Author's notes: Yes, this is the last part. This multi-part fic is finally finished...thank God, I thought I'd never finish one...now on to the others.... =_=
Warnings: Lemon, shonen ai, possible sap, slight humor
Category: Yaoi, TWT: timeline-what-timeline
Pairings: 1x2, assumed 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: [email protected]
Blood Fetish
Part 8
Wufei pushed the door to the safe-house open, not bothering to glance behind him as he plodded across the living room. "I'm going to bed," he muttered, still not looking back.
Quatre nodded distractedly as he followed the boy, grateful for Trowa's support when he took the steep stairs. His muscles ached and the tall boy had promised to give him a massage. Reaching the top of the stairs, he gave a single glance back and nodded to Heero before disappearing around the corner, a willing Trowa in tow.
"They look exhausted," Duo murmured, glancing at Heero warily as he held the boy's shoulders. "You can put me down now, really." The Japanese pilot didn't so much as glance at him as he was carried toward the stairs, Heero pausing only long enough to shut the door behind him.
Carrying the braided baka into their room, Heero deposited him on his bed, his glare telling the boy not to move as he stepped into the bathroom and grabbed a roll of gauze. He was furious, but he'd been even angrier when they'd first arrived on the battleground and he'd seen the number of suits Deathscythe had been fighting. "You lied to me," he spit, ripping Duo's pants as he quickly wrapped the boy's leg. "And you're injured."
"It's just a scratch," Duo complained, wincing when Heero pulled the cloth a bit too tight. "And I didn't lie! The orders said it would be a simple attack, how was I to know they had back-up troops. Sheesh, Heero, you don't have to jump down my throat. I could have walked up here, just fine. But no, you have to act like I've been mortally wounded or something. No one else was worried."
"Idiot, it's bleeding too much. If you had simply retreated when you found there were too many suits to take on alone, it wouldn't have happened."
"Heero, it's not like this is the first time I've been injured," Duo muttered, glaring at the boy who'd stood, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm not going to die over a little scratch. I've bled before, get over it. You're overreacting."
"You were irresponsible," Heero said scathingly, his cobalt eyes narrowed. "What would we have done if you'd been injured worse?" he asked, not bothering to reign in his anger at the boy's recklessness. "You know for a fact that we can't help you, none of us have the right blood type. And you still have the nerve to sit there and say I'm overreacting?"
Duo was confused by Heero's anger. Yes, he understood why the boy would be mad if he'd endangered the mission, but he'd called for back-up as soon as it was needed, and the others had shown up almost immediately. The mission had been accomplished, yet Heero was obviously furious. //He's throwing a fit...he never does that.// Wondering if the boy's anger was about something else, he relaxed his expression, tilting his head as he looked up at his friend. "Heero, what's really bothering you? I've fought on my own before, and I've definitely been injured worse, so why are you making a big deal out of this?"
"Because," Heero said sharply, his scowl not faltering a bit. "You aren't fighting alone anymore. We're a team, you can't take risks like you used to. You have to think of the consequences on the rest of us."
"Like *you* do?" Duo asked, his voice incredulous as his eyes widened suddenly. Leaning forward, he stared at the boy. "When have you *ever* thought about the rest of us when you were fighting? As many times as you've tried to self-detonate? It's *painfully* obvious that we're the *last* thing on your mind, so where do you get off yelling at *me*?"
"I wouldn't self-detonate unless it was to protect someone," Heero murmured, his voice dropping suddenly. Duo could swear he heard hurt in the boy's tone, and he blinked sharply. "And I think about you when I fight." His anger returned quickly and he was abruptly scowling again as he gave the violet-eyed boy an accusing glare. "I thought about *you* today, and it was such a distraction. If you hadn't acted so recklessly I wouldn't have had to worry about you."
Duo blinked at what he knew the boy meant as an insult, a small smirk coming to his lips as he raised an eyebrow at the scowling boy. "You were thinking about *me*? Yeah, I'm sure you were. You were probably so distracted you could barely get your mind off me long enough to fight." Laughing softly, he dropped his eyes. "I'm sure, Heero."
"That's right..."
Raising his eyes suddenly, Duo's mouth went dry as he took in Heero's serious face, the softness of his voice ringing in his ears. "What did you say? Heero...?" Those cobalt eyes bore into him, and he tried to swallow, choking briefly before blinking and clearing his throat. Then he promptly choked again, his breath nearly stopping in his throat when Heero placed a hand on his cheek.
"I said you're right," Heero whispered, glaring for a moment before his eyes cleared again. "I *was* thinking about you. It's so hard to think when I know you're in danger, that you might be hurt, could so easily die and there's so little I could do to stop that." Duo's mouth was open, and Heero nodded sharply. "I nearly died when you stopped breathing in that cell, Duo. It was as if something had crushed my heart and *I* was the one who couldn't breath anymore."
"Are you saying you...care about me?" Duo asked, his eyes filling his face as he stared at Heero. "Are you?"
"Baka."
"Damnit, Heero! Just tell me, are you?" He coughed as his voice broke, giving the boy a disgruntled look before he shook his head. "Why do you have to call me names? First you say you...and then you're calling me names?"
"Duo, what else would I mean? The thought of something happening to you kills me, of *course* I care about you." Heero blinked in surprise when he was suddenly holding a warm bundle as Duo's arms grabbed him, a smiling face inches from his own. "That was quick. I take it you...care...about me, too?"
"Baka," the long-haired boy returned, cheekily grinning as he squeezed Heero's waist tightly. "I'm hugging you and I'm about five seconds away from kissing you. What else would I mean?"
Heero's eyes narrowed at the boy's teasing, and he glanced over Duo's shoulders for a minute before meeting those laughing violet eyes. "Is your leg really only a scratch? It doesn't hurt?"
"What?" Duo frowned for a second, then grinned again, shaking his head. "I told you, it's fine. I've done worse than that falling out of Deathscythe."
"Good."
Letting out a startled sound, Duo found himself on his back on the bed, Heero leaning over him, those intense eyes shining into his. "Wow, I take it you have some repressed...um...feelings pent up, ne?"
"Hai," Heero murmured, his eyes moving over Duo's features before he brushed his tongue over the boy's lips, licking his own as violet eyes widened. "Duo, I want you to say something, you said it before and it nearly killed me, but I want you to say it now."
"Huh? What, Heero?" Duo sighed as a strong hand rubbed his chest, and he shook his head. "Tell me what, Heero, I'll say anything you want."
Heero ducked his head, touching his lips to Duo's cheek before trailing them down so he could taste the boy's neck. Then he lapped his tongue at the long-haired boy's earlobe, his breath sending a shiver through the slender frame beneath him. "Onegai...koibito. Say it, Duo, I want you to ask me again..."
"What's it mean?" Duo asked, his eyes closing as he felt those hot lips move to his neck again, then he sighed, gripping Heero's back. "Oh, I don't care what. Onegai, Heero? Onegai, koibito?" The answering growl made his eyes open, and he looked up in surprise when the Japanese boy suddenly took his mouth, tongue moving in to invade. His startlement at the move was lost as he quickly returned the gesture, pulling Heero down on him as they tasted each other. An eternity passed before they broke apart, and Duo gave a slow smile at the fire he could see in those normally passive eyes. "Whatever I said, it definitely didn't make you angry *this* time..."
"Hai, Duo," Heero said, his expression serious as he stared down at the boy. "You said please, lover, and my answer is yes, yes..." He bent slowly and sighed with satisfaction when Duo opened his mouth, head moving to meet him. Again, they kissed, and it was with an irritated breath that Heero pushed himself up, his eyes moving to the high neck of Duo's outfit. Without speaking, he moved to undo it, his fingers nearly flying over the buttons till he could push it aside and touch his mouth to the boy's exposed chest.
"Mm, so I called you lover?" Duo asked, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of Heero's kisses, his hands caressing the boy's lightly muscled back. "No wonder it bothered you...I thought I offended you...or something..."
Shaking his head as he loomed over the boy, Heero kissed him firmly before rising a bit. "Never. Just hearing that word--those words--coming from you...I nearly died. Duo," he kissed him, pulling back almost immediately. "You know what I want to do, don't you?"
The violet-eyed boy gave a slow and pleased smile as he looked up at the boy who'd begun to have a hint of a frown marring his features. "Not at all, Heero. What do you want? I'm at a loss."
//He's teasing me *now*?!// Eyes narrowing, Heero kissed the boy, grinding his erection into Duo and watching as those eyes widened. "I'm serious," he warned, when they'd parted again. "I'm not playing games with you, Duo."
"Good," Duo said quickly, his breath speeding up as he felt the boy pressed against him. "But I'd say we have too much clothes on." Pushing Heero back a bit, Duo undid his pants, kicking his shoes off as an afterthought before pushing the restricting clothing away. When Heero did the same, he pulled the boy back to him quickly, not wanting to blush as those cobalt eyes tried to move over him. "Now then, you were saying?"
***NOTE*** The rest of this part has been omitted due to the ban on NC-17 content. For the rest of the part, go to the following url:
http://www.geocities.com/arigatomina_gwfics/blood8.html
Warnings: Lemon, shonen ai, possible sap, slight humor
Category: Yaoi, TWT: timeline-what-timeline
Pairings: 1x2, assumed 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: [email protected]
Blood Fetish
Part 8
Wufei pushed the door to the safe-house open, not bothering to glance behind him as he plodded across the living room. "I'm going to bed," he muttered, still not looking back.
Quatre nodded distractedly as he followed the boy, grateful for Trowa's support when he took the steep stairs. His muscles ached and the tall boy had promised to give him a massage. Reaching the top of the stairs, he gave a single glance back and nodded to Heero before disappearing around the corner, a willing Trowa in tow.
"They look exhausted," Duo murmured, glancing at Heero warily as he held the boy's shoulders. "You can put me down now, really." The Japanese pilot didn't so much as glance at him as he was carried toward the stairs, Heero pausing only long enough to shut the door behind him.
Carrying the braided baka into their room, Heero deposited him on his bed, his glare telling the boy not to move as he stepped into the bathroom and grabbed a roll of gauze. He was furious, but he'd been even angrier when they'd first arrived on the battleground and he'd seen the number of suits Deathscythe had been fighting. "You lied to me," he spit, ripping Duo's pants as he quickly wrapped the boy's leg. "And you're injured."
"It's just a scratch," Duo complained, wincing when Heero pulled the cloth a bit too tight. "And I didn't lie! The orders said it would be a simple attack, how was I to know they had back-up troops. Sheesh, Heero, you don't have to jump down my throat. I could have walked up here, just fine. But no, you have to act like I've been mortally wounded or something. No one else was worried."
"Idiot, it's bleeding too much. If you had simply retreated when you found there were too many suits to take on alone, it wouldn't have happened."
"Heero, it's not like this is the first time I've been injured," Duo muttered, glaring at the boy who'd stood, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm not going to die over a little scratch. I've bled before, get over it. You're overreacting."
"You were irresponsible," Heero said scathingly, his cobalt eyes narrowed. "What would we have done if you'd been injured worse?" he asked, not bothering to reign in his anger at the boy's recklessness. "You know for a fact that we can't help you, none of us have the right blood type. And you still have the nerve to sit there and say I'm overreacting?"
Duo was confused by Heero's anger. Yes, he understood why the boy would be mad if he'd endangered the mission, but he'd called for back-up as soon as it was needed, and the others had shown up almost immediately. The mission had been accomplished, yet Heero was obviously furious. //He's throwing a fit...he never does that.// Wondering if the boy's anger was about something else, he relaxed his expression, tilting his head as he looked up at his friend. "Heero, what's really bothering you? I've fought on my own before, and I've definitely been injured worse, so why are you making a big deal out of this?"
"Because," Heero said sharply, his scowl not faltering a bit. "You aren't fighting alone anymore. We're a team, you can't take risks like you used to. You have to think of the consequences on the rest of us."
"Like *you* do?" Duo asked, his voice incredulous as his eyes widened suddenly. Leaning forward, he stared at the boy. "When have you *ever* thought about the rest of us when you were fighting? As many times as you've tried to self-detonate? It's *painfully* obvious that we're the *last* thing on your mind, so where do you get off yelling at *me*?"
"I wouldn't self-detonate unless it was to protect someone," Heero murmured, his voice dropping suddenly. Duo could swear he heard hurt in the boy's tone, and he blinked sharply. "And I think about you when I fight." His anger returned quickly and he was abruptly scowling again as he gave the violet-eyed boy an accusing glare. "I thought about *you* today, and it was such a distraction. If you hadn't acted so recklessly I wouldn't have had to worry about you."
Duo blinked at what he knew the boy meant as an insult, a small smirk coming to his lips as he raised an eyebrow at the scowling boy. "You were thinking about *me*? Yeah, I'm sure you were. You were probably so distracted you could barely get your mind off me long enough to fight." Laughing softly, he dropped his eyes. "I'm sure, Heero."
"That's right..."
Raising his eyes suddenly, Duo's mouth went dry as he took in Heero's serious face, the softness of his voice ringing in his ears. "What did you say? Heero...?" Those cobalt eyes bore into him, and he tried to swallow, choking briefly before blinking and clearing his throat. Then he promptly choked again, his breath nearly stopping in his throat when Heero placed a hand on his cheek.
"I said you're right," Heero whispered, glaring for a moment before his eyes cleared again. "I *was* thinking about you. It's so hard to think when I know you're in danger, that you might be hurt, could so easily die and there's so little I could do to stop that." Duo's mouth was open, and Heero nodded sharply. "I nearly died when you stopped breathing in that cell, Duo. It was as if something had crushed my heart and *I* was the one who couldn't breath anymore."
"Are you saying you...care about me?" Duo asked, his eyes filling his face as he stared at Heero. "Are you?"
"Baka."
"Damnit, Heero! Just tell me, are you?" He coughed as his voice broke, giving the boy a disgruntled look before he shook his head. "Why do you have to call me names? First you say you...and then you're calling me names?"
"Duo, what else would I mean? The thought of something happening to you kills me, of *course* I care about you." Heero blinked in surprise when he was suddenly holding a warm bundle as Duo's arms grabbed him, a smiling face inches from his own. "That was quick. I take it you...care...about me, too?"
"Baka," the long-haired boy returned, cheekily grinning as he squeezed Heero's waist tightly. "I'm hugging you and I'm about five seconds away from kissing you. What else would I mean?"
Heero's eyes narrowed at the boy's teasing, and he glanced over Duo's shoulders for a minute before meeting those laughing violet eyes. "Is your leg really only a scratch? It doesn't hurt?"
"What?" Duo frowned for a second, then grinned again, shaking his head. "I told you, it's fine. I've done worse than that falling out of Deathscythe."
"Good."
Letting out a startled sound, Duo found himself on his back on the bed, Heero leaning over him, those intense eyes shining into his. "Wow, I take it you have some repressed...um...feelings pent up, ne?"
"Hai," Heero murmured, his eyes moving over Duo's features before he brushed his tongue over the boy's lips, licking his own as violet eyes widened. "Duo, I want you to say something, you said it before and it nearly killed me, but I want you to say it now."
"Huh? What, Heero?" Duo sighed as a strong hand rubbed his chest, and he shook his head. "Tell me what, Heero, I'll say anything you want."
Heero ducked his head, touching his lips to Duo's cheek before trailing them down so he could taste the boy's neck. Then he lapped his tongue at the long-haired boy's earlobe, his breath sending a shiver through the slender frame beneath him. "Onegai...koibito. Say it, Duo, I want you to ask me again..."
"What's it mean?" Duo asked, his eyes closing as he felt those hot lips move to his neck again, then he sighed, gripping Heero's back. "Oh, I don't care what. Onegai, Heero? Onegai, koibito?" The answering growl made his eyes open, and he looked up in surprise when the Japanese boy suddenly took his mouth, tongue moving in to invade. His startlement at the move was lost as he quickly returned the gesture, pulling Heero down on him as they tasted each other. An eternity passed before they broke apart, and Duo gave a slow smile at the fire he could see in those normally passive eyes. "Whatever I said, it definitely didn't make you angry *this* time..."
"Hai, Duo," Heero said, his expression serious as he stared down at the boy. "You said please, lover, and my answer is yes, yes..." He bent slowly and sighed with satisfaction when Duo opened his mouth, head moving to meet him. Again, they kissed, and it was with an irritated breath that Heero pushed himself up, his eyes moving to the high neck of Duo's outfit. Without speaking, he moved to undo it, his fingers nearly flying over the buttons till he could push it aside and touch his mouth to the boy's exposed chest.
"Mm, so I called you lover?" Duo asked, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of Heero's kisses, his hands caressing the boy's lightly muscled back. "No wonder it bothered you...I thought I offended you...or something..."
Shaking his head as he loomed over the boy, Heero kissed him firmly before rising a bit. "Never. Just hearing that word--those words--coming from you...I nearly died. Duo," he kissed him, pulling back almost immediately. "You know what I want to do, don't you?"
The violet-eyed boy gave a slow and pleased smile as he looked up at the boy who'd begun to have a hint of a frown marring his features. "Not at all, Heero. What do you want? I'm at a loss."
//He's teasing me *now*?!// Eyes narrowing, Heero kissed the boy, grinding his erection into Duo and watching as those eyes widened. "I'm serious," he warned, when they'd parted again. "I'm not playing games with you, Duo."
"Good," Duo said quickly, his breath speeding up as he felt the boy pressed against him. "But I'd say we have too much clothes on." Pushing Heero back a bit, Duo undid his pants, kicking his shoes off as an afterthought before pushing the restricting clothing away. When Heero did the same, he pulled the boy back to him quickly, not wanting to blush as those cobalt eyes tried to move over him. "Now then, you were saying?"
***NOTE*** The rest of this part has been omitted due to the ban on NC-17 content. For the rest of the part, go to the following url:
http://www.geocities.com/arigatomina_gwfics/blood8.html