This little thief was prying into my personal belongings. Penance is required.'
'Excellency... in God's name, release the child, now!'
Duo lay perfectly still, eyes wide open in the darkness, listening, straining... waiting. In time, he realized he was alone in the room save for his lover, entwined at his side. Heero slept, his soft breathing something Duo could feel but not hear. Heero was still asleep... that meant... there couldn't have been any voices.
Staring up at the ceiling, Duo tried to think about what he had heard. A dream? It was so vivid and real. A memory? He didn't have any memories like that. The voices...
Father... Maxwell, he thought. The other one? Duo shivered slightly. The other voice was also familiar. But it chilled him. It was smooth... rich. Deep and vibrant. A compelling voice. A persuasive voice... and he'd... heard it before... recently... but it wasn't coming to him.
The demons observed his thoughts, and Duo could feel them watching him. It was a familiar feeling, almost reassuring. They'd been so quiet lately, acting up only now and then. Mentally, Duo shrugged. They came and went. He wasn't stupid, or delusional, not completely anyway. He understood that the demons had no reality, no true existence outside his mind. He'd read a bit about it, well more than a bit, truth to be told. Enough to shy away from revealing anything about his mental processes to others. He'd let Professor G give him the drug implant, mainly because the guy didn't treat him as if he were crazy. He hadn't noticed a lot of difference with it or without it. At certain times, his mental companions became more vocal, more active. At other times they laid low. That was just the was it was.
Lying in the dark, Duo realized sleep was far, far away now. Moving carefully, he slipped out of bed, and padded, silent and naked, out of the bedroom. The dark did not frighten Duo. It felt like his element. He had no problem with the light, but the dark felt like home. As a child, he had often taken refuge in the shadows - they spelled safety. As he got older, the dark shielded him in his 'work'. He had keen night vision and there was more than enough ambient light reflecting from small sources and slitted curtains for him to move around the small house easily.
On impulse, he stopped by the door of Zechs' bedroom. Opening the door silently, he peered in. The bed in this room was even bigger than the one he and Heero had been sharing. On it, he saw Zechs' pale hair and long limbs tangled around the slighter form of Wufei. He tilted his head, and found the picture pleasing... but it teased his imagination, which quickly began to supply him with pictures... the Preventer and the Chinese pilot writhing together... Zechs spreading Wufei's legs apart, entering him... Wufei screaming in pleasure...
Licking his lips, Duo moved back out of the room silently, closing the door behind him. He reached down absently, giving himself a small squeeze to ease the tension in his now-swelling flesh. He felt the smiles and heard the chuckles in the back of his mind.
'Go back!' a few of the lesser demons suggested. 'Have a little fun...'
Duo shook his head, and walked away from the door, heading for the stairs, but a slight, wicked smile curved his lips. It wasn't the first time he'd thought about trying to engineer a little foursome during this visit... none of them would really mind, would they? They were all just... too proper and restrained to start something. Whereas he, Duo...
'Are about as proper and restrained as a $10 hooker...' Eligor quipped.
Mentally, Duo stuck his tongue out at the demon. He got a leer in response. 'Oh if only I could, dear boy.'
Duo wandered through the kitchen, absently grabbing a banana from a well-stocked fruit bowl. He peeled the fruit and ate it, wandering through the rooms on the first floor. Nice house. Nice things. At one time he'd have felt obligated to do some serious looting. But that was a long time ago.
Settling in a large drawing room, Duo sprawled on a wide black leather sofa. He leaned back, enjoying the feel of the cool leather against his bare skin. He let the images of Wufei and Zechs come back to his mind, changing them, becoming more inventive with his two mental dolls, as he stroked his erect shaft, letting his fingers slide down to gently toy with his own balls from time to time. He felt the demons settle in to watch. They liked it when he did nasty things. Closing his eyes, he arched his back, drawing it out, making it last. He reversed the pictures... now Wufei was giving it to Zechs and the tall man was moaning in his imagination. The mental image gave Duo a deep flush. Then he imagined Wufei turning, beckoning him... urging him to take Wufei's place and fuck Zechs... He shook his head, but the smile on his lips curved a bit more... no... he never took the dominant position, well, almost never, and only when...
'Go ahead,' Astaroth whispered to him. 'It's not real, just a fantasy... go ahead... take him..'
Duo shifted on the black leather sofa, his hand on his cock moving more urgently. His eyes were closed as he kept the mental pictures real and vivid. He imagined himself moving forward, towards Wufei and the figure of Zechs, on all fours, hair tossed over his shoulder, looking back to beg someone with those icy blue eyes... beg someone to fuck him. Duo grabbed Zechs' hips, and pushed himself into the tight opening. Zechs screamed - tight and dry, he screamed in sudden agony at the entrance and his screams... excited Duo. Without giving him time to adjust, Duo fucked the man beneath him, hard, tearing his flesh, pounding more screams out of him, hitting the man's pleasure center even as he tore him apart. The screams were begging, hysterical, terror and pleasure mixed, the man beneath him... blond... no... *dark* hair... very short dark hair... begging... bleeding, as Duo ripped into him, the terror and shame of his victim pushing him over the edge as he climaxed in a explosion of mayhem and pleasure...
Panting, Duo opened his eyes, feeling the sticky white liquid running across his skin. He licked his lips. What... who... he'd wanted to... kill the man beneath him... the dark haired man... not Zechs... someone else...
A ripple of pleased satisfaction ran through the watching demons, but they were silent.
Who? He thought, a little dazed by his own reactions. "Whose voice... whose... body...?"
He felt the demons watching him with knowledge in their dark or burning red eyes. But they didn't answer.
Duo swallowed, trying to calm himself. He knew he had something violent and savage inside him. Once, maybe twice it had come out much the same way as his fantasy just now. It came out in battle, but that didn't bother him, though maybe it should. He remembered one time, after he'd joined the Sweepers, finding a man, someone who recently joined the group, molesting a little boy on a colony stop. Instead of telling the Sweeper leaders about it, he'd stalked the man, and extracted his own form of justice, leaving the bastard broken, bleeding from two dozen places, barely alive. The exhilaration it had evoked in him had sickened and frightened him, and he'd realized there was a deep anger somewhere inside him, waiting to be tapped. It was why he never took the dominant role with his lovers. He wasn't about to take the risk with someone he cared about.
Why were these things coming back to him now? Why did it invade his little harmless fantasy?
Questions multiplied and there were no answers available. Duo licked his fingers and wiped perspiration from his forehead, trying to escape a sense of something impending. But he wasn't escaping it - he was moving towards it. Of this he felt suddenly certain.
Heero opened his eyes in the darkness. He felt, rather than saw that he was alone in the bed. As his eyes adjusted, the information was confirmed. He felt a slight twinge in the area of his gut, and then sat up in the bed with a deep frown on his features. This was not good.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he took in the room with one glance. No Duo. No light in the bathroom. Not good.
Standing, he walked over to his things and removed his laptop. Activating it, he sent a message to Alfa in the form of a question. *Did you do anything to Duo, or know of anything that might cause Duo to have a mental illness? - Urgent!* Step one, he thought.
Grabbing a pair of pants, he slid them on quickly and exited the room, searching for the braided pilot. Feeling his heart start to race, Heero clamped down on any other thoughts than the mission he had initiated for himself. Whatever was happening was not the result of anything that resembled Duo's fault and he had to make certain that Duo never felt blame coming from him. For Heero, it became a matter of 'Mission Protect' with Duo at the center. Something was coming and he felt it. He just had to make sure that he, Heero was in a position to do what needed to be done as cleanly, clearly and efficiently as possible.
Glancing into the master bedroom, Heero saw Zechs and Wufei on the big bed. He did a second take and mentally ticked off the room as negative. Moving down the stairs, he found the kitchen, the next likely target. A quick sweep of that area marked it as a negative also. Heero turned to check outside in the garden, when his nostrils twitched. His head swiveled to the left and the living room. He sniffed the air again and then moved with a ninety-eight percent certainty that Duo was there.
He was almost all of the way in the room, when he caught sight of Duo lying on the leather sofa. The picture of Duo pleasuring himself caused Heero's body to react instantly. He stopped, watching as his lover's body shuddered and writhed in climax. Duo bringing himself to it was a sight that he had rarely seen and would never forget.
Suddenly Duo became aware he was not alone in the room. He looked up quickly and saw Heero standing just inside the doorway.
'Busted!' the demons chanted happily.
"Oh shit," Duo said. He smiled a little guiltily. "Uh, hi Heero!" he sat up, suddenly aware he was naked and smeared with his own come. He sighed. "This doesn't look too good does it?"
Heero's cobalt blue eyes traveled down Duo's body slowly. Unconsciously, he licked his lips. "Quite the contrary," he said, looking back up to Duo. His eyes dropped as he felt his entire body flush. A part of him felt the lecherous intruder and a part of him wanted to attack. "I'll ... You ok?" Heero said.
Duo smiled slightly, seeing the lust in Heero even in the dark. He wiped his hand on his thigh and patted the sofa beside him. "I don't look okay?" he said, teasingly, his mouth curving.
Heero moved to the spot on the sofa that Duo indicated. His hands moved around Duo's face, and for a long moment, he simply looked into Duo's eyes. Feeling his own breath begin to come in short gasps, Heero traced Duo's lips with his thumb. The power that Duo Maxwell had over him was something for which Heero had no words. Pulling Duo into a deep kiss, Heero moved his hands over Duo's shoulders and arms. His fingers gently massaged Duo's bicep as if trying to bring the heart tattoo with his name on it to life. He felt the heat rise like a tidal wave as he took possession of Duo's mouth, lips, and tongue in this new method of self-expression that defied language. Heero then slid his hands down Duo's sides, and over his stomach, capturing some of the braided pilot's sticky essence. Heero's breath deepened as he plunged his tongue into Duo's mouth. Every nerve of his body screamed in ecstasy as he inhaled the scent of his lover into his lungs. After a long while, Heero moved back inches away, looking into Duo's beautiful eyes. "Better than okay," he said, softly.
Duo melted into the kiss, feeling his heat rise instantly. Heero's mouth, his touch, his passion seemed to wash Duo clean of any lingering taint or doubt. He sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Heero's firm body. When Heero finally released his mouth, he gazed into those dark blue eyes with a little, almost dazed smile.
"Damn," he said dreamily. Taking a breath, he ducked his head slightly, still smiling. "I... I woke up. I didn't want to disturb you. However, you seem a bit disturbed now," he said, reaching down to fumble with the fastening of Heero's jeans. "These... seem a bit tight..."
Heero's hand shot down and over Duo's. Grabbing it, he placed the hand firmly on the swollen bulge and squeezed. Heero gasped, looking into the violet eyes. "Very," he whispered, then grabbed Duo into a rough kiss.
Moments later, he assisted Duo with the fastening of the jeans and seconds later after that was totally naked and covering Duo's body with his own on the leather sofa. "Better," he growled, closing his mouth over Duo's neck.
Duo arched his neck, exposing it more fully. He squirmed a little under Heero's weight, just for the sensation of feeling their bodies rub against each other. His hands wandered up and down Heero's back, and then lower, kneading the curved flesh of his rear. He moaned softly. All the concerns, questions and uncertainties were far away now.
Feeling Duo's hands touch him, Heero pressed down against Duo on the sofa. The sensation was maddening and exciting torture. "Want you," Heero managed, looking down at Duo with a feral glint in his dark eyes. Moving up a little, he reached between them and closed his hand over both of their shafts, pressing them together and stroking both at once.
Duo gasped, his hips moving, rubbing himself in Heero's hand, feeling the hot silken shaft pressed against his own. "Want you too," he groaned urgently, his hands squeezing Heero's ass. He butted his head against Heero's shoulder, kissing his neck frantically. "Please...."
Heero moved his hands down, parting Duo. He slid a moist finger inside the small opening all the way, feeling Duo's body hold him. "Like this?" he asked, as he began to pump his hand in and out of Duo rapidly.
Duo whimpered pressing himself up against the invading finger. "Like..." he gasped. Then he bit Heero's shoulder, not hard, but enough to hurt a little. "Come on!"
Heero removed his finger, replacing it with something larger. He thrust forward and into Duo's body as far as possible. Leaning down, he kissed Duo deeply, enjoying the connected feeling for a few moments. "Ai shiteru, Duo," he whispered against Duo's mouth. "Soul to soul." Moving back, Heero slid his hands around Duo's hips, settling Duo's long legs over his shoulders. He then began rocking into the braided pilot, building a rhythm between them.
Duo moaned, as Heero filled his body - first the discomfort, then quickly, the feeling of completeness. He braced himself with one hand on the couch, the other he pressed against Heero's chest, feeling the strong thump of his lover's heartbeat. To Heero's words he had no reply, offering himself in his eyes, as his body surrendered. He gasped as Heero moved inside, bringing sudden pleasure with each stroke. Licking his lips, he cried out, his voice spiraling up with each thrust until his body began to shudder and clench with pleasure too intense to bear. Duo screamed.
Hearing Duo's scream, Heero groaned. Lost to sensation, he felt his own body react in concert with Duo's. Thrusting deeply into Duo, he moaned out his own pleasure as he felt his seed expel from his body. His mouth found Duo's tasting him, as their bodies quivered together.
After a short while, Heero looked at Duo. "Disturb me, next time. That's what I'm there for," he said, with a soft smile.
Duo, still panting from the aftermath of the shattering climax, managed to nod. His arms were wrapped tightly around Heero's body, holding him close. " 'Kay.." he managed breathlessly. "Oh god, Heero... you..." he kissed the Japanese boy passionately. Then he grinned hopelessly. "Damn."
Upstairs, Zechs' eyes flew open as an unidentified noise penetrated his ears. He felt his chest tighten and rolled off the bed instinctively grabbing his firearm as he did so. Without thinking, he moved to the door, gun raised, heart beating fast.
Sitting up in bed, Wufei called quickly, "Zechs!"
Zechs jumped, then looked towards the bed sharply. Seeing Wufei, he lowered the gun to a safety position and leaned against the door.
Wufei took it all in and suppressed a smile. "That was Duo," he said dryly.
Zechs heard the words as they registered into his clearing brain. He slid down the wall to a sitting position on the floor and flipped the safety on the gun. For a moment, he placed his head in his hands and called himself to order.
"Ok," he said, after a moment or two. Looking up, he said, "Is he in pain, or hurt...?" Zechs said, moving to rise to his feet.
Wufei let the grin show. "Yes, he's suffering from an excess of Heero's cock in his ass...."
Zechs felt his eyes widen as an image of what Wufei had just described hit his brain. The next moment found him on his knees as his body reacted. He was wide awake now. Looking up at Wufei like some large afghan dog, he simply said, "Oh."
Wufei chuckled. "Sounded like they were downstairs," he said. "Wanna go see?" he asked with a mischievous tone.
Zechs snagged his gun, but didn't stand back up. "Yes," he answered, then, "..Uh no... Wouldn't that be a little rude?"
He crawled back to the bed on all fours.
Wufei laughed. "Ruder than... screaming loud enough to wake up everyone in a house you are a guest in? I couldn't say." He pulled Zechs up on the bed, smoothing his hair back.
"You got a point," Zechs said, feeling his heart slow down. "So, gun, or no gun?" he added, looking up at Wufei.
The Chinese boy shook his head. "Don't sneak up on Heero Yuy with a gun unless you intend to kill him. And then... well it's been really nice knowing you..."
Zechs smiled. "Ok, no gun. Gun is definitely out. Come on," he said, a twinkle in his ice blue eyes. "We got intruders in the house. They are threatening our guests." He grabbed Wufei's hand and moved back to the door.
Wufei managed to snag a robe for himself as he was dragged out of the room. This should be interesting, he thought.
Zechs moved down the stairs and to the living room. He found it impossible to prevent a 'little boy' grin from creeping across his face. His expression changed however, when he saw Heero and Duo entwined on the leather soft. He looked down at Wufei and crossed his eyes, then back into the room and folded his arms.
"Not burglars," he said.
Wufei put his hand over his mouth to smother a chuckle.
Duo took a deep breath, sighing. He looked up lazily. One hand rose from Heero's back and he waved. "Hiya," he said, grinning dreamily. Then he yawned like a cat.
Heero's head rose sharply in the direction of the sound. His expression was at first, much like a terrier defending its mate, then softened to a slight smile as he saw that it was Zechs and Wufei.
"Duo couldn't sleep," Heero said, as if that explained everything.
"Ah," Zechs said, unable to stop his eyes from roaming over the two Gundam pilots.
Wufei nodded. "Especially with you jamming him on the couch like that," he said wisely.
Duo laughed, looking up at Wufei. He winked.
"Ouch," Zechs said, feeling his body tighten and jump.
"No, he was jamming himself when I got down here. I just thought I'd assist," Heero said.
Duo laughed again. "Heero!"
Wufei nodded again. "It's safer with a buddy," he said.
"And more fun too," Heero added, deadpan.
Zechs bit his lower lip.
Duo yawned again. He tugged at Heero's forelock. "Sleepy," he said.
"Up or down?" Heero said, to Duo.
"Covers," Duo answered. "Wanna snuggle."
Wufei smiled and took Zechs' hand. "Nothing to see here folks, move along."
Zechs chuckled. "Nite," he said, allowing himself to be towed back to his bed.
Heero stood. Bending down, he scooped Duo up into his arms and carried him back to the room. He placed the braided pilot in the center of the bed, the scooted in himself, grabbing the covers as he went. Pulling Duo against him tightly, Heero then moved the covers around Duo's shoulders pocketing them both.
Duo sighed and burrowed against Heero, tucking his head under the Japanese boy's chin. He wrapped his arm around Heero's waist snugly. In a few moments he was fast asleep.
Heero waited until he heard Duo's soft sleep sounds, then he too drifted off to sleep. 'Mission Protect,' he thought as darkness overcame him.
On Heero's laptop, a message waited unnoticed.
*What the fuck do you mean 'mental illness'??? The answer is hell no! Who says otherwise?*
Alfa waited a while and realized the answer was not going to be immediately forthcoming. She scowled hugely at the computer screen. "Who the fuck is messing with my boys' heads?" she growled. She began sending a series of queries though the cyber net, her hands a blur on the keyboard. The first, and most strident inquiry went straight to...
"Shit," said Professor G, seeing the acidly worded message.
End of Part 5 - TBC
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