Lightening the Shadows

Warnings: Dark!!!, lemons, semi-bastardized Duo, owies and stuff

A/N: this is it. the final part to the final chapter. there will be no epilogue, no afterward, though there may be a side fic about quatre, trowa, and heero. maybe. depends on popular consensus. it has been a labor of love and hate, happiness and tears. i hope you loved it as much as i did. til the next fic!!

Also, I’d like to thank all the ppl who read and reviewed this fic. You are the ones who kept me going and gave me wonderful ideas. Thank you thank you thank you!!!

special thanks goes out to Falcon-chan for betaing most of these for me!!!

Part Fifteen-b

Wufei stared dumbfounded at his master. Duo was making him go? Why? “B-but, master, I…”

Duo’s violet eyes were hard as flint and his voice was cold when he answered, “No, Wufei. I am your master no longer. I am, however, your king. You will go with Zechs and Treize tomorrow.” Shinigami turned and walked from the stable while Wufei and his father were still stunned into immobile silence.

When Duo disappeared from Nataku’s stall, Wufei was stunned. It took a sharp nosing and a desperate *Go after him bonded!* from his Shadow Steed to force him into motion. He ran for the door and rounded the corner just as Duo reached the stable door.

“No!”

Duo froze with his hand clenched on the handle. “You dare to defy me, my Shadow?” Duo’s tone was arctic.

The dark haired boy gulped but refused to back down. “Yes! I’m not leaving here. I’m not leaving you!”

Duo turned slowly. Amethyst burned in a pale face and dark power swirled with the force of his anger. Anger that was totally out of proportion and all of it was directed toward the fragile form of the ex-pleasure slave. “You’re not leaving?” His voice was quiet and carefully controlled. “You will go where I command. You will kill when I order. Your very life depends on my good graces and now you dare to defy me?!” Duo paced closer to his nearly cowering Shadow Lord with every softly uttered word. “I seek nothing more to protect you from what I will become and you defy me. You want to leave and I tell you that you may go and you fight my decision.” He backed Wufei against the stable wall. “I rape you AND YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME?”

The Chinese boy trembled and fought the instinctive desire to run. The last sentence, though, caught his attention. “Rape?” Wufei pulled slightly away from the wall. “You didn’t rape me Duo. I wanted you to take me.” He wrapped slim copper arms around his lord. “I wanted you.”

Duo pulled away from Wufei, pushing him back at the same time. His eyes blazed. “I raped you!” he growled.

Wufei stepped again away from the dubious support of the stable wall. His own eyes were bright with his power as he stalked his retreating master. Angrily he grabbed Shinigami’s treasured braid in an effort to stop him from leaving. “You didn’t rape me!” He insisted. “I wanted you to fuck me, damn it!”

Duo’s face was stony and he slowly, slowly turned back to Wufei. “I didn’t rape you?” He asked when he faced the boy clinging to his rope of hair. Those eyes flickered from amethyst to black. “Perhaps you need a repeat performance to refresh your memory.” He seized Wufei’s arms and pulled him into a bruising embrace.

“Stop!”

Duo snarled and glared with obsidian eyes at Zechs. “Stay out of this Zechs. Don’t interfere in things that are not your concern.”

Zechs wanted nothing more than to free his lord’s wrath, but Wufei was his son and he would not lose him again. With false bravery he stepped closer. “I will not let you rape my son, Duo.”

Shinigami laughed and Zechs could hear his own death in the sound. The blonde gasped. This was not Duo, this was the true Shinigami.

Those black eyes blazed. “That’s right, my Shadow. I have become what I was always meant to be. And now it is time to pay for your insubordination. I name thee, Milliardo Julian Peacecraft, and retract the gifts given to thee at thy birth. Become now what you were always meant to be.”

Black power swirled and shot out toward Zechs. The man was thrown backward with the impact and there was the sickening crack of something being broken on contact. For a single breathless instant Zechs was hidden from view by the shadows and then he was dropped, like a lifeless doll to the floor of the stable. Something was different, however. He was lacking something that he had once had.

Wufei gasped. “He-he’s human!” The boy made to go to his father but Shinigami refused to release his grip on Wufei’s arms. Wufei struggled against his captor and he screamed, “How could you do that to him? He spent his life serving and loving you and you torture him! How could you?”

A slight smirk drifted over Shinigami’s perfect features. “I am the God of Death. It is for me to do as I see fit. Come now little Shadow, you will replace the one I lost.” He pulled Wufei closer to him and pressed hard kisses to his tender lips.

Wufei could feel the skin on his lips part under the brutal pressure of his master’s mouth. Despite the pain and his own mixed feelings at that moment, Wufei felt himself becoming aroused by the attention. He moaned and opened his mouth, giving himself up willingly to the man that he loved with every fiber of his being. And he knew now that he did love Duo.

Harsh fingers ripped open his clothing and the boy moaned. Bruising hands drifted over his skin followed by sharp teeth that drew blood. Shinigami, instead of whispering sweet nothings in his ear, gutturally moaned phrases of furious passion. The longhaired God roughly pushed Wufei’s knees apart, and, without warning pushed his erection deep into Wufei’s unprepared body. Pain knifed through the small form and he screamed.

“Yes…” Shinigami hissed. “Sing for me shadow. Tell me how much you want it.” The next thrust brushed Wufei’s prostate and he did indeed cry out again, begging for more of the bitter pleasure.

For a while nothing more than animalistic grunts and half-pained moans filled the stable. The slap of flesh on flesh and a few whispered commands echoed from the walls in a gruesome mockery of an act of love. But when Shinigami’s continuous pushing against the other’s sweet spot finally pushed him over the edge, Wufei’s cry of “Ai shiteru!” sent the long haired boy into his own climax.

The burst of power was immediate and substantial. Darkness flowed like water between the onyx-eyed youth and the lust maddened Shinigami. For an instant they were obscured in the shadows that had so short a time ago concealed Zechs then it dissipated in a flash of blinding light. A weaker spark arched over to the prone and still unconscious blond, restoring what Shinigami’s temporary madness had taken from him.FinaFinally the ritual was completed. The two fell into a contented slumber. They curled around each other for warmth so that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. The beating of two hearts matched, their breathing synchronized. Every part of Duo and Wufei that made them one single person mingled with the other so that where there were once two there was now only one perfectly balanced entity.

Duo woke in something of a daze. He was startled to see a naked Wufei next to him, covered in his own blood and more of the sticky red liquid trailing down his thighs. One long fingered hand went to his mouth, hoping to still the spasming of his stomach. “W-wufei? What happened?”

Onyx lashes lifted to reveal dreamy black orbs. “Ai shiteru, Duo. Go back to sleep.”

The auburn haired boy blinked. His eyes softened and he smiled gently. “I love you too, my Light.” He gathered the boy close to him and drifted back off into restful slumber, knowing that, even though there would be repercussions of the day’s events, he, and his kingdom, were safe from Shinigami’s curse.

*****

Heero’s neck arched when Trowa buried himself to the hilt in the Japanese boy’s willing body. Each advance and retreat of his lover inside him was like another coal on the wildfire of his desire. Two muscled bodies strained toward each other and the boys moaned. Heero breathed a plea for more and was instantly obliged. It wasn’t long until he lost his tenuous control of his body.

Heero’s muscles corded and he froze in perfect pleasure. The force of his sheath’s rhythmic clenching over Trowa’s still throbbing erection forced the brown-haired boy into his own release and Heero screamed with every scalding jet of pearly seed that pulsed over his sweet spot. Trowa’s head was back, throwing brown hair back out of tightly closed emerald eyes. After breathless moments the two collapsed in sated lethargy, the only movement in them the frantic heaving of their chests, lungs desperately trying to pull in enough air to recover. Finally Trowa was able to speak.

“I told you that Wufei was the one who would pull Duo back from the edge.”

Heero grunted. “So you did. It was a close call though. What do you think would have happened if he had really left with Zechs?”

Trowa shuddered. “He would have gone after him, and by that time there was no way that Wufei’s love could have pulled him back from the darkness. Do you think that Zechs will recover, by the way?”

Heero nodded. “Quatre and Treize are with him. It will take him a long while to completely recover from being stripped of his powers but with those two helping him, and being able to convalesce here at the palace, it will not take as long as it ordinarily would have.”

The brunette nodded. “You’re right. And this will give Wufei a chance to know his father. I’m just happy we don’t have to go through this again for a while.”

“Not until the next heir comes of age.”

Trowa shuddered. “Five thousand years is not long enough.”

Heero laughed and snuggled next to his taller lover. “I agree, love. Now get some sleep. We’ll have to go save Quatre from Wufei and Duo soon.”

Trowa gathered the Japanese Shadow Lord in his arms and pulled him close. “Ai shiteru, Heero.” he whispered.

The dark haired boy burrowed closer. “I love you too, Trowa.”

~~owari~~