Kiss of Death

“Milliardo! Where’s Sally?” The Asian’s head hurt. Really…really bad. Though the rest of him was oddly comfortable. He must have been laying in his bed.

“She said she was on her way. Give her a moment or two to get here, Duo.” Duo...had kissed him. Milliardo must have come back to the apartment, but who was Sally?

“Why aren’t you waking up?” Wufei slowly opened his eyes. That voice was much gentler and closer than it was a couple seconds ago when it had been yelling at the platinum haired man. “There we go. Don’t try to move, the healer will be here soon and she will take a look at you.” Wufei wanted to ask why he needed a healer…and who the hell used the term ‘healer’? He opened his mouth to ask, but he just couldn’t get the words out.

“You should have waited.”

“I don’t need to hear it Sally, I know I should have waited.” The woman that sat down by him frowned at the braided boy, but seemed to not want to bother him after that comment. She didn’t touch the Asian, but her hands spread over his body, hovering about an inch from touching him. When she finally sat back, she addressed the braided boy.

“He will be fine. There is a little swelling of his aura around his head, which I suppose could be from your souls contacting there. If you don’t mind my asking…how exactly did you take his soul from his body?” Duo hardly blinked before answering.

“I kissed him.” The Asian lying in the middle of a bed, which he had quickly figured out wasn’t his, felt his face heat up. Yes…Duo had kissed him and now he was telling people about it. This was fantastic. He would have growled if he knew it wouldn’t have hurt his head more. And he didn’t even want to touch the subject of souls that they had been talking about. He could feel his head start throbbing just thinking about thinking about it. Then the long haired man started laughing.

“Milliardo, this isn’t funny. He could have seriously damaged Wufei’s soul. Then what would he have done?”

“Sorry Sally but…Wufei literally got a kiss of death.” The platinum haired man managed to get out between laughs.

“That’s really inappropriate right now.” Sally scolded, though apparently Duo didn’t think so because he joined in on the laughter.

Kiss of death? Death? Wufei was dead? And they were all just sitting there like this was normal? He wasn’t dead. If he could just remember how much pain his head had felt moments ago…he couldn’t be dead if he could feel things. Wait…did that mean that these three were also dead? What was going on?

“Do you two think you can see if Heero is done with his training? I want to introduce him to our new Tenshi.” Sally and Milliardo smiled at each other before standing and leaving the room. They knew a dismissal when they heard one.

“Duo-” Heero stopped cold at the doorway. They had said Shinigami needed him…they didn’t say that there was…a - damn. He was cute, and the wings that were protruding nicely from his back only made him prettier.

“Wufei, this is Heero. Heero, this is Wufei, he is-”

“Another one of your Angels.” Duo shook his head.

“One of our Angel’s Hee-chan.” Wufei wanted to ask what was going on, but the way that the two were looking at each other…this was obviously Duo’s perfect lover he had spoken about. He didn’t want to intrude, but he felt like he was just by sitting here watching them.

“Have you told him?” If there was one thing that the black haired Asian hated, it was being talked about as if he wasn’t there.

“Told me what?” Wufei forced himself to speak as he sat up, even though his head still hurt.

The two lovers just looked at each other. They were weighing the pros and cons of telling him whatever they were hiding. He could take it, but he would let them come to their own conclusions. Until then, he knew that he was nearly glaring at them. He couldn’t help it. He had absolutely no reason to trust them, and he had just gone through something that apparently could be very bad if they wouldn’t tell him about it. Though…oddly enough, he wasn’t frightened. He knew he should be. He had just woken up in a strange place with strange people in someone else’s bedroom but, he wasn’t scared.

“I’ll tell you…but you’re probably not going to believe me.” Wufei only nodded, getting into a more comfortable position to listen to whatever the braided boy and his lover were going to say.


2 * 5 * 1


“So…pretty much, what you’re telling me is that…we’re suppose to be lovers?” Duo smiled at the Asian that was leaning against their headboard.

“Out of that entire explanation…the only thing you feel like questioning is that we’re suppose to be lovers?” Receiving a hard nod, Duo leaned back against the other Asian that had taken up residence next to the black haired Asian on the bed.

“You don’t believe us. Do you?” Wufei didn’t really give himself time to absorb everything that was happening, but he gave another sure nod of his head. It didn’t really matter if he was an Angel or not, or if his body had died, or if he would never see his family again…Duo and Heero had said they belonged together. Even if they had to wait for his next few lives to find him, he really belonged in Limbo with them. How did he get so lucky to have not one person who wanted to be his lover, but two?

“So…what now?” His head had actually stopped hurting, the longer he had spoken with these two, the better it had started to feel.

“Now, you are going to rest and maybe if you feel up to it later-” Heero’s words got caught in the other Asian’s mouth.

Duo could do little more than watch his two lover’s kiss. Two lovers…yes, he definitely liked the sound of that. Even more than the sound, he really enjoyed the look of it. He had wanted to take the black haired Asian the moment he had stepped through the gateway to Limbo and had seen that the Tenshi he was carrying had sprouted wings, but he didn’t want to push the boy into something he wasn’t ready for. Watching the Asian’s kiss get more intense as the seconds ticked by, Duo found himself groaning along with the pair. He hadn’t been prepared for what a lovely picture they made together.

“I think Duo wants a turn.” Heero whispered quietly as he turned the other Asian’s head toward the braided boy.

Duo didn’t waste the invitation and immediately captured his newest lover’s mouth in a much more passionate kiss than when he had taken his soul. He wasn’t going to make the boy sleep with them until he felt ready, but…with the way the black haired boy was leaning into the kiss, maybe he already felt ready. Not yet, just a kiss for now, even though Duo now felt a set of hands trying to undress him. Heero must have noticed, because soon, two sets of hands were pulling his shirt over his head, momentarily breaking his kiss with the Chinese boy.

“Wow ‘Fei-’Fei. You sure you want to-”

“Don’t talk.” Heero snickered at the command the onyx eyed boy gave to the God of Death before he captured the braided boy’s lips again.

Heero knew what the other Asian was going through. When Duo had first met him and the blue eyed boy had gained his wings, it had felt like someone else had suddenly awaken. He had to be around the boy. Heero had been able to resist touching him for the first few weeks, but it had become overwhelming. Besides that…he hadn’t woken in Shinigami’s bed and been told that he was suppose to be there. If he had, he didn’t think he would have waited for those few weeks to allow himself to give in to his desires.

Speaking of desires, he had a sudden urge to see the Asian with his hair out of that little pony tail. He had stopped questioning his desires when he had first joined Duo in bed. Since then, Shinigami had given him free reign, telling him to do whatever he wanted to while they were in bed. He hadn’t tried anything very…exotic…yet. But he would…he just had to talk himself into it. Normally, his instincts were very tame, like now. He had reached out and pulled the band out of the other Asian’s hair and watched as it fell to brush his new lover’s shoulders. His new lover’s bare shoulders. When had Duo removed the boy’s shirt?

“Who’s going to be on top?” Duo just stared at the onyx eyed boy. Why was he so eager to sleep with them? Not that he was complaining, he was just curious.

“Shinigami will top you. If you think you might be up to it…what do you think about being in the middle?” The God of Death watched as his lover’s debated what order they would have sex in. He didn’t know why, but the Asian’s understood each other. Apparently, Heero knew exactly what Wufei needed. Why Wufei was so, well…horny.

“Duo…I know that we’re stunning, but if you could join us now, we would really appreciate it.”

Oh god - he really hadn’t been paying attention. Heero had been the one to speak, but he was…wow. He was on his hands and knees, leaning on his forearms to lift his ass for the other Asian what was already buried inside of him and draped over Heero’s body, trying not to move. Duo could already see a slight reflection of light around their newest Angel’s opening. He was already prepped for him. Well, he couldn’t waste such an open invitation. Shinigami forced himself to kneel behind the boy, even though he would have been happy just to watch them from where he had been.

Duo lubed himself, spread the Asian’s cheeks, pressed against the entrance, but didn’t apply enough force to enter his body. Just watching the puckered hole slowly open to his shaft was…maybe more arousing than the fact that Wufei was slowly pushing back against him, forcing the member into his own body. No…they were an equal turn on, he decided as the Asian finally got the mushroom head of his cock inside his opening.

Shinigami found himself smiling at the whine he had forced passed Wufei’s lips when he had taken pity on him and thrust the rest of the way inside him. It was big. Wufei had used things before other than his fingers, but nothing quite as big as what was inside of him right now. As Duo started pulling out of him, Wufei felt himself be pulled away from the Asian under him. It felt like it took forever, but Duo pushed back in, forcing Wufei back inside of Heero. Maybe being in the middle wasn’t such a good idea.

Duo kept the same pace. It was slow and infuriating and…horribly sexy. Shinigami was sure that if he sped up even the slightest bit, it would push the Asian in the middle over the edge, so he just kept things slow, ignoring his own libido. Even though the boy in the middle was nearly whining in frustration. He had to cum, but Duo was going too slow, and now that Heero had started to just as slowly push back against him, it only made things worse.

He didn’t know how long they had been doing this, but it had to have been quite a while. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, and as he bent over Heero’s body, he found the boy was also sweating. Wufei didn’t have the energy to turn his head to look at the boy thrusting into him, but he knew that the God of Death would be shining with perspiration too. He was so exhausted, and his cock hurt so bad but…it was so good. He had actually leaned over the other Asian so that he could grab the boy’s cock.

It didn’t take more than that for the blue eyed boy to let out a soft groan and cum against the sheets. Tightening around the cock that was inside him. Heero tried to sit up a few minutes later, but found that the weight of the other Asian hadn’t left him yet. Not that he minded…it was actually comfortable with one of his lovers lying on top of him. Using just enough energy to turn his head to the other side, Heero smiled at the braided boy that must have been stroking the black hair of their newest lover.

“He passed out.” Heero let out a soft laugh at his lover‘s observation, but didn’t move the boy off of him.

“Can’t blame him. I think I almost joined him.” Duo smiled down at the two Asian’s. They were gorgeous. Together…individually…and they were his.