Wings and Tears: Part Twelve

 

            “But you can’t honestly expect me to believe that story, Heero.”

            “I do and you must.”

            “You have no idea what this angel is capable of.” Duo stated, trying his best to persuade her.

            “Angels?…honestly…”

            Solo sighed and stepped back. He closed his eyes and his wings slowly tore themselves from his back. Une started at him horrified, but was also pasted to her spot.

            “Years ago my grandfather came to Earth and you saw his white wings, now you are gazing at my red ones. Listen to me, please. If you wish to protect your mortal leaders you will cancel this conference.”

            Une looked at Solo, and then moved to look at Heero, then Duo. She slowly glanced from Solo’s father to look at Quatre and Trowa. Une noticed they were connected by their hands.

            “What do you think, Quatre?” Une asked him.

            “Me?” asked Quatre looking up at her, stunned.

            “Lucrezia told me of you, she said your advice was worth taking, what do you think?”

            “I think you should listen to them.”

            Une nodded, pressed a button on the phone sitting on her desk. “Peacecrafts, Poe, I could use you three in here.” She looked at Solo after she let go of the button. “Keep your wings out, it will make explanation easier.” Solo nodded and turned when the door opened. Millardo and Lucrezia were the first to come in, side by side, husband and wife, followed closely by Sally. All three paused with surprise at Solo’s wings and waited for an explanation.

 

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            Michael slowly moved himself up, crawling up Luc’s body, to kiss his husband.  Luc tasted himself in Michael’s kiss and giggled, destroying the embrace of their mouths.

            “What?” Michael asked, perplexed.

            “You’re bathrobe is tickling me.” Luc sighed.

            “Oh really?” Michael asked, teasing. He shifted himself and Luc gasped at the tickling feeling and the shock wave of pleasure that radiated from between his legs.

            “Don’t do that.” Luc protested weakly and yawned.

            “You sleepy?”

            “Well let’s review today’s activities shall we?” Luc began in joke.

            “What? I’ve only made you climax…” he thought, “How many times?”

            Luc closed his eyes and titled his head into the pillow beneath his head, “I lost count after five.” He sighed and put his arms around Michael. Michael rested on his pale thin and naked chest, careful not to put too much weight on his seemingly breakable body. “What about you?” Luc asked, eyes fluttering open. Michael titled his head back to look Luc in the face. Luc looked back, concerned, at his husband.

            “This isn’t about me, Luc.”

            “Yes it is.” Luc whispered.

            Michael slowly got up from his intoxicating arms. He stood to look at the boy-like angel. He looked over the long graceful body. The warm bathrobe and still around his arms, the rest was open and under him. Plastered to the bed by their heat and sweat, it looked wrinkled. Michael sighed, “Luc, please…just let me pleasure you, don’t worry about me.”

            “But...you’re not my pleasure slave Michael, you’re my husband.” The sentence visibly affected Michael. He turned his back on Luc and put his knuckles into his mouth, holding back tears. He was startled when Luc’s hands touched his shoulders. Luc had not only gotten off the bed but had wrapped the bathrobe around himself again. Michael didn’t turn to face him and Luc’s chin rested on Michael’s strong shoulder. “I’m sorry,” the fallen angel whispered into Michael’s ear. Michael’s tears disappeared as he blinked a few times.

            “No, no. I’m sorry.” He turned and gathered Luc into his muscular arms. He kissed Luc’s blonde hair. “I want you Luc, I really do. I just…just…” don’t want to hurt you.

            Luc laughed, “Is that all my love? You’re afraid that you’ll hurt me if you make love to me?”

            Michael nodded, “Even you can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt.”

            “It does, at first. But you make it better, you always have.”

            “But I don’t even want to hurt you for that moment, Luc!”

            “But I want you inside of me,” he took Michael’s face into his hands, looked deeply into his blue eyes, “I want you to make love to me.”

            A voice cleared itself by the doorway. The male lovers turned to see the Spirit standing by the doorway.

            “Are you bored, Spirit?” Michael asked.

            “No. We thought you would like to know that Solo is running your plans.”

            “What?!” Michael demanded. He broke from Luc’s embrace.

            The Spirit raised an eyebrow. “Just what we said, Solo is convincing the Preventer forces to end the Conference.”

            Michael quickly left the room.

 

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            Une looked up from the story, “You don’t understand, we cannot cancel the Conference.”

            “But…” Solo began.

            “No, she’s right.” Millardo spoke up. “It takes too much explaining and what do we say? ‘The Archangel Michael might attack’? That doesn’t boil over too well with democrats.”

            “Even a leader as stubborn as your sister could use sense in protecting her life!” Duo stated hastily.

            The air in the room became instantly heated. Millardo glared at Duo.

            “Relena would do what is best and that is to carry on the Conference! Unlike some people in this room she’ll stick to her duties!”

            “Millardo,” Lucrezia soothed her husband with a touch. The rumor was that when Heero left Relena’s personal guard to live with Duo, the ex-Queen cried for days. Whenever even her name was brought up with Heero or Duo around Millardo would flame up. Solo picked up the images of Relena, twisted with grief, from Millardo’s mind. To Millardo, Duo’s words were a personal attack on his sister. Heero’s eyes averted to the ground a moment before looking back at his old opponent.

            “So then, Millardo, you are saying the Conference continues?” Heero used his old monotone voice. He also pronounced Millardo’s name elegantly.

            “Yes Heero, it will continue.” Millardo matched his tone and careful pronunciation.

            Heero turned to look at Une. She nodded.

            “But you can’t!” Quatre protested, “That puts all of our leaders at risk!”

            “You are expected to attend as well Quatre.” Quatre was considered a Leader in economics and as the Winner-Barton Head of Estate.

            “No! I will not! I will not have Trowa explaining to our daughter why her Daddy is not coming home. She has already suffered from Michael’s wrath.” Quatre was shaken by the past and scared that a massacre was in the very near future. He could feel the loss throbbing in his head, as if time itself was looking back to morn those lost. “This is madness!” Quatre said.

            “And this story isn’t? Duo, an angel? This kid, his son? Get out you old war heroes. We have no use for you’re fairy tells.” Millardo said angrily.

            “But--” Solo began. He had slipped his wings into their hiding place at Sally’s request. He paused and shivered.

            “Solo?” Duo asked.

            “Let’s go. Let’s just go.” He led the way out of the room.

            “What is it?” Quatre asked, catching up with him and sensing his distress.

            “It was Michael. He’s influencing their minds.”

            “So then he really does plan on killing all of the people at the conference?” Quatre’s voice was full of sorrow.

            “He’s defiantly planning something. Oh God, Great Father, what is you’re son doing?” Solo prayed quietly under his breath.

 

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            Michael came back into his room to find Luc sleeping on the bed. Quietly he smiled to himself and carefully lay next to his husband’s sleeping form.

            “We have figured it out,” the Spirit said in its eerie voice.

            “What?” Michael asked quietly, his eyes remained on Luc’s face.

            “It’s Lucifer. You are kind to us now because we brought back Lucifer and you are grateful. And besides that, you are not hateful by Nature. You merely had a task in mind and that was getting your husband back. The husband you have wronged. However, we have no doubt you wouldn’t have carried out your threat.”

            Michael nodded, “I suppose that might be it.” He paused, “I’ve figured you out as well, why you use ‘we’ instead of ‘me’.”

            “Really?”

            “It is because you are infused with Wufei. You are not sentient, but he is. You rely on that conscious and as a result you are unable to separate the Spirit and the Human. Wufei thought on his own, that is why when you refer to things in the past you say ‘Wufei’. But you, you have to be with him in order to think.”

            “I suppose that might be it.” The Spirit reverberated Michael’s words.

            Michael laughed softly and nuzzled his face in Luc’s shoulder and closed his eyes. That was the end of this conversation.

 

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            The night sky showed the tiny pinpricks of the stars. Solo leaned on the balcony railing and watched the road. Heero stepped out from the open door behind the young angel.

            “There you are Solo.” Heero said and walked to the boy.

            “Where are they?” Solo asked, searching the road for the car that was carrying Quatre and his father.

            “They’ll be back soon enough.” Quatre and Duo had taken Hanna to a safe house where the Maquancs would watch after her. Trowa had disappeared into his room after they left. No one needed to look hard to see that Michael’s visit with them had torn open long ago forgotten scars.

            Solo stared into the night, all he felt was the longing for his parent. Things had happened to quickly. He had met his father, felt his mother die, and seen his crush promise mass destruction in too short of a time. Before he could stop himself tears started to pour from his eyes. Heero reached out to hold the young angel. Solo turned and fell into Heero’s chest, sobbing. “I just want my father. Where’s my father?”

            Heero bit his lower lips sighed, and then whispered softly, “I’m right here.” He was surprised by how bold that statement was. His mind screamed, please little one, accept me. Solo could read it and looked up at Heero’s eyes, not the cold blue they had been during the wars, but warm and pleading. Solo nodded and pulled himself deeper into Heero’s embrace. They clung to each other as only a parent and child cling to each other. Then they both knew. Heero was no longer the special human Solo’s father had fallen in love with, but Solo’s step-father. His second father. Heero accepted the responsibility gladly.