Author: Karen, The Huntress
Pairing: 1x2
Warnings: AU with lemon added for flavor.
Rating: R
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Archive: DHML Archive
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Rendezvous with the Moon
"Tengoku Megami."
Offering prayers in the bamboo forest, Heero closes his eyes and envisions the full moon, haloed in a sapphire aura, depicted on the temple wall above the incense altar.
"Goddess of Heaven" he whispers reverently as a breeze perfumed with jasmine kisses the night and rustles the leaves like rustic wind chimes.
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The House of Yuy is an ancient warrior clan predating the Samurai that shares a thousand years heritage, yet just one hundred kinsmen now sleep in death.
Tengoku Megami had granted Heero's ancestors longevity centuries before their arrival in the strange land of Japan. However the prolonged lifespan was both a sacred gift and a bittersweet curse that demanded allegiance to the moon's altering influence.
Kindred and family had been Heero's salvation in his journey through childhood to adolescence then maturing into manhood.
His father taught him the nobility of strength and courage and how to be cunning in the hunt. His mother supplied wisdom and solace; a safe haven from the merciless world beyond the bamboo forest ruled by superstition and fear.
Heero and his friends studied the ways of the wild, gained knowledge of sight, scent and sound. Together they raced with unbridled folly into a future of infinite possibilities and inconsolable losses.
The seasons evolved year after year. Spring signaled rebirth, summer propagation. Autumn celebrated by donning vivid hues of yellow, orange and red. Like deferred death, the snowy mantle of winter was still and silent with only icy wind to mourn its isolation.
Heero witnessed the changing environments, the unending cycles of day and night and endured his condition without complaint. Nevertheless he secretly longed for a companion, a soul mate to share his continual existence that ignored Shinigami's summon to follow the God of Death into eternity.
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It was spring when Heero returned from the hunt to discover a man about his age, with an unusually long ginger braid, huddled outside the village. The stranger, exhausted by his battle with the unforgiving elements and weakened by blood loss from a gaping gash in his shoulder, attempted to put up a fight, but alas he was forsaken by his deteriorating fortitude and fainted in Heero's arms.
Angry wind whipped black clouds into a fury. Thunder rumbled, sturdy enough to shiver through the ground. Lightning clawed across the mist-shrouded mountains and caused the sky to weep bitter tears.
All night Heero tended the stranger, offered strong sake to dull the pain while suturing his wound and dispensed herbal tea to aid in sleep. Despite a fever that flushed the man's skin and enkindled nightmares, incoherent mumblings and throaty growls, Heero faithfully administered his care.
By dawn the fever had broken and Heero was able to learn the stranger's name.
Duo.
No surname was furnished, which was either a wish on Duo's part to maintain his anonymity or a testament to being a bastard.
Heero stripped Duo, washed his sweat-fouled body and hair but left the lengthy mane unfettered. He redressed Duo in a fresh breechcloth and nightshirt then tucked him between clean bedding where he promptly drifted off into dreamless slumber.
It was mid-afternoon when Duo woke and could manage herbal tea and a bowl of mushy rice sweetened with honey. Heero didn't press for conversation, there were some things better kept to ones own counsel. Nor did he pry about what happened to Duo's shoulder, even though it appeared fangs had done the damage.
Hours passed into hours. Nights blended into days into weeks and so on.
As Duo grew stronger he spoke more freely of his past.
Heero learned his and Duo's circumstances were not that dissimilar. They shared much in common. Duo had also been shunned by a frightened world that refused to understand, but he'd faced rejection without the love and protection of family or the camaraderie of friends.
Duo's name by definition meant duality, yet he'd spent most of the life alone and that forced solitary proved to be the cruelest irony of all.
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"Tengoku Megami."
Heero finishes his prayers in the bamboo forest.
Opening his eyes, he gazes at the full moon poised above a distant mountain's craggy zenith.
Moonlight shimmers like silver satin draped over the darkness. Crickets chirp in cadence with rustling leaves. An owl asks a haunting "whoooooo" before taking wing for its nocturnal flight. The breeze carries scents of dew and jasmine and---Heero wiggles his nose.
He doesn't have to see the stealthy shadow moving through the bamboo, doesn't need to hear padded footsteps that barely make a sound. He tilts his head and aims finely tuned senses into the wind. A hint of musk precedes the silhouette.
There's a swish of crimson silk as Heero shifts to greet his wily stalker. "Hello my koibito."
Hair caped about his shoulders, Duo settles on the ground carpeted with tuffs of moss, clumps of lichens and a rainbow of wild flowers then beholds his lover with eyes that reflect the light like pools of liquid lavender.
Without a word, as no verbal request is necessary, Duo nuzzles Heero's neck. His tongue laps along an earlobe, traces over an exposed collarbone. Heero's richly embroidered robe slithers away inviting fingers to stroke and tease and leave tingling waves in their wake.
Heero's hands join the foreplay. Flattened palms explore trim muscles and fondle taut nipples. Duo melts into the touch and savors the tactile contact.
Duo voices no protest as he's divested of shirt, trousers and breechcloth. Then willingly giving himself to quench Heero's desire, he reclines on his discarded clothing and accepts a kiss so passionate it steals his breath away.
Now Tengoku Megami joins the dance of love.
Spikes of pure white light lance through the forest canopy to embrace Heero and Duo's glistening bodies linked as one flesh. Radiant rays fan the flames and fuel the fire of ecstasy that transports the lovers to orgasmic climaxes so intense it threatens to stop their synchronized heartbeats.
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Naked and unashamed, Heero and Duo walk hand in hand beyond the bamboo forest and once again accepts the Goddess of Heaven's extraordinary metamorphic gift.
Bathed in moonlight the black wolf with blue eyes and the silver gray wolf with an auburn stripe running along his spine stand side by side and with a united harmonic howl express their deference to the Mother of all wolves.
As the lupine soul mates slink across the meadow with predatory grace, the moon pledges to keep her promise.
"The hunting will be good tonight."
OWARI
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