The Seventh Gate

A/N: After much thought, consideration and fighting with my muse I have decided to hold off on the promised lemon and switch it to a heavy lime. This fic also has taken on a mind of its own and I just couldn’t stick a lemon in here in good conscience. The reason why will become clear soon.
To Falcon: Wufei is exactly what he appears to be. A fully human necromancer. However, why exactly could he break that seal? After all it was designed by gods to be unbreakable…


Part Three

(set one week after the end of the last chapter)

Duo watched Wufei as he slept. The golden-skinned one tossed and turned and his blankets were twisted around him, baring most of his chest and one slim thigh and hip. Duo felt his mouth go dry at the vision before him. Desire invaded his mind and the need for the necromancer burned through him like wildfire. *I can’t take him yet. Just one more week and he’s mine.* Violet gleamed once more in the shadows.

As the desire Shinigami felt grew it invaded the troubled dreams of the young necromancer. The images that intruded into his subconscious shifted from the frightening depths of impenetrable shadows that held unseen demons changed to a state of half-light and the form of Shinigami himself.

Wufei felt those slim pale hands glide over the sweat dampened skin of his firm chest. Sharp nails grazed lightly across his skin and fingers brushed over his dark nipples, teasing them erect. When the God of Death had them pebbled to his satisfaction, he tweaked them sharply, causing Wufei to moan and arch upward in a combination of pleasure and pain.

Duo looked down at the sleeping beauty writhing beneath his hands. He couldn’t deny himself the chance to touch the one who had released him from his prison. Wufei was stunning in his passion, be he asleep or no. Caramel flesh quivered under his practiced touch and each breathy sound the boy uttered was like another wind to fan the flames of his need. Unable to stop himself, he leaned down and laved a tongue over the sleeping boy’s nipple.

Wufei arched again and cried out. The high tortured sound shot straight to the seducing Shinigami’s pulsing arousal. He growled deep in his throat and his hands delved beneath the half concealing blankets to reach his prize.

The Chinese bishounen screamed at the contact. The center of his aching need throbbed and his hips lifted of their own accord to push him deeper into the confines of Duo’s hand. That tight grip felt so real and ooooh so good. Unwittingly he whispered that exact phrase along with a strangled “don’t stop, Duo. Onegai… don’t stop.”

Thick shadowy lashes lifted to reveal passion glazed pools of lust which stared straight into the very real burning eyes of Shinigami. Too lost in the haze of his need to register the transition between dream and reality, Wufei continued to arch his hips up into that tight grip. The smooth skin holding his member tightly captive was driving him swiftly over the edge.

The other hand, which had until now been stroking along every bare inch of skin that it could reach, lifted to his mouth. “Suck.” Duo commanded gutturally.

Full lips parted and those talented fingers were sucked deep into Wufei’s mouth. Duo groaned at the feel of that tight suction and he permitted himself the pleasure of imagining what it would feel like if that mouth were wrapped around his straining erection. As if sensing the thought Wufei’s small hand dropped to the large bulge in the front of Duo’s pants and started to caress.

Shinigami knew that he couldn’t last long. Each brush of the necromancer’s fingers over the evidence of his desire was slowly driving him mad and his hips began to move in tight circles as he fought his completion, wanting to assure that his little savior reached his pinnacle first.

Roughly he pulled his dripping fingers from Wufei’s mouth. He groaned again when the boy tightened his lips, trying to keep him inside. Without warning he shoved his lubricated fingers deep inside the unprepared body beneath him. Wufei loosed a keening cry of pain/pleasure and released his seed in long white strands when those fingers unerringly found his prostate and scraped.

Duo snarled when the hand caressing him convulsed as the boy reached his ecstasy. His sharp teeth sank deep into the unprotected throat that was arched back as the boy reveled in the pleasure he had received. With the sweet taste of Wufei on his tongue and the boy’s steely grip on his throbbing member, Duo released.

When Wufei felt needle sharp fangs pierce his neck, he orgasmed again. The combined pleasure of the second release, and blood loss sent him back into unconsciousness.

Duo lifted his head to look with sated eyes at the boy he had pleased so thoroughly. Tenderly he lapped at the twin punctures marring that fragile unblemished skin to be sure that they would heal by morning. With a thought he procured a damp cloth and cleaned the proof of their shared passion from Wufei’s sweat sheened chest and stomach before he gently tucked the sheets around him and brushed a light kiss over his forehead.

He pulled back in shock. What the hell was he doing? He was the God of Death. Death held no emotion. He sent one confused look back at the still figure on the bed and disappeared.

*****

Amused green eyes watched the entire scene. “This is going even better than I had expected.”

His lover’s disbelieving expression clearly said that the blond thought he was insane. Trowa sighed. “He won’t be caged again, you know. The boy will save him.”

Sea colored eyes narrowed and the gentle expression hardened. “Yes. He will. I—no we—will not allow him to repeat his mistakes. The Seventh Seal will be restored. And this time there will be no mistakes. He will not escape again.”

“Even if that boy must die to assure that?”

“Even so.”

“Quatre…”

“No.” Quatre stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Saddened green eyes went from the door back to the scrying pool in front of him. “Not this time, lover. This time you’re not going to win.”


p.s. Sorry about the short chap!!