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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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Chapter List
- 1-Between Night and Day
- 2-2
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- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-5
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- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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Heero saw the wolf lope out of the house and into the garden, nose questing the wind. On his perch above the garden wall, cloak wrapped tightly around him to hide him with its color of the night, the wolf still sensed him, still felt the bond that pulled them together.

A whimper of need escaped canine lips, and then the wolf was heading towards a back gate, perhaps to hunt Heero out, just as light broke into the city and bathed Heero in it's painful light. it saw him in an instant and froze, losing form and becoming a naked man in his surprise.

"I am Prince Heero," Heero told him as he came down from the wall and confronted Duo. Duo's eyes were sparkling purple and his skin was almost glowing, as the sun tipped over the garden wall and illuminated him. Fire seemed to catch in his brown hair, his haphazard, long braid, a rope of glittering color as it snaked down his front.

"Duo," Duo replied after a hard swallow. "I'm the ward of a dragon."

"My mate," Heero told him, feeling the bond keenly, the need to reach out and claim this human. That could be deadly, though, everyone had always said, and the Ifrit had seemed certain that death was more likely when the mate was a male. It made Heero clench his hands and hold himself still. "You are in danger."

Duo blinked and then seemed to gather his wits. "I was told...." He looked Heero over. "But you're human in form, yes? Even... there? You mate as we do."

Heero showed sharp teeth as he battled the desire to crush Duo to him. Mount and drink. Mingle hormones, blood, and life giving seed. The desire pounded through every sense that Heero owned. Humans were delicate . Humans could not drink blood in return and sustain themselves. He would drink Duo dry and take his husk while he did it. Hunting instinct didn't see the error in that desire. The prey was willing.

"Not like you," Heero corrected softly. "I am death for you and death follows me."

Duo puzzled that out and then looked around nervously. "Death follows you? Are your enemies coming here, after you? The ones who invaded your home?"

"The ifrit takes issue with your existence," Heero explained as the heat and the light of the sun danced pain over his body. He raised his hood and tucked arms under the folds of his cloak.

"I do," Quatre said as he coalesced out of the morning light, a creature of air and sunbeams that flickered and then began to gain strength as the sun began it's slow rise above the city, "and his existence hangs by a thread if you answer me wrongly, my Prince of Vampires."

Heero placed himself between the Ifrit and Duo. Duo had the good sense to be still, knowing instinctively that neither hawk not wolf form would help him escape the power of an Ifrit. Heero knew that he certainly possessed nothing as powerful as sunlight itself and that his act of shielding his mate was futile.

"Name your terms," Heero asked.

"Not terms," Quatre corrected, "but a task to save all of your people. I have discovered where the thieves have gone. You must pursue them and bring back what they have stolen. It is only a matter of time before they make their demands, before your people begin to slaughter the unwilling to survive."

The urge to stay and mate was strong, but the need to survive was also strong. It was difficult to say the words, to know that he was choosing to severe himself from Duo, but he was prince because he could. "Tell me where they have gone. I will go there at once."

"You must have stealth," Quatre warned. "You must travel as a human or they will sense you and destroy you with the weapon. It will be weeks of travel, in harsh lands."

Weeks. Duo's scent, his very being, sang to Heero. He turned to him, dark blue eyes searching his. He leaned and nuzzled Duo's neck the pulse of his artery, the heat of his flesh, and was almost lost when Duo bared that pulse with perfect submission. The man groaned in need and was obviously aroused.

"Please," Duo begged. "Let me follow you. Let me feed you. I don't want you to take anyone else."

Heero tasted warm skin with a tongue, shaking with his own desire and the knowledge that it wasn't his glamour that was affecting Duo, but something much more powerful, something he hardly understood as he felt it himself.

"You will come with me," Heero agreed as he gathered Duo into his strong embrace and pierced the skin. Careful, he warned himself, and used all of his control to only drink lightly, to only take what he needed to quell the need to pierce deep with his fangs and drain Duo as he would a true mate. His erection rubbed between them and Duo's hand cupped it, rubbed it, as if he couldn't help himself, despite the watching Ifrit.

It was a distraction, only, not the seat of Heero's passion. It entered and seeded life, and it was capable of some pleasure, but Heero's complete orgasm rested in the bond of teeth to throat, in tasting and filling himself with Duo's life blood. That ecstasy he had to deny himself as he pulled back and licked lips, as Duo kissed his stained lips, and started at the taste of his own blood there.

The Ifrit was telling him where the thieves had gone. The beautiful voice was a background to the suspended moment that Heero was sharing with Duo. it was hard to think when the blood was dribbling and then ceasing from the bite on Duo's neck, when the purple eyes were begging him to continue, and when the sunlight and the blood was threatening to make Heero torpid.

"Here. In here," Duo was saying and taking Heero, unresisting into the potting shed. He helped Heero to curl up on something that smelled like a wolf's bed and was grateful when Duo sprinkled earth and leaves over him.

"Salt," Duo said anxiously. "Does he need the salt?"

"Hold him against you," the Ifrit told him as it stood in the doorway becoming one with the sunlight. "He needs salt from his prey."

Heero felt himself pulled into strong arms and then his skin was soothed by the salt and heat of Duo's skin.

"He may try to mate you, yet," the Ifrit was warning Duo.

"I'm not afraid," Duo said in firm acceptance.

"If you live, you must leave by nightfall. You must travel, tirelessly, when humans most wish to sleep."

"I can do that," Duo replied irritably. "I am not weak or without power of my own."

"I hope that is true," Quatre told him. "He will need your strength. He has never traveled as a human would."

"That's why you didn't kill me?" Duo asked bluntly. "I'm food and strength for your prince?"

"If you expect any other answer, but, yes, then you do not know the Ifrit. We are not human, and neither is Heero. "

"He's different," Duo countered.

Was he? Heero wondered as he drifted into the stupor, trusting Duo to care for him. He hoped that was true. He didn't want to wake and find Duo an emptied husk.

TBC
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