Marked for Death Part 15
Rain pelted down around them, coming down in hard sheets. The sky above was a dark black, the clouds blocking out the sun and most other light available, that was of course assuming it was day anymore. Duo had long since lost sense of time in the storm, more concerned with not stumbling over the now slippery and muddy ground. His bangs were pasted across his face from the water and he had to rapidly keep blinking just so he could see a few feet in front of him. The rain was hard and cold, feeling like small needles all over his skin. For once he actually thanked his obsessive little need to cover his back scars, because he couldn't imagine walking through such horrible weather with a completely bare back like Heero was doing. And yet, it amazed him how the Marked warrior wasn't shivering or hugging himself at all. It was almost as if he'd turned off the cold little pricks of pain and was ignoring them as he led them through the thin forest.
Heero paused and gave a series of three quick sneezes; his body giving one great shiver that made up for all the others he'd been resisting. Duo entertained a small smile, so much for the idea of Heero being impervious to the cold.
"We should find shelter," Duo said, coming to stand beside him.
Heero frowned at that mention but soon relented. "It's a risk, to stay in one place, but the rain should keep them from finding us, at least for a little while."
Duo gave a light chuckle. "Are you kidding? These guys grew up in a castle, there's no way any soldier, sane or otherwise, would send his men out into this weather. We're not that important, Darrin's more worried about Wufei. I'm guessing he sent his men back into the caves to look for our other group rather than chasing us out here." Duo punctuated that thought with his own involuntary sneeze from the cold and sniffled slightly. "Any longer out here and we're both going to turn to ice."
Heero nodded and turned, leading them both back toward the mountains, but not the way they came. It wasn't long before the trees around them died into bushes, which then led to a wall of steep rock. A little more walking and they found a small cave that was deep enough to keep them dry and give a small amount of protection from the wind. To Duo's surprise he found a pile of neatly stacked wood in the back corner, which was dry, along with a few pieces of flint to start a fire.
Heero headed straight back for that pile to do just that as Duo began squeezing the water out of his long braid.
"You guys really were prepared for something like this to happen, weren't you?"
"When you live like we have, hunted by humans, you have to be prepared." Heero crouched down and piled the wood up to start a fire. There were even small piles of material in the back for kindling.
"How long?" Duo asked quietly, moving to sit close to him.
"All my life," he said as the first spark caught. Leaning forward he blew on it lightly, causing it to flare to life. "I don't know how long before that."
Heero gave a shudder and hugged himself tightly against the cold. The fire was moving slowly, giving them only a little light and not much heat. At this rate it would take forever for them to dry off.
Duo frowned and pulled off his tunic top, laying it out on the ground so the water could soak out, then he went about pulling off the short pants and now worn leather boots until he was naked. Heero's eyes widened just slightly.
"What are you doing?"
"The fire's too small to dry us off. You're going to get real sick if you stay in your wet clothing. Trust me, I've lived through lots of winters in the castle and on the streets, I've seen what people can catch from being cold and wet. Take your clothes off."
"No," Heero said, the stubbornness showing slightly in his voice.
Duo laughed softly. "This isn't the time to be stubborn, now do it, or I'll take them off for you!"
Heero shook his head, causing Duo to laugh even more. To think that this same boy had posed as a bed servant only a few weeks ago, a role that he must have known would end up with him possibly never wearing clothes again. And now he was modest? The two images just didn't fit and Duo was endlessly amused by the sudden shift in character.
Without giving Heero any warning, or any more time to protest, Duo pounced forward and immediately went for the tie of Heero's kilt-like outfit. Despite the amused smile on his face he was very aware that this wasn't a laughing matter. He hadn't been kidding when he'd mentioned the sickness people could get from staying in wet clothing. He distinctly remembered that that was exactly how Wufei's mother had died not a year after he'd been brought to the castle. He wasn't about to let Heero get even close to that sick. So he ignored the boy's protests and quickly did away with Heero's clothing, tossing it to the other side of the cave until they were both naked and the clothing was far out of reach.
Somewhere along the line Heero had ended up on his back and Duo was now perched on top of him, their bodies just barely touching. Both boys seemed to notice this at the same moment and froze. Heero took in a short breath and locked eyes with Duo through his wet bangs, which were matted over his face. Duo heard himself give a soft moan at the sight of the Marked One lying before him, completely naked and soaked, water droplets covering his skin.
Without completely realizing what he was doing Duo leaned down and licked up a line of said water droplets along the junction of Heero's neck. Heero's eyes slid shut and he moaned quietly in response, tilting his head back just a bit to allow Duo better access.
Duo continued licking the sweet tasting rainwater from Heero's skin. That salty sweet taste mixed with the delectable taste of Heero was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough. Not to mention that the small sounds now escaping Heero's throat between his quick breaths rang in his ears, begging him not to stop but instead to keep going.
Duo leaned farther forward until he was straddling the warrior beneath him and their bare chests rested together. Skin upon skin, each wet and slick from the rain, brought a new flame flowing through his body. His breath quickened significantly and he began nibbling on the skin lightly while his hands slid across Heero's body, searching for places to touch... to feel...
Heero's body reacted to Duo's, shifting to move closer and cause them to rub together. Taking deep breaths he fought to keep hold of the small amount of control he had, but Duo's touches and other ministrations were an overpowering force. Still, he didn't want to completely give in... reaching up he pulled Duo away from his neck and caught the Shadow's lips with his own, delivering a sharp and deep kiss, which left them both panting wildly and breathless.
That kiss caused them both to lose whatever control they had left, and this time neither fought to keep it. Bodies responded in the heat of the moment, springing to life and shifting against each other to heighten the sensations even more. Hands explored the new territory before them, pinching, caressing and dancing over the skin as the other responded. Both reacted as if drugged and intoxicated with the other, unable and unwilling to stop for anything.
Duo slid his mouth down Heero's body, giving a short and sharp nibble around the neck area, causing Heero to jerk and give a soft cry of pleasure, his fingers digging into Duo's shoulders. Smirking to himself Duo moved down farther to attack the twin hard nubs of flesh with his mouth and hands. Heero's breath came in soft gasps and incoherent sounds as his own hands moved and wound themselves deep into Duo's hair.
"D-Duo..."
Duo let out a moan of his own, hearing the passion in Heero's voice. It enflamed him even more, chasing away the last of the cold around them. Both bodies were warm and sweating from the heat of their own actions and Heero's deep yet pleading voice only added to the affect.
Duo moved farther down Heero's body, pausing to breathe cold air over Heero's now hard member. This brought forth a small squeak from the boy and he dug his fingers deeper into Duo's hair. Duo couldn't resist any longer and took the entire piece into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it like a sweet piece of candy from the market. Heero's body jerked at the sudden warmth and he let out a cry, his hands slipping from Duo's hair. Instead his hands now dug into the ground beside him and he writhed against Duo, crying out in pleasure as Duo began to move his mouth slowly up and down, sucking.
His fingers moved up, lightly brushing against Heero's lips, begging entrance. Heero eagerly took the fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and licking them like they were the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
Duo sped up his movements and pulled his fingers back, reaching them between Heero's legs. Pushing them lightly against Heero's entrance, giving the boy time to protest or at least prepare for the intrusion, he moved his own mouth faster, bring Heero as close to the end as possible. At the last moment he pushed in one finger, past the tight muscle, causing Heero to gasp loudly and jerk, spilling into Duo's mouth with a cry of surprise.
Heero fell back to the ground with a moan, his hands reaching out blindly to hold onto Duo. Duo swallowed the sweet essence in his mouth and leaned forward to catch Heero's lips in a soft kiss, all this while his fingers working in and out slowly to stretch Heero's opening.
"... please..." Heero pleaded softly, wrapping his arms around the Shadow.
Duo hushed him with another kiss, adding a second, then a third finger. Heero moaned into Duo's mouth pulling him closer with urgency.
"Please... I need..."
Duo kissed him once more and pulled the fingers away, positioning himself at Heero's entrance. Pushing in slowly he broke the kiss as a low moan escaped his own throat, filling the cave. Red hot passion filled his vision as he slid completely inside and forced himself to stop, feeling the tightness of Heero surround him. Below Heero's pants became sharp and hurried as he pushed against Duo, trying to get him to move faster. Duo complied, picking up speed and giving his own cries from the sweet friction and heat.
Thunder and lightning rolled outside the cave while the fire crackled and danced. Within the cave the two bodies moved against each other, to a silent rhythm accented by their cries and short breaths. The pace increased, bringing everything together into a type of energy that seemed to flash blindingly before their eyes. Both cried out the others name as completion came. Then both, well spent, crumbled on top of each other in an exhausted heap.
Duo rolled off of Heero and snuggled up next to him as both tried to catch their breaths. Leaning forward he kissed Heero lightly on the cheek and brushed the sweat soaked hair from his face. Heero offered a small smile and snuggled closer into Duo's warm arms.
Snuggling close together the two rolled closer to the fire and basked in it's now warm light. It wasn't long before they were dried off but neither moved to break the embrace. Instead they drifted off to sleep with the gentle firelight dancing around them and the storm continued full force outside.
For the moment they were safe and they weren't about to break the moment. All hard feelings were gone and the two had finally made up. Now the only thing that could possibly trouble Duo was... what was going to happen to them when all this was over?
~*~
Quatre gave a quiet yawn and slowly blinked open his eyes. For a moment his mind panicked, not recognizing the surroundings. Stone and a soft glow illuminated the room in light greens... and someone's arms were wrapped tightly around him. He tensed and held his breath, trying to remember where he was. The person holding him must have been awake because immediately the arms fell away and he heard a soft voice in his ear.
"You awake?"
Quatre blinked and turned, memories flooding his mind. That was right, he was in the cave with Trowa, they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. He relaxed and leaned back against Trowa, smiling softly and nodding his head.
"Didn't mean to wake you," he murmured softy. To his delight the arms returned to wrapping protectively around him and he sighed contently.
"You didn't."
Quatre smiled as Trowa placed a light kiss on his forehead and ran one of his hands through his hair. It was so strange, Quatre thought, to have someone treating him this way. The last time he'd had someone hold him like this was his mother. The last time he'd felt this safe and secure in one person's arms was so long ago. He hadn't realized until now how much he'd missed it.
Letting his eyes drift shut he quieted his mind and just listened to Trowa's heartbeat and the soft pattern of his breathing. He could lay like this forever, forever until the end of time.
But the peacefulness wasn't to last, because beyond the cave entrance Quatre caught the sound of metal against metal. Immediately his eyes snapped open and he jerked to look in that direction.
"Trowa?" He asked in a soft voice.
"I know. They are getting closer. We should move so we can avoid them."
Reluctantly Quatre agreed and stood up. Yawning quietly he stretched and glanced around them. He frowned as he realized that there was only one entrance and exit to the cave they were in, and that led to where the sounds were coming from.
"We can't go out that way, we'll meet up with them."
Trowa nodded and stood up himself, his eyes travelling around the cavern. "If we wait much longer no doubt they'll spot the light and come this way." Frowning he stepped toward the stream which flowed through the cave and his eyes traveled over the walls. "This looks to be the only other way out."
Quatre blinked. Was Trowa planning on taking the stream out? But the hole wasn't big enough for them to fit through... "You'd have to collapse part of the wall for us to fit."
Without responding, or perhaps in response, two large vines snaked their way off of Trowa's skin and slithered along the cracks in the stone walls. The vines danced over the stone for a moment then moved forward and twisted in-between the cracks; Trowa winced slightly.
"Trowa?"
"I should be able to make the opening larger, if I can get... deep enough..."
"I can't swim." Quatre stepped closer and watched the vines sinking deeper into the cracks. From the looks on Trowa's face he could see that the effort it took to squeeze the vines into those small cracks actually hurt him. Although, now that he thought of it, that made sense, since the vines were a part of Trowa's body it made sense that they would react to pain just as one's arm or leg would.
"Nothing to worry about, if you hang on to me I'll make sure both of us make it through." With those words Trowa stepped into the small stream and closed his eyes in concentration. The vines before him moved deeper, flowing completely off his body. Only two ends were still connected to his hands but the rest of the vines were gone from sight, buried deep in the stone walls. Trowa bit his bottom lip and pulled the vines out quickly, causing large cracks to grow around the walls around them.
Quatre's eyes widened and he quickly stepped into the water behind Trowa, ready to hold on as the walls trembled around them. Trowa dropped to one knee as the vines curled back onto his skin. He took a few deep breaths and looked back at the wall, but it still wasn't open enough for them to fit through.
"Your vines can't do that much work." Quatre frowned and walked over to the wall, fingering a now sharpened edge as he listened to the sounds of the armored men getting closer. "I can cut the walls... but I might hurt the pictures on the walls."
Trowa shook his head. "That's nothing to worry about. Drawings like that are all over these caves, this just happens to be one of the few with its own light." He stood back up and placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder. "I can try again."
"No, you've hurt yourself enough. I know I can do this and we don't have much more time before they get here. But... you best duck."
Trowa nodded and complied, crouching to the ground in the shallow stream water. Quatre, meanwhile, glanced down at his bandaged hands. Carefully he unwrapped one of the blood soaked pieces of fabric to find his skin was already partially healed. Lucky for him and his power his skin healed quickly so he didn't have to worry about losing much blood or causing too much damage. But this time he knew exactly what he wanted the blood to do, and there wouldn't be any adrenaline to direct it toward any particular person.
Shedding both bandages he held both his palms up and slid them quickly over the sharp rock. Hissing in pain he watched as the blood pooled over his skin, immediately coming to life. The long streams suddenly became solid and jumped into the air around them, twisting and turning, looking for possible targets.
Quatre took a step back and extending his arms. One pointed at each wall where the stream entered and exited the cave. His blood, for once, obeyed him and leapt into action, charging straight for the thick stone walls. Quatre watched in horrified amazement as his own blood shifted into long sharp blades that cut through the stone like it were some type of pudding. The cave around them began to shake as large pieces tumbled off the walls to shatter on the ground. Quatre heard the sound of roaring water and watched as it started to drip through the wall's small new holes.
He quickly closed his eyes and commanded the blood to stop with all his might, amazed as it retracted back into his body. Clasping his hands together he grabbed onto Trowa just as the two walls crumbled and water crashed down around them.
Thick roaring filled their ears as the cold water shoved them forward, through the new opening in the wall. Both fought to keep their heads above water as the current pulled them through the caverns at a quick pace.
And somewhere far behind them they heard soldiers yelling to turn back because there had been a sudden cave-in.
TBC...
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