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Between Night and Day	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Between Night and Day
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He tasted like salt, musk, and a hard life;endless campfires, dirty backwoods trails, and skin that had rarely seen a wash. Heero drew in the blood, a throat willingly offered and his ravenous hunger given free rein. Take me, take all of me, was a mental mantra that was as strong as the beat of the heart under Heero's hands.

"I will take the rest," Quatre whispered in his ear and then the life force was gone, a candle flame sucked into the light of a brighter being.

Heero dropped a husk, sightless brown eyes staring in astonishment at nothing, flesh aroused, but cold in death, now, and never to know warmth, again. The Ifrit was a blinding light in the lowering sunlight coming through the balcony. The human like face was flushed, as if from an orgasm, languid and sated. It was at all odds with the agitated voice that said, "We are under attack."

It was hard for Heero to fight the torpid phase, to orient himself to his new standing position, when he knew that he had been curled in his sleeping place. Hunger had driven him from sleep. Hunger had cast the glamour on the intruder, a man who had dared touch him for reasons, a hacking blade cast aside on the marble floor, made clear. The jewels from Heero's fingers and clothing, held in a dead fist, attested to the man's unwise choice to rob his victim before committing murder.

A nervous whine alerted Heero to another intruder. He turned back to his sleeping place and saw the wolf crouched there, ears down, and clearly frightened. It leapt out, realizing it's discovery and scrambled for a doorway leading into the fortress proper, a fortress full of night creatures rousing against an enemy.

"No," Heero said simply and the Ifrit barred the way between one blink and the next. The wolf stopped and crouched, shaking.

Heero's skin absorbed the blood on his lips, on his chin, and on his hands. He took a deep breath, turning from the sunlight as it sizzled on his skin and stung his blue eyes. Stepping over the corpse, that was turning to salt, dust, and clothing, he approached the man that he had kidnapped the night before.

The Ifrit was saying, "Wolf form saved you. The vampires do not enjoy feasting on animals. It is done, now. Use your true form to take the Master to safety in the vaults below. I will deal with these intruders."

"The others," Heero argued thickly, feeling sleep over taking him.

"Will not touch him as long as you lay claim," the Ifrit replied impatiently. "Do so, now, so that I may be free for an attack."

"He must be willing," Heero stressed and looked down at the cowering wolf.

The young man was mesmerized by the glamour. He had been Heero's since that first night in the forest. Free will, if he was strong minded, was possible. If not, asking was only perfunctory. Duo would give himself, all of himself, as willingly as the man who had just tried to murder Heero.

"Not much time," Heero told the wolf. "Come to me."

Heero could hear the intruders, sense them like a snake senses the heat of prey. They feared, but their purpose there was strong enough to overcome that, to risk lives and their very selves to take what they had come for.

An end to the night creatures? Heero didn't sense deaths. His people were retreating, almost powerless in the light of the sun, most of them full from their night's hunting, Heero would have woken and done the same, preservation instincts alerted him to danger, if not for his senses being confused by the man who had shared his bed.

The wolf changed into a man with long hair and purple eyes that gave off a subtle glow. He was, naked, filled with the need for Heero to take him, and was easily the most enticing creature that Heero had ever beheld. Food, his body should have acknowledged, and nothing else, but there was the strong sense of 'mate' overpowering that and making Heero hesitate.

"Hurry!" the Ifrit urged.

Duo tilted his head and exposed his neck, swallowing. His eyes were locked on Heero's. Sexual heat and pheromones were an invisible mist that Heero walked through as he clasped the man in his arms and lowered his mouth to that throbbing juggler.

Claim him. Mark him as personal prey that no one else would dare to touch. Lips touched his soft skin. Hands came up and clasped Heero in return. This wasn't simple supplication, or surrender. Heero's body released instead of drank when he pierced skin with his teeth. It was an orgasm of sorts, a powerful throb through his entire being. He tasted Duo and became a part of Duo at the same time.

The barest moment and then it was over. Heero was slumping and Duo was catching him in strong arms. He had claimed Duo for mating, not for prey, and as he felt Duo dragging him down to the lower floors, with the Ifrit urging him on, he wondered what the others would make of that.

Duo didn't feel weak. He felt stronger than he should have been after spending almost a day without food or rest, waiting for his companion to wake and decide whether he was prey or mate. The small sting of Heero's bite, and the euphoria that had followed, had felt like liquid fire, tingling pleasure, and a sudden infusion of energy. It had taken a bare second. Something he might have felt disappointment over if that one second hadn't been so overwhelming in its results.

The lower floors were almost as dark as pitch. They had massive, stone arches that led from one room to the next, with the barest flicker of a wall sconce to help keep someone from banging against walls, and stumbling down stairways. The lowest floor had only one wall sconce at the doorway. Those not completely torpid guarded it, challenging Duo until they sensed his claiming and saw their Prince in his arms.

The Ifrit hadn't followed after the first darkened room. Duo supposed that it had gone to destroy their attackers. As frightened as he was of the light creature, he missed it's heated, sun like presence now. The inner chamber was covered in salt, forest debris, and dirt, Bodies were curled so closely that Duo had to carefully step over them.

It was terrifying, smelling old roses and forest loam, hearing the sounds of movement, here and there, and feeling the inquisitive touches that withdrew each time in deference to someone else's mate. He didn't make the mistake of thinking that these creatures were defenseless. Unless completely torpid, they could still react to prey. Seeing Heero strike at the man who had begun stealing jewelry, and the precious stones on Heero's clothing, had been faster than Duo could follow.

Duo didn't want to sit among a floor covered in death, but he had as little choice as before. He arranged Heero in his lap as he sat down, the man's head on his chest, and wished for the strong comfort of his dragon ward. Wu Fei had always seemed omnipotent. It was hard to realize that he would not be coming to Duo's rescue, that he might even have washed his claws of an orphan who had had been disobedient enough to run away with a Night Creature.

That creature felt precious in Duo's arms. His blue eyed vampire hadn't become his world, because of the glamour. There was something else, something indefinable that told Duo that here was the man that would complete his soul.

Duo stroked a hand over the soft skin of Heero's face and then held him tighter and more protectively as a collective moan rose from all around him.

"They have stolen it! We are doomed!"

They repeated those words for some time, and Duo tried to understand what they meant. When a hand closed on his arm as hot as the warmth of a fire, and red, glowing eyes blinked down at him, he almost imagined that it was the attackers. The voice that came out of the darkness though, was purest relief.

"Put him down. He will be all right among his own people," Wu Fei told him.

Hands forced Duo to comply, pulling the torpid body from his arms, even though Duo wanted, using all of his strength to accomplish it, to keep holding Heero. He was taken up from the floor, then, and everything tilted as his feet left solid ground.

Wind and motion, a rushing towards light after twisting at impossible angles to fly through arches, and then they were through a wide colonnade and arrowing into sunlight, dragon wings catching a thermal and taking them as high as the clouds.

Duo was screaming and struggling, not wanting a separation from the creature that had won his heart, and shocked to his core to be carried by a dragon so far above the Earth.

Braid whipping in the wind and naked body gleaming with sunlight, Duo hardly had time to wonder if the world could see him, before they were banking and arrowing downward towards the high tower of their home.

It was all too much, especially when the human figure of Wu Fei was suddenly before him, dressed in a thick red robe, and surrounded by his workroom. Duo was standing before him, unsure of how they had managed to end up there without taking down the domed roof.

"Explain," Wu Fei demanded, but Duo was already passing out towards soft carpet, his mind telling him that he had experienced far more than any normal man was mentally able to bear. He wondered if he would wake in his right mind.

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