30-Oct-2000
Title: Demons
Authors: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and von (sablexo1@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, and events from that fic are referred to.
WARNING: (tongue firmly lodged in cheek) Obligatory bonne-von pointless LEMON wrap-up scene below!
Things had been put away. Dinner ordered and delivered. Duo put Zechs' CD's on his little sound system and placed a few candles in saucers around the tiny apartment. Having eaten his fill, he dropped his chopsticks in one of the empty cartons and sat back on the old couch, stretching his legs out. He sighed silently and let his eyes drift. The cozy little apartment was like a well-fitting, but worn glove. He loved it but... he admitted that it was starting to seem a little cramped.
His eyes slid over to Heero, watching the Japanese boy finish the last of his meal with quick, precise bites. Heero's tongue moved out briefly to remove a drop of sauce from his lips. Duo sighed again, this time not bothering to keep it silent.
Heero heard the sigh register in his consciousness like a promise. It struck him once again how susceptible he was to the merest sight or sound of Duo and how it would always be that way. Placing the chopsticks in the carton he was eating from, Heero reached over and took Duo's hand. Tilting the carton, he dipped Duo's finger in the small amount of remaining liquid, then raised it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, Heero took the entire finger in his mouth, sucking and licking the sauce away.
"Ohhh..." Duo moaned before he could quite catch himself. His body flashed with heat, tightening painfully. The physical stimulation was bad enough, but the sight of that beautiful face, those lips wrapped around his finger, and the unmistakable expression in those cobalt eyes... his fingers not so engaged splayed out to touch Heero's cheek.
Swallowing, Duo managed to pull his eyes away long enough to seek Wufei's. The Chinese boy was watching with only the barest hint of heightened color and the tiniest curve at the corners of his mouth.
Heero felt Duo's free fingers touch his cheek. He looked up, seeing Duo's gaze over his head and smiled as his awareness opened and extended to Wufei. They had all been through so much in their lives and though it hadn't ended with the war, their personal trials were every bit as intense and grueling as the war had been. As Heero moved his mouth up Duo's finger, grazing it slightly with his teeth, he thought that this time was different, even better in many ways. They had discovered each other and could face any demon, personal or in reality, together.
Lifting his head completely, Heero licked the tips of Duo's fingers and kissed the palm of his hand.
Duo watched Heero with an expression of great tenderness. He slid his other hand around Heero's cheek and leaned forward, pressing his lips to those full ones, parting them in a deep kiss. He remembered what the demons had told him... trading protection then for strength later. He knew now what they meant. Without Heero Yuy, he would not have been able to face his past or survive his present. Things might have gone very differently. The demons protected him, shielded him, kept him company when the darkness was too empty... but they could not heal him. The wounds of grief, shame and betrayal could only be healed by love and trust. It was a miracle and it had been miraculously timed.
Duo offered his love, his trust, and his passion in that kiss, withholding nothing. The time to run and hide was past.
Wufei felt his throat tighten with the emotion he saw before him. He searched himself for feelings of exclusion, and found none. After living most of his life apart from others, isolated emotionally, it was odd how easily these two had become so much a part of his soul. Heero had returned his love even as they battled, freeing Wufei from the past. Duo had somehow seen into Wufei's heart, and opened his own instinctively to the Chinese boy without hesitation.
And I left them to go to Zechs, Wufei thought, unconsciously addressing his thoughts to Meiran. Because I had to. How did I know I could come back? But I did, and I have, and there is no pain. The old rules of my life... are truly broken.
With a slight, unconscious smile, he gathered the food cartons and carried them out, returning to take his place with no reservations.
Heero was aware of the slight loss of energy as Wufei left. He frowned fractionally around the kiss, then sighed deeply feeling Wufei's return. He kissed Duo with an ever-increasing passion, converting the energy from his braided love to heat. He felt Duo there, present, holding nothing back and matched him in intensity. The kiss was broken with cobalt blue eyes meeting violet ones, speaking volumes without saying a word.
Heero's breath was deep and fast as his body ached and throbbed with need. More, he thought, as his hands moved instinctively to Duo's black overshirt. Pulling it off, he calculated quickly, would take more time than necessary, so he simply ripped the material from Duo's body with his hands. He touched more cloth as his fingers found the white undershirt that was under the black one. Leaning forward, he captured Duo's mouth once again as his fingers moved to the collar at Duo's throat. Without much effort at all, the Perfect Soldier peeled the collar away, letting it fall. His fingers gripped the white shirt and ripped it away as an afterthought.
Leaning forward, Heero slid his hand around the back of Duo's neck to grasp the thick chestnut braid possesively. Coiling the yard long silken rope around his hand, Heero gently, but insistently pulled Duo's head back and exposed his neck. Bending, Heero covered the soft skin with his mouth, licking the hollows and kissing the soft pulse in silent promise and apology. His free hand fanned out along Duo's bare chest, finding and teasing Duo's nipple.
Duo gasped as he felt the Perfect Soldier rip his clothes and pull them away. He swallowed a chuckle at Heero's impatience, even while his pulse quickened. It did not occur to him to object. He shrugged out of the material, helping where he could, shivering slightly as he felt Heero's mouth on his throat. When he felt the grip on his braid loosen, he reached out, closing his hands around Heero's waist. His mouth curved in a smile as he saw Wufei move behind Heero.
Wufei deftly pulled Heero's shirt up and off his body, taking advantage of the opportunity. He bent and nipped the back of Heero's neck, then divested himself of his own undershirt, the tunic having been discarded before they had begun to eat.
Heero shivered as he felt Wufei's hands and teeth nip the back of his neck. He licked the length of Duo's neck to the back of his ear. Closing his mouth around Duo's earlobe, Heero sucked the soft flesh, grazing it with his teeth as his hands traveled over Duo's chest and around his back.
All but purring with pleasure at the touch, Duo shifted, eyelids dropping. His hands were busy at Heero's waist, though, sliding between the material and skin, traveling to the front to unfasten the jeans deftly. His back arched into those touching hands and lips, as his hands tugged the denim down, baring more of the Japanese boy. He felt other hands helping, from the other side of Heero's body. In moments, Heero was all but naked, and a brief tug around his feet finished the process.
"Out-flanked," Duo teased, circling Heero's nipples with his thumbs slowly.
Heero gasped at the touch of Duo's fingers on his sensitive skin. He was grateful to be out of the confines of the jeans as his cock was at nearly full erection. "Hai," he managed, grinding his teeth at the waves of pleasure that rolled over his body. His hand moved to Duo's lap and over the bulge in his dark pants as though targeted. Heero squeezed firmly, licking his lips as he felt Duo's firm flesh in his hand. "But not out-maneuvered," he replied, swallowing hard as he moved his hand up and down, stroking Duo through the material.
"Sure of that?" Wufei's voice said in his ear as Heero felt the Chinese boy's now also bare body slide beside and behind him on the couch as he leaned over Duo. One of Wufei's hands slid around Heero's body and covered his swelling cock.
Swallowing a groan as he shifted under Heero's touch, Duo grinned. He licked his lips, and bent towards Heero's chest to swipe his tongue over one taut nipple, then the other.
Heero was unable to prevent the moan from escaping him as he felt Wufei's hand close around his aching flesh. His body knew the touch, longed for it as Heero felt himself shudder. He gasped sharply as he felt Duo's mouth on his nipple, driving him further into madness and ecstasy. His hips began to rock of their own accord, affording him a little release of tension, while stealing a part of his will. Leaning his head back, cobalt blue eyes looked up at saw Wufei. With a conscious effort, Heero moved his hips with a deliberately controlled stroke, which matched his hand around Duo's flesh. The effort caused a sheen of perspiration to cover his body, moistening unruly bangs against his forehead. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, but he wanted to invite his lovers into the wonderful torture he was feeling himself.
Wufei smiled and kissed the corner of Heero's mouth, tasting a bit of salt from his skin. He stroked the hard flesh in his hand, and moved a little closer, pressing against Heero's back and side, feeling the contact of skin on skin.
Duo felt Heero's reaction to the double-sided assault and grinned, moving from one dark bud of flesh to the other, suckling. He reached down, one handed, and interrupted his lover's touch long enough to free himself from the confines of his pants, wriggling out of them. He heard the whisper of a chuckle in his mind, then others, as familiar companions were lured back by the spiraling heat.
Heero's eyes drifted shut as he felt both the contact of Wufei's body and Duo's now bare flesh in his hand. His mind quickly calculated and prioritized as instinct took over. He felt himself move between his two lovers, as his body struggled for release. Wufei's hand and Duo's lips were now his guidance systems as he let go of the controls. The feel of Wufei's skin against his back as his hips grazed against the Chinese pilot's taut flesh was like a future promise. The feel of Duo's hard cock in his hand was yet another. Suddenly, Heero stiffened and he cried out as his warm seed spilled over Wufei's hand.
Duo murmured and bent quickly to capture some of the warm liquid on his tongue, feeling Heero shudder. He sighed, and captured Heero's mouth, pleased by the conclusion of the first act of this dance. He reached down and felt the rest of the milky liquid smearing Wufei's fingers, and rubbed it around them, then guided the Chinese boy's hand to Heero's opening.
Wufei followed the guiding touch and probed the puckered opening with moist fingers.
Heero kissed Duo back with a determined hunger as he felt his body slowly recover. He felt Wufei's fingers against him and bit his lip. His body readjusted instinctively to the touch, moving back against Wufei's probing hand. Looking up, he saw the expression on Duo's face and Heero felt the heat rise once more.
Duo smiled, and kissed Heero on the tip of his nose. Then he moved back a little from his lover, taking the hand that had relaxed a little after Heero climaxed, and drawing it away from him, kissing the fingertips. He got up gracefully, disappearing into the bedroom with his long chestnut plait swaying behind him. He returned a moment later and paused, taking in the sight of the two on the couch. It pleased him. He'd always known that he was what Heero would have called 'hentai', and as the shadows in his past had begun to clear, he knew this was something that would never change. He moved to Wufei, kneeling next to the couch, and squeezed a little gel from the tube in his hand, reaching down to coat the Chinese boy's cock, stroking him. Wufei moaned, his eyes opening wide. His flesh was hard and straining.
Dropping the tube on the low table, Duo moved around in front of Heero and kissed him deeply, then lifted him a little, as Wufei withdrew his fingers and pressed his hard shaft against Heero's opening, entering him slowly.
"You are beautiful, Heero Yuy," Duo murmured against Heero's lips, feeling his lover react to the invasion.
Heero felt his breath deepen as Duo's words poured through him. The sensations and feelings were nearly too much for him to overcome and the thought came to him that saving the Earth had been somehow easier. His tongue moistened his lips briefly before snaking out and tasting Duo's, so close to him. He felt Wufei deep inside his body, connected and impaling him with a touch his body remembered and celebrated. As Heero's mouth curved upward in a slight, heady smile, he recalled that not very long ago, he had thought of himself as not needing the distraction of nearness to another. He acted on his emotions, but his body was his private machine. It needed food, sleep and exercise. As he rocked back, his body falling into step with Wufei's rhythm, the Perfect Soldier smiled fully, laughing at himself. "Arigato, koibito," Heero said, then kissed Duo roughly.
Duo returned the kiss, running his hands over Heero's body lovingly. His hands covered Wufei's for a moment, where the Chinese boy held Heero's waist, and then Duo moved down, flicking his tongue across Heero's re-awakened erection.
Wufei held Heero firmly, rocking inside, feeling the delicious friction of Heero's tight, hot sheath around him. He tilted his hips, seeking the spot inside that would bring Heero pleasure. He kissed Heero's neck, and saw Duo bend over the Japanese boy's lap. His whole body reacted, thrusting harder into Heero, pushing the Perfect Soldier's cock deeper into Duo's welcoming mouth. Wufei groaned softly, feeling himself begin to spiral over the edge.
Heero's eyes closed as rivulets of perspiration moved down his face and collected in the valleys and contours of his body. His face moved with expressions of born of ecstasy, passion, pleasure, and the sweetest of pain. He felt the impact of Wufei's body drive his cock into Duo's mouth and build his own desire to a peak. Deep inside he felt his body begin to shudder and then release its essence into Duo's throat. He was poised between his two loves, at once sheltered and vulnerable.
Duo sighed, happily taking the full amount of Heero's release. He felt both of them shudder and climax and it pleased him, as his own body ached in answer. Lifting his mouth, he licked his lips and smiled. Sometimes the most delicious thing was to be last. He kissed Heero, stealing a few panting breaths from his lips, and reached up to brush a wisp of dark hair from Wufei's cheek.
Wufei opened his eyes, sliding back just a little, feeling everything in him relax. Looking up, he saw Duo watching and felt another jolt of desire wash through his body.
Heero slipped down off the sofa, feeling his breath resume a more normal pace. Blue fire danced his eyes as he moved around and behind Duo, placing the braided one in the middle. He slid his hand along Duo's back and over the curve of his rear, squeezing him hard. Reaching around Duo's waist, Heero pulled him up and backwards into his lap, smiling down at Duo, obviously enjoying his aroused state as well as displaying his treasured possession.
A smile played over Wufei's lips as he watched Heero. Duo's expression was pleased, excited and a bit vulnerable, and Wufei sensed the fire inside Duo that was a fitting match for Heero's and for his own. Reaching over to the table, he took the tube of lubricant and gelled his fingers, reaching down to coat Duo's throbbing erection with the slippery stuff. Then he reached down, drawing both his lovers eyes with the movement, and spread his legs, finding his own opening.
Duo groaned, leaning back against Heero, and then he reached for Wufei, pulling him close. Together they maneuvered their bodies, until Duo could feel the head of his shaft press against Wufei's entrance and they joined.
Heero watched the two with obvious enjoyment, feeling himself stir once again. He worked his hand into the cushions of the sofa. "Hn," he remarked very quietly as his fingers touched the tube that he had buried there. It always paid to be prepared. With his legendary deftness and skill, he managed to uncap and retrieve what he needed in a few moments. Reaching down, he coated his firming shaft with the lubricant, then slipped his fingers down, between and inside Duo's body.
Duo cried out softly as Heero invaded his body. Unable to do anything but feel, his mouth sought Wufei's and his hips rocked, thrusting back against Heero's touch greedily, then pushing up into the velvet heat of Wufei's body. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the Chinese boy's cock, stroking in the same rapidly increasing rhythm.
Gasping, Wufei shuddered as Duo stimulated the place inside that flooded his body with waves of pleasure. His cry of surprise was muffled by Duo's mouth as he felt the braided boy's hand stroking him. His hands clutched onto Duo's body instinctively as he began to lose coherency.
Heero moved inside Duo, seeking and finding the area of pleasure in the braided one's body. Target locked on, he thought as he increased the rhythm to match Duo. His arm tightened around the Deathscythe pilot as he felt himself driven to the edge once again. His heart beat faster as he pressed his mouth to Duo's shoulder.
Duo bucked, crying out again, smothered by the kiss, as Heero stretched and entered his body. When he felt his lover strike the place inside of him, the pleasure was so intense that he screamed, his hips thrashing between the two, driving him into Wufei over and over. In a chain reaction, the Chinese boy groaned and shuddered, emptying himself over Duo's hand as he came hard. Duo drove back against Heero and cried out again, his voice spiraling up and up as he drowned in a flood of pleasure, losing himself inside Wufei's tight confines.
Feeling Duo drive back around him, Heero added his voice to the air as he erupted deep inside Duo's body. Leaning his head back against the sofa, he counted the seconds until his heart slowed, a smile of contentment on his lips.
Duo came back to himself a little later, feeling the warmth and stickiness with an expression of lazy indulgence. He raised his hand to his lips, licking his fingers, then wiggled a little so he could insinuate an arm around each of his lovers. He leaned his head back, sighing.
Wufei opened his eyes and couldn't suppress a soft laugh at the sated-cat look on Duo's face. Nor could he argue with it. Just being here was dizzying.
After another moment, Duo wiggled around a little more so he could look at Heero's face. He grinned at the smile there, and kissed the Japanese boy's cheek.
"The surprise...?" he coaxed softly, as his bangs tickled Heero's face.
Wufei blinked, all attention at the word.
Heero chuckled, then looked down at his two loves. "I bought a house," he said, simply. "It's for all of us, but if we decide it doesn't work for any reason, it doesn't matter. We'll still be together."
Duo grinned, watching Wufei. The Chinese boy's eyes widened slightly. "A house..." he repeated softly. His eyes locked to Duo's, and he swallowed, trying to understand why he suddenly felt his heart speed up. It's real, he thought. Duo nodded, somehow reading those dark eyes.
"Some breathing space for you guys," Duo said teasingly. "I think it's cool." He kissed Heero approvingly.
"Oh Duo," Wufei said, before he could stop himself. He looked at both of them. His eyes flickered down and back up, searching from one of them to the other.
Duo took Wufei's hand and brought it to his lips. "You can come and go as you like, Wu," he said softly. "It's not an obligation, right, Heero?"
"Hai," Heero said, looking into Wufei's dark eyes. "No obligation. It would be our base of operations, our safehouse. No one has to stay there except when they want. Where you are doesn't matter so much to me. You'll be in my heart till I die."
Wufei stared deeply into Heero's dark blue eyes. He felt things relax inside of him that he didn't know were tense. "Xie xie," he said softly. "Arigato, Heero Yuy. Thank you, Duo Maxwell." Voices from his past tickled his thoughts, Meiran's, then Treize, of all people. "No one has ever understood me as you do," he said to them both. "I think Meiran would have, had we time. I think Zechs may, someday when he understands himself. I never expected this gift."
Duo watched the Chinese boy and nodded, touching his cheek. "I know, Wufei," he said. "I didn't expect hope, or love." He shrugged and grinned slightly. "We're smart kids but we did have a lot to learn... it's good that we managed to survive long enough to learn some of it."
Then Duo turned to Heero and kissed him tenderly. "As for you... you are just a miracle."
"Hn," Heero remarked, tilting his head slightly. "I just think I'm a guy who has a dragon and a demon."
Wufei chuckled, shaking his head.
Duo laughed. Then he captured Heero's mouth and kissed him deeply. Resting his forehead against Heero's, he said, "Thank you for keeping me safe... putting up with all the shit... everything. Ai shiteru, Heero-koi."
"Ai shiteru, Duo," Heero said, softly. "My only regret was that I didn't get a little quality time alone with that beast."
Duo looked into Heero's eyes. "Gomen," he said. "If it helps, *they* are promising to dedicate the next few years of quality time in your honor..." He watched Heero to see if the Japanese boy understood what he was referring to.
Heero Yuy smiled as his eyebrow arched in delight. "Arigato," he said, "Domo arigato."
"Am I crazy, Heero?" Duo asked curiously, no longer fearing any answer his lover might make.
Heero nodded. "Hai, just like me," he said. "Hope they're still having fun."
Duo smiled. He let his gaze drift down Heero's body, then flicker to Wufei on his other side, then back to Heero's face. "You have no idea."
"Hn," Heero remarked in total understanding.
A few days later, two almost identical packages were delivered to a secret Sweeper base. There was no address, either to or from. The packages were to be hand-delivered to their recipients. Both were wrapped in brown paper and plain string, then sealed in small plastic pouches. One package had a single letter, G, scrawled on it, and the other had a number - 13.
Professor G and Treize Kushrenada each opened their parcels in private, which was kind of a shame.
Each package contained a rectangular cube of Plexiglas, with a nearly-identical artifact neatly embedded inside.
~Owari~
ENDNOTES:
Here's what I promised - the source of the quotes in parts 18 and 20.
"A daemonibus docetur, de daemonibus docet, et ad daemones ducit."
This is Latin, and is credited to St. Albertus Magnus, known as Albert the Great; scientist, philosopher, and theologian, born c. 1206; died at Cologne, 15 November 1280. The tranlation is from the online Catholic Encyclopedia entry on demonology. http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/04713a.htm
All quotes in German, as well as the one in an unspecified language are taken from the 1972 paperback edition of a book called The Satanic Rituals, by Anton Szandor LaVey. The specific rituals they were taken from are Die Elektrischen Vorspiel, and this one:
'N'kgnath ki'q Az-Staroth r'jyarh wh'fagh zgasa phr-tga nyena phrag-n'glu.'
is from the Ceremony of the Nine Angels. I took the liberty of exchanging the name Az-Staroth for "Az-Athoth".
Anton Szandor LaVey was a very odd person, about whom a lot of probably self-created legends have sprung. He founded the Church of Satan in San Francisco in 1966 and published The Satanic Bible in 1969. Sources on the web suggest that much of The Satanic Bible was plagiarized from existing authors, so it seems likely that The Satanic Rituals contains material from authors other than LaVey, but I do not know them to credit. Certainly some material from The Ceremony of the Nine Angels is probably stolen from Howard Phillips Lovecraft, the father of modern horror, and LaVey does give a nod to Lovecraft in the intro to that ritual. LaVey is one of those figures who inspire either devotion or revulsion. His influence on our character Anthony Elvay is evident. Interested persons may find this article helpful: http://www.churchofsatan.org/aslv.html, but it is doubtful that any one point of view on LeVay contains the entire story.
Actual rituals performed in Demons were all made up by Von and we have no idea if they work or not. Von is in no way affiliated with the Church of Satan. ^_~
ONE LAST NOTE: In doing the research for this story, I came across a very interesting group of articles on the subject of schizophrenia here: http://www.webcom.com/thrive/schizo/ and in particular one article, http://www.webcom.com/thrive/schizo/articles/nietz.html - "Similarities Between Nietzsche's Uebermensch and The Survivor Personality". The checklist of traits for Nietzsche's 'survivor personality' in particular, http://www.webcom.com/thrive/schizo/articles/nietz.html#description, describes Duo to what I found to be a startling degree.
And Kitsune has draw a beautiful illustration for this fic. Note that this pic is rather large, 95 Kb, so it will take a little while to display... More of her fanart can be found on her site, Kitsune's Lair.
What do you think?
bonnejeanne & von
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