CHAPTER
TEN:
Earth
The market square was crowded, the smell and sounds
from the people and the goods that they sold, causing the new arrivals to choke
quietly within their hooded cloaks. Rickety stalls, barely able to stand, were
home to all sorts of products and food, ranging from live crabs in clay pots to
beautiful pottery and expensive jewelry. Burly and rotund men shouted for
people to buy their wares, women dressed in the native robes reciprocated the
act, some going as far as dancing for the passers-by. There was no shortage of
local entertainment for any weary traveler. At a street corner, one could find
a snake charmer or perhaps a magician or two. And let us not forget the
beautiful sights of the belly dancers, with torsos that seemed to bend with a
fluid grace that sent the watchers (mostly men) drooling at the sight. The
streets of
And goodness, was it hot.
The two visitors cloaked in
dark robes, their faces hidden behind the hoods, stared at each other and
sighed. They had been walking for hours and their feet were beginning to ache
with the effort.
“Why don’t we take a rest, my
love? We have been walking for a long time. Perhaps the place is not here…”
His words were rudely
interrupted by a snort. “No, Quatre. We will continue. I need to find the
amulet, if not my transformation may not be complete after all.”
The blond Arabian sighed even
louder, aqua depths staring at the buildings that surrounded them. “The
directions in the book said that he could be found in one of the houses here.
But I do not see anything that looks even remotely close to a…”
Duo’s hand on his arm froze his
words. “Look over there,” he said with a smirk. “What building is that?”
Quatre looked confused for a
moment. “It is a museum. A museum of archeology…”
“Yes. That is what we are
looking for.” The voice became a bit deeper. “My amulet is in there. Once we
have that, we can go to the pyramids and revive my real body.”
Quatre had to restrain
himself from cringing, but he placed a smile on his face and nodded. “Yes, my
love. I can’t wait until you get back to your original form.”
“DEMON!!!”
Both boys spun around quickly
to stare at the grizzled old man on the floor. His sunken eyes blazed with
accusation, the weak body trembling with age. His arms were outstretched, his
bare torso emphasizing the ribs that became even more prominent. He opened up
his mouth to reveal teeth that were in a state of decay and rot, several having
fallen out years ago.
“DEEEEMON!!” he bellowed
again, causing most of the passers-by to stop in their tracks. For an old man,
he sure did have some powerful lungs.
Duo’s hand gripped Quatre’s a
bit tighter, his lips pursing in a line of disapproval. “Filthy beings,” he
spat out coldly. “Let’s go, Quatre.” He was just about to lead them towards the
building when he felt his robe being tugged. Growling softly, he tired to walk
a bit faster, forcing himself to shake the annoying creature off him. “Let me
go…” He grunted, turning back around to glare at the now drooling man. The
sunken eyes seemed almost hypnotized, a look of longing and some insane glint
now in them.
“Take me with you,” the man
begged. “Save me from this wretched world! HELP ME!!”
“You fool!!” Duo growled.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?! Do you know what you asking me to do?”
The man nodded
feverishly. A crowd was beginning to
form and Duo could feel Quatre press himself against his body even tighter. The
claustrophobic sensation was beginning to creep in and Duo could barely
breathe. It seemed like everyone was choking the air around both of them.
“Leave us alone,” Quatre
croaked, burying his face into Duo’s back. “Make them leave, Duo.”
“YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!!” The
old man continued to cry. He was now leaving some of his spittle on Duo’s robe
and the young man was about to lose his patience.
“I swear if you do not let me
go, I will….”
Take his soul…
No!! He is too weak and clearly not in his right mind!
I refuse to allow such filth in my body!!
Ha! So even you have managed to become picky. Well, I
don’t give a damn about what you want, Duo Maxwell! Your body belongs to me
now! And if I say you choose him then you will very well do that!!
The boy fell to the ground,
holding his head as the pain seared through him. “Stop it…please…stop it!”
“Duo!” Quatre cried out,
falling on his knees beside him. “What is it?! Talk to me!!”
“Does he need some help?”
came a voice from the crowd. An oh, so familiar voice.
Quatre raised his eyes to
stare into the blank green one of the uni-banged demon hunter. The Chinese boy
stood quietly by his side and before he could control himself, Quatre began to
growl, his arms tightening around his mate’s aching body.
“Not you two again…”
“HELP ME!!”
“Oh, for crying out loud!!
Just shut up already!!” Quatre shouted, losing his patience with everyone and
everything. He rose fully to his height, hoisting his now comatose partner over
his shoulder. He raised his hand above his head, aqua depths flashing as he
wrote out the ancient symbols in the air.
Wufei noticed it quickly.
“Shit, he is trying to wipe out the entire crowd! Trowa!!”
“I’ve got it,” the older boy
replied calmly. He held out his own hand, pointing two fingers towards the area
that Quatre had drawn his sign. Muttering the counter-curse softly, he drew the
appropriate symbols, eyes locking onto the defiant ones before him.
“So, you have a
counter-curse, big deal,” the blond sneered. “This should keep him in check!”
And before Trowa could make a move, Quatre sent out a dart of flaming energy
into the heart of the old man, smirking as it reached its intended target. As
the old man fell to the ground, the crowd seemed to come back to life, everyone
beginning to scurry back to their homes, with cries of horror and
terror-stricken faces.
“IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD!!”
“RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!”
“SAVE US!!”
In less than thirty minutes,
the once crowded street was no more. Even the dogs and chickens seemed to sense
the ominous presence in the air, for they were no longer in sight. The body of
the old man shriveled into ashes and got blown into the wind, leaving the four
boys to glare across the street at one another.
“Let us go and we will not
hurt you,” Quatre said calmly, already beginning to lift them both into the
air. “We have just come to…”
“Take back what does not
belong to you.” Wufei bit back coldly. He whipped out his katana and held it
before his face. Muttering out the prayer that gave his sword extra strength,
the steel blade blazoning with light, caused Quatre to gasp and fall back to
the ground, shielding his eyes from the intense glare. “And now to finish you off!!” He raised up
the sword and pointed it towards the couple, watching the beam of pure light
head towards its destination, only to gasp as it seemed to bounce off their
bodies.
Trowa growled and held out
his hands again. “They have a shield, Wufei,” he commented dryly. He raised his
voice and gave the orders. “Calling on the power of Chosen Ones! Destroy the
shield that the devil has created!”
Quatre whimpered as he
watched the crackle of electricity bounce against the invisible shield. He knew
for a fact that he wasn’t the one doing it. Even as Duo lay in his passed out
state, the power of Amon-Ra was enough to protect them. “Wake up, Duo! I don’t
know how much longer I can take this…!”
You must fight, Quatre!! If you love Duo so much, then
why don’t you fight for him!!!
But…but…I am not as strong….
Stop giving weak excuses and fight back!! Have I been
teaching you for naught?! If you don’t do this, you both will die!! Get rid of
these pests before they get even stronger!!
Yes…I will…
The barrier was beginning to
break apart for Trowa and Wufei had now combined their powers together.
Gathering up his energy, Quatre laid Duo on the ground and closed his eyes,
outstretching his own arms to counter attack. “By the power of the one who
dwells within me…protect us with your strength…”
The shield regained its
solidity again and this little act did more to weaken him. His face was now
flushed with exertion, his knees threatening to crumple with the effort. There
was no way he could hold on much longer, he was going to…
I love you…
Huh?
He blinked and turned around,
eyes widening as he took in his mate. “Duo! You are awake!”
The braided boy blinked and
rubbed his eyes. “Yes, I guess….so…what the…?”
Trowa’s lips curled in
irritation. “Damn! Now he is awake as well! We should have finished this long
ago!!”
“I am getting a bit tired,
Trowa!” Wufei yelled as he stared up at the sky, which was now beginning to
blacken with dark clouds.
“Grr…we can’t let him cloak
himself in darkness!!” Trowa bellowed. The winds had begun to pick up and it was taking all of his strength to
stand on his own two feet. “Damn it!! I wish Heero was here!!”
Wufei could only nod. Bits of
sand had entered his mouth and he could barely see ahead of him.
“I…refuse…to…lose!!” And with another loud cry, he increased the power from his
sword, aware that this extra burst of energy was a detriment to his physical
self.
Duo got to his feet and
closed his eyes, allowing Amon-Ra to take over from him. The demon, more than
happy to comply, opened up his red-rimmed depths to pin them upon the
struggling hunters. “Honestly, without your partner, you both are amateurs!” He
raised his arms up to the sky and began the Summons. His rich baritone voice
willing the gods to cover the earth with darkness. An hysterical bout of
laughter erupted from his lips, sending his audience into a state of fear.
“Finally! Finally! I can be
complete…argh!!”
“DUO!!” The blond was just
about to run towards his fallen partner’s side, when he felt the searing pain
through his ribs. He gasped and held his hands to his now bleeding side, eyes
widening in disbelief as he coughed out a wad of blood. His vision becoming
hazy, he tried to make out the person responsible for it.
“You…you…” was all he could
manage before falling to the ground in a dead faint.
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The loud bang of the drawing
room doors opening caused the blond, who had been reading quietly on, to gasp
in shock and surprise. He eyed the stomping figure with slight worry, blue
depths following each troubled pace. Kami, he could feel the anger radiate off
the taller figure in waves and it was taking all of his strength not to scream
and confess some crime…mainly one that concerned helping to heal a certain
hunter.
“Those fools! Those stupid,
incompetent fools!!”
Zechs gave a soft sigh of
relief, before rising to his feet, the plain dark slacks he wore at the moment
molding lean hips and thighs. He walked up to his partner and placed his hands
on the tense shoulders. Massaging them gently, he murmured huskily against his
ear. “Which fools, my love?”
Treize couldn’t help the moan
that escaped his lips at his lover’s ministrations, but this was not the time
to enjoy the small pleasures, he had bigger fish to fry. A fish that somehow
involved his very disobedient employees.
“It’s Barton and Chang,” He
finally spat out coldly, pulling himself away from Zechs to pace towards the
large windows. “Did you not sense the change in the air earlier?”
Zechs nodded, hands clasping
together in a tight grip. “Yes, the winds took an evil turn today...”
“Is there something you wish
to tell me...Zechs?”
The blond blinked, eyes
widening as they stared at the broad back. He should have known that hiding
anything from Treize for so long would be virtually impossible. “I...I don’t
know what you are talking about. Why should I hide anything from you, my love?”
For a moment nothing was
said, as the silence in the room thickened. Finally, Treize spun around slowly,
those icy blue depths now even chillier. “Word goes around, Zechs.” Treize said
coldly, beginning to advance towards the younger man. “Word about your actions.
You...are...becoming...too...lenient.”
He stopped within inches of
his assistant, reaching out to caress the handsome face with his gloved
fingers. Zechs moaned softly as the feel of the expensive cloth brushed across
his feverish skin. He opened up his mouth to accept the questing fingers, his
tongue darting out to lick the cloth, eyes getting hooded with lust and fear.
He knew what awaited him and his body trembled with anticipation even though
the pain was going to be unbearable.
“Argh!!” He blinked back the
tears as he felt the sharp tug of his hair, nearly pulling off his scalp, as
Treize had sunk his other hand into his hair. “Treize...please...”
“I hate it when you lie to
me, my love,” came the husky whisper against his lips. “I know what you have
been up to, Zechs. Someone has been a very bad assistant.”
“Dear god...Treize...” He
winced in pain, a few tears spilling out of his eyes. Treize had begun to pinch
his nipples between his gloved fingers, the other hand still tugging on his
hair. His body arched into his partner’s, the dual combination of pain and need
almost driving him insane. “I was only trying to help...ooh!!”
“What was that again, my
love?” Treize sneered softly, the fingers mauling the sensitive nubs with a ruthlessness
that bordered on torture. “Since when did I need you to share your healing
powers with someone like that?”
“But I thought
that...aaaaaaaaah!! Oh god!! Please stop!!” He was openly sobbing now, no
longer caring if it made him look weak or not.
“You helped Yuy! And then you
sent Barton and Chang to
“I didn’t, honest, Treize!!”
Zechs pleaded. “They told me that they had sensed something towards the west
and I told them to check it out. They never specified what it was! You have got
to believe me!”
“Are you trying to tell me in
all your years as a demon hunter, that even you could not detect the sickening presence
of Amon-Ra?!”
“He is good at hiding his
presence to us. Even you said so yourself.”
The resounding slap seemed to
bounce off the walls of the darkened room. Blazing blue depths filled with
bitterness pinning their gaze upon the kneeling figure on the ground.
Zechs held his burning cheek and tried
hard to control the anguish that seared through him.
“You have disappointed me,
Zechs,” Treize remarked coldly. “I put so much trust in you and this is the way
you repay me?”
Zechs swallowed tightly,
cursing himself for the words that were about to come out of his lips.
“For...Forgive me, my love. I did not know...I mean, I was not aware...”
“You are no longer aware of
much are you, Zechs? Perhaps your time as my assistant has drawn to a close,
ne?”
Fear-stricken eyes rose up to
stare at the smirking visage of their master. “No...NO!!” He half
crawled/stumbled towards the aristocrat, clinging onto his leg like a cat that
had been denied its cream. “Please...don’t leave me!! I would die without you!!
Kami, I LOVE YOU!!”
“You love me? You have a
funny way of showing it, Zechs.”
“I will make it up to you! I
swear it! I will change! I love you! Please! Please!”
Treize chuckled and helped
the sniveling blond to his feet, eyes softening a bit as they took in the
flushed face. He leaned forward to press his lips against the trembling ones
before him. “That’s enough, my love,” he whispered softly. “But don’t think I
am going to let you off so easily. You deserve to be punished for your crimes,
ne?”
Zechs could only nod numbly.
“Yes, I accept whatever you wish to do to me, my love.”
That comment seemed to bring
back the smile on Treize’s face. “Then what are we waiting for! Strip out of
your clothes and wait for me in the dungeons.”
Zechs whimpered and quickly
slapped a hand over his mouth as he noticed the raised eyebrow from his mate. “Ye…yes...I
will be there, my love. Ready and waiting for you.”
Seeming satisfied with that,
Treize spun away, only to ask. “Has Yuy been taken away from there?”
“Yes, he is currently in his
quarters, still recovering.”
“Good. Our next task...after
I am through with you, of course...is to get back those two wayward warriors of
mine. And this time...I promise that their punishment will be one that they
will never forget.”
Earth
Duo opened his eyes and
stared blindly at the ceiling, his mind going blank for a moment, before his
vision seemed to gather some sense of orientation. He was staring at an
intricate design on the ceiling above him, the carvings and weird-looking
insignias making no sense to him at all. A gust of wind brushed against his
body and that was when he realized that he was, one, lying on a comfortable
four-poster bed that seemed huge with lace curtains around it and two, he was
as naked as the day he was born with his customary braid unraveled at the
moment. Sitting up abruptly, he stuck his head out of the curtains gingerly,
only to gasp at the beauty of the room he was in.
It was as if he had stepped
into the past. A past filled with rich history in a palace fit for a king.
Stepping out of the bed, he walked around the large room, oohing and aahing at
every piece of furniture and artwork. It was truly an Arabian palace.
“Wow...what a sight...” He
walked out to the small terrace, eyes filled with amazement at the exotic
flowers that hung around the balustrades, creating a sense of surrealism that
had him in awe. He leaned over the rails, and gasped at the lush gardens below
him. Flowers that he had never heard or seen images of, filled the large space.
Birds and...a white tiger? He shook his head and looked again. Sure enough
there parading around the grounds as if it owned the place was a large, white
“You are actually in one of
Master Quatre’s Estates.”
Duo spun around to face the
young Arabian boy that had spoken. He was dressed in the native wear complete
with a white turban and he looked no older than thirteen. “Who the hell are
you?”
“My name is Zazu,” the boy
said with a small smile, bowing in respect. “You are Master Quatre’s friend, yes?”
“Where is Quatre?” Duo asked,
brushing past the boy to stalk into the bedroom. He remembered something else
and spun around quickly to stare at the boy. “And what about the other two
men?”
“Other two...men?”
“Yes, don’t act all dumb on
me! There were two ugly men that were with us...so, where are they?!”
Zazu looked bemused and he
shook his head. “Ah, the kind doctor said that you would be feeling a bit tired
once you woke up. So you might tend to ramble, is what he said. I will show you
to your bathroom now, yes?”
Not waiting to see if Duo
followed or not, Zazu began to lead the way towards another part of the house,
his footsteps barely making a sound as he seemed to float in the air. Duo
walked behind him, still naked, ignoring the looks that were tossed his way
from the few servants that loitered the hallways. Like the room, every other
part of the house was just as lavishly decorated and Duo could only stare in
appreciation...only to bump into Zazu as the boy abruptly stopped.
“The baths, Master Maxwell.”
Duo walked past Zazu and
seemed to go speechless at the room that he had been led into. Designed to look
like a giant sized Olympic pool, the steaming waters looked more than inviting
to the aching boy. Statues of god and goddesses, flowers and hanging vines
added a touch of serene beauty, giving one a sense of being in the middle of a
lake in a forest of some sort. Smiling in glee, he was just about to dive into
the pool, when he saw the others that occupied the same space.
“Shit!! What are they doing
here?! Zazu!!”
The doors to the bath were
slammed shut, leaving Duo fuming as he glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry,
Master Maxwell but it is the doctor’s order.”
“Why, you little runt! You
get back here and get me out of here!! I don’t want to remain stuck in this
place with those people!! Let me out!!”
Gah! Where are you, you fucking demon, when
I need you?!
“Don’t overreact, Duo. We do
not have our weapons with us, so there really is no need to fear us at the
moment.”
“And you are?”
“Trowa Barton. The one
scowling in the corner is Wufei Chang.” The eyes that had been closed, opened
to pin their gaze on him. “Why don’t you join us?”
“Like hell,” Duo spat out
coldly. He made his way towards the other end of the pool and plopped down on
the stone steps, tapping his foot impatiently and refusing to make eye contact
with the other boys in the water. “How did I get here? And where is Quatre?”
Trowa and Wufei exchanged
glances, before Wufei decided to speak. “We were all stopped by the doctor...”
“Who is this goddamn
doctor?!’
“If you would shut up for
five seconds, then maybe I could tell you!!” Wufei bellowed in irritation.
The two boys glared and
growled at each other before Trowa chuckled and swam up to Duo. He stopped
within inches of the still-snarling boy, noticing that Duo seemed to flinch
from the close proximity. Not that Trowa blamed him. He rested his arms upon
the ledge of the pool and raised his eyes to the long-haired one, noticing
again that up close, Duo Maxwell was even more breathtaking than he was given
credit for. Trowa felt his body react to the naked flesh just a few inches away
from him and he cursed inwardly. Trying hard to keep his expression neutral, he
decided to explain to the confused boy.
“The doctor is the one that
Amon-Ra wants. That was why you both came here, ne?” At Duo’s reluctant nod, he
continued softly. “He is a powerful sorcerer and he is believed to be the only
remaining real sorcerer left in the world as we know it.”
“Trowa...”
“It’s okay, Wufei. The waters
have calmed the evil spirit down. In fact, the house has.”
Duo raised an eyebrow in
confusion. “What...what do you mean?”
“It’s simple,” Trowa
continued, as he felt Wufei swim up to them. “The doctor was the one who shot
us all down to stop the fight and he brought us here. This is one of Quatre’s
homes and the doctor had blessed it before we came in. So you see, your powers
and ours are quite useless in here...”
“Goddamnit!
I have to get out of here!” Duo cried, getting to his feet quickly, only to
find himself spluttering in the warm depths of the pool, for Trowa and Wufei
had pulled him in. “What the fuck do you two think you are doing?!” He shouted
angrily. “Let me out!! I need to find Quatre!!”
“Are you that foolish?!”
Wufei shouted back in anger, his face now within inches of the flushed looking
boy. “Are you that willing to sell your soul back to him?!”
“Shut up!! You don’t know
anything about me! Who the hell are you to judge me?!”
“You have allowed a demon to
take over your body and have taken the lives of many!! And yet you stay there
and ask us why we judge you?!” By this time the Chinese boy was so livid, he
looked ready to kill the American.
“Wufei…my love…” Trowa began
softly, moving up to his irate partner. He placed his hands around the handsome
face, fingers tracing the pouting lips with a small smile on his face. “My dear…you
must remember that Duo had no choice in the matter. Perhaps it was fate that
caused him to be the one chosen to bear the demon within him and you must also
remember that we are dealing with ‘Duo’ the boy now. The evil entity is no
longer in here. Please, my love…will you calm down…for me?”
Trowa closed the distance
between their lips, eyes closing as his tongue was readily welcomed into ready
and waiting depths. Wufei groaned and wrapped his arms around the slender
waist, pulling the older boy into a tight embrace that sent their naked bodies
sliding against each other’s in delicious movements. The kiss deepened, tongues
dancing a wild tango, breaths becoming harsh as their desire grew. Trowa tore
his lips away from his mate’s, eyes now glazed with lust as he darted them
towards the stunned American who looked like a zombie a few feet away from
them.
“Why don’t you join us?” he
asked with a smirk, even as his teeth began grazing the tender flesh of his
partner’s neck.
“Aaah…Trowa…” Wufei managed
to gasp out. “I don’t…want…him…touching…ooooh…me…harder,
my love…mmm…please…”
Duo snorted and turned his
face away. “Like I would want to touch any part of your filthy bodies!” He
waded out of the pool and walked out of it, fully intending to knock his way
out of this prison. There was no way he could remain in here with the sounds of
the two lovers getting louder by the second. He whimpered as he heard Wufei’s
cry and it didn’t take a scientist to know that things were getting a bit hot
and heavy behind him.
“Dear gods…someone please let
me out! Q…where are you?!”
He moaned and closed his eyes
as Wufei’s pants and moans seemed to reach fever pitch. What the hell was Trowa
doing to him?! Cursing himself for even wondering why, he opened an eye to take
a peek, only to gasp softly at the erotic sight before him. His traitorous body
reacted violently to the picture that the Chinese boy and his partner made.
Trowa was still in the pool, but Wufei now sat on the ledge, body arched in a
taut bow as he was currently being swallowed and sucked by his older companion.
Duo could feel his own erection spring to attention and he was unable to stop
his hands from brushing against it.
Wufei’s face was flushed as
his hands sank into Trowa’s locks, his mouth opened in his soundless scream as
his entire length was treated to actions similar to that of one eating a
lollipop. Duo’s hand began to stroke his own aching need, thumb caressing the
slit, rubbing the drops of pre-cum that had gathered over the slick flesh. He
sagged limply against the wall as he watched Trowa roll his tongue over the
saliva coated slit of Wufei’s erection, watched as Wufei almost lost his mind
as the older began to slide a finger into his tight opening. Duo’s hand worked faster,
pumping himself in rhythm to Trowa’s thrusting fingers. His eyes rolled to the
back of his head as imagined himself being swallowed by his mate and…
Heero…
“What?” He gasped out softly,
even as Trowa had now spun Wufei around to expose his taut ass cheeks to his
gaze. “Why am I thinking about…Heero Yuy?”
He closed his eyes and saw
the cobalt blue depths that had haunted his dreams for many nights now. Lying
back on the cool stone slabs, Duo arched and thrashed his head from side to
side. The vivid image of Quatre and Heero filling him inside and out sent him
into sensory overload. Trowa had gotten out of the pool and now held his
moaning partner’s hips tightly against his, his turgid member slamming into the
prepared and ready opening. Duo’s eyes drank in the sight, his body beginning
to tense as it got close to its completion. He could feel the slow rise of heat
pool in his lower abdomen and as Trowa began to stroke Wufei’s erection, Duo
finally squeezed his eyes shut, the orgasm causing him to become speechless.
Wufei’s howl, quickly
followed by the loud grunt from Trowa, sent him over the edge and with a lusty
cry of his own, Duo came all over himself in an orgasm that left him panting
and gasping for breath on the floor. He couldn’t even lift himself up at the
moment if he tried and he had the feeling that Trowa and Wufei would not be
able to move much either…or not.
“Need help getting that off?”
Trowa asked with a smirk as he crawled up to lean above Duo. Wufei had almost
crept up his side, a lazy smile on his handsome features as his fingers began
to caress the hardened nipples.
Duo blinked at the wanton
looks in the eyes before him and found himself swallowing in slight fear, but
eager anticipation. “Wha…I thought you were…aaaaaah!!”
Words were no longer needed
as Duo Maxwell found himself becoming the feast for two very hungry demon
hunters.
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The stoic boy walked down the
hallway, his expression never giving away the feeling of disgust and jealously
that raged through his body. It was bad enough that he had had to watch Treize
and Zechs perform their ‘act’ for him and now to see this…
Kami, it hurt.
Yes, he, Trowa and Wufei had
had their moments together, but Heero had always felt more like the odd man
out. They invited him and he had gone willingly enough, enjoying the sensations
as best he could, but without really ‘feeling’ much.
He clenched his hands into
tight fists as he walked up to the doors that would lead to the large library.
He had tried to get some sleep, but the same damned vision had continued to
haunt him. Duo, naked in the company of his partners, performing acts that had
sent him to the bathroom more than five times in less than an hour.
Pure and simply put, Heero
was jealous and that was why he was taking the risk. He would go to
He stepped into the large
circle that had been painted on the floor and raising his hands to his
forehead, he muttered out the appropriate words. In mere seconds, the boy
seemed to disappear into thin air, leaving nothing behind but the faint smell
of his unique scent.
Winner Estates
Earth
The tall silent figure stood
watching the approaching young man with interested eyes. He didn’t turn around
as the door to his office opened.
“You sent for me, my lord?”
the servant asked with a light bow.
“Yes. Prepare another room,
Mohammed. It is almost time for the final act to begin.”
“My Lord?”
“Yes, Mohammed. Everything is
in place. They are all here and this time…we will defeat Amon-Ra at his own
game.”