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Due South - part 12
by KatiKat
"Slash! Parry! Turn and parry! Turn and kick out! Too late!" Heero
shouted as he swept Duoīs legs from underneath him. The long-haired lifebearer
hit the deck with a dull thump, the air leaving his lungs with a loud
"woosh" and the silver knives falling from his numb fingers.
For a couple of long moments Duo lay there, looking up at the light blue sky.
Yesterday, his frustration turned to annoyance and today it was taking a
nose-dive into anger. It had been five days since they sailed out of the harbor
and since then Heero kept pushing and pushing, forcing him to practice his
meager fighting skills. But instead of Heero taking it slow with him, Duo spent
most of the time on his back, staring up at the sky above. And he had just had
enough!
Realizing that Duo was not getting up, Heero stepped closer to him, letting his
guard down in concern. Using this opportunity, Duo straightened his legs,
hooked his feet behind Heeroīs ankles and pulled sharply. With a loud yell of
surprise, the Enforcer flapped his arms like wings but lost his balance anyway
and landed hard on his butt. Duo then scrambled to his feet and pounced.
*-*-*-*-*
Treize and Trowa exploded in laughter as Heero dropped to the ground, a shocked
expression on his face. Snickering and with an amused look, they watched as Duo
landed on top of his mate and proceeded to kiss him sensless. The Sire released
the grip on his knives involuntarily and closed his arms around the light
lifebearer, closing his eyes and moaning as Duo explored his mouth thoroughly.
"Well, thatīs a tactic to be used against the enemy. Shame on me that I
never thought about it," Treize called down from the upper deck where he
and the healer were leaning against the railing and watching the soldiers below
them practice their sword skills.
"Hey, you two!" Rufus shouted, approaching the pair that was one step
short from having sex right then and there. Noticing that all the other
soldiers stopped their exercises and were watching the two newly bonded ones
with amusement and not a little bit of envy, the tall captain of the Countīs
guard turned around and snapped: "Eager to scrub the deck or what?"
Threatened with the worst and most humiliating punishment a soldier could
receive at sea, the men threw themselves into practice again.
Eyeing with dismay the two young men still locked in a passionate kiss, Rufus
threw his arms up in frustration and stepped closer to where Treize and Trowa
were standing above him. "Whatīs wrong with Duo these days?" he asked
with despair. "He has been acting like a horny teenager ever since we
boarded the ship! Their sexual escapades are ruining my mens' concentration!"
It was the truth. Since the ship left the harbor of El-One, it seemed like Duo
couldn't get enough of the bonded sex and had been seducing Heero into sexual
adventures on every occasion possible. And slowly his state of constant arousal
was affecting the crew of the ship. Even the shipīs captain complained about
his men finding the couple in compromising situations on more occasions than
they were comfortable with.
Trowa smiled and propped himself on his elbows against the railing, looking
down at the obviously frustrated man. "The explanation is very
simple." Then he lowered his voice. "Duoīs time of the month is
coming closer."
"Huh?" asked the bearded man and stepped closer. "What did you
say? I canīt hear you."
Treize hid his smirk behind his hand and leaned with his hip against the
railing, his eyes jumping from the captain of his personal guard to the two
young lovers that were now trying to tear the clothes from each otherīs bodies.
"Duoīs time of the month," Trowa repeated loudly this time, but when
Rufus still stared at him with a blank expression on his face, he said aloud:
"His monthly bleeding!"
Rufus blinked, then the meaning of the healerīs words dawned on him, and he
blushed a deep color of red.
"Oh," he managed to answer, then shifted from one leg to another and
threw a sideways glance at Heero and Duo. "And he is... was he always
this... horny? During his... time... you know?"
This time Trowa couldnīt help it but grinned openly, amused by the big manīs
embarassment. Sires usually didnīt enjoy talking about the private matters of
lifebearers. "Well, from what Heero told me, the last time he was so
grumpy that it was a pain to be around him."
"Well, this isnīt any better," Rufus mumbled, then sighed deeply and
stepped closer to the pair that was now kneeling on the wooden deck, untying
the laces on each otherīs tunics. He laid one hand on Duoīs shoulder, the other
on Heeroīs and shook them. "Hey, you two! Find yourself a bed!" he
barked at them. then stepped back as Duo threw him a heated glare and actually
growled.
Heero blinked as if waking up from an afternoon nap and looked around,
confused. Then his eyes rested on Duo and another wave of molten lava entered
his eyes. "Bed. Now," he stuttered, jumping to his feet and lifting
Duo with him. He then proceeded to drag the dazed lifebearer after him until
they disappeared below deck.
When the door closed after them, Rufus sighed in relief and returned to the
practicing.
*-*-*-*-*
"Whatīs wrong with Heero?" Treize asked, watching the newly bonded
pair disappear through the door leading below. "I would have never thought
he was so... passionate."
Trowa smiled, turned around and leaned against the railing. He crossed his arms
over his chest. "I think itīs Duoīs state thatīs affecting him so much.
You see, the closer the lifebearers come to their monthly period, the more
fertile they are. That causes them to release a strong fragrance thatīs
affecting their lovers. Something similar occurs when animals are in
heat."
"That explains it." Treize snickered.
The healer nodded, a similar smirk on his face. But then he cleared his throat.
"But you were saying...?"
"Oh, yes," the Count answered, leaning against the railing next to
Trowa. "Chancellor Winner has thirty children - the last I heard."
Trowa raised his eyebrows. "Thatīs a lot. He must be a very virile man.
But Iīm feeling sorry for his mate."
Treize grinned. "Actually, he has or I should probably say had four mates.
At once. Although he lives in the Empire and claims to be an Ozzie, in some
ways he follows the traditions of his ancestors from the Great Desert. Polygamy
is a common thing among the desert clans. Twenty-nine of these children are
Sires, the youngest one - I think his name is Quatre - is a Bearer.
Unfortunately, Chancellor Winner is not as good a Sire as he is a politician.
He uses his children as tokens in his political games. He bonded them to the
important houses of the Empire, creating a net of allies even the Emperor has
to admire."
Trowa frowned. "But how did his son become the leader of rebels in the
desert then? Did Chancellor Winner bond him to one of the clans?"
The Count sighed. "Yes. Irien has always despised his Sireīs ways, and so
he welcomed it when the Chancellor sent him to the desert. He managed to unite
the clans, but instead of following his Sireīs orders and succumbing to the
Empire, he started a rebellion to liberate the desert people. They had a big
fall-out with the Chancellor. The rumor says that he even kidnapped his
youngest brother Quatre once and escaped with him into the desert. But itīs
just a rumor..."
The healer turned toward the Count. "And? Does he have the chance to
succeed?"
Treize smirked. "Well, he did force the Emperor and me to run back to the
City and obey his demands." His voice was full of irony and sarcasm.
"But you seem to like him. The desert prince, I mean."
Treize laughed. "Well, at first we stood on different sides. We fought
against each other for months and neither of us seemed to be winning. But then
he saved Milīs life and everything was different." The Countīs voice
softened. "He managed to open my eyes. Without him, I might have never had
the chance to make everything right with Mil."
Trowa watched the aristocrat for a moment, sensing the change in the other
manīs mood. Treize was looking far into the distance, his eyes unfocused as if
he was seeing things long gone. But before the healer could ask if he was
alright, a shout sounded from the crowīs nest.
"Ship on the horizon!"
The shipīs captain looked up. "What ship?"
There was a moment of silence, then... "Captain! Pirates! Itīs a pirate
ship!" cried the sailor in the crowīs nest, his voice strained.
A hush ran through the mass of people on the deck. The shipīs captain ran up
the short stairs onto the afterdeck and pulled out the looking glass. Treize
and Trowa stepped closer to him. The day was clear and sunny so it was no
problem to see at a great distance.
"Captain?" Treize addressed the man as the captainīs posture
stiffened and his face grew pale.
"Itīs the Revenge," he whispered.
Treize snatched the looking glass from the other manīs hands and pointed it in
the direction of the fast approaching ship. Black hull, black sails... There
was no mistake. It really was the Revenge.
Trowa frowned. "Treize? Whatīs going on?" he asked, confused. From
what he heard from the sailors, it was nothing unusual to meet pirates at sea
these days. He didnīt understand what was happening.
The Count lowered the looking glass, his eyes still fixed on the horizon where
the black point was growing larger at an amazing speed. "The Revenge is
the fastest ship ever built." Finally, he managed to tear his eyes away
from the frightening image and turned to the healer. "Not even
Peacemillion can escape it, at least not in its current state."
Trowa could feel coldness creep into his limbs. "Are you saying
that..."
Treize nodded. "We will have to fight."
TBC