fic: Ribbon and the Ring 33
Title: The Ribbon and the Ring 33/?
Author: Seraphim Grace
Archive: http://www.geocities.com/taliasen1256, if you want it ask, I just like to know where they are. http://seraphim-grace.livejournal.com/,
Feedback: Always appreciated and replied to.
Rating: 18
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2
Warnings: Angst. Some gore. Some incredibly bad French. This chapter, a mild lime.
Notes: AU, and features necromancy. Sequel to Lord of Death
The Cadacus was of the opinion that he must have offended someone in a past life to find himself looking after not one teenage Lord of Meirin, but two. Both of them had completely separate issues and arguments. He wished he could drink to soothe his worries but it didn’t work.
The Ladies of Jimpachi were patient and sat playing mah-jongg with him as the two boys frittered back and forth asking his advice on matters. The crown prince of Dathyl would ask him questions, but they were simple ones, and the young Senshisha tended to avoided him. The Satrap of Jimpachi had arranged a public trial for her sister where the two Lords of Meirin would judge her of the crime of treason and if she was found guilty they would execute her. Deakon’s questions were moral and asked the rightness of it, where Duo’s were more about protocol and what should be done and worn in such a situation. He didn’t really know which bothered him more.
The trial was for the morning and the Satrap had arranged for ladies to sit with the Cadacus all night because she knew he didn’t sleep, but the four boys were tucked up in bed, Devlin, who had spent most of his time with Heero, was sat at the door of Deakon’s room reading patiently and the Cadacus wondered which god he had offended that he could not even eat to relieve himself of some of the tension. He wanted to take this responsibility from them, but knew that they would both refuse him.
“Mamoru,” Heero said from the door, he looked a little dishevelled, and sleep worn. It caused the Cadacus to worry because Heero never called him Mamoru unless he questioned something. “I was not expecting you to be here.” He said calmly.
“And Duo?” the Cadacus asked.
“He is sleeping, I wanted something to drink and the water in our chambers is stale, I thought there might still be some of the fruit cordial in here.” The Cadacus nodded and lifted the jug pouring out a cup for him. Heero took it gratefully, “I,” he started, “may we talk for a few moments?” He asked.
“Certainly,” The Cadacus said and waved away the veiled ladies who had occupied his time. “Anything in particular?”
“I wondered,” Heero said, “I wondered,” he stopped, “did you love the Lady Minako?” He asked.
The Cadacus was silent for a moment, “yes, I did, but she did not love me back, so it was moot.” He looked at the boy who looked very young and vulnerable. “why?”
“Did it scare you?”
The Cadacus’ demeanour softened. “Sometimes to my very core, sometimes I hated her as much as I loved her, and sometimes I just wanted to scream to let it all out, to take it all away, I would much rather have faced a thousand armed Garvem than be alone with her sometimes it felt.” He knew that Heero would appreciate his honesty even if he questioned it himself.
“Thank you.” Heero said and went to stand up.
“War isn’t frightening if it’s all you know,” the Cadacus said, “and neither is death, but life,” he said, “life going on for a long time still chills my bones and I am ancient, the concept of having spent that time with a Mina that loved me in return makes me feel nauseous.”
“I know.” Heero said, “thank you.”
“It feels like you’re going mad.” The Cadacus said “and all you want to do is cling to them and fly to pieces knowing that they’d fly to pieces with you and you’d be one being but you can’t.”
“You understand,” Heero said, “Devlin said that you would, he said you could help me with my doubts.”
“Heero,” the Cadacus said taking the now empty cup from him, “they are not doubts, they are fears, and there is no fear greater than fear itself.” He offered him a smile, “Mina and I hated each other and drove each other to loathing and hatred and pain, you do not have that with Duo, go and kiss him and stay with him.”
“Mamoru,” Heero said, “If I were Duo I would hug you.”
“I know.” The Cadacus said. Nor did he regret it because he knew if he had had the same conversation with Duo it would have taken a lot more convincing. “Go on to bed, I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Thank you.” Heero said before he returned to his bed.
Duo lay sprawled on his back in his sleeping pants, his skin shimmering in the lamp light from sweat and his hair in spikes about his head, his arms and legs were akimbo where he had spread to take up the best part of the bed in Heero’s short absence. He was also awake, propped up on a pillow and he smiled at Heero when he saw him. He opened his arms to him and Heero felt himself smile as he crawled across the bed to him. Duo was hot and smelt of amber and frankincense and sweat. “Love you,” he murmured into Heero’s neck.
Heero wanted to sink into Duo, to be like the Cadacus had suggested, one being. “I know,” he said and rolled unto his side as Duo tilted his head, still sleepy, to be kissed. Heero wondered how he could resist such an offer, how he could be expected to resist and kissed him.
Kissing Duo was often like drowning, it was like falling, but this time with the Cadacus’ words in his ear it felt like being caught, as Duo tangled his fingers in his hair. He remembered the night in Halcyon what seemed like a lifetime ago when he had been drunk and he had given himself over to what his body wanted, and wondered why it was so wrong, when Duo was so willing and so beautiful and he loved him so much. The Cadacus was right, death held no fear for him, but Duo terrified him and the only way to overcome his fear was to face it, and his body wanted it and Duo would tell him to stop if it was too much. This was what love wanted, he thought, as he rolled Duo unto his back to kiss him better, and this was what he wanted.
It was fumbling and there was laughter as Duo arched up to help him slip off the sleeping pants, and the laughter went straight to his groin, Duo’s hands were wonderfully wandering as they squeezed Heero’s own ass, his hand down Heero’s sleeping pants and then wriggled. Heero gasped and Duo chased the gasp with a kiss, “love you,” he murmured against his mouth, his crotch was pressed against Duo’s hip and Duo was erect as he took Heero’s hand and moved it down. It was hot and dry, which Heero hadn’t expected, and didn’t feel like his own, which he thought that it would as he touched Duo and Duo kissed him, then started to tug at Heero’s pants. Heero let go and rolled unto his back to wriggle out of them, flopping as Duo kept trying to distract him by kissing him, and heero didn’t really want to stop him. “Love you,” Duo kept repeating, “love you.” Heero wanted to tell him the same but he couldn’t find his voice, how could he when Duo was straddling him and naked and shining from sweat and oil and so joyous. He brought his hand down as Duo did and they began to touch each other, and themselves through proximity as Duo leaned down to kiss him and kiss him and thrust with his hips.
Duo came with a moan into Heero’s mouth where Heero just grunted. Duo collapsed on his chest, fresh come almost gluing them together, “love you,” Duo murmured before he fell asleep, softly breathing against Heero’s neck. Heero looked at him fondly, taking the edge of the sheet that they had been given to cover themselves and wiped them mostly clean before he joined him in sleep.
“She didn’t kill the baby.” Deakon said looking at the sister of the Satrap, “but she killed your consort for what she considers the good of Jimpachi.”
The Satrap revealed her discomfort by crossing her legs, Duo looked perplexed. “Your consort killed the child, he used a pillow.”
The court was as perplexed as the Satrap, they had expected this to be a rather simple matter and had mostly come to see how the Lord of Meirin would kill someone, they all had new theories about this.
“We await on your judgment,” Duo said.
“We will abide by your decision.” Deakon said.
“Exile.” The Satrap said, “take her from this place to never return.”
“By your will,” they said in unison.
“My Lords of Meirin, might I see you alone?” the satrap said. They both nodded, almost at the exact same time.
The private chamber was a small room with no windows and heavy tapestries hanging from the walls. “My sister’s betrayal and that of my consort has left me weakened, I would ask that one of you step in as my consort until I have time to find one of my own.”
Duo reached into his shirt and pulled out a ring on a length of black ribbon, “I’m already married,” he said.
“I am not good consort material.” Deakon said, “I cannot guarantee that I will not do here what happened at Muchine.” Duo looked at him askance.
“I thought those stories were exaggerated.”
“If there were,” Deakon said, “it was not by much, I will be at Meirin, I will offer you what counsel I and those dead that advise me have to offer, Jimpachi is just a day from Meirin, the aegis will give you passage.” He went to turn away. “I can not appease your loneliness and I have my own lover, time will heal all wounds, eventually, and what remains will be soothed by death.” He took Duo’s hand. “come, if we leave for Meirin we can be there by nightfall.”
“I’m sorry, Vashti,” Duo said, “that I can not give you more hope.”
“Not all of us have Senshisha.” The Satrap said sadly.
“You could always try and woo Devlin,” Duo smiled, “he’s a Senshisha and he is,” he looked at Deakon who nodded, “unattached and he likes girls.”
Vashti raised her head, “thank you for counsel, I will arrange a guard to see you to the bridge to Meirin.”
“Thank you.” Duo said and then walked over and hugged her, “not all of us can be blessed, I will see you soon, okay.”
“Thank you.” She said and it sounded like under the mask she might be crying, “and Deakon, please do not destroy my city.” He was still laughing as he left.
Author: Seraphim Grace
Archive: http://www.geocities.com/taliasen1256, if you want it ask, I just like to know where they are. http://seraphim-grace.livejournal.com/,
Feedback: Always appreciated and replied to.
Rating: 18
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2
Warnings: Angst. Some gore. Some incredibly bad French. This chapter, a mild lime.
Notes: AU, and features necromancy. Sequel to Lord of Death
The Cadacus was of the opinion that he must have offended someone in a past life to find himself looking after not one teenage Lord of Meirin, but two. Both of them had completely separate issues and arguments. He wished he could drink to soothe his worries but it didn’t work.
The Ladies of Jimpachi were patient and sat playing mah-jongg with him as the two boys frittered back and forth asking his advice on matters. The crown prince of Dathyl would ask him questions, but they were simple ones, and the young Senshisha tended to avoided him. The Satrap of Jimpachi had arranged a public trial for her sister where the two Lords of Meirin would judge her of the crime of treason and if she was found guilty they would execute her. Deakon’s questions were moral and asked the rightness of it, where Duo’s were more about protocol and what should be done and worn in such a situation. He didn’t really know which bothered him more.
The trial was for the morning and the Satrap had arranged for ladies to sit with the Cadacus all night because she knew he didn’t sleep, but the four boys were tucked up in bed, Devlin, who had spent most of his time with Heero, was sat at the door of Deakon’s room reading patiently and the Cadacus wondered which god he had offended that he could not even eat to relieve himself of some of the tension. He wanted to take this responsibility from them, but knew that they would both refuse him.
“Mamoru,” Heero said from the door, he looked a little dishevelled, and sleep worn. It caused the Cadacus to worry because Heero never called him Mamoru unless he questioned something. “I was not expecting you to be here.” He said calmly.
“And Duo?” the Cadacus asked.
“He is sleeping, I wanted something to drink and the water in our chambers is stale, I thought there might still be some of the fruit cordial in here.” The Cadacus nodded and lifted the jug pouring out a cup for him. Heero took it gratefully, “I,” he started, “may we talk for a few moments?” He asked.
“Certainly,” The Cadacus said and waved away the veiled ladies who had occupied his time. “Anything in particular?”
“I wondered,” Heero said, “I wondered,” he stopped, “did you love the Lady Minako?” He asked.
The Cadacus was silent for a moment, “yes, I did, but she did not love me back, so it was moot.” He looked at the boy who looked very young and vulnerable. “why?”
“Did it scare you?”
The Cadacus’ demeanour softened. “Sometimes to my very core, sometimes I hated her as much as I loved her, and sometimes I just wanted to scream to let it all out, to take it all away, I would much rather have faced a thousand armed Garvem than be alone with her sometimes it felt.” He knew that Heero would appreciate his honesty even if he questioned it himself.
“Thank you.” Heero said and went to stand up.
“War isn’t frightening if it’s all you know,” the Cadacus said, “and neither is death, but life,” he said, “life going on for a long time still chills my bones and I am ancient, the concept of having spent that time with a Mina that loved me in return makes me feel nauseous.”
“I know.” Heero said, “thank you.”
“It feels like you’re going mad.” The Cadacus said “and all you want to do is cling to them and fly to pieces knowing that they’d fly to pieces with you and you’d be one being but you can’t.”
“You understand,” Heero said, “Devlin said that you would, he said you could help me with my doubts.”
“Heero,” the Cadacus said taking the now empty cup from him, “they are not doubts, they are fears, and there is no fear greater than fear itself.” He offered him a smile, “Mina and I hated each other and drove each other to loathing and hatred and pain, you do not have that with Duo, go and kiss him and stay with him.”
“Mamoru,” Heero said, “If I were Duo I would hug you.”
“I know.” The Cadacus said. Nor did he regret it because he knew if he had had the same conversation with Duo it would have taken a lot more convincing. “Go on to bed, I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Thank you.” Heero said before he returned to his bed.
Duo lay sprawled on his back in his sleeping pants, his skin shimmering in the lamp light from sweat and his hair in spikes about his head, his arms and legs were akimbo where he had spread to take up the best part of the bed in Heero’s short absence. He was also awake, propped up on a pillow and he smiled at Heero when he saw him. He opened his arms to him and Heero felt himself smile as he crawled across the bed to him. Duo was hot and smelt of amber and frankincense and sweat. “Love you,” he murmured into Heero’s neck.
Heero wanted to sink into Duo, to be like the Cadacus had suggested, one being. “I know,” he said and rolled unto his side as Duo tilted his head, still sleepy, to be kissed. Heero wondered how he could resist such an offer, how he could be expected to resist and kissed him.
Kissing Duo was often like drowning, it was like falling, but this time with the Cadacus’ words in his ear it felt like being caught, as Duo tangled his fingers in his hair. He remembered the night in Halcyon what seemed like a lifetime ago when he had been drunk and he had given himself over to what his body wanted, and wondered why it was so wrong, when Duo was so willing and so beautiful and he loved him so much. The Cadacus was right, death held no fear for him, but Duo terrified him and the only way to overcome his fear was to face it, and his body wanted it and Duo would tell him to stop if it was too much. This was what love wanted, he thought, as he rolled Duo unto his back to kiss him better, and this was what he wanted.
It was fumbling and there was laughter as Duo arched up to help him slip off the sleeping pants, and the laughter went straight to his groin, Duo’s hands were wonderfully wandering as they squeezed Heero’s own ass, his hand down Heero’s sleeping pants and then wriggled. Heero gasped and Duo chased the gasp with a kiss, “love you,” he murmured against his mouth, his crotch was pressed against Duo’s hip and Duo was erect as he took Heero’s hand and moved it down. It was hot and dry, which Heero hadn’t expected, and didn’t feel like his own, which he thought that it would as he touched Duo and Duo kissed him, then started to tug at Heero’s pants. Heero let go and rolled unto his back to wriggle out of them, flopping as Duo kept trying to distract him by kissing him, and heero didn’t really want to stop him. “Love you,” Duo kept repeating, “love you.” Heero wanted to tell him the same but he couldn’t find his voice, how could he when Duo was straddling him and naked and shining from sweat and oil and so joyous. He brought his hand down as Duo did and they began to touch each other, and themselves through proximity as Duo leaned down to kiss him and kiss him and thrust with his hips.
Duo came with a moan into Heero’s mouth where Heero just grunted. Duo collapsed on his chest, fresh come almost gluing them together, “love you,” Duo murmured before he fell asleep, softly breathing against Heero’s neck. Heero looked at him fondly, taking the edge of the sheet that they had been given to cover themselves and wiped them mostly clean before he joined him in sleep.
“She didn’t kill the baby.” Deakon said looking at the sister of the Satrap, “but she killed your consort for what she considers the good of Jimpachi.”
The Satrap revealed her discomfort by crossing her legs, Duo looked perplexed. “Your consort killed the child, he used a pillow.”
The court was as perplexed as the Satrap, they had expected this to be a rather simple matter and had mostly come to see how the Lord of Meirin would kill someone, they all had new theories about this.
“We await on your judgment,” Duo said.
“We will abide by your decision.” Deakon said.
“Exile.” The Satrap said, “take her from this place to never return.”
“By your will,” they said in unison.
“My Lords of Meirin, might I see you alone?” the satrap said. They both nodded, almost at the exact same time.
The private chamber was a small room with no windows and heavy tapestries hanging from the walls. “My sister’s betrayal and that of my consort has left me weakened, I would ask that one of you step in as my consort until I have time to find one of my own.”
Duo reached into his shirt and pulled out a ring on a length of black ribbon, “I’m already married,” he said.
“I am not good consort material.” Deakon said, “I cannot guarantee that I will not do here what happened at Muchine.” Duo looked at him askance.
“I thought those stories were exaggerated.”
“If there were,” Deakon said, “it was not by much, I will be at Meirin, I will offer you what counsel I and those dead that advise me have to offer, Jimpachi is just a day from Meirin, the aegis will give you passage.” He went to turn away. “I can not appease your loneliness and I have my own lover, time will heal all wounds, eventually, and what remains will be soothed by death.” He took Duo’s hand. “come, if we leave for Meirin we can be there by nightfall.”
“I’m sorry, Vashti,” Duo said, “that I can not give you more hope.”
“Not all of us have Senshisha.” The Satrap said sadly.
“You could always try and woo Devlin,” Duo smiled, “he’s a Senshisha and he is,” he looked at Deakon who nodded, “unattached and he likes girls.”
Vashti raised her head, “thank you for counsel, I will arrange a guard to see you to the bridge to Meirin.”
“Thank you.” Duo said and then walked over and hugged her, “not all of us can be blessed, I will see you soon, okay.”
“Thank you.” She said and it sounded like under the mask she might be crying, “and Deakon, please do not destroy my city.” He was still laughing as he left.