06-Apr-01
1x2 LEMON warning.
Title: T'ien Lung Ge (Celestial Dragon Song)
Authors: Laekin and bonnejeanne
Category: Action, Adventure, Romance, ANGST
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4x5 (Combinations there of)
Rating: R (Adult Situations)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought here.
WARNINGS: LEMON. Angst. A very young Original Character and at least one heartrending scene with dying children.
NOTES: What is being posted here was written by myself and Laekin together, just as everything else in the Companions of Fate series. The plot is hers, with a few small contributions by moi; she writes for Quatre, Trowa, Duo and T'ien. My contributions are confined to Wufei and Heero and some brainstorming. The writing sessions for this were between October 19 and December 6, 2000.
A few moments after Wufei left the kitchen, another set of feet entered. Heero crouched down and lifted Duo in his arms. "Come on, koi, let's go outside for a while."
Duo paused in his rapid handling of his own braid. He swallowed silently and laid his cheek against Heero's shoulder, then went back to the motion. At the moment he simply could not bring himself to care about trying to keep up his facade of normalcy. Had anyone else tried to pick him up, no matter how gentle the intention, he would have protested the action but he was all right with where ever Heero wanted to take him. Heaven or Hell.
Heero carried the braided boy outside to a wide bench swing that had somehow made it in with the playground stuff. He sat down there and pulled Duo across his lap, stroking his bangs and then his back. He made the swing move just a little, a gentle back and forth motion.
"Gomen nasai, Duo," he said softly, his own voice showing a bare hint of stress now that the two of them were alone.
Duo's arms stopped fiddling with his braid so that his arms could reach up and wrap around Heero's neck and shoulders. "I'm sorry too. I keep thinking back to what you said on that damnable airfield. I keep thinking of your sacrifices... our sacrifices." Duo paused, taking a tear stuttered breath. "It's not fair. It's not fair that you found someone to help you see life afresh and the same damn circumstances are going to rob you of that... once again."
Heero tilted Duo's face up and looked into those wide violet pools. "No..." he said softly. "I found someone to help me see... life... at all. You. T'ien..." he sighed, unable to stop the slight constriction but ignoring it, "I love T'ien. But I only know how to do that because of you. And I'm not sorry. I'm grateful, more than I can tell you, koi... what if... what if you'd never reached me? Never taught me... I'd have left the child without a moment's thought. What would I be then?"
Duo was quiet for a long time, but he touched Heero continuously. Stroking his unkempt dark silky hair, touching his throat, jaw, cheek, neck. Finally he took a deep breath, letting it out before asking in a smoother tone. "Did he really tell you to leave him?"
"Yes," Heero answered. "It took a lot to persuade him. Was I wrong, Duo?" His cobalt eyes shimmered suspiciously. "I've wondered... especially when I see what is happening to you..."
Duo's slender fingers fluttered back and forth across Heero's throat and shoulders. "When... when I lost Solo, I never thought I'd live through it. It hurt so damn much and I was totally alone, once again. I... I remember thinking I wouldn't live through it, hell I didn't want to live through it. I guess whatever guardian angel had me for a charge was working over time in those following months. I didn't want to hear his name, I didn't want to think about him... I didn't want to remember any of it." Duo stopped and took a slow, measured breath.
"Then... time passed and I met Father Maxwell and Sister Helen and they taught me how to accept... how to accept a lot of what had happened in my life. I realized that... though it still hurt to think about Solo and about being lonely... that I also could look past the fear and the terror of those last moments... and remember some of the good stuff. And it got better. Then I recognized the truth that Father Maxwell had been trying to impart to me. Without me to remember, Solo was truly lost."
Duo paused again, finally looking up at Heero, grinning just a little. "T'ien is a wonderful little ball of mischief and wisdom and I think it would have been a very sad thing if no one remembered him."
Heero listened closely to each word, watching Duo's face intently. He nodded, then said, "I didn't understand how much you would suffer, koi. "
Duo gave a little shake of his head, an almost aimless gesture. "I... I don't know what it is Heero. It's like... all the pain and the suffering from the war, all the sacrifices... all of it is coming back to me. I always felt regret at killing the soldiers. They were soldiers, following orders... but we were all so focused I never dwelt upon it. Now...I get the nightmares where just before I bring Deathscythe's arm down, I can see past the face plate of the mobile suit and I see T'ien's face... or yours... or Trowa, Wufei or Quatre's face."
Heero's arms tightened around Duo and he closed his eyes for a moment.
"I have nightmares too," he said after a while. "But I've always had them. They were supposed to be conditioned out of me but they come back, they always have. I learned not to talk about it because the conditioning was stressful and it never worked anyway."
Duo's own arms tightened around Heero and he curled himself up around the other boy's torso. "I guess for so long both my conscious mind and my subconscious were so busy with the war that they didn't have time to... assimilate it all. I don't know. Maybe it's our legacy now, Heero. We're supposed to remember those men and women. I don't know. I sometimes think I'm truly going mad with it all but then I see you... and T'ien and it's not so bad." Duo stopped talking then for a long, long time. His voice when it next sounded was soft and almost wondering.
"I really like this house, Heero. I can't remember if I told you that."
Heero smiled very slightly, almost a shy smile. "I'm glad," he said simply. His smile faded. "I promised you a vacation in Hawaii... and instead you got this... all this pain. I wish... I could find a way to make everything work."
Duo leaned back after a moment and looked at Heero. "When I was on Earth... I'd look up and think how beautiful the moon looked from afar. Heero... I think we should take T'ien to Earth. He should see where he comes from, he should get to see the moon that way."
Heero looked back. His eyes were shadowed. "If we find the satellite in time," he said. "I won't give up on it."
Then he paused, and his eyes focused inward for a moment. "Duo... you could take him. If you want. I can get a nurse to help you with him..."
Duo smiled, gently, vulnerability in the expression. "He'd never let you out of his sight that long. No. All of us go, or all of us stay. If you say there is still... hope... then we hold on to that."
Heero touched Duo's face gently, but his eyes showed something Duo had never seen in them before. A tiny bit of fear.
"I don't ...know if there is hope. I'm not going to say that. I'm not going to say it to him, or to you. Just that my mind tells me there are some unknowns left. If I don't find out those unknowns, I can't say I've covered every possibility."
Duo gave a little nod but then he grinned boyishly up at Heero. "I told you repairing Wing would be impossible and you proved me wrong." Duo snuggled closer against Heero's chest, closing his eyes feeling the swing moving beneath him and the soul-touching warmth of his lover against him. "You told me, you'd follow where I lead. Works both ways, koi. I'll follow where you lead, regardless of the outcome."
Heero closed his eyes and his mouth sought Duo's. There was an urgent possessiveness about the kiss, which was both gentle and passionate, and seemed to go on for a long time.
Duo gave a soft little moan into the kiss and turned towards it hungrily, like a starved plant towards sunlight. His hands slid off Heero's shoulders to slide around and cradle his lover's face in a tender and equally possessive gesture.
Duo's response was all that it took for the kiss to become something more. Finally leaving his lover's mouth, Heero's lips sought Duo's neck, kissing and nuzzling along the pale skin from under his chin to his earlobe. His hands stroked Duo's back and one slid further down, following the slight swell of his rear as if hungry for each curve.
Duo whimpered softly when Heero's lips left his, then his head fell back and his fingers speared through his lover's dark hair, gripping the thick, soft strands in a restless hold. He arched within Heero's arms, pressing his body into the stroke of the Japanese boy's hands and giving very soft little cries of fulfillment with each stroke. Though they had now been lovers for quite some time, Duo still soaked up every one of Heero's touches as if they were precious gems, collecting each to his heart obsessively.
Heero slid his hand inside the waist of Duo's pants in the back, curving his fingers to cup around the fullness of one sensuous hip, kneading it with strong, deft fingers.
Duo gave a moan and turned more into Heero's arms, turning his head till he could nuzzle against the sensitive skin just behind Heero's ear. Strong teeth caught hold of an earlobe and he suckled it avidly, lashing the flesh with his tongue as he squirmed in Heero's lap, his breathing starting to come hard and fast. Duo might at times be a little vocal but he was also extremely responsive.
Heero shivered as Duo's mouth closed around his earlobe. His massaging fingers slid along the curve to delve into the cleft between the braided boy's hips, stroking down and up. The yard was fenced and rather large but it was still a bit out in the open. Heero realized he was rapidly losing his judgment, as if Duo was sucking it out gently with his nibbling ministrations. Time for quick decisions, before all decision-making went out the proverbial window.
Rising with Duo tucked in his arms, Heero managed to snag a blanket that had been left on the corner of the porch from a previous day's picnic. Then he ducked into a little sheltered niche between the house and some bushes, at the side of the porch. He spread the blanket awkwardly with one hand and all but tumbled with his burden onto the rumpled square of fabric, kissing Duo again and again. The bushes screened them a bit, both from the neighbor's yards and from the windows of the house. It was the best he could do on short notice and Heero wanted and needed this interlude desperately.
Duo was completely oblivious to the fact that they were rather out in the open. His world had narrowed down to Heero and the warmth and need he felt for his lover. He squirmed, desperately, in Heero's hold as the other boy stood, afraid for a moment that Heero would insist on the pair of them showing a little restraint. His head dropped so he could attack Heero's throat, kissing him there almost wildly, feel the heat trying to burn him from within.
When they tumbled onto the blanket behind the bushes, Duo barely recognized what side of the house they were on. All he could focus on was the fact that Heero was touching him with the same needful intent that he himself felt. Wriggling about till he sat atop his lover, Duo reached back and quickly yanked off his own shirt, while continuing to ravage Heero's neck and collarbones.
Heero moaned, drinking in the sight of Duo sitting on top of him, and surrendered to the oral attack on his neck. He pulled one-handed at his own shirt, losing a couple of buttons in the process, as his other hand fastened once again on Duo's rear. Call it a preoccupation, it was quite urgently genuine. Heero bucked a little, rubbing his growing bulge against Duo's body, and his hand, having discarded the shirt somewhere off the blanket, sought and found Duo's braid, tangling in it possessively.
The braided boy had gotten it through his head that Heero did seem to like to have a hold of his hip and flanks. Bending down, he arched his ass in the air enough to give the Japanese boy a good grip while at the same time being in perfect striking distance of a nipple as the little nubbin was bared by over eager fingers. Moaning low in his throat, Duo fastened his teeth and tongue onto the flesh, nibbling and teasing it up to pebbled hardness, while his hands fluttered up and down Heero's bared torso, stroking lightly across the sculpted muscles beneath the satin soft skin.
Heero's back arched as well, as he responded to Duo's tongue and teeth. He bucked again, and reached around urgently to unfasten Duo's fly, tugging at the material to work it off of those beautiful hips. The swelling of his own still-prisoned cock was throbbing painfully in testament to his arousal and need as he wriggled under his lover's touches.
Duo squirmed to help Heero get his pants down. The American growled fiercely against the powerful chest beneath him as he was momentarily thwarted by the fact that he was still wearing his boots. Sitting up suddenly, Duo reached down and yanked his boots off, following this with kicking out of his pants. Now, completely naked, he turned back around and attacked the problem of Heero's pants.
Nimble fingers worked with extreme care as they released the fastening of Heero's trousers, reaching past the zipper, his fingers closed around the taut heat and Duo gave a soft cry of longing as he paused in his denuding of his lover to... cop a feel.
Heero groaned deep in his chest as Duo's fingers closed around his heated and aching flesh. His hips jerked, rubbing him against those fingers, and Heero used his grip on Duo's braid to gently but firmly bring his lover's mouth to his as he initiated a heated kiss. He sucked Duo's tongue hungrily into his mouth and then slid his own along it into his lover's warm mouth. His hand kneaded the now-bare curves of Duo's hips, stroking down one graceful thigh and back up to take possession again.
Duo leaned down obediently and fell into the hungry kiss, returning it passionately as his fingers danced across Heero's flesh, stroking moisture down along the shaft and back up. He used his other hand to push Heero's pants further down his own hips, scooting his body up a little further till he straddled his lover's hips. Breaking the kiss for just a moment, Duo sat up and did something very rare except around Heero. He reached up and freed the braid, letting the thick, silken chestnut hair loose to fall across both their bodies like a warm living curtain. Parts of the hair were still damp from the shower Duo had taken that morning and the whole mass smelled of mint and rosemary, Duo's one personal indulgence in shampoo.
Falling back across his lover, Duo scooted forward a little further as he devoured Heero's lips beneath his own, positioning his body so that Heero's cock rode against the cleft of his ass now.
The feel of that shining silk falling around him caused Heero's breath to catch in his throat. Another sensation, the touch of soft velvet skin against his aching cock, all but forced his hips upwards in a sudden reaction, rubbing his shaft against the soft curves.
Heero reached between them and slid his fingers around Duo's shaft, smearing the liquid forming there and coating his fingers with it as he stroked his lover. Then he slid his fingers down, between Duo's thighs, and rubbed the moisture against the small closed opening there.
Duo whimpered, a cross between a pleading noise and a demanding one. His hips moved restlessly against Heero's reaching fingers and he gasped when calloused hands closed around his flesh. The pleasure brought by that touch nearly brought tears to Duo's eyes and he tossed his head restlessly once again when Heero reached behind him with the slick moisture.
Bending at the waist, Duo attacked the other side of Heero's chest, which had been left all alone when Duo got distracted with getting them both out of their clothes. Once there, he teased and tormented the sensitive nipple, nipped and soothed, lashed and stroked it. The action of his mouth a plea for the fulfillment he knew was coming but that was coming too slowly for him.
"Heero... please..." Duo begged on a groan as he slid across his lover's powerful body.
Heero felt those two words sink into his soul as he rubbed and probed the tiny opening. Suddenly his body flexed and he tumbled Duo over onto the blanket and moved above him, between the braided boy's spread thighs. He pressed against the barely lubricated opening and slowly pushed past the tight ring and into Duo's warm body. Heero sank into the velvet heat until he was fully buried, and circled his hips, groaning at the sensation. He lifted one of Duo's legs a little, settling slightly at the angle he knew would bring him into contact with the braided boy's pleasure spot, and began pulling out and thrusting, slowly and powerfully at first but losing control all too quickly as the sensations drove him beyond sanity.
Duo tumbled onto his back with a soft 'ooof'. His long hair fanned out beneath him, across the blanket, the grass and even his own chest. Duo arched, moaning softly as he felt Heero position himself, then the braided boy bit into his lip as he coaxed his body to relax. The invasion brought a wonderful fire to the base of his spine, helping to ground him to the physical world and to his lover. The cotton-covered numbness had no hold on him at that moment, he felt everything from the pain to the pleasure and Duo cried out as he embraced the whole of it, his arms reaching for Heero, even as his body closed possessively around the Japanese boy's cock.
Heero moved, plunging into his lover over and over, seeking to give pleasure with each strong thrust even as Duo's body stroked his to the point of ecstasy. He held what control he could, bending to lick one taut nipple and then the other, and one hand slid around Duo's cock, stroking his flesh in time with the rhythmic impact of their bodies together. "Duo... koibito..." he breathed, the only words his mind knew then.
Duo's hands reached up, running urgently across Heero's straining body as he arched his hips in counter point to Heero's thrust. His head was thrown back, his face a picture of pleasure as the dual stimulation of Heero's hand and internal thrusts drove the American out of his mind. Moisture made Duo's temples shimmer as he tossed his head, moaning a repetitive denial, trying to fight back his climax but his body and nature would not be denied and the attention Heero was lavishing on him drove the American over the edge.
Duo bit hard into his lips as he tried to stem the hard cry of completion, the muffled shout still echoed between the house and the bushes as he bucked wildly beneath Heero.
The moment he felt his lover's body tense, Heero released the excruciating and raveling control and pounded hard, his body tensing as he too released his soul in a wild wave of pleasure that seemed to flood from Duo upwards to fill his body. He covered Duo's mouth with his own, as their bodies thrashed together, his arms tightening until they were locked against each other, shuddering in the aftermath.
Heero kept Duo tightly against him, gasping slowly, licking his lover's bitten lips gently to soothe them. His tousled hair hung in damp strands around his face, but his eyes roamed over Duo's face and body, memorizing, imprinting, drinking the vision to fill his carefully guarded heart. He hadn't meant for it to be so long, hadn't wanted it to be, and silently swore he would not fail Duo in this. Gently his kissed each eyelid lightly, reverently.
"Ai shiteru, Duo," he whispered.
Duo was sprawled onto his back, panting hard, gasping in air as his body gave little shivers of aftershocks. His arms were wrapped up around Heero, holding the other boy against him just as tightly as Heero held him. The tears fell freely from his eyes, tears of reaction. He turned his face into Heero's soft kisses, whimpering needfully, till he could brush his lips against his lover's, whispering softly.
"I love you, Heero Yuy." Nuzzling his cheek against the Japanese boy's in a rare show of an almost chaste affection, wholly at odds with the intimate and hotly sexual embrace they currently shared.
Heero kissed his love deeply, leaning back with reluctance. He brushed strands of that chestnut silk back, fingers lingering on it wonderingly. He said something softly in Japanese, and then repeated, a bit hesitantly, "...you are the spring of my heart, Duo Maxwell."
Duo's violet eyes widened as he heard the words softly spoken from Heero's lips. He lay there, looking up at his lover with an expression or rapt wonder. A trembling hand lifted and touched Heero's cheek, as if confirming that he was flesh and blood and not a desperate vision. Tripping his fingertips along Heero's face, Duo let out a shaky breath opening his mouth, then closing it.
It looked as though Duo was struck speechless for that moment but his voice was soft in the afternoon breeze when he spoke. "Oh, Heero... you never recognize how much light you bring into the shadows of my soul."
Heero turned his cheek into Duo's touch. He looked into those wide violet eyes. "No..." he said hesitantly. "But I believe what you tell me. If it's true... I'm grateful. I know I've brought pain into your life. If that isn't all... I am very glad. I need you like air. I never wanted to need anyone or anything. But I didn't want to live, either. I do now."
Duo opened his hand so he could cradle his lover's cheek in his palm. Feeling the warmth, the heartbeat beneath his fingertips. "Good. It ripped my heart out of my throat when you self-destructed. I didn't understand why at the time but later. You bring life to me, Heero. The good, the bad, the joy the sorrow... but the whole of it... and you don't leave me alone."
"I never will," Heero said softly. "Not unless you truly want me to... and to be honest, I'm not really sure about then. As long as I have you, as we are together, I can deal with other things. I can do what I have to do for T'ien. But I... worry about you."
Duo, once again gave way to the need to touch Heero, almost obsessively. Even though they touched as intimately as two people could, he still stroked the other boy's features and upper shoulders. "I told you... I would follow you. When you first told me you felt the urge to go back to where you could make a difference, I know I said I would wait for you... but I lied. I would go with you. Anywhere Heero. I'll stand by you, I promise. I won't fail you, koi. I need you too much." Duo gave a rueful little smile. He'd promised himself when Solo died that he'd never need someone that much again. Somehow, in his quiet, tender way Heero Yuy had slid past that very old guarded territory and taken up residence.
Heero captured one of Duo's hands and pressed it to his lips. "You can't fail me, koi. But I don't want to take you through something... too difficult. Promise, Duo, promise you will... talk to me... tell me if you feel... that it's too hard...?"
The braided boy took a breath, held it... then exhaled slowly and nodded. "I promise. That is what I mean when I say I won't fail you. I won't let myself slip into the all too easy habit of withdrawal. But... he's worth it Heero. The pain, the fear, the sorrow... he's worth it. To me, he's worth it because of the wonderful little kid he is and because of what he brings to your life, koi. Don't you know I would stop at nothing to give you everything?" Duo whispered the last words almost breathlessly as if the idea that Heero might not understand that had just dawned on him.
Heero tightened his arms protectively around Duo. "You must stop at one thing... never drive yourself beyond your limits... there's is nothing I want or need that requires that. Believe this, Duo. You are more important than anything else."
Duo curled a little into that protective hold, not above allowing it to shelter him at the moment. Though he was still fiercely independent, he would occasionally curl into Heero's arms and trust that the Japanese boy would keep life and the world at bay for a little while. Duo smiled gently. "How will I know my limits, unless I strive to push past them, koi? I hear your words, Heero, life won't take me from you without a fight." Duo spoke with a firm ferocity.
Heero sighed and kissed the braided boy who had given him a heart. "Hai," he said softly. Then he began slowly to make love to Duo again, ignoring the fact that the artificial colony day was going to fade soon. It didn't matter at all.
End Part 3
Laekin and bonnejeane
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