On the Run - part 6
by KatiKat
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It was the rumbling of his own empty stomach that woke Heero up. He lifted his
head and through sleepy eyes, he looked towards the window. The cold
winter sun was peeking through the heavy shutters. It must have been already past
midday.
He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at the sleeping Duo, curled up
on his side with Heero spooned closely behind him. The Enforcer lifted
his hand and gently he touched the dry tear tracks on his mateīs face. He frowned.
He didnīt like it when Duo cried. He wanted to see the braided young man as
happy as he had been when they were carefree children.
Heeroīs hand moved lower, his fingers touching the lifebearerīs rosy lips. There
was a gentle smile on them that was in contradiction to the salty paths
his tears left behind on his cheeks. The shorthaired boy traced the contours of
his mateīs lips and they parted slightly under his gentle ministrations. He now
felt Duoīs warm breath on his fingertips.
He remembered clearly the first time he felt the desire to kiss the longhaired
young man. It had been before Duo forgot all about him, before his heart broke
to pieces. They were sitting on the river bank, keeping silent and watching the
clouds move in the blue sky. He remembered looking to the side at the angelic
face with large excited eyes, and thinking "now or never". But before
he could do more than just lean over, they were attacked by the beast that
destroyed all his hopes and parted him from his best friend for years to come.
And now he had Duo back, in his arms, in his bed. Bonded to him before the people.
But the bond was false, built on a lie he constructed to save the
broken, beaten lifebearerīs life. He didnīt regret claiming Wufeiīs child as his
own. It didnīt matter who the childīs Sire had been... and had the baby survived
he would have made sure that it wouldnīt lack for anything. But the child was
gone... and Duo truly returned to him, loved him... Pain and delight came hand
in hand.
Duo mumbled something in his sleep and wriggled a bit closer to his mate. Heero
groaned silently and had to force down the sudden assault of desire
that came with the longhaired man pressing his slender frame closer to his. He
had never had a lover. Not one. Not that he lacked any offers. The Enforcer was
a figure of power, only second to the chieftain - a good party for a mate.
Others - Bearers and Sires - saw just the thrill of danger... But he simply
couldnīt do it. He had been in love with Duo for years and years, almost his
whole life and he couldnīt simply imagine anyone else in his bed or his arms.
And so he waited, nursing the spark of hope that maybe, just maybe... Until the
day when he watched Wufei make love to Duo in the clearing in the woods he had
to protect. He stood in the shadows of a large tree, watching the blackhaired
man undress Duo and take his virginity. It broke his heart anew, another hope
crushed. And even though it pained him, he watched them every time, imagining
himself in Wufeiīs place... He decided never to tell Duo. Even though he didnīt
like Wufei, these were very private experiences, not suited for public knowledge
of any sort.
Heero caressed Duoīs cheek again. Being this close to his mate made a flame of
desire lick his insides and he wanted nothing more than to truly claim
Duo as his... But now was not the right time. Howard was still after them, the
lifebearer was recuperating from a serious illness and their future was still more
than uncertain.
Before Heeroīs thoughts could move further, his empty stomach rebelled again.
The Enforcer couldnīt actually remember when the last time he ate
something was. So, first things first. He slowly extracted himself from the sleeping
braided man, sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He
pulled his boots on, got up and made sure that Duo was covered properly. Shinigami
padding after him, Heero headed for the door and giving the
slumbering lifebearer one last glance, the man and dog slipped out of the room.
On the corridor, he moved to the door of the neighbours' room and rapping silently,
he opened it and peeked inside. Sitting by the wooden cradle they
managed to find in the village, Trowa lifted his head up and waved at Heero to
come in. The Enforcer stepped in, his dog following him.
Giving the sleeping blond lifebearer on the bed a careful glance, Heero whispered.
"Do you need anything? Maybe something to eat?"
"No, Iīm fine," Trowa answered, rocking the cradle gently. "I
ate with Treize not so long ago. How is Duo?"
"Sleeping." Heero stepped closer to the cradle and looked inside.
Among white, fresh smelling sheets a tiny child lay on his back, the nipple of
his
almost empty bottle still in his little mouth even though he was deep asleep.
"Is he okay?" the Enforcer asked in concern, remembering the shouts of
pain coming from the room.
"Thatīs what I would like to know, too." The tired, sleepy voice sounded
from the bed behind their back.
Both men turned around to see the blond man rubbing his eyes with the heels of
his hands. Then with a pained groan, he propped himself on his
elbows and looked at them questioningly.
"How is my son?"
Trowa gave the blond man a small smile. "He is just fine. Sleeping
soundly. He was pretty hungry before, but luckily when the village heard about
your
baby being born, they brought some fresh milk. We should let him sleep, Your
Highness." The healer didnīt forget to add the proper title to his answer.
After all, even though he knew this manīs body pretty intimately, he didnīt
know anything about him as a person.
Milliardo lifted his eyebrows and smirked. "I think you can call me Mil.
No need to bother with formalities from a man who knelt between my spread legs."
Heero swallowed a smile when he saw Trowa, the fearless healer, blush. To cover
his embarassment, Trowa cleared his throat, got up and helped
Milliardo sit up. Then he pushed two pillows behind his back and let him lean
back into them. This allowed him to relax the strained muscles in his abdomen.
"So," the blond man began as his eyes swept from the healer to Heero
and back. "If I remember right, then youīre Trowa." Said man nodded.
Then Mil
pointed his finger at the Enforcer. "But I donīt think I met you
before."
"Oh, you did. But at that time you were rather... busy," Heero
answered with a straight face.
"Oh," was Milīs reply as he went bright red. Realizing how many
people witnessed his giving birth was starting to make him feel embarassed.
"This is Heero. He is my friend," Trowa introduced him, ignoring the Enforcerīs
glare.
Milliardo frowned. "I think there was another man... a long haired one... Tosten...
he pushed him and..." The blond man looked at Trowa. "Is he alright?
He seemed hurt."
"Yes, he is okay," Heero answered instead of the healer, not wanting
him to say Duoīs name aloud. They were still being hunted after all. It was
likely that Howard didnīt know his and Trowaīs names, but Duoīs name was
something different.
Noticing the silent exchange of stares between the two men, Mil decided to change
the subject. "My son... is he a Bearer or a Sire?" he asked to break
the tension.
Trowa looked at him, surprised. "That wonīt be known until he reaches
puberty. You didnīt know?" The healer seemed shocked at the common
knowledge among the people.
Mil blushed deeply and looked away. "I... that is..." He fell silent,
not meeting the manīs eyes.
Trowa frowned. He sensed a secret of some sort. "During puberty, the Sires
get more muscled and their body hair starts to grow, too. Bearers are leaner
and have no body hair at all." When Mil squirmed in the bed, the healerīs eyes
narrowed, then grew large as he realized something. "Body hair... youīre a
lifebearer, but you do have body hair. How is it possible?"
The blond man squirmed again and blushed even more deeply. He knew about which
body hair Trowa spoke. "I... well..." He sighed in resignation, his
blush receding. He looked at the two men. "Can you swear that this will stay
among us?" he asked, a deep, serious tone in his voice.
Trowa and Heero looked at each other. They knew everything about having secrets.
The men nodded.
"You see... My mother was Other," he explained silently.
The healer and the Enforcer blinked in surprise. Others, Other People... a nation
living on a continent behind the great ocean. A nation with no lifebearers but
men and women as they called the persons bearing children. Others called
themselves "humans", denying the same status to Sires and lifebearers,
regarding them as lesser creatures, abominations, misfits of nature, just like
the people of the OZ empire thought the same about the Others. There was a
permanent state of war between the two nations that both called themselves
humans, the border running through the middle of the great ocean unbreachable
under the punishment of long and painful death.
"How...?" Trowa asked, confusion vibrating through his voice.
"Mother was Sireīs prisoner of war, more like a slave than a mate who
hated her master more than life. She bore him two children, me and my sister
Relena. A son was the price for letting her go. She gave me up gladly, took her
daughter and left." That was when Mil blushed again. "I... I didnīt
know I was a lifebearer. I grew body hair, though not a beard." He threw a
quick glance at the short dark stubble on Heeroīs chin. "I didnīt bleed at
all. But then... then I got pregnant with Treizeīs child."
Trowa wanted to ask more. The curiosity of a healer became aroused. No one had ever
met a half-blood. But the pain in Milīs voice told him that there was another
painful story behind it, so he decided to let it go. At least for now.
Milliardo sighed and looked Trowa in the eyes. "You must understand. Iīm telling
you this only because I donīt know how my origin can affect my
child. If it ever came out..." There was a tone of dread in his voice.
Half-blood... abomination... the punishment for cross-breeding was death.
"We wonīt tell anybody. I swear," Heero said quietly.
Mil looked at him. Seeing the seriousness in his eyes, the blond man nodded too.
"I donīt know what effect your blood could have. The boy looks normal and behaves
like a normal OZ child should," Trowa said. "But you should watch
him closely during his childhood and especially puberty. It would be better to
save him the troubles you went through."
The lifebearer nodded. "Could you tell me more specifically what I should look
out for?"
Before Trowa could speak, Heero jumped in. This discussion wasnīt relevant to
him and his stomach was still empty and growling. "I will go find
something to eat now, okay?" Then he turned around, slapped his leg to get
Shinigami who was watching the cradle with curious eyes. But before he opened
the door, he spoke, not turning around. "The longhaired lifebearer is my
mate and his name is Duo." A secret for a secret. Even though the blond
man didnīt understand its importance.
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"But Father..." the young man protested.
Warrick hissed in anger. "You must go. I fear that the black beast got
your brother. If itīs true, then I will make them pay dearly!" he spat
out, face red with fury. "Your brother was an idiot, but he was my son. We
need to bring Howard here immediately. I donīt know how long theyīll stay. I
heard that the Count let the smith repair the sleigh and since it wasnīt broken
that badly, they could leave in a couple of hours if need be."
The son shuffled his feet and rubbed his nose, looking at his father with uncertainty
in his eyes. "But what should I...?"
"Howard should be in Dartmoore right now. The blizzard is over so you can take
the horse. Itīll take you two hours at the most. Bring him here. Iīll
get my money for the Countīs mate and for Howardīs boy toy and my revenge, too!"
Warrickīs eyes glazed over with hate. Seeing his son still hesitating,
Warrick pushed him hard. "Go. Now!"
The son dragged himself to the door with hesitation, stopping and looking at his
father now and again. He didnīt like the whole situation one bit. There
was the Countīs personal guard gathered in their inn after all. But seeing that
Warrick wouldnīt relent, the young man sighed with resignation and reached for
the door knob.
But before he could open the door, a painful scream forced its way through his
throat as a sharp hunting knife tore through his left shoulder and pinned him
to the wooden door.
TBC
PS: You donīt have to worry. Relena and the
Others (male or female) wonīt appear in this fic. For every pairing in this
fic, I thought up some background and this was needed to set all things up for writing
a story about Mil and Treize. I promise to write another sequel, two or three.
I have more plans for our characters :)