God of Death

Milliardo had shown him around after he had met the rest of the Tenshi’s and it was actually a fairly nice place. All of the closed doors had opened up to much larger rooms that made up for the endless hallways. Though, there weren’t any windows, but even that was made up for by landscape paintings. Limbo really was just like a big house. Bedrooms, offices, bathrooms, training rooms, there was pretty much a room for every possible thing you could want to do.

The platinum haired man had explained why he had been so tired when he had gone to earth. He had compared it to how babies always slept because they were getting used to moving their body and eating and such. Tenshi’s were like that only they didn’t need to eat to keep up their energy. So, it didn’t surprise him that he was getting tired after only a few hours of being awake. Milliardo accompanied him back to the throne room, instructing him that the next few weeks would require nothing more than him adjusting to his body.

Duo was kind of glad that that was all he had to worry about. Closing his bedroom door and going to the closet that Treize had promised to fill, Duo sighed when he opened it. He didn’t think he had ever owned as many clothes as were in his possession now. Changing into a pair of black silk pants, the braided boy sighed in ecstasy. He had never even felt silk before and now, it looked like all of his sleeping clothes were made out of it. His head had just touched the pillow and his eyes had just drifted shut when someone knocked on his door. He really wanted to tell them to go away, but the door had already opened and closed. He hoped that meant that whoever it was had left since he hadn’t even bothered to open his eyes yet.

“Shinigami?” The word was spoken so quietly, that Duo almost ignored it. He wanted sleep but…the Asian had come to his room so nicely on his own. He didn’t even sound upset right now.

“Hmm?”

“Treize, Une and Milliardo think that you should wait to learn how to train. I think you should start training tomorrow.” Duo finally cracked one of his eyes open to stare at the boy.

“Alright. I’ll go to the training room when I wake up tomorrow.” Duo could have sworn he saw the boy smile before he left, but he wouldn’t bet on it. He hadn’t seen the Asian smile once since he had been here.

True to his word, the boy had woken the next morning, gotten dressed and headed straight to the training room. Lady Une seemed to be surprised to see him, but she still invited him in to watch. So, that was what he did. He watched what the Angels were doing…or more precisely, he didn’t watch what they were doing. He couldn’t see a damn thing they were doing. At first it had annoyed him, but the more he watched, the more he could see…colors. It wasn’t that he was couldn’t see colors, it was just…these colors were so vibrant and he hadn’t noticed them before. It was sort of reminiscent of the time that he had eaten something out of the garbage and everywhere he looked was like an oil spill. This was…different though. It was like each person he was looking at had a color specifically their own.

“You can see them, can’t you?” Duo looked up at the boy standing next to him. The Asian was leaning against the wall, being sure to look forward and not at the boy next to him. “They wanted you to wait to start your training. You’re the God of Death, I figured you wouldn’t need the extra time.”

“So…what exactly am I seeing?”

“Ask Lady Une. I need to go.” Duo frowned as the boy left. What had he done that made this Angel so mad at him? Other than apparently claiming him on accident. Though…Duo couldn’t actually say he regretted it. He may not have known what he was doing, but that boy was gorgeous. If he had to be stuck with someone for the rest of eternity, they may as well be nice to look at.

The braided boy frowned again. That was very…superficial. It wasn’t like him to look at someone because they were attractive or not. You couldn’t afford to when you were living on the streets. You took what you could get. Why would the way the Asian looked have so much weight with him? Noticing a pair of boots come into his line of vision, the boy looked up to see Une looking at him contemplatively.

“Why can’t you two seem to get along?”

“Ask him.” Duo’s frown deepened. What was wrong with him? He was always so nice, but this one boy just…got under his skin.

“Well, you might not know this, but since you’re the God of Death, your state of mind controls how well Limbo functions. So get over it and make up with him before everyone starts having problems controlling themselves.”

“Everyone knows what I’m thinking?” Une sighed before sitting next to him.

“Only your four Angels will be able to feel it. The one’s that command everything here. Two trainers, one sorter and one healer. You don’t have your Tenshi’s to take care of those positions yet, so if you’re unsure about something…the ones that are in charge of different sections here will feel the need to second guess themselves. If you’re irritated by something…or someone, we’ll slowly start to get irritated over everything. Until you can control it, you should try to stay on the passive side.” That was why Heero wanted him to start training. He didn’t want him to learn to see the colors or anything helpful to him. No, the Asian simply wanted him to control his emotions so that everyone would stop bugging him about it.

That selfish little asshole. If Heero had a problem with him, why couldn’t the boy just say so? Tell him to his face? Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Duo nodded to the woman. He could stay on the passive side. He would just have to stay away from his Angel and they wouldn’t have a problem anymore. Excusing himself from the room, he didn’t see the sudden look of surprise from the woman that had been sitting next to him. He had just completely shut off his anger. It was just…gone. This boy had absolutely no idea what kind of power he had now.


1 * 2


Staying away from the Asian was both one of the most easy and difficult things Duo had ever done. It was simple to stay away from him, the boy seemed to agree with his methods, but the others didn’t. He had quickly figured out that Treize, Milliardo, Une and a woman named Sally, were the ones that were taking care of things in Limbo. They kept looking at him like they wanted to ask why he was avoiding the Asian, but they never did. It was his choice to not want to see the boy and they wouldn’t force them on one another. At least, not until things got out of hand.

Which the four found happening rather quickly. Sally had come in to look at the braided boy to make sure that he was adjusting to his new body, and when she had casually asked about his other Angel, he had yelled at her until she had left the room crying. Treize knew this was ridiculous. If the boys couldn’t get along like adults, they would be treated like children.

It had started out simply enough, telling them that they could or could not do something that would make them avoid the other. It had almost resulted in a fist fight. Heero had been on his way out of the training room when Duo had been coming in and one of the other Angels had made a snide remark about not wanting to see them fighting and Heero had just snapped. He had gotten one good hit on the Tenshi before he found himself floating in a glass sphere.

All of the Tenshi’s in the room had started laughing until they noticed that Heero couldn’t get out. They had all turned as one toward Shinigami and stopped laughing. Duo didn’t know what he had done, but the sphere disappeared as soon as he had all eyes on him. He felt the overwhelming urge to tell the Angels that they were not to touch what was his, but he bit his tongue. The Asian looked angry enough without his statement.

Within the next two weeks, the American found himself to be quite a bit happier. He could see aura’s without much strain, people were leaving him alone and mostly, he hadn’t seen Heero in over a week. Which was fantastic since no one had brought him up…no one. Why did they stop pressuring him to get along with the boy? For that matter, why couldn’t he stop thinking about him?

“You feel sick, don’t you?” Duo nearly jumped off the throne. How had he not noticed the doors to the throne room opening.

“A little bit, but I’m okay Sally. I get sick all the time.” The woman smiled softly as she crossed to the throne and took his hand.

“Not here you don’t. We don’t get sick Duo, not unless we get something while we’re on earth and I heard that was weeks ago.” The braided boy gave a slight nod. It had been a couple weeks since he had last been on earth, but there was nothing to worry about. He always got sick.

“I’m fine...just a little itchy I guess.” Sally frowned at him.

“When was the last time you saw Heero?” It was Duo’s turn to frown. What did it matter if he saw Heero?

“Over a week. I’m not exactly sure.”

“Treize!” The braided boy looked confused for a few moments before the double doors opened and said man appeared.

“Yes Sally?”

“Find Heero.” The man looked to Shinigami before sighing.

“You find Heero, I need to talk with Duo.” The woman didn’t argue, she simply left the two men alone to have their discussion. “Angel’s can only die by a broken heart. Unfortunately, the only way to get a broken heart as an Angel is to have your lead Tenshi act as though you don’t exist.”

“I…I killed Heero?” The taller man shook his head.

“You’re feeling itchy, yes?” Receiving a nod, he continued. “You need to be in contact with your Angels or this will continue to happen. Usually when you need the contact or even just company of your Angels, there will be signs of it. You’re literally itching to get your hands on him.” Duo let out a laugh.

“Well, we’d be fine if he felt the same way, but unfortunately, he doesn’t. So…what? We’ll need to hang out every now and then?”

“Think of it this way, Duo. If touching him is like reaching an itch you couldn’t scratch before…wouldn’t you want to touch him as often as possible?” The braided boy frowned again. Yes, he would like to touch the boy, but not against his will. He was about to say as much when Sally helped Heero walk in to the room. Duo gasped at the long bloody scratches that were covering the boy’s arms.

It only took a moment for Sally to manipulate the boy’s aura into closing the skin, and by that time, Duo had crossed the room and taken one of the Asian’s hands. He really wanted to hug the boy, but the glare that the Asian had shot at him made Shinigami choose not to. He did however, shutter in pleasure the moment their skin touched. Whatever had caused him to be itchy was suddenly replaced by the feeling of warmth. He had never been this warm when he was sleeping on the streets, but just touching the boy made his body feel like it was melting.

“I don’t want to be here.” Heero felt shame as he tried to pull his hand away from the boy and realized that he couldn’t. Duo had a good grip on him, yes, but his own body didn’t want to pull away from the braided boy.

“Heero, you know what is suppose to happen, and I know you’re not happy with it. Just, try to get along with him. A handshake, a hug…just do something at least once a day to make sure you two get contact.” The Asian frowned as he forcibly ripped his hand from Duo’s.

“Fine. But only the minimum amount to make my skin stop crawling.” Duo just stood watching as Heero turned and left the room. Part of him was happy that he would get an excuse to touch the boy every day, but the rest of him felt like he shouldn’t be happy. Heero didn’t want to have anything to do with him, and he seemed pissed that they were being forced together. Sighing to himself, Duo returned to the throne. He was quiet for so long that Treize and Sally had actually looked at each other to see if they should leave him alone.

“What else do I take care of? I can take more on.” Treize smiled sadly and nodded to Sally, allowing her to leave while he explained what else Duo would be in charge of in Limbo. Soon enough, the boy would be in charge of everything, but Treize was taking his time, letting the braided boy adjust to what was happening before he piled more responsibilities on to the boy.

The next few days were hard on Duo. When he had wanted more to do…he didn’t think that it would include going through files of the most dangerous serial killers and choosing when they would die. He had asked Treize why he couldn’t just choose to have them all die at the same time. To which the man had replied that some of them would be in jail for the rest of their lives when they were caught, which Duo had agreed was a much better punishment than just being allowed to die. It was...difficult, to see what all of these murderers were doing or planned on doing and having to wait for them to reach the justice that they deserved. Though, Treize was with him over the next few days and had told him that he would have made the same choices of who should be killed and who should wait.

Heero had been…cordial to him. Silently coming into the throne room and staying next to him for a few moments before he would leave. It helped for a while, but his skin would always start itching again before he went to bed. Duo refused to go searching for the Asian. What else could he do but sit touching him? Oh, Heero would just love that. Forcing himself to hold still as he fell asleep, he let out a small whimper. It itched, and the more he moved, the more it irritated him and the more it itched. This was becoming a vicious circle and it didn’t seem like the time with the Asian was helping as much as it had when they had started.


1 * 2


Heero was…well…pissed. He had been doing so good trying to avoid the braided boy, but it seemed like the more he itched, the more he found himself going to the boy. He tried to stay away, but he would find himself in the throne room more often than not. It was infuriating. He didn’t want to need to go to Shinigami. He would be fine if he never had to interact with the boy. Now though, it seemed that every time he came to the throne room, Treize found some excuse to leave them alone together.

Heero knew what was going to happen. It was suppose to be a privilege to be one of Shinigami’s Angels. He didn’t care. He was happy to just be some nameless Tenshi that didn’t have to worry about pleasing his leader. His leader. He liked being on his own, why did he have to be one of that boy’s Tenshi’s?

Groaning in irritation as he realized that he had walked to the throne room again, Heero opened the door. He was here anyways, he may as well take a few moments to relieve some of the itchy feeling. The room was empty though. Well, that wasn’t true…it was only empty of Duo. Treize seemed to be waiting for him. Heero didn’t even have to ask for an explanation before Treize had started talking.

“He’s on earth with Lady Une.”

“He’s already learning how to take souls?” The look Treize gave him made him feel slightly ashamed for asking. Of course he was already learning to take souls. He was Shinigami, the God of Death. He would need to know, and he had the natural ability to do it already.

“You realize that the sooner you get it over with, the sooner we’ll all be happy about it. We’re starting to feel the need to be close to him and I don’t know how long we’ll be able to stay away from him.” Heero growled. Duo was his, they couldn’t have him. Wait…where did that come from? “We want to touch him the same as you do…now if you would be so kind as to just-”

“It will happen if it happens.” The boy turned, heading for the hallway when Treize suddenly spoke again.

“I hope you can forgive me for this Heero, but we’ve all agreed that you both need to be forced into this if you won‘t do it yourselves.” Heero turned to ask the man exactly what he meant by ‘forced into this’ but as he turned, he felt his aura stiffen. His eyes widened as he tried fighting it.

Treize was good, but he wasn’t really one of Shinigami’s Tenshis. Heero though, hadn’t been trying to use the new strength that the braided boy had given him and he was forced to stand paralyzed while Treize quickly took him into Duo’s room and stripped him down. The man didn’t release the hold on his aura until he was out of the bedroom and had firmly sealed the door shut.

Heero knew that the door wouldn’t open, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Of course, it didn’t open and his next thought was clothes. He didn’t care that they would be Shinigami’s clothes. He just needed to be covered, because if the braided boy came back while he was naked, Heero might just do something he would regret. It was just his luck that Treize had thought of that and the closet was empty. So…he was locked in Duo’s room, naked, with no way to get out or cover up unless he wanted to climb into the God of Death’s bed…all he had left to do now was wait for Shinigami to get back.

Which, surprisingly, didn’t take very long. Milliardo had delivered the boy, then stripped him down while Treize had held his aura paralyzed again. As soon as the door was closed behind them Duo ran toward it, spending far too much time trying to open the damn thing. Then he obviously had the same thought as the Asian did because he had immediately gone for clothing and when that hadn’t worked he had gone straight back to the door.

“Treize! Let us out!”

“Save your breath. He’s not going to open the door any time soon.”

“But…but…doesn’t he have to do what I say?” Heero suddenly laughed.

“Yes, if he was any normal Tenshi. Your Tenshi’s have the option of not listening to you and since he’s standing in for one of them and feels you are doing something wrong, he doesn’t have to follow directions.” Duo gave a sigh as he sat on his bed, then blushed and covered himself with the blanket.

“Alright, so…what am I doing that he thinks is wrong? And why the hell are we naked?” Heero stood staring at the God of Death for a few moments before he looked away and answered him. They weren’t getting out of here without Duo knowing.

“The Angel’s of Death…your Angels, are different then everyone else in Limbo. We all are suppose to take care of Limbo, make sure it is running properly but…we’re all suppose to belong together.” Duo frowned. He already knew all that, so why was Treize unhappy?

“So we have to get along? I don’t have a problem with that…why do you?” Heero still refused to look at the boy. He was torn…he didn’t want to be here, but part of him was glad that he had been forced into this.

“We belong together. Together, together.” Still not getting any sign from the other boy that he understood, Heero sighed. “Together as lovers.”

“Lovers…you and me?”

“Yes, you and me and the other three Tenshi’s that belong to you.” Duo felt his mouth fall open. Four lovers? He was going to have four lovers? That was actually…nice. He had had ‘friends’ before, though none of them exclusive and only one at a time, but having four that would always be with him sounded very nice.

“Is that why you hate me so much? Listen, if you don’t want to be lovers, we don’t have to be.” Heero sighed again as he finally looked at the braided boy.

“I want to. The urge to get close to you just keeps getting worse.”

“Then why-”

“I’ve never bottomed before, and I don’t plan on offering up my ass just because I have to.” Duo sat quietly for a moment before he burst out laughing.

“Is that why we’re in here? They want us to have sex?” Heero frowned at him.

“This isn’t funny.” Though Duo just continued laughing.

“This is hilarious.” He said before he suddenly turned very serious. “I’d be happy to go first.”

“What?”

“I’ll bottom first. I’ve done it before and if that’s the only way that you want to have sex with me right now, than so be it…but there is no way in hell I’m letting you take me dry.” Heero couldn’t stop himself from checking the bathroom. Maybe he really had been looking forward to this…though he had no idea that Duo would bottom for him. Well, at least they had thought about what that part of their capture would require, he mused as he returned to the bedroom with a small bottle he had found on the counter.

“Are you sure about this? If we wait long enough, I’m sure Treize will open the door.” Heero said, crossing to the bed.

“Do you want to sleep with me?” The Asian didn’t answer with words, but the small twitch of his cock and the flush on his face were answer enough for the braided boy.

“Are you really alright with letting me top you?” Duo gave a small smile to the boy before reaching out and pulling on the Asian’s wrist until he joined him on the bed.

“Just so long as I get to take you next. It really does feel good Hee-chan.” Duo commented when he noticed the look of doubt on the Asian’s face.

Blue eyes widened. He had never had a nickname before. It seemed fitting that his soon to be lover was the one to give it to him. Smiling to himself, the Asian couldn’t help leaning forward to softly meet Shinigami’s mouth for their first kiss. Soft, hesitant lips opened slowly, allowing both boys to take just a bit more from the kiss. When they both pulled away, unsure if what had happened was alright with the other, Duo let out a quiet laugh.

“If they had just told me about this, we wouldn’t be locked in here right now.”

“I’m kind of glad we are.” Heero admitted. He probably never would have told the braided boy about them being lovers if they hadn’t been locked in the room together. Duo’s smile widened. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to get the Asian locked in the room with him. It was about time that Heero told him what was going on.

“I didn’t say we wouldn’t be here…we just wouldn’t be locked in.” Heero couldn’t stop himself from returning the smile that Duo was giving him before he took another kiss. This one was just like the first. Soft lips pressed against each other before slowly opening to allow tongues to slip into them. They sat there just kissing like that until they both had to pull away to be able to breathe. Duo surprised the boy by taking the bottle from his hand and pushing him to lie on his back.

“You said I could top.” Duo looked curiously down at the boy who was obviously liking being taken control of…but Shinigami had promised that Heero would get to top first.

Opening the bottle of lube and spreading it on his fingers, the braided boy smiled as he dipped his hand behind himself and started stretching his own entrance. The Asian could do little more than watch as his lover opened to take him inside. Three fingers seemed to go a lot quicker than the blue eyed boy remembered, and he soon found himself being coated with lube and straddled by the God of Death. He wanted to say something…anything, but everything he could possibly think of was way too corny to actually allow out of his mouth.

Thankfully for him, the look on Duo’s face before he impaled himself on the boy’s cock said all the corny things he was thinking. And then he lost all need to think. It was tight. Tight and hot and a little slippery and gods…this was perfect. Though, as his mind started to clear a little from that first moment of being sheathed inside his lover, he had to wonder why Duo had been so willing to be bottomed first.

“Bend your knees so you can thrust up into me.” Heero’s breath caught as he did as Shinigami asked. Bending his knees and placing his feet on the bed, Heero groaned at how much the sensations of being inside Duo changed with that one small movement. The angle had changed just enough that his cock was being squeezed in all different places.

The first few thrusts were just about getting Duo balanced and comfortable with being penetrated. Heero knew the moment that Duo was alright with it because he started moving. They were both moving, trying to get as much pleasure from what they were doing as possible. Feeling Duo’s sheath spasm around his cock, and listening to the moan that came from the boy, Heero knew that he had just hit Shinigami’s prostate. His previous lovers had all tried to convince him that the prostate made any pain he would feel worth it, but Heero had refused to try bottoming and when his ex had tried to pressured him into it, he had broken it off.

He was abruptly brought back to the task at hand when he felt Duo tilt back just the slightest bit, once again changing the angle of penetration and also…using his lube slicked fingers to feel for the Asian’s opening. Heero could feel his heart in his throat when Duo’s finger found his entrance and pushed through, but he couldn’t say anything. Honestly…he didn’t want him to stop. Heero continued thrusting into the boy’s body, hardly noticing that there was the tip of a finger inside of him.

Then that tip was suddenly…more. Oh gods - the boy was thrusting his finger in time with what Heero was doing to him. He was nervous and scared and damn it felt good. The Asian actually picked up the pace, hoping that Duo would do the same. Unfortunately, he found that the harder and faster he went on the braided boy, the slower and more clumsy the God of Death became about fingering him. He wanted…no, he needed the boy to do more. To help him reach his completion.

Feeling a second finger slide inside his passage, Heero was caught off guard by his orgasm. That finger had burnt so much that it had actually turned to pleasure and caused him to cum into his lover. Wait, he came inside his lover? They hadn’t even talked about if that was going to be alright or not, but the liquid on his stomach and chest quickly followed by a weight falling on top of him, told the Asian that it was more than alright.

“So…Treize said that we have to stay around each other in order to not feel itchy, right?”

“Hn.” Heero couldn’t even think about being able to form words yet.

“Exactly how often are we going to need to be in contact?” The tone in which he had asked the question forced Heero’s mind right back to the gutter. Which actually wasn’t too far away from where Duo’s mind was apparently, since he had just carefully plucked himself from Heero’s cock and slid between his legs.

“I think…as often as we possibly can should work nicely.” Duo smiled roguishly as he reinserted two fingers into the body beneath him.

“That was my thought.” Heero groaned as the God of Death slowly pushed a third finger into him. He couldn’t believe he had been so worried about this when it felt so good.


1 * 2


“Well…I for one didn’t think that was going to work.” Une said, trying to avoid eye contact with the other three in the throne room. It was bad enough that they could all explain exactly how Duo was feeling, but they didn’t need to make it worse by actually acknowledging that they were now all turned on.

“They’re suppose to be lovers. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Treize commented quietly as his eyes slid to Milliardo. If they were lucky, they would be able to get out of here soon and do exactly what the God of Death was doing with his Tenshi.

“It was a good idea. Now…who is Heero going to replace?” Sally wondered out loud. She had absolutely no problem knowing exactly how horny their Shinigami was, after all, she was the one taking care of the healing aspect of Duo’s Angel’s until he could find her replacement, she knew everything about the body that there was to know. Experiencing his…eagerness for his lovers was nothing to be embarrassed about.

“It’s me. Thank god.” Une said as she turned on her heels and left the room. She for one, did not want to know how much he craved his lovers.

“So…we have a knew trainer for physical combat.” Treize stated as he released his hold on the door. “I don’t know why I thought that Shinigami’s room was soundproof.” He muttered to himself as the three remaining Tenshi’s left the throne room. Sally just smiled as she shut the door behind herself and watched the other two head down the hall at a brisk walk. Well, having one lover would make Shinigami more curious to find more of his Tenshi’s. It wouldn’t be long before Limbo was running the way it was meant to.


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A/N Yes, this one is done, I'll put up another. Hope you enjoyed, I'll start putting up the next one in this series soon.