25-Aug-2000
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.
Dark blue eyes blinked open as the first rays of light filtered into the room. Heero glanced down at Duo curled up asleep next to him on the bed. He looked back up and caught the flicker of light from his laptop and frowned. Slowly and carefully, he extracted himself from the bed and Duo's arms and moved to the laptop. Opening it, he accessed the message and read it. He breathed a small sigh of relief, noting that it was from Alfa.
Reading the message, Heero smiled and read it again. He then sent a return message: "Check with the Prof. about the implants. Something is not right. Going to Rome to visit a Monsignor Elvay. Ever heard of him?"
There was an answer almost immediately. *No never heard of him. Talked to Gordon. For a genius he has some large blind spots - big surprise. Your partner is not, repeat not crazy. Disturbed, probably. Gifted, possibly. Crazy, no. Believing in something you can't prove does not make you crazy. I know something about this.*
Heero watched the words appear on the screen and shook his head at the Professor's first name. He then nodded at the rest of the message and replied. *I remember what you said about yourself. Think this Elvay might know something or be involved. Thank you. This makes a difference. Focuses my investigation.*
Another answer came through: *One more thing. Drugs such as Gordon was giving him are designed to do one thing - quiet the unconscious. This is the master computer, of which the conscious is only a subroutine. As it begins to function more fully, what may happen is unpredictable. Follow your instincts. But don't discount his.*
*Got it! Again thanks for making me sure. Now, I can fully support him without harming him. Will apprise you of the situation when I can. Hopefully, soon. Take care and give Oma a hug.*
In the bed, Duo stirred, reacting to the slow cooling without Heero's body beside him. He sat up, yawned hugely, and saw the Japanese boy sitting at the laptop. Rolling his eyes, he got up, ran over to Heero, nipped the back of his neck and then went into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower.
Heero felt and saw Duo move through the room. He closed the laptop as he heard the water from the shower. Taking a deep breath, he stood and walked to the bathroom.
"Hey, need some shampoo?" he called.
Duo opened the shower curtain long enough to spray water at Heero and then closed it. He was already sudsing his long tresses.
Heero blinked as the droplets of water trailed down his body. He then pulled the shower curtain back and stepped inside and behind Duo. Moving his hands into Duo's hair, he began massaging the sudsy mass, assisting the braided one in the washing of his hair.
After a few moments, he slid his arms around Duo's waist hugging Duo to his chest. "Hi," he said.
Duo chuckled, rinsing his face and chest. "Hi," he said. "Couldn't stay away from the damn laptop, could you?"
Heero absently stroked Duo's wet stomach as he kissed an un-soapy spot on Duo's back. "Was reading a message," he answered.
"Hn," Duo said, the corner of his mouth twitching. He finished rinsing all the soap off and turned, kissing Heero on the nose. Then he took the bar of soap and placed it in Heero's hand. He felt remarkably uncurious. Part of his mind was skipping ahead to the events that had been planned for this day. The trip to Rome seemed to blur everything around it. "Good news, I hope," he said, stepping out of the shower with a wink.
Heero arched an eyebrow at Duo's retreating form, feeling suddenly bereft. He shrugged a little and began his shower. "Hn," he remarked, moving quickly and efficiently. Mental note, he thought. Be there when he wakes or no morning sex.
Duo kept himself from laughing at Heero's expression as he stepped out. It wasn't much of an expression - not many people would have been able to read it, but to Duo it was as good as a shout.
'Playing hard to get?' the demons chided him, snickering. Duo mentally stuck his tongue out at the horde, feeling remarkably upbeat after the darkness of the previous night. He toweled his hair and then began the task of combing it out, something that took patience and care while it was still damp, and therefore more easily stretched and broken. Using the wide-toothed comb from his bag he worked slowly through the strands, his mind drifting as he did so. He remembered the first time Sister Helen had washed his hair, something they couldn't do often since the water supply was limited and all the kids and the two adults at the church had to share. She'd combed it carefully, but even so it had been a job to work through the tangles and mats. Having it clean, combed through and neatly braided for the first time had given him a pleasure he'd never imagined. He'd impulsively hugged her and kissed her cheek. She'd never again spoken of cutting it. She'd finally seemed to understand it was the only thing he truly owned, the only possession he could keep when everything else became transient.
Father had understood right away, he thought. But the pleasant memories were always followed up with darker ones, of senseless death.
Shaking his head as if to loosen the hold the memories had, Duo braided the damp strands deftly, almost without noticing. He brushed his teeth and wandered back into the bedroom, stopping as he saw Wufei standing there, carefully laying out some clothes across the bed.
Wufei looked up, smiling, then flushing as he took in Duo's state of total undress.
"I knocked - you were in the shower I think," he said. He looked back at the clothes he placed on the bed. "I was thinking about your trip. Going to see church officials.... I don't know if you planned what to wear but sometimes... it's good to dress in a way that engenders respect. You don't need to wear these but I thought I would..."
Duo tilted his head, smiling bemusedly. He looked at the clothes and whistled. "Nice suit," he said, admiring the tan material, some kind of silk blend. There was a black shirt and white tie to go with it. It was stylish without being conservative.
"Is this Zechs' influence, Wu-man?" Duo teased, feeling surprised and touched at the gesture.
Wufei smiled slightly. "Probably," he admitted. He blinked, and gave up not trying to look at Duo's clean, beautiful body.
Seeing the look, Duo smiled and came close to the Chinese boy, sliding his arms around his waist and kissing him. "Thanks," he said softly.
Heero leaned in the doorway for a moment, watching Duo kiss Wufei, then moved to get dressed himself. He reasoned that if he stopped and took action on what his body was broadcasting he should do, then he and Duo would never make the flight to Rome. He also resisted the urged to walk on the balcony, not knowing what Zechs' neighbors sight lines were.
Wufei sighed, feeling himself melt as Duo's lips touched his, much in the same way that they had the first time. He brushed the braided boy's long bangs back. "I hope it goes well," he said quietly.
Duo shrugged. "One way or the other, we'll be back," he said. "Then maybe we can all... hang out and... get to know each other better," he suggested, his grin sly.
Wufei blushed on cue. "Good idea, Duo," he said, staring into the violet eyes. He smiled and went to the door. "I'll be around if you guys need anything."
"Thanks," Heero said, looking at Wufei. He then opened his bag and removed a pair of dark pants and a white shirt. He also retrieved a pair of dark shoes and socks, tossing them on the bed behind him. A few minutes later, he was dressed.
Duo looked at the clothes Wufei had left and smiled slightly, putting them on quickly before he could change his mind. He didn't really pay a lot of attention to what he wore most of the time, but he realized that while wearing his priest's frock and collar might be a nice gesture, it would also engender a lot of misunderstanding where he was going. Since he presumably didn't care, might as well go with Wufei's choices. He finished and then turned to Heero. He smiled, enjoying the picture of his love dressed so simply, but attractively.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked.
Heero looked up at Duo, the cobalt blue eyes taking in every nuance of the braided pilot's body in the suit. He moved to Duo and slid his hand around the back of Duo's neck. Pressing his lips against Duo's, Heero kissed him deeply and thoroughly, then moved back. "That," he said simply, feeling his own chest rise and fall rapidly. "I think Zechs' is making breakfast. Come on."
Smiling, Duo snagged Heero's hand and trailed him out of the room and down the stairs.
Zechs did a double-take as he saw Heero and Duo walk into the room. "Nice," he said quietly and placed plates on the table.
"Good morning," he said, distributing the food.
"Thank you," Heero replied, then went to work on breakfast, while mentally ticking off his private procedures for the mission at hand.
Duo smiled at the compliment, taking the plate from Zechs and leaning over to kiss the tall blond's cheek. It seemed like the thing to do.
'Slut...' a couple of demons mentioned, grinning. 'Tease.'
Duo mentally acknowledged that this was probably true and sat down next to Heero. He ate, enjoying every mouthful.
"Sleep good, Zechs?" Duo asked innocently.
Zechs, who had blinked at the kiss on the cheek, nearly tripped over his feet as he sat down, hearing Duo's remark. "Not good enough, Duo," he answered, as pictures of Duo and Heero on his leather sofa danced in his mind.
Duo grinned. "How come?"
Zechs had not been ready for the follow-up question and spewed orange juice. "Sorry," he half muttered, wiping himself and the table down with his napkin. "Couldn't seem to get the pictures of you out of my head...umm mind, Duo," he replied.
Duo leaned his chin on one hand, gazing at Zechs with large violet eyes. "Really?" he said guilelessly. "Good thing Wu-man's out practicing and not hearing this. Might make him jealous, hmmm?"
Heero gave Duo a sidelong glance, but said nothing.
Zechs blushed, panicked and then looked into Duo's large eyes. "Possibly," Zechs replied. "But I don't think so."
Duo lifted one eyebrow wickedly. "Why not?"
"Stop buzzing Zechs," Heero rumbled.
"Do you want Wufei to be jealous?" Zechs asked.
Duo pouted briefly, aiming it at Heero, then looked back at Zechs. "Well it would certainly be different!" he answered cheerfully. "But don't feel bad. I had some nice moments on your couch thinking about you and Wu-man last night."
He winked. Then he looked at his empty plate regretfully and got up, stacking it neatly in the sink.
"Call a cab, Heero?" he asked.
Zechs, who had blushed deeply, took a breath and leaned back. Safe for the moment, he thought, then made a mental note never to spar with Duo Maxwell.
"Hn," Heero replied, standing. He then took his plate and stacked with Duo's, then went to place a call for a taxi.
Duo followed his lover, then turned, as if remembering something. "Be right back," he said, and ran up the stairs to their room.
Going in, he closed the door behind him, and went over to Heero's laptop, retrieving the last few messages there. His eyes widened as he read through them. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the small desk, his knuckles white.
Alfa said he wasn't crazy.
For some reason this shook Duo up almost more than anything that had happened.
He waited for a quip from the demons but they were silent. Duo straightened and mentally got himself in order. He was about to get on a shuttle, go to Rome and confront the High Council of the Church. This was not the time to start freaking out. He suddenly remembered that the disk had said he was to call the guy. He grabbed the disk out of his bag and popped it into Heero's laptop to retrieve the number. He memorized it quickly, and then took the disk out, slipping it back into his bag.
The brief playback seemed to leave an afterimage in his mind. The Monsignor's face seemed to stick, and he shrugged, thinking he would see the man in person soon enough. Better get downstairs before Heero came up.
Crossing to the door, he suddenly took a quick detour, walked into the bathroom, leaned over the toilet and opened his mouth, emptying his stomach in one quick spasm.
He blinked down at the mass, flushed the toilet, rinsed his mouth with water and blotted his face with a towel. Then he turned and ran down the stairs.
"I'm supposed to call this number," he said to Heero, writing it down on a pad next to the phone. "I almost forgot."
Heero looked up, taking a quick assessment of his lover's face and then placed the call to the Church. "The taxi will be here in fifteen minutes," he said, then moved back to allow Duo room.
The call was brief. A person at the other end acknowledged his message, that he was Duo Maxwell and that the Monsignor had said to call if he were going to be in Rome. He told the person he was talking to when the shuttle would be there. The young man informed him that there would be someone at the shuttle port to pick them up when they arrived. That was all there was to it.
Duo disconnected, then looked to Heero and shrugged. "No big deal, apparently," he said, rolling his eyes.
Heero took Duo's shoulder and looked at him for a long moment. He then nodded. "No big deal," he repeated and then brushed Duo's cheek with his had. "How are you?" he asked.
Duo shrugged. "Fine," he said. "I guess I should be nervous but I don't feel it yet."
Heero nodded, then grabbed the end of Duo's braid. "We blow the place and retreat back here," he said, verifying the mission.
The violet-eyed boy nodded. "No reason to stay," he said. "I'm going to let em offer me the absolution, and then tell them what they ought to do with it." He sighed. "Probably one of the more stupid things I've done, and I've done a few... but maybe... maybe then I can let Father and Sister Helen... rest in peace."
Heero moved forward and hugged Duo, holding him for awhile. "I understand that well," he said, remembering the little girl named Mary and her puppy. This time, however, the memory did not haunt or accuse him so much.
Duo relaxed against Heero, nuzzling his neck briefly. Then he heard the horn of the taxi, blowing outside. "Here we go!"
"Hn," Heero remarked and gave Duo a little squeeze before moving to leave.
The shuttle trip to Rome was uneventful on the surface. Duo settled in for the hour trip, yawned a couple of times and slipped into a doze.
He found himself dreaming.
In the dream, he was standing in the middle of a wide, dark space. The darkness didn't bother him, nor did the fact the he was surrounded on all sides by demons. Small ones, large ones with leathery wings, some with goblin faces, others that looked nearly human. It didn't bother him because he knew them - he knew them all. The only thing that was odd was standing here.
The ranks parted and a tall, darkly handsome, ebony-skinned demon with red glowing eyes stared down at Duo. His voice was midnight and cinnabar.
"Astaroth," Duo said comfortably. Then he frowned, looking around. "What's up?"
"You are going in to the Holy City," the aristocratic demon said. "Aren't you afraid God will strike you down there?"
Duo glanced around, to see that the horde were all watching and listening, not laughing or snickering.
"No," he said directly to Astaroth. "I don't believe in God."
There was a rustle of approval through the ranks and the master demon nodded.
"Excellent," he said. "Then He can't touch you."
Duo tilted his head. "What about you guys?"
There were a few mutters, some muffled laughter.
"We're safe if you're safe," someone, he thought it might have been Eligor, called out.
Makes sense, Duo thought.
Astaroth nodded. "We are only... disturbances of your mind, aren't we, darkchild?" the ebony demon said slyly, his choice of words bringing to mind Alfa's message.
"Right," Duo said, sighing inwardly. It never did to get too comfortable with these guys. They tended to take the opportunity to poke.
The ebony demon smiled in acknowledgement and then reached out a graceful hand to touch Duo's face. It felt like a lick of cold fire.
"Stay damned, darkchild," Astaroth said. "And stay safe."
Duo murmured softly in his sleep, turning into Heero's shoulder, the frown that had creased his forehead smoothing slowly. "Damned," he muttered. "...is safe."
Heero looked down as Duo spoke in his sleep. 'Damned is safe,' he repeated mentally. He memorized the phrase as if it held the key to his mission. A small chuckle escaped him as he thought, 'Mission Protect - Damned is safe.' Somehow, it made sense. Reaching up, he stroked Duo's face, gently and ran through procedures once again.
At the port, Duo and Heero were met by a priest with a slender build and dark hair. He was a fairly young man in his late twenties who bore the face of one who, if not for the church, would have been a solider or a cop. "Mr. Maxwell," he said, offering his hand to Duo. "Welcome to Rome. I am Father Thomas."
Duo tilted his head slightly. "Hi, Father Tom," he said cheerfully. "Had any good doubts lately? I'm Duo Maxwell and this is my partner."
The color drained from the good Father's face for a moment and then he got the joke and smiled. "Not for a long time, but thanks for asking," he replied and then turned towards Heero.
"Heero Yuy," the Perfect Soldier replied, noting the changes in the Father's face. He also noted that Father Thomas' eyebrows rose slightly at the mention of his name.
"Mr. Yuy," Father Thomas answered. "Welcome to Rome." There was something electric that the Father could feel about these two young people, but years of experience had honed in him the ability not to judge or remark. "The car is right this way. Do you have any luggage?"
"Nope," Duo said. He jumped into the car, noting that it was large and expensive - of course.
"What's your job here, Father Tom?" Duo asked, his expression one of openness and curiosity.
Father Thomas got into the limo after Heero and sat opposite the two young men. "I work as public relations and special assistant to Monsignor Elvay and Monsignor Simon. I think the common term for it is ecumenical gopher," he said. "You're from L2, right?"
"There's a rumor to that effect," Duo said, still cheerful. His eyes glinted very briefly and then were sunny and guileless.
Father Thomas nodded. "I'm from that system as well," he said, quietly. "Is there anything you wish to know? Anything I can answer about what's going on today, for you?"
Duo focused on the priest when he mentioned being from L2. "Did you ever know Father Maxwell?" He asked, ignoring the rest of the man's words.
Father Thomas sighed deeply. "Yes, I remember Father Maxwell. He was a very nice and wonderful man. He did a lot for the people in his community. I think he's one of the reasons I became a priest. I couldn't think of any other way to be of use to people and for me fighting wasn't a good answer."
Duo's expression became more serious. Nice? he thought. "He was a good man," Duo said. "One of the few truly good men I have ever known. And he did do a lot for the people... and everything he did was not enough. And he knew it, but he kept trying anyway until they killed him. Can you tell me why the Church abandoned his mission, Father Thomas? Can you tell me that?"
Father Thomas could hear the pain in Duo's voice even beyond the cheerful expression. He felt tears sting the back of his eyes and he looked down, unable to face the young man. For all of his faith, yes, the Father had had his doubts and Duo had just opened up the box of them that he had locked away in his heart. He was taught that men were imperfect and that the way led to salvation. He had never been given all of the answers and because of his doubts had deemed himself, in his heart of hearts to be a flawed priest because of it.
Swallowing, he forced himself to look at the young man, meet his innocent expression and reply. "I ... I am sorry Duo," he said, "I have never received an answer for that on behalf of Father Maxwell and the many others like him. One of my doubts."
Heero looked up at the man and then to Duo. He knew and understood pain when it was present. It did nothing to make him fond of Mother Church at that point.
Duo looked back at Father Thomas. "So who *does* have the answers, Father? Who can speak for the Church on this?"
The Father smiled sadly. "At one time, it would have been His Holiness, the Pope," he answered, clearly. "Now, there is only the Ecumenical Council. Monsignor Elvay sits on the Council along with Monsignor Simon and three others. Ask them and if you get an answer I would definitely appreciate it if you would pass it along to me."
Duo looked back at the priest and said simply, "I will get an answer. You won't need to have any doubts about that."
Father Thomas smiled and nodded. "I believe that," he said.
"Hn," Heero remarked quietly as he contemplated Duo standing before a Council of men in long robes demanding answers. He was grateful that he wasn't on the Council himself.
The limo pulled into the drive of a very large building, stopping only for the vast gates to pull back. Moments later, the car stopped and the door opened onto one of the many entrances of the grand cathedral. Father Thomas got out first and waited for Heero and Duo to follow. They were greeted by three officials who welcomed them inside.
"Monsignor Elvay is at prayer and will be out shortly. Would you care for some refreshment?" Father Thomas asked, as official host.
Duo shook his head and glanced at Heero.
"I am fine," Heero replied.
Father Thomas nodded. "Ok, then come with me to the Waiting Chamber and you can wait for the Monsignor there," he said, leading the way.
Duo followed, his eyes wide and taking in everything around him. This was a grand and impressive place. Everywhere there were works of art, richness and beauty. Duo felt he could see, like a ghosted image, the streets of the colony around Maxwell Church and the inside of the church itself. There could not have existed a greater contrast. Duo tried to picture Father Maxwell or Sister Helen walking these halls, dressed immaculately as Father Thomas and the other church officials were, instead of in their clean but plain, threadbare habits. He could not imagine it.
Heero glanced around the opulent building marking every exit. The security seemed minimal, but he did note surveillance at the entrances and the monitoring station briefly as a door was opened and shut. He also surmised that the heavy gates were there for a reason as well. He concluded that while the gilded building seemed open to all, the people running the building did have measures in place to keep the people from carrying off the golden goodies. He kept close to Duo as they walked down the halls.
Duo felt Heero's presence and stayed very close to the Japanese boy as well. He wanted to take his hand, for comfort, but something in the formality of the place held him back. He hoped he would not have long to wait.
Father Thomas opened the door to a small, but well furnished room and led Heero and Duo inside. "You can relax here. There is the remote, which operates the music system and the vid. I need to get back to my office for awhile, but I'll be back to take you to the Monsignor when he is finished prayers." He then extended his hand to Duo. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Duo."
Duo took the hand, his grip neither warm nor cool - neutral. "Thanks for your assistance, Father Tom," he said.
The priest nodded and smiled, then glanced at Heero, offering his hand.
Heero gripped the offered hand and nodded once. "Thanks," he said.
Father Thomas smiled and then left the room.
Duo watched him go, the smile sliding off his face. He looked around the small room and then centered his gaze on his partner. "Think there's surveillance in here?" he asked softly.
Heero looked around the room carefully, then back to Duo. "No," he said, simply. "We were checked coming in." he added.
"Too bad," Duo said. He wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and pressed his lips to Heero's mouth, licking, then parting the other boy's lips to kiss him deeply.
Heero relaxed into the kiss, sliding his arms around Duo's waist. Yes, this affirmation was better than a glance or a quick handshake. Again, Heero found himself astonished that a kiss could bring about an instantaneous bond with another person and say so much without a sound.
He guided Duo to a large, overstuffed chair and pulled the braided pilot onto his lap.
"I don't think this is sanctioned by your Church, or is it?" he asked, quietly.
Duo grinned wickedly and rearranged himself until he was straddling Heero's lap, pressing his groin against his lover's. "This is absolutely *not* sanctioned," he said. "Sex is something you have only with a married partner... of the opposite sex."
"Hn," Heero remarked, feeling the bounds of the pant material being stretched by his swelling groin. "No same sex marriage, right?"
"Nope. That would be an abomination, I believe is the word," Duo grinned, shifting his hips to rub himself against his mate.
Heero smiled slightly, feeling the wave of pleasure ignite him. "We'd be damned." he said.
Duo sighed. "We already are, Heero. We've probably broken every commandment a hundred times... well maybe not the one about coveting your neighbor's wife, but neighbor's boyfriend... heh heh..." He grinned and kissed Heero's neck below his ear.
"Mmmmm," Heero moaned as his hands slid around Duo's rear, squeezing the braided one as he felt soft lips against his neck. "Ok," he said, "I was going to ask you to marry me then, but if it's not necessary, then I can just fuck you here in this chair, ne?"
Duo sighed against Heero's ear. He lifted his head, looking down into his lover's eyes. "I don't believe in marriage," he said. "I just believe that I will love you until the day I die. And I will want you... from now until there is nothing left of me."
He traced Heero's lips with a finger, leaning down. "You want to fuck now? Fine. What position?"
A slow and evil smile spread across Heero's features. His hands moved down and around in front, as he squeezed Duo's cock inside the tan pants. "I'll arrange it," Heero said.
Working quickly, he unfastened both pairs of pants, then carefully lifted Duo's swelling flesh from its confines. He did the same with himself, looking into the dark, violet eyes. He then had Duo stand and slid the tan pants off. Sitting back down in the chair, he pulled Duo back over his lap. Reaching down and under, he positioned himself at Duo's rear entrance and moved upward slowly impaling Duo around his hard cock. "Ai shiteru, Duo," he whispered.
The braided boy moaned softly, his head tilting back, as he relaxed his muscles to let his lover into his body. His braid dangled off the chair, brushing the floor. Breathing deeply, he kissed Heero's eyelids, cheeks and mouth, and shifted slightly, starting to rock. He moaned again as the rocking motion caused Heero's shaft to rub against his pleasure center.
Heero moved carefully, feeling the tight passage become a little easier to move in with each thrust. His own body producing liquid helped and soon Heero moved faster and deeper. His body, mind and soul belonged to the braided one and this had become Heero's most eloquent way to state that fact. Hearing Duo's moans, he moved even faster, striking that center of pleasure over and over again.
Duo shuddered, his hands holding tightly to Heero's shoulders for balance, as he rocked his hips, moving against Heero's upward thrusts to give them both the most pleasure. His internal muscles tightened, flexing, squeezing his lover each time he felt pleasure tingle through his body from the contact. He buried his face in Heero's neck, muffling his cries there as he began to shudder hard, coming all around his love.
Heero ground his teeth together, stifling a cry as he came seconds later, filling his lover over and over. Reaching up, he pulled Duo's face down into a long and lingering kiss.
"My addiction," Heero whispered against Duo's ear.
Duo laughed shakily. "My soul," he said softly. "Keep it safe for me."
"Hai," Heero replied.
A short time later, Heero wrapped his arms around Duo and carried him to the bathroom in the Waiting Chamber, snagging his pants on the way. After making sure that they were both presentable, at least, he gave Duo a quick kiss.
"That was a lot better than watching the vid or listening to the sound system," Duo said with a wicked grin. He entwined his fingers in Heero's. Then he leaned forward and whispered, "They like you... you won them over by fucking in the Church."
"Hn," Heero said. "Great."
An Extra Note: Someone mentioned in feedback, and I can't find it now, something about the rank of Monsignor in Catholic hierarchy being low, which it normally is. The person who made the comment was quick to cover my @ss by saying this was the future, things might have changed, etc etc - which I appreciate!! However I actually had given this some thought before choosing the character's title. The title of 'monsignor' is bestowed on priests that have been nominated for it by their bishop. However there is another use for the title - seven monsignors of the Roman Curia are known as Protonotaries Apostolic de Numero. The Roman Curia is the administrative body that is basically the "government" of the Holy See, which does the work of the Pope. In this alternate future, the seat of the Pope has been absent for some time and the church is being governed by the High Council, basically a creation of the Curia.
Elvay has been a bishop and is currently a cardinal but his appointment to this council is his title of greatest power.
I know most of your probably don't care about this stuff but I thought I'd throw it out there for the anal retentive among you ^__~.
End of Part 6 - TBC
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