11-Sep-2000
No warnings except the yaoi. This one is old. I've been working on it on and off for about 6 months. Finally got back to it due to reading several great vamp fics on the net. Thanks guys. Let me know what you think. Please enjoy.
I don't own the GW guys. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only.
Trowa had a massive headache. It wasn't really Duo's fault, but it took all of his self-control to remind himself of that. In the morning, the banged pilot had discovered Wufei had left the safehouse and taken Heero's body with him. When Duo learned his partner's body was missing, he, predictably, went off the deep end.
The American pilot delivered a rant worthy of the missing Shenlong pilot. Yelling about thieves, bodysnatchers, and untrustworthy friends, the young man started to head straight for Deathscythe. Quatre tried to convince him to wait, but Duo was beyond listening to reason. Not that he listened to reason anyway, especially when it came to Heero.
The other pilots knew Heero loved Duo; it was obvious in the way he protected his partner, cuddled with him at night, and smiled at the longhaired man's antics when he thought no one was looking. The self-proclaimed Shinigami returned those feelings, but never pushed Heero about them. Wufei said it was because neither wanted to find love and lose it during the war. Trowa thought it was because they were afraid to frighten the other away; Quatre and he once felt the same way.
Realizing Duo was indeed going to take his Gundam and search for the missing pair, Trowa grabbed him and used his superior strength to pin the smaller pilot to the wall. Having gained the other's undivided attention, the tall man explained that if Duo made one more move towards the door, he would take out the tranquilizers again. Violet eyes clashed with emerald and eventually surrendered.
The rest of the day was downhill. Duo's nervous energy made him a ball of trouble. Quatre and Trowa were forced to watch him closely. By noon, four attempts to escape had been made, the Arab was a bundle of nerves, and Trowa had black eye due to an unfortunate slip of the American's control. Needless to say, Trowa tied Duo up; only to have the pilot promptly break loose.
As a final solution, the pilot of Heavyarms cuffed Duo to his bed. It wasn't a perfect solution; the American had screamed his head off for two hours before becoming hoarse, but at least he stayed still. Quatre went back to explaining that Wufei most likely took Heero's body to perform a ritual from his clan. The Dragon Clan was known for having ceremonies to honor their fallen warriors. Duo remained unconvinced.
So that had been Trowa's day. His head ached, his eye ached, and his heart ached. Heero had been his friend. Watching the sunset, he couldn't help wonder if there was something he could have done; something he should have noticed. Nothing came to mind, but he still felt guilty. Hours passed and finally the night chill reached him.
Sighing, the pilot turned to go back inside. A blur caught his eye and then he was spun and slammed against the wall with such force he blacked-out for a moment. Dimly, he heard Quatre call his name. The thought of his gentle love coming under attack from whatever had him gave the tall man extra strength. Lashing out, his elbow connected with something solid and a resounding crack echoed in the night. Wanting to take advantage, Trowa spun around and then froze. Before him stood an impossibility.
"Very nice, Trowa," Heero smirked. Wufei leaned against the wall behind him, his nose broken and bleeding.
"H-Heero," the Heavyarms pilot gasped.
"Yes, my friend, it's me. Aren't you glad to see me?" Then the Japanese pilot smiled revealing two sharp canine teeth.
Trowa couldn't help shooting a glance toward the Chinese pilot. He too was smiling, showing off his teeth. The Latin pilot made a dash for the front door; strong arms seized him as his fingers brushed the knob. Four hands spun him around and he came face to face with a pair of grinning vampires. Again, Quatre called his name, but this time he sounded closer to the door.
Heero opened his mouth wide; twin points of white descended toward the tall man's neck. Cursing, Trowa tired to fight back. Wufei pinned his arms, Heero pinned his legs and body, inhuman strength imprisoning him. Briefly, the thought of calling for help looked like the only way out; then Heero's fangs pierced his skin.
Pure pleasure tore at his mind. Nothing in his entire life had ever felt this good. Wufei released his arms and all he could do was clutch at Heero and try to drive his teeth deeper. Some part of his consciousness screamed that surrender meant death, but too much of Trowa was wallowing in the sensations the Asian vampire caused.
Sooner than he expected, Heero pulled back. Crimson stained his lips and Trowa tried to stifle the whimper slipping past his throat. Wufei ran his tongue over the twin wounds in the other pilot's neck and watched as they closed over. This drew another muffled noise from the drained man. Both vampires could see the desperation and despair warring within him.
"It's alright, Trowa," Heero said softly. "We're going to be immortal. No more worries about losing each other. All our fears made foolish."
"Please, not Quatre," the tall man begged weakly. "He wouldn't be able to stand it. Please."
Wufei replied as Heero ran a long fingernail over along his throat.
"All of us, Trowa. Together forever."
Then Heero pulled Trowa close, burying the banged man's head in his neck.
"Drink," he instructed when Trowa did nothing. "Drink or I will not give Quatre the same pleasure I gave you. He will feel me drain him, feel his heart stutter. Is that what you want?"
With no other choice, Trowa opened his mouth and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the burning liquid Heero's blood consisted of. A curious sensation flowed in his veins, a cross between agony and ecstasy. It made him want more even as the urge to cry almost overwhelmed him.
Wufei watched carefully and when his maker nodded at him, the Chinese pilot gently pulled Trowa away from Heero. The tall man's eyes were dazed. Looking him over, the men knew the pilot would be a magnificent vampire. A Warrior to be sure.
They were just placing the near unconscious man down when the door to the safehouse opened, illuminating Quatre.
"Tro-," the word died in the blond's throat as blue eyes focused on those standing on the porch. Heero stood, his lips dark with blood; Wufei was next to him, fangs out; Trowa, green turtleneck stained with blood and a small smudge of red on his lips, hung limp from their arms. Time froze and no one moved.
The stillness was broken by Trowa's deep voice calling for Quatre to run. The man's voice set everything in motion. Quatre tried frantically to close the door, but Wufei smashed it in throwing the small blond halfway across the room. Before the Arab had a chance to stand, the raven-haired Asian pinned him face first to the ground, arms twisted painfully behind him.
"Don't hurt him, Wufei," Heero voice instructed. The Japanese man entered with Trowa slung over his shoulder. Blue eyes tracked his every move until he carefully placed the green-eyed pilot on the couch. Wufei pulled Quatre to his feet and all but threw him at Heero.
Capturing the blond with his eyes, the vampire ran a hand through his victim's silky, golden hair. Quatre was going to make such a beautiful vampire. White fangs slowly slid over Heero's carmine lips. He could feel the Arab's mind fighting his; the young man would be a master of mind control once he was turned. Using the hand in the blond locks, Heero tilted Quatre's neck until the soft, white expanse lay before him.
His teeth just pricked the surface as he heard a voice that haunted his dreams.
"No, Heero. Oh no."
Completing the plunge, Heero turned his eyes toward the sound. Duo stood cuffed to a bed that looked straight into the living room. Violet eyes were wide with fear and horror. Revulsion twisted the beautiful heartshaped face. Heero's soul cringed. Never, never did he want Duo to fear or hate him. Promising himself this whole thing would give him the time needed to seduce the longhaired keeper of his heart into bed, he mentally commended Wufei to bring Duo out.
Loud yells, curses, and one startled yelp from Wufei echoed in the house.
"Maxwell," the angry Chinese man yelled. "Why is nothing ever simple with you?"
"Let go of me you bloodsucking jackass," Duo responded. The sounds of struggle continued for just a little longer.
Wufei reappeared just as Quatre finished drinking from the Japanese vampire. The look of injured outrage startled Heero.
"He bit me," Wufei informed him shortly. "Biting is our job."
Heero's laughter roared through the house. "I think vampirism agrees with you, Wufei."
Duo didn't seem to think anything was funny. His eyes darted to the still forms of Trowa and Quatre and then back to Heero and Wufei. Neither man missed the slight tremor running through their friend.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Duo." Heero murmured and ran a hand down his love's cheek.
"Sure, Heero, whatever you say. Just drink me and leave me on the couch. Typical male." was the sarcastic reply.
"They aren't dead," Wufei growled. "Do think us so dishonorable as to kill our allies?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" the pilot of Shinigami retorted, rolling his eyes.
"Duo," Heero interrupted. His cobalt eyes bore into wide violet and conscious thought stopped for the American. No part of his body responded and he was trapped, screaming, in his own mind. "They aren't going to die. Tomorrow at noon, their hearts will stop. At midnight, they will be reborn as one of us. I wanted you to be a part of that, but I'm not yet strong enough to make more than two vampires a night.
I want to tie you up as they did. Somehow, though, I don't think you will be as calm for me as you were for them. Thus, you leave me with little choice. To make sure you can't escape or hurt yourself, I'm going to have to drain you until there's no strength left for fighting." This said, the vampire's fangs slid down.
Duo watched in unexpressed terror. His former partner calmly took Duo's chin and tilted the longhaired man's head. The American fought tears born from fear as those sharp points descended. A gasp broke past his lips as his skin was penetrated and pleasure beyond anything he'd ever known flowed between Heero and him.
Heat suffused his body where cold should have. Strength eased out and he sagged into his captor's arms. Behind the pleasure, Duo was still screaming and fighting; clinging to his humanity with the stubbornness that kept him alive on the streets of L2.
'Mine forever,' Heero promised in his mind.
The pilot of Wing Zero drained Duo until he passed out from the blood loss. Cradling the still form, Heero placed Duo on the bed he'd been cuffed to and made sure the curtains were sun-proof. Leaving the others to Wufei, he drew the smaller man into his arms and slept confident his future lover would be there when he awoke.
Wufei arranged Trowa and Quatre on the bed in the other room and left to hunt. The two new vampires would wake hungry and with Duo the only living human around, well the math was easy to do. Inside an hour, two OZ patrols were brought to the safehouse bound, gagged, and usually unconscious. The Asian spent another hour making sure their future meal could not escape. Finally satisfied, Wufei collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Several miles away, at an abandoned church/makeshift hospital, a redheaded woman placed the finishing touches on a secret compartment. Helen St. Vries had a bad feeling about this area. Her training as a Hunter had been less than half complete when she was ordered to infiltrate OZ. Like anything supernatural was going on within OZ. The young woman knew Inner-Council politics when she saw them.
Still, untrained didn't mean stupid. When her patrol was assigned to investigate an area where several other OZ patrols had disappeared, the former Hunter Trainee went prepared. The church was still equipped with medical items and stood in the middle of her patrol area; it even still had some of the original blessing hanging around. Holy ground was a great place to hide from monsters. So tonight she hid what little of her Hunter gear there was and her sword. Some deep instinct told her the time was fast approaching when she would have need of them. Looking into the still night, the young woman shivered.
End Part 4
A team of vampire Gundam pilots? Can any stand against them? Will Duo be able to escape? How will Helen fit into this? Where the hell is the lemon? Next tour.
Phoenix
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