Now and Forever 6/? - Gundam Wing
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yellowhordeDisclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters and I make no money on this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: 5x1 13x5 13x 6 (implied)
Category: Angst, Supernatural, AU.
Warning: Yaoi, Dark, Vampirism, Lemon
Rating: R
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and/or constructive criticism to me at yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Almond black eyes scanned the mass of humanity that swarmed through the airport corridors in which countless individuals were bound for destinations unknown. The murmur of hundreds of conversations filled the cool slightly stale air with a constant hum. Flights were called over the loudspeakers and friends, families, and acquaintances were reunited and separated in a matter of heartbeats. Hugs and kisses, tears and smiles were exchanged in earnest
Wufei, dressed casually in a red polo shirt and khaki slacks, was leaning one hip against the wall, golden forearms crossed over his chest. He scanned each new face that came down the aisle with eager anticipation only to be disappointed each time. No matter how he craned his head he couldn't catch a glimpse of familiar blue eyes and unruly dark hair.
(Where is he?)
Just as he began to wonder if he had missed the flight or stationed himself at the wrong gate, he saw the one he was waiting for. With obvious relief Wufei waved his arms over his head to catch the other man's attention.
"Heero! Over here!"
Smiling, Heero crossed the busy halls to where his lover waited, his liquid eyes ablaze with happiness. His tailored navy suit was faintly rumpled from being confined in the so-called 'spacious accommodations' of the airliner and his burgundy tie was at half-mast. The top two buttons of his pale blue oxford shirt were undone revealing a flash of white undershirt and a tantalizing peek of lightly tanned skin. The overall effect was breathtaking and unbearably sexy if not downright erotic to Wufei. Heero always managed to look good no matter what he wore, though, in Wufei's opinion, he looked best wearing nothing at all.
Heero shouldered his way through the throng of people with some difficulty until he reached Wufei's side. Gratefully he allowed the leather carry-on to slide to the polished tile and sighed as if to rid of its weight. It had been a long and lonely business trip and the sight of Wufei was as refreshing as a drink of cold water to a man trapped in the desert.
Slowly he allowed his eyes to wander down the slender body, shiny black hair, pulled back in its customary ponytail, beetle-black eyes which burned with such deep, smoldering passion, golden skin, velvety soft to the touch. A rolling fire awakened deep inside and Heero wanted nothing more than to kiss this man he loved, to let his hands glide freely over his body, to make love to him with a fiery passion that matched the desire in his eyes. To once again partake in a love that could never be quenched.
Instead Heero merely extended his hand out to Wufei who clasped it in his own with a smile and the nod of the head.
"So, did you miss me?" Heero asked, his voice low and warm.
Knowing how much Heero detested public displays of affection, Wufei fought off the urge to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace. But it was difficult. The heat and pressure of Heero's hand gripping his stirred the coals of desire that had lain impatiently dormant these last long lonely nights. Heero had only been gone nine days but to Wufei it had felt like an eternity.
"Didn't even notice you were gone." Wufei replied airily, smiling innocently as he leaned over, picked up the carry-on and slid the strap over his shoulder. He straightened and began heading in the general direction of the parking lot with Heero at his side. As they walked Heero filled him in on the 'exciting' details of his trip.
After storing the luggage in the trunk, Wufei settled himself behind the steering wheel, made sure his safety harness was secured, and carefully put the car into reverse. Before long they had left the congested airport behind and were out on the highway.
The newly green leaves of the trees glimmered in the golden light of the setting sun and even the air itself had a dusty golden quality about it. Dark storm clouds were fast approaching from the southwest but their grave majesty only served to highlight the beauty of the heavens. They contrasted yet complimented each other at the same time, an exercise in the art of light and darkness and neither one could exist without the other. A clean refreshing breeze carrying with it the first telltale scent of rain slipped in through the open windows and rumpled Heero's already wild hair.
Silence stretched out as the car made its way steadily onward but it was a comfortable silence, the kind only two people who truly understood each other could enjoy. Every once in a while Wufei would glance over to Heero who was resting his head against the window glass. His eyes were heavy lidded and seemed glazed over and despite the lengthening shadows Wufei could make the first telltale signs of dark circles forming beneath Heero's eyes.
"You look tired, Heero."
Shifting his position so that he faced Wufei, Heero sighed faintly, "Yeah, I'm beat. I hate all of these business seminars. They're a waste of time if you ask me, not to mention boring as Hell."
Suddenly Heero's dark eyes widened slightly in surprise and his hand stretched out towards Wufei, fingertips brushing gently along a flesh colored bandage just over Wufei's right temple. Somehow he had failed to notice it earlier. Wufei pulled in a faint hissing breath and jerked away for the pain Heero's exploring fingers unintentionally caused.
"How did you get that?" Heero breathed, concern evident in his voice.
Wufei was glad he was driving for it gave him an excuse for not having to look Heero in the eyes. That made it easier to lie for Wufei was not yet ready to face the truth of the situation, whatever the truth might be.
"It's nothing." Wufei cut a sideways glance at Heero before returning his full attention to the road. "I tripped on the carpet in the room and hit my head on the corner of the dresser. No bid deal."
"Did you go see a doctor?" Heero asked, though he already suspected the answer.
"No, I already told you that it was no big deal. Look, Heero, it's fine. Really."
Heero nodded slowly and retreated silently into the corner of his seat. Something about that simplistic explanation bothered him but he couldn't figure out why, so he decided to let slide - for the moment. To Heero, who could read his lover like a book, it was obvious that Wufei didn't want to speak about it - whatever IT was. His hands were gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white and a new, unfamiliar tension seemed to radiate out from him and instantly he knew that Wufei was hiding something from him, something important. What was bothering him and why didn't he trust Heero enough to tell him the truth?
Silence once more filled the interior of the vehicle but this time it had a strange and ominous feel to it. Desperately needing a distraction from the thoughts and memories of blood and death that now whirled through his mind, Wufei snapped on the radio and spun the dial until he was able to pick up a clear station.
Wufei's actions, while seemingly normal, only put Heero more on the defensive. In all the years Heero had been with Wufei he had never known the young man to listen to the radio while driving unless it was a traffic or weather update. He preferred the silence claiming that it helped him to think.
(What are you trying not to think about, Wufei?) Heero wondered, but he held his tongue and decided that he would tell him if and when he was ready to.
Slowly the sun sank lower on the horizon tinting the approaching storm clouds a breathtaking, if slightly disturbing, shade of red. It was if the sky itself were bleeding. Wufei edgily began tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the music blasting through the speakers. He didn't know the song or the name of the artist but it a faced paced number with a relentlessly pulsing beat. He tried to concentrate on the lyrics, which were sung at such speed as to words almost totally incomprehensible. But in his mind he once more saw the terrified blue eyes of some unnamed woman, heard the brittle snapping of bone and that last terrified scream before death had obliterated everything.
For a moment, just a moment, he considered telling Heero about the nightmares he had been having. There were four in all so far and in each one a different woman died as if by his hand. Oh, he knew it was not he who butchered these innocents, but a cruel creature that fed of the blood of Mankind. The name of such a creature drifted to the surface of his mind but he pushed it away viciously. The very idea was ridiculous.
There was no such thing as vampires.
Despite the fact that the women were all a figment of his imagination, Wufei still felt their deaths weighing heavily on his conscious for although he himself did not kill them, while in the grip of these nightmares he experience what the predator felt, tasted - wanted. Helplessly he yearned for their life's blood, needed it as if it were the air that filled his lungs and sustained his life. He could smell their undiluted terror wafting from them like expensive perfume as they struggled and screamed. In his dreams these four women died again and again while he stood by unable - or unwilling - to stop the murderous creature. As far as he was concerned that made him just as guilty as if he had killed them himself.
The bloody images that staggered drunkenly through his mind were bad enough but the feelings he experienced were much more terrifying. It was as if all rational thought had been dissolved away leaving behind a cold ache, a need, and a hunger that screamed to be satisfied. With each passing night, with each new nightmare, this unholy hunger grew. At times he thought he might actually go mad.
Wildly his heart knocked against his chest and an all too familiar heat had stirred to life within his body. It spread through him in an uncontrollable wash of fire that quickened his breath and tightened his loins. The heat spiraled higher and higher and he felt he would either burn away to a cinder or burst at the seams. To his shame and mounting horror, Wufei realized that even now while he was wide-awake these visions of carnage excited him like nothing else ever had. It was a forbidden desire but one as addictive as any drug.
As the car turned into the driveway of Heero's house, fat raindrops began to splatter against the windshield. There were only a few at first but they were shortly joined by others and in a matter of seconds sheets of rain were pounding the earth as the storm finally released its pent-up fury in a blinding flash of lightning.
Wufei shut off the engine and the volume of the rain increased in the absence of sound. Mechanically he undid his seatbelt and leaned towards Heero, black eyes burning with desire.
"Heero."
Heero turned as he heard his name called, having just unbuckled his own safety harness, and gasped as he felt strong arms suddenly encircling his body and pulling him into a frantic embrace. Hungry lips clamped down on his and an eager tongue searched for and found the entrance it sought as he returned the kiss as passionately as it was given. Blue eyes widened at the unusual insistence, and moaning softly low in his throat he broke off the kiss and pulled away. Gently he disengaged himself from Wufei's embrace.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, their ragged breathing and the thrumming of the rain as it beat down on the metal exterior of the automobile very loud in the silence. Water was leaking into the car through the still open windows, soaking the leather interior, but neither Heero nor Wufei made any effort to roll them up as they had yet to notice.
"Coming in with me, Wufei?" Heero's voice was soft and uncertain yet it held a note of open invitation. His lips burned and throbbed from the intensity of their kiss but he had sensed something else there as well, something dark and desperate. It was something he had never experienced with Wufei and left him feeling shaken, confused, and more than a little afraid. Something dangerous burned in the obsidian eyes of the man across from him and it both repelled and fascinated Heero at the same time.
(That's ridiculous! This is Wufei, not some maniacal stranger. Get a grip.)
"I thought you were tired." Wufei purred seductively as he leaned towards Heero, cupping his love's face in his hand and brushed his thumbs softly along the soft skin of his cheeks. Shivers of delight worked their way down the Japanese youth's spine at this seemingly innocent caress.
With a shuddering sigh, Heero closed his eyes as he felt his thumb along his swollen lips. He parted them slowly to allow better access and began to suck lightly on the tip. Wufei groaned low in his throat as he pulled the rest of the digit into the warm moist recesses of his mouth and began to caress it suggestively with his tongue.
Blue eyes fluttered open, glittering with barely concealed lust as he slowly tilted his head and met Wufei's black gaze squarely. A saucy smile twisted his lips.
"I'm not THAT tired."
A few seconds later the two were out of the car and pelting across the lawn through the violent downpour. It was raining so hard it was almost impossible to see but somehow they managed to make it to the front porch without mishap. Icy water sloshed over them and for one desperate moment Heero couldn't find his house keys. Frantically his hands patted down his jacket pockets but they were empty. Suddenly from behind him, Wufei thrust his hands into Heero's pant pockets and nimbly sifted through the jumble of loose change contained within until he found what he was searching for.
"I think you'll be needing these, huh?" Midnight eyes sparkled as he pressed the keys into Heero's outstretched hand.
"Uh, right. Thanks."
Heero's hands were trembling slightly, which made inserting the key into the lock more difficult that it need be but finally he managed to unlock the door and they were inside and out of the rain.
Reaching over to flick on the lights, Heero felt strong arms pulling him away and into a warm embrace.
"We won't be needing those." Wufei murmured as his lips found Heero's throat. His skin was dotted with beads of moisture and slightly chilled but Wufei expertly pulled the heat to the surface as he took Heero flesh into his mouth sucking eagerly.
With tongue, mouth, and lips, Wufei caressed and stroked his lover's damp skin working his way eagerly up towards soft pliant lips. Face flushed and eyes sparkling, he began to remove the sodden clothes from his love. First the jacket fell to the ground with a muffled thud followed closely by the tie. The shirt, with its many tiny buttons gave him a little more trouble. They tested his patience as he fumbled with each one in turn. Heero's hands rose to offer assistance but he shooed them away.
"No, Heero. I want to do this myself. I've wanted you for so long."
Shrugging agreeably, Heero held his body as still as one by one the buttons were undone. Next the white undershirt was peeled from damp skin and together the two garments were tossed carelessly aside to join their companions on the floor.
Knowledgeable hands roamed over the contours and plains of Heero's body, caressing here, stroking there and outlining the fine muscle structure under the warm flesh. With a devilish smile Wufei reached behind and cupped his hands over his smooth buttocks through the cloth of his slacks. Hordes of goose bumps marched over Heero's body as icy shivers consumed him even as he burned alive.
Suddenly Wufei's lips were upon his once more, hot and demanding, desperate in his unspeakable need. In that moment, he realized that Wufei had reached his limits of patience. The fine line of his control had been stretched beyond the breaking point.
In an instant he found himself upon the carpeted floor, insistent hands tearing at his belt buckle. Helpfully, Heero raised his hips as he felt the cloth of his slacks and briefs slithering down over his lean hips. The cool air was a shock against his flushed skin and a small cry was ripped from his lips as he felt warm wetness envelop his straining erection.
Powerful hands were stroking his bare body seemingly everywhere at once as Wufei licked and nibbled his throbbing member, drawing forth waves of unbelievable pleasure. Heero arched his body, hips jerking in silent supplication. Never had he known Wufei to be so bold, so frantic, so full of uncontrollable need. Even in the throes of passion, Wufei had always held himself in strict control. It was his nature.
Outside the storm was in full swing as curtains of rain lashed the house and thunder rumbled and shook the natural world. Bolts of lightning flickered and danced across the sky in a dizzyingly beautiful display of raw force and destructive power. Blue-white light illuminated the interior of the house in erratic bursts giving the whole scene a surreal quality.
The heady scent of vanilla was suddenly carried to Heero's nostrils followed by the abrupt intrusion of moist fingers into the most intimate recesses of his body. Shockingly welcomed, they drew him to the next level of gratification as he pressed against them eagerly, opening his legs and raising his hips in wanton invitation. Waves of pleasure erupted throughout his body as he felt them brush against the sweet spot deep inside.
As abruptly as they had appeared, the fingers were withdrawn leaving him feeling empty and unfulfilled in their absence. A soft sound of disappointment eased past his parted lips.
Hot breath puffed against the skin of Heero's neck and he shivered in anticipation as his legs were raised. Wufei positioned himself between them, his hard, throbbing shaft pressing against the tender flesh of his inner thigh. His voice, a throaty strained whisper was in his ear.
"I need you, Heero. Now. I can't wait any longer."
Heero only had a moment to prepare himself before Wufei drove himself into his body, his groan of pleasure mingling with Heero's own soft cry of pain as he buried himself to the hilt. Desperately Heero clamped strong white teeth into the flesh of his raised forearm stifling his next groan as Wufei reared back and entered him yet again.
Heero forced his body to relax fully and soon the pain was replaced by a mind numbing pressure surged up within his body. Eagerly he thrust back against Wufei, his breath hot and ragged in his throat. Surrendering completely he wrapped his legs about the straining back of his lover and opened himself up to the ecstatic sensations that threatened to drive him out of his mind. With all his might he strained to catch this feeling that hung just beyond his reach, so tantalizingly close.
Wufei pulled back and drove himself into the sweat glistened body straining beneath him repeatedly his voice raising in pitch with each violent thrust of his hips. His black eyes were glazed, his face a set mask.
Wufei did not hear Heero's first muffled sounds of pain as he rode him with all his might. Neither was he aware of his eventual cry of completion as he reached the ultimate physical pleasure. His mind was completely consumed by the visions that now dominated his brain. His physical senses were lost in the world he experienced in his mind. The sounds of terrified cries and screams of pain filled his ears, the scent of fear poignant in his flared nostrils, the coppery taste of blood hot and heady on his lips and tongue. All these imagined things had somehow become his only reality.
Wufei’s mind was flooded by memories that were not his own. Suddenly it was not his dark haired Heero or some nameless terrified woman who writhed and bucked beneath him but a young handsome aristocratic male with penetrating icy blue eyes and long platinum blond hair that swept out like glowing silk across crisp scarlet linen. This unknown being's finely chiseled features were beautifully contorted in breathless passion, beads of perspiration dotted his flawless alabaster skin as he strained towards his own blissful release crying out the name of an unseen lover.
"Treize! Oh, Treize!"
The passion that had been building crashed over Wufei and through him and as it did so the memories and visions that had taken control of his mind and body abruptly relinquished control and departed from him leaving him as himself. Gritting his teeth Wufei reached out and embraced the passion that erupted within him, and made it his own. Consciousness all but shattered into a thousand glittering shards about him.
Fearing his heart should burst Wufei collapsed against his love, panting and trembling, until he was able to gain some control over his breathing. In his ear pressed firmly against his chest, Heero's heart pulsed and thundered. Wufei could imagine the blood racing through his veins and had to bite his lip to dispel the urge to sink his teeth into the flesh of his lover.
Fighting off this crazy urge, Wufei slowly pressed heated kisses along Heero's throat, the curve of his jaw, his cheeks and lips. At the same time caressing the muscular body beneath him as if to satisfy for himself that he was truly back where he belonged, back in his own body where his own thoughts and feelings reigned.
Much calmer now, Wufei gently pressed his lips against his lover's closed lids. The taste of salty wetness on thick lashes brought him to an abrupt halt. In the faint light filtering in through the windows he could just make out the faintest lines of tears that lined smooth cheeks.
Anguish pulled sharply at his heart. He had hurt the one he loved. Such a thing was unforgivable. Wufei pulled away from Heero, heart heavy. Nothing like what he had just experienced had ever happened to him before and it left him shaking and unsure of himself - something he deeply resented. To Wufei control in all things was of paramount importance. He knew that steps had to be made to assure that such a thing would never happen to him again but how?
There was nowhere he could go for advice on such bizarre matters and no one in which he felt comfortable enough with to confide in. He even rejected the idea of telling Heero for fear that disgust and disbelief would drive him away.
"Wufei, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." The words were flat and lifeless.
Heero sat up and edged closer to his love on hands and knees peering into dark eyes trying to get a grip on what he was feeling. Something was wrong. He had felt it during their lovemaking. It was as if he had opened himself up to a total stranger - a potentially dangerous one at that. For a period of time there had been a fierce demanding passion but no real love, no tenderness. Although he had experienced the most pleasurable sensation one human could share with another him feeling cold and empty. Used. Instead of the joy he usually experienced while joining with Wufei he only felt an unbearable sadness - a feeling of loss so great it had unleashed an unexpected flood of tears.
Heero tried to tell himself that he was being ridiculous, that Wufei's strange behavior was due to prolonged spell of abstinence or job stress or something. Anything. But he didn't believe it.
Something had happened to Wufei while he had been gone, something that had altered some fundamental part of what made Wufei who he was. The question in the forefront of Heero's mind was this: Could things ever be the way they had been before?
Wufei pulled himself to his feet feeling as if his body was made of cold granite. Mechanically he helped Heero to his feet. He avoided the questioning gaze Heero sent in his direction. What could he possibly say to make things better? I'm sorry? Please forgive me? No. Words would not change what had happened between them. Maybe nothing could.
Side by side they lay on Heero's bed, each absorbed in their own troubled thoughts. They did not cuddle or caress each other, as they normally would have. It was as if some invisible barrier had been erected between them - a barrier each felt but did not know how to circumvent.
Throughout the night the storm raged and sometime long after midnight it blew itself out. The room was silent with only the sounds of sleep - a slow steady inhalation of air, a slight pause, and the gentle release - to give evidence that there was life within.
Softly Wufei cried out in his sleep, his arms jerking spasmodically as if trying to defend himself from an attacker as he navigated his way through a darkly sinister dream that was more than a dream.
He wandered alone on some lonely stretch of highway that gleamed wetly. Blood trickled down a gash on his forehead and his vision was bleary. Suddenly a full-length mirror with an elaborate golden frame appeared before him, its depths concealed by a swirling fog. With some trepidation, he approached, his feet crunching on shards of broken glass. Yet surprisingly the mirror was still intact.
Squinting into the glass, Wufei willed it to reveal its secrets. For a moment nothing happened, then the misty vapors began to clear revealing the face of a man with ginger hair. His eyes were a most compelling shade of blue and they seemed to reach deep inside of Wufei's body, deeper and deeper until they pierced his very soul.
The man in the mirror spoke, his voice cultured and frighteningly familiar. "You are mine, now and forever." He said and his eyes twin orbs of blazing blue fire. "Embrace your destiny and discard the shackles your mortal existence has bound you with. Join me, now, and we shall rule the night - together."
Thin, sensuous lips pulled back in a smile displaying just the smallest hint of fangs. Terror gripped Wufei with cold clammy hands as the creature stepped out of the mirror and into his world in one liquid smooth motion. Quick as a bolt of lightning strong arms pulled him into a suffocating embrace despite his desperate struggles.
Wufei's heartbeat thundered frantically in his ears drowning out all rational thoughts and he lurched with a faint scream as twin daggers of pain buried themselves in his throat. The world spun crazily as he felt his life force being drained from him against his will.
An aching frigid void consumed him ciphering away all life, feeling, warmth. It hollowed him out, mind, body, and soul, stripping away his essence. Darkness swirled in on him, drawing closer and closer until nothing else remained.
"You belong to me." He heard that smooth as silk voice in his ear, and was helpless to turn away. He hung limp and lifeless in the arms of this demon, helpless. "I own you mind, body and soul. I grant you life everlasting but this gift has a price - you must forever feed off of the blood of Mankind."
Before his very eyes Wufei saw his own beloved Heero appear. His eyes were blank and glassy, and silver streaks of tears glistened on his pale cheeks.
"Heero! Run away! Quickly!"
Heero remained motionless and at that moment Wufei was drawn forward as if by a magnet. He crossed over to where his love stood and gathered him up in his arms whispering words of love and adoration into his ear.
"You must feed on the blood of Mankind." The vampire's voice drifted over the misty air cold as a dagger in the heart. "Drink, Wufei, and live."
A wash of hunger so intense it was a blinding agony hit Wufei in the pit of his stomach and he would have doubled over from the pain if he had not been holding onto Heero. Helplessly he felt some dark, horrible part of his being drawn to Heero, drawn by his life's blood that pulsed and surged through his veins. As if in slow motion Wufei sank his newly formed fangs into the tender flesh of Heero's neck - and fed.
With a sobbing gasp Wufei bolted awake, tears streaming down his face. In horror he gazed down at the sleeping form besides him. How still, how peaceful he was.
"I will never hurt you again, Heero." He whispered this sacred vow in a fierce low voice. "Never again."
But deep in the depths of his heart he feared the truth and despaired.
TO BE CONTINUED …
Pairing: 5x1 13x5 13x 6 (implied)
Category: Angst, Supernatural, AU.
Warning: Yaoi, Dark, Vampirism, Lemon
Rating: R
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and/or constructive criticism to me at yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Almond black eyes scanned the mass of humanity that swarmed through the airport corridors in which countless individuals were bound for destinations unknown. The murmur of hundreds of conversations filled the cool slightly stale air with a constant hum. Flights were called over the loudspeakers and friends, families, and acquaintances were reunited and separated in a matter of heartbeats. Hugs and kisses, tears and smiles were exchanged in earnest
Wufei, dressed casually in a red polo shirt and khaki slacks, was leaning one hip against the wall, golden forearms crossed over his chest. He scanned each new face that came down the aisle with eager anticipation only to be disappointed each time. No matter how he craned his head he couldn't catch a glimpse of familiar blue eyes and unruly dark hair.
(Where is he?)
Just as he began to wonder if he had missed the flight or stationed himself at the wrong gate, he saw the one he was waiting for. With obvious relief Wufei waved his arms over his head to catch the other man's attention.
"Heero! Over here!"
Smiling, Heero crossed the busy halls to where his lover waited, his liquid eyes ablaze with happiness. His tailored navy suit was faintly rumpled from being confined in the so-called 'spacious accommodations' of the airliner and his burgundy tie was at half-mast. The top two buttons of his pale blue oxford shirt were undone revealing a flash of white undershirt and a tantalizing peek of lightly tanned skin. The overall effect was breathtaking and unbearably sexy if not downright erotic to Wufei. Heero always managed to look good no matter what he wore, though, in Wufei's opinion, he looked best wearing nothing at all.
Heero shouldered his way through the throng of people with some difficulty until he reached Wufei's side. Gratefully he allowed the leather carry-on to slide to the polished tile and sighed as if to rid of its weight. It had been a long and lonely business trip and the sight of Wufei was as refreshing as a drink of cold water to a man trapped in the desert.
Slowly he allowed his eyes to wander down the slender body, shiny black hair, pulled back in its customary ponytail, beetle-black eyes which burned with such deep, smoldering passion, golden skin, velvety soft to the touch. A rolling fire awakened deep inside and Heero wanted nothing more than to kiss this man he loved, to let his hands glide freely over his body, to make love to him with a fiery passion that matched the desire in his eyes. To once again partake in a love that could never be quenched.
Instead Heero merely extended his hand out to Wufei who clasped it in his own with a smile and the nod of the head.
"So, did you miss me?" Heero asked, his voice low and warm.
Knowing how much Heero detested public displays of affection, Wufei fought off the urge to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace. But it was difficult. The heat and pressure of Heero's hand gripping his stirred the coals of desire that had lain impatiently dormant these last long lonely nights. Heero had only been gone nine days but to Wufei it had felt like an eternity.
"Didn't even notice you were gone." Wufei replied airily, smiling innocently as he leaned over, picked up the carry-on and slid the strap over his shoulder. He straightened and began heading in the general direction of the parking lot with Heero at his side. As they walked Heero filled him in on the 'exciting' details of his trip.
After storing the luggage in the trunk, Wufei settled himself behind the steering wheel, made sure his safety harness was secured, and carefully put the car into reverse. Before long they had left the congested airport behind and were out on the highway.
The newly green leaves of the trees glimmered in the golden light of the setting sun and even the air itself had a dusty golden quality about it. Dark storm clouds were fast approaching from the southwest but their grave majesty only served to highlight the beauty of the heavens. They contrasted yet complimented each other at the same time, an exercise in the art of light and darkness and neither one could exist without the other. A clean refreshing breeze carrying with it the first telltale scent of rain slipped in through the open windows and rumpled Heero's already wild hair.
Silence stretched out as the car made its way steadily onward but it was a comfortable silence, the kind only two people who truly understood each other could enjoy. Every once in a while Wufei would glance over to Heero who was resting his head against the window glass. His eyes were heavy lidded and seemed glazed over and despite the lengthening shadows Wufei could make the first telltale signs of dark circles forming beneath Heero's eyes.
"You look tired, Heero."
Shifting his position so that he faced Wufei, Heero sighed faintly, "Yeah, I'm beat. I hate all of these business seminars. They're a waste of time if you ask me, not to mention boring as Hell."
Suddenly Heero's dark eyes widened slightly in surprise and his hand stretched out towards Wufei, fingertips brushing gently along a flesh colored bandage just over Wufei's right temple. Somehow he had failed to notice it earlier. Wufei pulled in a faint hissing breath and jerked away for the pain Heero's exploring fingers unintentionally caused.
"How did you get that?" Heero breathed, concern evident in his voice.
Wufei was glad he was driving for it gave him an excuse for not having to look Heero in the eyes. That made it easier to lie for Wufei was not yet ready to face the truth of the situation, whatever the truth might be.
"It's nothing." Wufei cut a sideways glance at Heero before returning his full attention to the road. "I tripped on the carpet in the room and hit my head on the corner of the dresser. No bid deal."
"Did you go see a doctor?" Heero asked, though he already suspected the answer.
"No, I already told you that it was no big deal. Look, Heero, it's fine. Really."
Heero nodded slowly and retreated silently into the corner of his seat. Something about that simplistic explanation bothered him but he couldn't figure out why, so he decided to let slide - for the moment. To Heero, who could read his lover like a book, it was obvious that Wufei didn't want to speak about it - whatever IT was. His hands were gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white and a new, unfamiliar tension seemed to radiate out from him and instantly he knew that Wufei was hiding something from him, something important. What was bothering him and why didn't he trust Heero enough to tell him the truth?
Silence once more filled the interior of the vehicle but this time it had a strange and ominous feel to it. Desperately needing a distraction from the thoughts and memories of blood and death that now whirled through his mind, Wufei snapped on the radio and spun the dial until he was able to pick up a clear station.
Wufei's actions, while seemingly normal, only put Heero more on the defensive. In all the years Heero had been with Wufei he had never known the young man to listen to the radio while driving unless it was a traffic or weather update. He preferred the silence claiming that it helped him to think.
(What are you trying not to think about, Wufei?) Heero wondered, but he held his tongue and decided that he would tell him if and when he was ready to.
Slowly the sun sank lower on the horizon tinting the approaching storm clouds a breathtaking, if slightly disturbing, shade of red. It was if the sky itself were bleeding. Wufei edgily began tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the music blasting through the speakers. He didn't know the song or the name of the artist but it a faced paced number with a relentlessly pulsing beat. He tried to concentrate on the lyrics, which were sung at such speed as to words almost totally incomprehensible. But in his mind he once more saw the terrified blue eyes of some unnamed woman, heard the brittle snapping of bone and that last terrified scream before death had obliterated everything.
For a moment, just a moment, he considered telling Heero about the nightmares he had been having. There were four in all so far and in each one a different woman died as if by his hand. Oh, he knew it was not he who butchered these innocents, but a cruel creature that fed of the blood of Mankind. The name of such a creature drifted to the surface of his mind but he pushed it away viciously. The very idea was ridiculous.
There was no such thing as vampires.
Despite the fact that the women were all a figment of his imagination, Wufei still felt their deaths weighing heavily on his conscious for although he himself did not kill them, while in the grip of these nightmares he experience what the predator felt, tasted - wanted. Helplessly he yearned for their life's blood, needed it as if it were the air that filled his lungs and sustained his life. He could smell their undiluted terror wafting from them like expensive perfume as they struggled and screamed. In his dreams these four women died again and again while he stood by unable - or unwilling - to stop the murderous creature. As far as he was concerned that made him just as guilty as if he had killed them himself.
The bloody images that staggered drunkenly through his mind were bad enough but the feelings he experienced were much more terrifying. It was as if all rational thought had been dissolved away leaving behind a cold ache, a need, and a hunger that screamed to be satisfied. With each passing night, with each new nightmare, this unholy hunger grew. At times he thought he might actually go mad.
Wildly his heart knocked against his chest and an all too familiar heat had stirred to life within his body. It spread through him in an uncontrollable wash of fire that quickened his breath and tightened his loins. The heat spiraled higher and higher and he felt he would either burn away to a cinder or burst at the seams. To his shame and mounting horror, Wufei realized that even now while he was wide-awake these visions of carnage excited him like nothing else ever had. It was a forbidden desire but one as addictive as any drug.
As the car turned into the driveway of Heero's house, fat raindrops began to splatter against the windshield. There were only a few at first but they were shortly joined by others and in a matter of seconds sheets of rain were pounding the earth as the storm finally released its pent-up fury in a blinding flash of lightning.
Wufei shut off the engine and the volume of the rain increased in the absence of sound. Mechanically he undid his seatbelt and leaned towards Heero, black eyes burning with desire.
"Heero."
Heero turned as he heard his name called, having just unbuckled his own safety harness, and gasped as he felt strong arms suddenly encircling his body and pulling him into a frantic embrace. Hungry lips clamped down on his and an eager tongue searched for and found the entrance it sought as he returned the kiss as passionately as it was given. Blue eyes widened at the unusual insistence, and moaning softly low in his throat he broke off the kiss and pulled away. Gently he disengaged himself from Wufei's embrace.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, their ragged breathing and the thrumming of the rain as it beat down on the metal exterior of the automobile very loud in the silence. Water was leaking into the car through the still open windows, soaking the leather interior, but neither Heero nor Wufei made any effort to roll them up as they had yet to notice.
"Coming in with me, Wufei?" Heero's voice was soft and uncertain yet it held a note of open invitation. His lips burned and throbbed from the intensity of their kiss but he had sensed something else there as well, something dark and desperate. It was something he had never experienced with Wufei and left him feeling shaken, confused, and more than a little afraid. Something dangerous burned in the obsidian eyes of the man across from him and it both repelled and fascinated Heero at the same time.
(That's ridiculous! This is Wufei, not some maniacal stranger. Get a grip.)
"I thought you were tired." Wufei purred seductively as he leaned towards Heero, cupping his love's face in his hand and brushed his thumbs softly along the soft skin of his cheeks. Shivers of delight worked their way down the Japanese youth's spine at this seemingly innocent caress.
With a shuddering sigh, Heero closed his eyes as he felt his thumb along his swollen lips. He parted them slowly to allow better access and began to suck lightly on the tip. Wufei groaned low in his throat as he pulled the rest of the digit into the warm moist recesses of his mouth and began to caress it suggestively with his tongue.
Blue eyes fluttered open, glittering with barely concealed lust as he slowly tilted his head and met Wufei's black gaze squarely. A saucy smile twisted his lips.
"I'm not THAT tired."
A few seconds later the two were out of the car and pelting across the lawn through the violent downpour. It was raining so hard it was almost impossible to see but somehow they managed to make it to the front porch without mishap. Icy water sloshed over them and for one desperate moment Heero couldn't find his house keys. Frantically his hands patted down his jacket pockets but they were empty. Suddenly from behind him, Wufei thrust his hands into Heero's pant pockets and nimbly sifted through the jumble of loose change contained within until he found what he was searching for.
"I think you'll be needing these, huh?" Midnight eyes sparkled as he pressed the keys into Heero's outstretched hand.
"Uh, right. Thanks."
Heero's hands were trembling slightly, which made inserting the key into the lock more difficult that it need be but finally he managed to unlock the door and they were inside and out of the rain.
Reaching over to flick on the lights, Heero felt strong arms pulling him away and into a warm embrace.
"We won't be needing those." Wufei murmured as his lips found Heero's throat. His skin was dotted with beads of moisture and slightly chilled but Wufei expertly pulled the heat to the surface as he took Heero flesh into his mouth sucking eagerly.
With tongue, mouth, and lips, Wufei caressed and stroked his lover's damp skin working his way eagerly up towards soft pliant lips. Face flushed and eyes sparkling, he began to remove the sodden clothes from his love. First the jacket fell to the ground with a muffled thud followed closely by the tie. The shirt, with its many tiny buttons gave him a little more trouble. They tested his patience as he fumbled with each one in turn. Heero's hands rose to offer assistance but he shooed them away.
"No, Heero. I want to do this myself. I've wanted you for so long."
Shrugging agreeably, Heero held his body as still as one by one the buttons were undone. Next the white undershirt was peeled from damp skin and together the two garments were tossed carelessly aside to join their companions on the floor.
Knowledgeable hands roamed over the contours and plains of Heero's body, caressing here, stroking there and outlining the fine muscle structure under the warm flesh. With a devilish smile Wufei reached behind and cupped his hands over his smooth buttocks through the cloth of his slacks. Hordes of goose bumps marched over Heero's body as icy shivers consumed him even as he burned alive.
Suddenly Wufei's lips were upon his once more, hot and demanding, desperate in his unspeakable need. In that moment, he realized that Wufei had reached his limits of patience. The fine line of his control had been stretched beyond the breaking point.
In an instant he found himself upon the carpeted floor, insistent hands tearing at his belt buckle. Helpfully, Heero raised his hips as he felt the cloth of his slacks and briefs slithering down over his lean hips. The cool air was a shock against his flushed skin and a small cry was ripped from his lips as he felt warm wetness envelop his straining erection.
Powerful hands were stroking his bare body seemingly everywhere at once as Wufei licked and nibbled his throbbing member, drawing forth waves of unbelievable pleasure. Heero arched his body, hips jerking in silent supplication. Never had he known Wufei to be so bold, so frantic, so full of uncontrollable need. Even in the throes of passion, Wufei had always held himself in strict control. It was his nature.
Outside the storm was in full swing as curtains of rain lashed the house and thunder rumbled and shook the natural world. Bolts of lightning flickered and danced across the sky in a dizzyingly beautiful display of raw force and destructive power. Blue-white light illuminated the interior of the house in erratic bursts giving the whole scene a surreal quality.
The heady scent of vanilla was suddenly carried to Heero's nostrils followed by the abrupt intrusion of moist fingers into the most intimate recesses of his body. Shockingly welcomed, they drew him to the next level of gratification as he pressed against them eagerly, opening his legs and raising his hips in wanton invitation. Waves of pleasure erupted throughout his body as he felt them brush against the sweet spot deep inside.
As abruptly as they had appeared, the fingers were withdrawn leaving him feeling empty and unfulfilled in their absence. A soft sound of disappointment eased past his parted lips.
Hot breath puffed against the skin of Heero's neck and he shivered in anticipation as his legs were raised. Wufei positioned himself between them, his hard, throbbing shaft pressing against the tender flesh of his inner thigh. His voice, a throaty strained whisper was in his ear.
"I need you, Heero. Now. I can't wait any longer."
Heero only had a moment to prepare himself before Wufei drove himself into his body, his groan of pleasure mingling with Heero's own soft cry of pain as he buried himself to the hilt. Desperately Heero clamped strong white teeth into the flesh of his raised forearm stifling his next groan as Wufei reared back and entered him yet again.
Heero forced his body to relax fully and soon the pain was replaced by a mind numbing pressure surged up within his body. Eagerly he thrust back against Wufei, his breath hot and ragged in his throat. Surrendering completely he wrapped his legs about the straining back of his lover and opened himself up to the ecstatic sensations that threatened to drive him out of his mind. With all his might he strained to catch this feeling that hung just beyond his reach, so tantalizingly close.
Wufei pulled back and drove himself into the sweat glistened body straining beneath him repeatedly his voice raising in pitch with each violent thrust of his hips. His black eyes were glazed, his face a set mask.
Wufei did not hear Heero's first muffled sounds of pain as he rode him with all his might. Neither was he aware of his eventual cry of completion as he reached the ultimate physical pleasure. His mind was completely consumed by the visions that now dominated his brain. His physical senses were lost in the world he experienced in his mind. The sounds of terrified cries and screams of pain filled his ears, the scent of fear poignant in his flared nostrils, the coppery taste of blood hot and heady on his lips and tongue. All these imagined things had somehow become his only reality.
Wufei’s mind was flooded by memories that were not his own. Suddenly it was not his dark haired Heero or some nameless terrified woman who writhed and bucked beneath him but a young handsome aristocratic male with penetrating icy blue eyes and long platinum blond hair that swept out like glowing silk across crisp scarlet linen. This unknown being's finely chiseled features were beautifully contorted in breathless passion, beads of perspiration dotted his flawless alabaster skin as he strained towards his own blissful release crying out the name of an unseen lover.
"Treize! Oh, Treize!"
The passion that had been building crashed over Wufei and through him and as it did so the memories and visions that had taken control of his mind and body abruptly relinquished control and departed from him leaving him as himself. Gritting his teeth Wufei reached out and embraced the passion that erupted within him, and made it his own. Consciousness all but shattered into a thousand glittering shards about him.
Fearing his heart should burst Wufei collapsed against his love, panting and trembling, until he was able to gain some control over his breathing. In his ear pressed firmly against his chest, Heero's heart pulsed and thundered. Wufei could imagine the blood racing through his veins and had to bite his lip to dispel the urge to sink his teeth into the flesh of his lover.
Fighting off this crazy urge, Wufei slowly pressed heated kisses along Heero's throat, the curve of his jaw, his cheeks and lips. At the same time caressing the muscular body beneath him as if to satisfy for himself that he was truly back where he belonged, back in his own body where his own thoughts and feelings reigned.
Much calmer now, Wufei gently pressed his lips against his lover's closed lids. The taste of salty wetness on thick lashes brought him to an abrupt halt. In the faint light filtering in through the windows he could just make out the faintest lines of tears that lined smooth cheeks.
Anguish pulled sharply at his heart. He had hurt the one he loved. Such a thing was unforgivable. Wufei pulled away from Heero, heart heavy. Nothing like what he had just experienced had ever happened to him before and it left him shaking and unsure of himself - something he deeply resented. To Wufei control in all things was of paramount importance. He knew that steps had to be made to assure that such a thing would never happen to him again but how?
There was nowhere he could go for advice on such bizarre matters and no one in which he felt comfortable enough with to confide in. He even rejected the idea of telling Heero for fear that disgust and disbelief would drive him away.
"Wufei, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." The words were flat and lifeless.
Heero sat up and edged closer to his love on hands and knees peering into dark eyes trying to get a grip on what he was feeling. Something was wrong. He had felt it during their lovemaking. It was as if he had opened himself up to a total stranger - a potentially dangerous one at that. For a period of time there had been a fierce demanding passion but no real love, no tenderness. Although he had experienced the most pleasurable sensation one human could share with another him feeling cold and empty. Used. Instead of the joy he usually experienced while joining with Wufei he only felt an unbearable sadness - a feeling of loss so great it had unleashed an unexpected flood of tears.
Heero tried to tell himself that he was being ridiculous, that Wufei's strange behavior was due to prolonged spell of abstinence or job stress or something. Anything. But he didn't believe it.
Something had happened to Wufei while he had been gone, something that had altered some fundamental part of what made Wufei who he was. The question in the forefront of Heero's mind was this: Could things ever be the way they had been before?
Wufei pulled himself to his feet feeling as if his body was made of cold granite. Mechanically he helped Heero to his feet. He avoided the questioning gaze Heero sent in his direction. What could he possibly say to make things better? I'm sorry? Please forgive me? No. Words would not change what had happened between them. Maybe nothing could.
Side by side they lay on Heero's bed, each absorbed in their own troubled thoughts. They did not cuddle or caress each other, as they normally would have. It was as if some invisible barrier had been erected between them - a barrier each felt but did not know how to circumvent.
Throughout the night the storm raged and sometime long after midnight it blew itself out. The room was silent with only the sounds of sleep - a slow steady inhalation of air, a slight pause, and the gentle release - to give evidence that there was life within.
Softly Wufei cried out in his sleep, his arms jerking spasmodically as if trying to defend himself from an attacker as he navigated his way through a darkly sinister dream that was more than a dream.
He wandered alone on some lonely stretch of highway that gleamed wetly. Blood trickled down a gash on his forehead and his vision was bleary. Suddenly a full-length mirror with an elaborate golden frame appeared before him, its depths concealed by a swirling fog. With some trepidation, he approached, his feet crunching on shards of broken glass. Yet surprisingly the mirror was still intact.
Squinting into the glass, Wufei willed it to reveal its secrets. For a moment nothing happened, then the misty vapors began to clear revealing the face of a man with ginger hair. His eyes were a most compelling shade of blue and they seemed to reach deep inside of Wufei's body, deeper and deeper until they pierced his very soul.
The man in the mirror spoke, his voice cultured and frighteningly familiar. "You are mine, now and forever." He said and his eyes twin orbs of blazing blue fire. "Embrace your destiny and discard the shackles your mortal existence has bound you with. Join me, now, and we shall rule the night - together."
Thin, sensuous lips pulled back in a smile displaying just the smallest hint of fangs. Terror gripped Wufei with cold clammy hands as the creature stepped out of the mirror and into his world in one liquid smooth motion. Quick as a bolt of lightning strong arms pulled him into a suffocating embrace despite his desperate struggles.
Wufei's heartbeat thundered frantically in his ears drowning out all rational thoughts and he lurched with a faint scream as twin daggers of pain buried themselves in his throat. The world spun crazily as he felt his life force being drained from him against his will.
An aching frigid void consumed him ciphering away all life, feeling, warmth. It hollowed him out, mind, body, and soul, stripping away his essence. Darkness swirled in on him, drawing closer and closer until nothing else remained.
"You belong to me." He heard that smooth as silk voice in his ear, and was helpless to turn away. He hung limp and lifeless in the arms of this demon, helpless. "I own you mind, body and soul. I grant you life everlasting but this gift has a price - you must forever feed off of the blood of Mankind."
Before his very eyes Wufei saw his own beloved Heero appear. His eyes were blank and glassy, and silver streaks of tears glistened on his pale cheeks.
"Heero! Run away! Quickly!"
Heero remained motionless and at that moment Wufei was drawn forward as if by a magnet. He crossed over to where his love stood and gathered him up in his arms whispering words of love and adoration into his ear.
"You must feed on the blood of Mankind." The vampire's voice drifted over the misty air cold as a dagger in the heart. "Drink, Wufei, and live."
A wash of hunger so intense it was a blinding agony hit Wufei in the pit of his stomach and he would have doubled over from the pain if he had not been holding onto Heero. Helplessly he felt some dark, horrible part of his being drawn to Heero, drawn by his life's blood that pulsed and surged through his veins. As if in slow motion Wufei sank his newly formed fangs into the tender flesh of Heero's neck - and fed.
With a sobbing gasp Wufei bolted awake, tears streaming down his face. In horror he gazed down at the sleeping form besides him. How still, how peaceful he was.
"I will never hurt you again, Heero." He whispered this sacred vow in a fierce low voice. "Never again."
But deep in the depths of his heart he feared the truth and despaired.
TO BE CONTINUED …
