"Possession"
by Jenn Blackett
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. That is the property of Sotsu, Sunrise, Bandai Entertainment, and various other companies. I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer either. That is the property of Joss Whedon and his production company, Mutant Enemy. Any similar concepts are not making a profit in this story or upon this website. Anything original is the sole property of the author.
Warnings: Um.... very dark, mocks everything held dear to society, sexual, kinky, torture, did I mention it's VERY, VERY, VERY DARK? lol... Above your average instilling of darkness, kiddies.
Pairings: 1x2, 2x? Kinky! hehe
--The Year of Our Lord, 24th of December, 1342--
--England--
Snow drifted down with evenness to the ground below, blanketing it in endless white. In sharp contrast to the sorrows in a forgotten Irish town, down below in this English castle, the revelry of the ten nights past still played out, however mutely, through the halls of the keep. A few late night revelers who had not been trapped beneath the kissing-bough (1) had scampered with mead-slowed minds into the castle halls, seeking out what few rooms were left to wile away their hours. At least until the good friar was to awaken from his drunken sleep to give quite amusing speeches about the fiery hell which such sinful people shall be sent upon the Day of Reckoning for disgracing the Lord's day of birth.
Well, at least the speeches were amusing to him of all beings. As for the several direly sleeping people he had left in his wake down below, their Day of Reckoning had already come. For himself, it was only beginning and the fiery hell the good friar prophesized for indulging in sinful relations would be greatly furnished with unimaginable tortures after this night and the next... and the next... until eternity could not comprehend such a hell for the things he was to do with the innocent one waiting above stairs.
He paused a moment in thought of that one, the one so pure that it resonated like the dulcid tone of the perfect choir. A subtle smirk shaped sensual lips and beneath the edge of sharply shorn dark bangs, a pair of dark blue eyes narrowed at the stairs laid in plain view, leading to the one he had made his own only a few nights past. Thinking of that night, that night that had strangely made him take a mortal to be his consort in body and in blood, movement once again resumed, the slow step sounding softly along with the hiss of the long, red cyclas (2) as it brushed along the harshly hewn steps. Some could remark that it looked like the dark devil himself was striding up those steps, for there really was no evidence of the being's reality as it passed a shining mirror, not one splotch of color of an image taking place about the surface. The hood shaded his eyes, even more so than the fall of his wind-swept hair, causing shadows to race along the sharp planes of his features, along that almost unnatural pearlescent cast to his skin which would be just a trick of the eye.
Yes, and the coldness of his skin was only a result of the drafts in the castle. Tomorrow Saint George would come gallopping in on his horse to slay a dragon and the Virgin Mary would come down from Heaven to smite him. Yes, and he was just a man who went under the name of Heero Roquelare (3), a man of mysterious descent, but with a French name and wealth, one can get anywhere.
He was a shade that went amongst men in the guise of a traveler, a man of secret wealth and unnaturally cold hands that had to be consistently covered by leather gloves. Even the most moral of women could find themselves blushing with sinful pleasure under his attentive gaze and even the most pious of men couldn't help but entertain their thoughts with the idea of being pleasured by talking to him. Or the variety of other sinful pleasures which the Church would burn one at the stake for even mentioning....
Yet out of all the entertaining people in this world, out of troubadours, thieves, princes, nobles, and peasants, he chose one single being who could have become a shining beacon of light to one lonely stretch of Ireland, a true believer of sermons tending to his flock and trying to keep sin from the edges of his town. However this young being wouldn't become a beacon of light, he would become darkness. Pure, loving to sin darkness, a true whore in body and soulnessness.
And he would be *his*. His as completely as any single being can become. His possession.
Finally, the door lay before Heero, the portal to where his current paramour awaited. He quitely headed into the room, closing it securely behind him and locking it, knowing that his koi had been a little tentative--to say the least--of some of the things that he had proposed. Well, not exactly proposed, whatever happened in this room was what will happen. His word was law and his appetite did not allow for much hesitation or disobedience in his fledgling.
Dark eyes caught on the being that had been occupying his mind for half the night, even during the act of feeding, when no thoughts should be straying from the divine, rich taste of life ebbing slowly away.
The boy stood by the small, slit of window that had been cut into the stone only to allow a minute amount of both sun light and moon light in, more for ventilation then anything else. However, this being had taken it up as a post from which to watch the slow descent of snow flakes down from the sky, an almost child-like look of fascination upon his features.
His maker took a moment to look over those features, the full sensual lips, the long lashes that hid dark violet eyes. Those eyes alone proved there was a boy in this man's body, this artwork of sinew and muscle that for the moment was encased in an elaborate arrangement of clothes. The waist of the blue doublet was tightly cinched, delicate gold seams running down the back, front, and sides, almost making the wearer look like the most delicate virgin waiting here for him. Long hair the color of oak, brown and gold trapped together, like darkness and light fighting it out in his hair, though the darkness was certainly winning at the moment, shadows casting the hair into a darker shade than usual. It was wrapped up tight in a thick braid, like a whip, waving a little along his ass from the wind from the window, a single dark cobalt ribbon weaving it's way downwards as decoration. The boy looked ever the courtier at the moment, standing there in breeches of the same almost shy blue of the doublet, designed in gold thread as well, and the tights of a thinner silk material that were tucked ever so carefully under where the breeches ended at his knees. Heero smirked, thinking of how the good friar would have delivered a stinging tirade of damnation for being so sinful to reveal one's legs through those tights, even if the king had set the fashion. He would be even more furious to note the Virgin's own blue colors that were meant to symbolize purity were the boy's dress, even if in the Low Countries this blue was for those of more sinful natures. (4)
A contrast that amused and suited him greatly.
A slight frown stole over his features a moment, for he could see the boy straining at the moment, eyes looking ever so thoughtfully in the distance, when he should be noting his maker's arrival. It didn't take too long for Heero to arrive at the conclusion that the boy was reaching to "see" news of his homeland, his old life, and this would never do. A slight anger stole over him and he strode over to slide a hand upon the boy's shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Duo, that's over with now. Leave the past to the past. It does not matter to us here...."
The boy looked up, almost guiltily, before glancing down once more, quiet for the moment. A soft whisper broke the room's silence after a few moments. "I'm sorry, master. I did not mean to displease you...." Almost limpid violet eyes raised to his maker's a moment, a soft, sensual glint flirting inside their darkness, before he nuzzled his cheek and lips gently to the hand upon his shoulder.
Heero watched as Duo glanced up a moment to make sure it was alright and, continuing at his maker's little nod, slowly gathered Heero's hand in between his own, raising it to his lips. Softly, the fledgling played his lips along the fingertips, tongue lightly grazing the nearly non-existant lines in the palm down to the wrist. The tongue turned ever the more loving, tracing the line of vital artery and vein that had helped yield him into the joie de mort, and just the slightest graze of sharp fangs--canines no normal being would have--caressed the skin dangerously, but refused to break it unless greeted to do so, despite the hungry sigh that stole from Duo's lips. Heero smiled, just slightly, at the sight, realizing how devoted this one being was to him already, to deny himself blood, though he must be craving so terribly right now, having not broken his fast as of tonight. As they said, good things will be rewarded. As he usually added, bad things will be all the more fun to reward. However, they could get to the sensual part of the evening later, it was time to feed his koibito.
Gently, he extracted his hand, almost reluctantly from Duo's adoration and instead cupped the boy's jaw, making him look at him. "Let's get you something to eat, ne? You need to feed, and I know just the right person from which to do so..." A slight smirk stole across his features, vicious in nature, reflecting the hunger and lust visible in his somewhat innocently blushing fledgling's eyes. Heero's fingers traced over the curve of the boy's cheek and jaw, thinking he will become such a sinner and couldn't help the pride that flushed through him at the thought. Not that he cares whether he is prideful or not, but some would say it was a shame to crush such innocence, manipulate it into the service of evil.
However, this is only one of the reasons Duo Maxwell stood before him a vampire a few nights old. He had been enraptured with that innocence from the first moment he saw the boy, lighting the candles near the altar, his face a study of pious devotion so keen it was near to carnal passion. He had know then--how could he not?--that this solitary boy would be something to make the Heaven's weep in sorrow and Hell cry out in joy once he made him his. Let all the angels in Heaven tear their hearts out in grief, Heero cared not. This boy was his and he would do with him as he saw fit, including making him his perfect experiment in corruption and vice. If the choice were given to him, the very moment where upon he had come upon Duo before that altar, to take him there or not, he would still choose every time to take him upon that altar in the bloody frenzy that had resulted.
Hn, perhaps he should take his own advice about not paying heed to the past, for whilst he was musing, Duo had taken to watching his face carefully. So carefully and with such a sinful glint of pleasure in his dark eyes that Heero was quite sure the boy knew, despite all of his innocent trappings, what his sensual body could garner him, the lust and approval of his maker. Schooling his features once more into the cold firmness that suited him best, Heero tapped his fingers lightly against his koibito's cheek and motioned to the door. "Come with me... I have the suprise waiting for you, all trussed up... In the spirit of the season." He tried not to smirk.
Heero loved games, really he did. He loved to mock the Christian religion of the populace, turn their simple joys into something horrible for his own sadistic and dark purposes. It was his past time, in between killing a single girl born in all the world, meant to protect the people from the dark forces with her supernatural, and often said to be "God-given" gifts. His eyes narrowed momentary at the thought of such a girl, of which he had laid to rest only a mere three, but his quest was never-ending because he vowed such a being would not hurt any of his kind anymore, especially the one he had just made to be kept near and dear to him.
Not until he found his dark one at least. His Queen....
Shaking thoughts of that away, he continued to lead Duo down the corridor from their room to the servant's stairs, taking the narrow, curving stairwell down to a simple room set off from the main part of the castle. Upon entry, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was a rather spare bedroom with no windows, heavy, thick stone walls, and a chest set off to the side--unless one noted the quivering girl tied up on the bed. Dressed in just her cotte (5), a variety of bruises and cuts laid her once pristine flesh, one sleeve of her undergarment had nearly all the buttons ripped open, making it hang oddly upon her arm. The rounded and deep neckline revealed one breast that had been left hanging out though the maiden tried to cover herself to the best of her avail, bite marks all along the skin around the nipple. She was a pretty slip of a girl, loose flaxen hair and brightly glaring sea green eyes cast upon them with the most angry and almost afeard look. She knew death had come for a final time and she did not know how to fight it, only letting out a rather pitiful moan as she looked away sharply to the side.
Heero glanced down to Duo's rapt, almost fascinated gaze that was fixed upon the girl with the intensity of one watching a hanging. His lips quirked into the semblance of a smile, sliding his hand along his koibito's strong shoulder to toy with the decorated braid, sliding the soft tip against his lips a moment in thought before he spoke. "Do you know what she is, Duo?"
A soft shake of the head in the negative, afraid to get it wrong.
"Ah... hai, you do. You can sense it, can you not?" He nearly grinned in pleasure at the very slightest of a nod finally, his koibito's head tipping slightly to the side in wonder. "What is she then? Say it out loud for me..."
Duo's gaze stayed upon the girl a long moment before he raised his eyes, snapping there with hatred as he said the word he had been taught to despise. "She's a slayer."
"Yes.... and what do we do with slayers, koibito?"
"We kill them."
"Why?"
"For being whores in service of a foolish ideal." The boy parroted back expertly, his tone full of disgust and violence for the now shaking girl on the bed.
Pleasure glinted in his eyes for that. The boy's devotion to his religion was rather easy to manipulate to become equal in fervor to his own causes and ideals. It pleased Heero beyond belief to have Duo with him, now just to grant him this small little Christmas present that will give both of them pleasure as well as rid him of this little bitch as well. "Duo, do you want to do something for me...."
Violet eyes obediently snapped over to his own, desire intermixed with the shyness still inherent in his innocent being. "Yes, master. What can I do to please you?"
"I want you to make the slayer pleasure you... Just like I made you do to me the other night.... I want to watch you...." He murmured, trailing his fingertips down the long, wild bangs that covered his koibito's darkly sparkling eyes so effectively to those sensual lips that had been wrapped so tightly around his cock last night, taking him in, deeper and deeper. Heero nearly laughed at how his koibito's eyes flashed between disgust at having a slayer touch him to the desire to please to the shyness of being watched, the innocence still flickering inside him, waiting to be stifled so the true demon could emerge. "It would please me to watch you make her suffer before she dies..."
It really wasn't a request that could brook argument. Shyness besides, Duo knew well enough by now that if he did not obey, Heero would not be kind afterwards. Not that he spared the crop for any reason, but he did slack off on his harshness sometimes if he was truly pleased. Heero made sure enough to make that distinction clear in his koibito's mind from day one: He was to be obeyed at all costs or else there would be horrible pain and withholding of pleasure.
Duo nodded softly, pressing his lips a moment to his maker's own, a gentle kiss of thanks for being allowed in his prescence, to be able to do what he commands, for Heero also made sure that Duo knew he was lucky to have been chosen to be at his side like this. Losing all semblance of gentleness and eroticism, the fledgling's more instinctively dark side took over, making him walk slowly over to where the shaking girl lay upon the bed. Her eyes raised angrily to the cold violet ones regarding her and that earned her a vicious slap, causing her to fall against the bed in a mewling heap.
Slowly, hands traveled along her frame, exploring and pausing to caress roughly in areas, making the girl cry out against her gag and shake her head violently no, though she had been used in such a way before this. Heero watched, taking a seat in one of the chairs by a cheerily burning fireplace, his hand straying slowly downwards to caress along the gathering bulge in his breeches, eyeing the pair on the bed. The slayer's cries and whimpers slowly died down to become sensual moans, her body squirming a bit on the bed as Duo trailed his lips down her neck to her marked breasts, nuzzling the nipples into perky fullness before starting to lick tenderly along the bite marks and bruised skin. Another hand traveled slowly down her stomach, tugging up the full skirt of her cotte to reveal the wetness starting between her legs, fingers slowly gliding along to play at the distended clit, pinching it softly, making the girl cry out all the more, though not in protest at the moment, but in pleading for more. The fingers stayed there for aching, endless moments, just sliding teasingly along the opening of her femininity, but not entering for all the world, until the slayer was bucking on the bed, panting, begging.
Heero's eyes narrowed as he watched his koibito lift his mouth from the slayer's now wet breasts, sliding his wet fingers along the girl's lips before violently ripping the gag away from between her lips, using it instead to blindfold her. She cried out in protest and fear, but another slap quieted that well enough, making her whimper and shiver, wondering what was going on. Duo just caressed his fingers through her hair softly until her shivers quieted, until she was calm again, his fingers straying downwards to tug down his breeches, unbeknownst to the girl.
Suddenly, the fledgling's fingers wrapped tightly in the slayer's hair and jerked her mouth down to his aroused cock, forcing her to take it all in at once, a hand tight on her jaw to prevent her from biting, though she was more preoccupied with trying to recover from gagging at the onslaught. A chiding, amused, "Breathe through your nose" woke the slayer quick enough from her gagging, though tears started to collect in her eyes, sliding down her pale cheeks as she was forced to move her mouth back and forth upon the vampire's cock.
Heero's hand slowly slid down the waistband of his own pair of breeches after undoing the jeweled, heavy hammered gold belt he wore, tightening his hand around his hard and ready cock, thumb just grazing across the weeping head. Watching the slayer's humiliation, her knowledge that she would die and she was servicing a vampire, getting pleasure from a vampire, a being she should kill, yet lusts for at the same time, was exquisite for him. His eyes glanced to the face of his koibito, head thrown back, eyes closed, such a sinful smile upon his lips as his fingers laid wrapped tight in the slayer's flaxen hair, making her fuck his cock with her mouth. A groan stole from his own lips, adding to the soft cries and sensual groans upon the bed. His hand tightened on his own cock, jerking it all the more swiftly now, up and down, a sharp pressure, though he just wanted his koibito's mouth, his tight passage wrapped around it right now, but he wanted to watch this torture first. Just a little more....
Only when his fledgling's thrusts became all the more frenzied and the slayer's eyes--visible for the blindfold had fallen askew-- lit with shock and a crazy want to taste him, did Heero break in. "No. Do not cum." Though his tone was soft, it held command.
Duo's eyes snapped open upon hearing it, and his fingers untangled from the girl's hair, pushing her roughly away, a drop of white sliding down from her lips to her chin. His fledgling smiled a little and leaned in to lick it away, slowly before he glanced over to his maker with hooded, sensual eyes. Silently asking what he should do now, tense, wanting, hungry.
With the slightest of motions, Heero gave his approval. "Kill her...." He said softly, watching the slayer's eyes widen and a scream start in her mouth, but that was ended just as quickly as Duo's visage turned to his true demonic self and his face buried in the slayer's neck.
Moments later, it was over and the slayer's body lay cold and lifeless upon the bed, though his fledgling glowed with warmth and the life he had stolen, licking at his lips for traces of blood he might have spilt. Heero smirked, watching the utter sensuality of the aftermath, the way the firelight played upon his koibito's hair and face, made the peaks of his bangs cast dark shadows across his eyes as he looked to his maker in askance, still aching and unfufilled sexually. He wondered if he should give his koibito satisfaction or not, for though he had pleased him, it was still far too early for him to grant his koibito constant release. He did not want him to believe that he could please him so easily every time....
Eyes contemplative, Heero reached his conclusion and just slowly crooked his finger at Duo, watching the braided boy's eyes light up as he got off of the bed, pausing at Heero's sharp look. He flushed as he finally remembered and got down on his knees, crawling slowly over to his maker, kneeling before him, his eyes sparkling, almost pleading for release from his ache, his need for pleasure.
It was so adorable, it made a slight curve to his lips, his hand reaching out to caress through the silky hair atop his fledgling's head, watching the boy look nearly dizzy with contentment at a touch. His hand traveled slowly down his koibito's cheek, tracing those beautiful, bloody lips a moment. Heero leaned in to press his own hard to Duo's, causing the boy to moan out of startlement and then melt into it, kissing him back hard as well, the way men could kiss (6). His tongue slid into the hot, wet met, lapping up all traces of the slayer's potent blood and the taste of her skin, ripe with demonic conquest.
kiss was soon not enough for him and he violently pushed his fledgling upon the hard stone floor before the fire, spreading his legs roughly, making the boy arch up in need. Heero ripped down the doublet, ignoring the sin of tearing such fine fabric, just intent on revealing every inch of Duo's flesh, his mouth assaulting each little bit revealed. Tongue and teeth made the skin flush with the blood it had newly taken in, and he bit down hard upon one of the flat nipples, enjoying Duo's sharp cry to his lost God. Softly, he lapped at the wound, drinking up the blood of the slayer that had transmuted into that of Duo. All the while, his hands made quick work of divesting Duo completely of his breeches and tights, until the boy lay naked beneath him, sinful, erotic, hair starting to come undone from that tight braid, watching and waiting with baited breath.
Heero's eyes slowly slid along the naked body, from his koibto's parted lips, his tongue snaking out to lick slowly along them. Downwards his gaze went until it dwelled upon the cock standing at attention, so hard and begging for his touch, his mouth, anything to grant it release. Heero slowly crawled backwards to just ghost his lips across the tip, causing it to jump and Duo to hiss in a breath, while his other hand reached for the small bowl of scented oil that he had prepared for this night. He dipped his fingers in the substance, rubbing them together a moment before slowly guiding them to the puckered entrance to Duo's body, tracing around in a circle before sharply stabbing two fingers inside.
Duo arched his body up hard, crying out in the pain and ecstacy of the invasion as Heero pumped the fingers in and out, making sure to get him good and oiled, ready for his own entry as his mouth laid biting kisses along the length of his koibito's cock.
A low growl stole from Heero's lips as he watched his fledgling, begging out in little breaths for his touch, his violet eyes aflame with lust and hunger and pleading. A wicked smile stole across Heero's lips as he just watched, waited a little until Duo was nearly frantic with the unending, but unsastifying thrusting of his fingers before he pushed his koibito's legs back hard, setting his knees on his shoulders and entered him in one sharp stroke.
Heero groaned lowly as Duo cried his name, just concentrating on the still virginal tightness of his koibito's body, the muscles gripping him so hard and pulsing with need. A need he could no longer deny himself.
Roughly, he started to thrust, fucking Duo hard enough to cause them to move a few inches with every other stroke. The boy didn't care, just crying his name ever ending, begging, crying at the pleasure and the pain until Heero viciously wrapped his hand around his koibito's cock and started to pump it roughly, working him as hard as he was working his tight little body. Suddenly, with deep, hard thrusts, Heero came into Duo's body, pumping him with his release, feeling Duo's own sticky fluids land stickly upon his hands and his doublet.
He just stayed there, locked in that position, watching his koibito breathing hard, coming down from that impossible high. Duo sighed hard, his lips curved into a seductive smile, lowering his expressive violet eyes from the ceiling to smile upon his maker, but paused sharply at the rather cold look he was getting.
Heero withdrew his hand from his koibito's cock and then his body from his own, just absently licking Duo's cum from his fingers, as if he had nothing else to clean them with, so it would have to suffice. While the boy watched him, hurt, wondering what he did to earn such a look, Heero just silently gazed at the cold, lifeless body of the slayer, thoughts distant, locked away.
Without looking at his fledgling, Heero headed for the door, drawing his cloak tightly around him to hide the fact that his clothes were stained. "Get rid of the body."
And the snow drifted down slowly to the land still, unchanged too was the revelry down below. Christmas was not disturbed by the events in the room, nor would it be on many nights to pass....
~~The End
(1) Kissing-bough: A kissing-bough was often hung from the ceiling; a round ball of twigs and greenery decorated with seasonal fruit, such as apples, it was the precursor to the bunch of mistletoe, under which no lady could refuse a kiss.
(2) Cyclas: Cloak with round cut, decorated with fur around the neckline. Type of gardecorps of the thirteenth century which was used especially in winter. This long cloak sometimes reached the ankle, had wide sleeves and high collar, was cut on one side. Sometimes a hood was added.
(3) Roquelare: I think that's how you spell that psyuedom of Anne Rice's that means from the French, "Under a cloak".
(4) "The revealing of legs caused a great consternation in the period, as it was considered indecent by the Church....." & "Blue, partly because of its connection with the Virgin Mary, became the colour of fidelity, and was allowed to be worn by everyone from the 13th century. In the Low Countries, however, this was the colour for adulterous wives."
(5) Cotte: the female undergarment introduced in the thirteenth century, became more tight-fitting, as it was seen in the case of the male costumes as well. The back was opened, and laced with ribbons. The skirt part was cut in relatively loose form. In the first part of the century the difference was not so striking, but the sleeves were buttoned in the same manner as in the case of the male ones, and the close-fitting cut made necessary the introduction of additional pieces. The neckline was rounded, but by around 1340 it began to deepen and widen. A narrow belt was worn around the hips with it.
(6) Something Anne Rice said. Sounded hot... used it in different way. lol