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The cast list is at the bottom of the fic, but I’m not posting it here because I’d like people to be surprised. =)~ Yes, this will be a series, IS a series, but this is only the first one, and there is only so much room so I’m afraid not everybody made it in. 0=)~ Ebony Door
Six pairs of eyes gave away nothing. Not a finger twitched, not an eyelash batted to reveal what the owner was thinking. One slip, one blink, and all their secrets could be known. They were challenging their fates; they were battling for their honor- "I see your macadamia," Hotohori purred, "And I raise you three hazelnuts." They were bored out of their minds and playing poker with the nut bowl for a kitty. Marron made an exasperated noise and tossed his cards on the table. "I fold. Again." "Mmm. Me too." Narsus popped some more of his winnings into his mouth. "Damn," Shiryu sighed, looking at his sad pile of peanuts. "I’m out." Hotohori raised an eyebrow at his opponents, both of whom were unreadable. The one on his left shifted with the faintest rustle of ebon wings. "Fair enough." Kuronue chucked the requested filberts into the pot. "And you?" Hotohori smiled at the smallest of them, cards held in a precise fan shape, features as impassive as marble. Deft fingers flicked his bet into the pile, and added a fourth. "Call." Chang Wufei demanded. "You’re bluffing." The emperor smiled contritely and displayed his hand. "I’m afraid so," He admitted. Wufei allowed his lips to curve slightly. "Two Pair. Aces and eights." The winning dead-man’s hand hit the table. "Those nuts are mine." "Not quite." The black chimera rustled his wings, eyes glinting violet under his hat. One by one he dropped the paper rectangles. "Four ladies, I believe, beat you." Wufei nodded, conceding the victory to the demon. Kuronue grinned and reached to scoop up the pot and the cards for his deal, but Marron caught his black-ribboned wrist and glared. "Wait just a minute. I had a queen. What are you hiding in those pinions of yours?" "You cheated!" Wufei’s eyes flashed with indignant anger. Narsus yawned. Kuronue was unruffled. "Who’s to say it was me? Maybe it’s a faulty deck." "Maybe YOU stacked it." Shiryu’s chair scraped the marble floor as the saint stood. "If we shook you by your heels, I just wonder what would fall out." Wufei flashed an approving eye on the tall warrior. He’d known he’d like him since the minute he’d shown up in green dragon armor. "Now, gentlemen." Hotohori raised a hand. "We don’t know how long we’re confined in this room together, there’s no need.." fffffwweeeeeeeeeeeSSSHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHH "Incoming," Narsus warned, rescuing his glass of wine from the table as the air above it thickened. "My deck!" Kuronue dove for the cards. pWiP! "AAAAAAAAAAAA-" Braid and cross flying, Duo Maxwell landed square in the middle of the card game. Feathers, nuts, and at least six aces bounced into the air. "OW!" the gundam pilot rubbed his backside. "Damn! That’ll really take your breath away, won’t it? Oops, sorry about the table, I didn’t know it would go to pieces like that and it really wasn’t very clever to put it where someone would be landing, right? Oi, Wufie, you’re here? Well honestly there’s no need to seethe like that it wasn’t MY fault about the stupid table and hey where are we, anyway? Who’re all the people?" "Wow. Does he ever stop to breathe?" Shiryu muttered to Wufei. The slighter Chinese boy shook his head. "Never." Narsus dusted his hands on his pants and bowed. "Well. We appear to have picked up another one. Hello sir, this I’m afraid is your prison and we, unfortunately are your fellow cellmates." Duo gave up on trying to redeem his squished hat. "Prison? Pretty posh for a prison. Nice color scheme." The doorless, windowless room was carved entirely out of black marble, magically glowing candle spheres mounted on the walls. The main piece of furniture was a massive ebony postered bed, hung and sheeted in sable silk. Besides the recently demised table there were a few stands, laden with fruit or wine or toiletries. "Yes, pleasant." Narsus drawled, "If you like the funerary look." "Huh." Duo perched on the bed. "All of us just popped in here?" "Something like that." Marron finished gathering the cards, coming up with 68 after the count. He sighed and tucked the deck into his robe. "There’s been no demands, no common factor as to why we’re here. We have very little in common otherwise. " Hotohori bowed, introducing himself and the others, since Wufei seemed disinclined to do so. "Welcome to the group.." "Maxwell," Duo supplied, and shook hands with the mystified emperor. "Duo Maxwell. Wow, it is a wacky kind of place, though, what’s to do?" "Nothing," Kuronue glanced back at the ruins of the card game. "Anymore." "I’m sure we could think of something." Narsus was giving Shiryu a long thoughtful look. "Hey waitaminute!" Duo snapped his fingers and gave an excited bounce. "We all have long dark hair! Maybe that’s it?" "What kind of idiot reason is that?" Wufei demanded. "Capture us because we’re noble warriors or valuable hostages maybe, not for our HAIR. Besides. I don’t fit. Mine’s short." "No it’s not." Shiryu lifted Wufei’s ponytail. "You’ve got it doubled up back here to LOOK short, but really-" "Unhand me!" Wufei skittered back, unfortunately into Duo. "Hey, he’s right! I always thought it was short too, but you’ve got it looped and folded and wow, could you show me how to do this?" "Here, now." Hotohori put his hands on Wufei’s shoulder before the Chinese pilot could thwap the American. "Let’s solve this mystery." Wufei crossed his arms on his dragon emblazoned tank top and glared as the emperor undid the elaborate knot, sending dark ripples of hair tumbling to below Wufei’s shoulders. Wufei’s fury brought stinging color to his cheeks. Kushrenada had wanted him to grow out his hair; but he’d kept his secret quiet for months. "There there," Hotohori soothed, admiringly running his hands over the delicate strands. "It’s nothing to be upset over. Such a fine mane you have here, dragon." "Desist." Wufei shied back, tossing his head. "You remind me of someone I.. know." "It really suits you, Wu. I could braid it if you like?" Duo smiled from the bed. "You should have told us it was long, it suits your face. Softens it, kinda. Hiro says you got a face like a hatchet but it’s only cos you slick it back and-" "Maxwell," Wufei growled, "Shut up." "Geez, touchY." Marron, sensing an argument, stepped forward to distract the talkative American. "You can do mine, Maxwell-San." He settled onto the bed. "It’s been plaguing me all day." Duo, duly distracted, nosed about on one of the stands until he turned up a silver brush. Marron expected hands as hyper as Duo’s mouth, but was pleasantly relived when the braided boy went rather abruptly silent, his touch gentle and deft as he brushed. Wufei muttered something about slumber parties and sat in a chair to sulk. Shiryu folded himself in a corner and tried to meditate, but was continually distracted by the slight motions of Wufei’s shoulders, or the shadows the light made on his face. He scolded himself sternly and forced himself to blank his mind. It was strangely difficult to accomplish, he blamed the three glasses of wine. Kuronue picked Marron’s pockets until he found his card deck. He slipped only once, but the mage didn’t notice the chimera leaning on the bedpost, instead darting a shy look back at Duo, who was plaiting merrily. Marron reddened quietly and tried not to squirm. Kuronue grinned and dealt out a hand of solitaire, since Narsus was sketching and Hotohori, observing, both declined to join him. "There!" Duo produced an elastic from one of his many pockets, winding it around the tail of the sorcerer hunter’s braid. He took a gulp from one of the glasses of wine Narsus had distributed to all, and beamed at Marron. "That looks good." Marron ducked his head, wishing for a book to stick his blush in. "thank you, Maxwell." "Please, call me Du-" fweeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO "what the hell?" Duo clutched at Marron’s shoulder in surprise. Marron felt faint. "Oh goody, company." Kuronue pouted at his game and investigated his vest for a jack. pWiP! The newest arrival fell about a foot before whipping out great ragged black wings to rival the makai thief’s, floating down the rest of the way. "Wow! Humans!" Kuronue glanced up and nearly dropped his goblet. "prettyprettypretty.." "Hello?" the angel bowed politely as he touched down. "I’m Chihaya and..." His brow furrowed. "where am I?"
"So... there’s no way out?" Chihaya’s great lavender eyes glistened with tears; he absently took a sip of the wine Narsus had poured in the last cup for him. "Kegetsuya’s going to be awfully upset at me." His glorious plumage drooped. "Who’s that?" Duo queried, eternally curious. "My... partner." "Hush now, Angel." Kuronue produced a green handkerchief from somewhere and wound one arm and one wing around the depressed seraph. "No crying now. I promise not to let anyone hurt you." Chihaya lit up a radiant grin, gazing adoringly at the demon. "You have black wings, like me! Are you an angel too?" Kuronue nuzzled one cream-colored temple. "I will be if you like."
Shiryu felt strange. He supposed he shouldn’t have drunk so much of that wine, but it was wonderfully good stuff and he hadn’t really noticed how much he’d had. Surely the carafe should be empty, they’d all been drinking, but there was barely a dent in the liquid level. He wobbled up to his feet, blinking green eyes at the gundam pilot a few feet away. His skin tingled faintly; cloth of Athena saint armor was suddenly too tight.
"Marron? Are you alright?" Duo shook the mage slightly. "Ish jusht shfine." Marron beamed at the boy and his blurry identical twin. "Yersho’pretty." "How much did he have?" Hotohori blinked at the very sloshed Marron. "He didn’t." Duo protested. "I just waved the glass under his nose." "Itsh HOT." Marron complained. "I don’t know why I wear all this shtuff." He immediately began undoing robes, sending them flying. A stray sash landed on Wufei’s head; Wufei reached up, pulled it off and resumed glowering at the floor. "MUCSH better." Marron, down to nothing but his leggings, stretched luxuriously across the bed, braid slithering after. "mmm…silk feels nicn’cooool…" He rubbed up against the sheets like a kitten on the ankles of his favorite human, all but purring. "Good God." Duo went slightly crimson. "Am I old enough to watch this?" He found that he couldn’t quite manage to take his eyes away, something other than wine making a slow lazy burn through his blood. "Marron... don’t... um..." "Please." Narsus, charcoal stick long since still, exchanged a knowing glance with Hotohori. "Don’t stop him, whatever you do." Marron, dark eyes noting Duo’s distraction, took his opportunity to pounce.
Wufei had had quite enough of this. For one thing, it was turning him on, and as at least one Oz general already knew, turning Wufei on was also likely to piss him off. "Alright, you degenerates. Just because we’re locked up doesn’t mean we should- uuuu.." He wobbled, the floor seeming to tilt under his feet. Damn but he knew better than to drink in a tense situation! Hadn’t Treize taught him anything? Armored arms caught him, long black hair teasing against his cheek. "Ah, thank you my-" "Dou itashimashite," Shiryu replied, and kissed him swiftly. Wufei went taut, blinking in shock at the taller boy. This place was getting utterly ludicrous. How dare Shiryu just accost him and.. and.. what was he supposed to be upset about? "Ummmm…." Wufei melted against vastly differing planes of silvery green armor, silk cloth, and bare skin. Damn but Saints could kiss- soft nibbles at the corners of his mouth and slow gentle pulls on his lower lip coaxed soft noises from him that were not of protest. Shiryu, not breaking contact, scooped Wufei up and aimed for the nearest unoccupied section of bed.
The two winged creatures had quietly claimed a small corner to themselves, seeming to be engrossed in conversation away from the impeding mayhem around them. Presently, however, all that was visible were Chihaya’s knees poking out from Kuronue’s side of the double-wrap of black pinions, on either side of the Makai thief’s hips. Feathers would rustle once every few moments, and the angel’s wingtips would shiver, followed by a muted moan. Kuronue was nothing if not talented with his hands.
Duo was pinned. Marron was surprisingly strong, not to mention fast. His eyes were dark as midnight, and against that pale skin the mage looked like he was made of obsidian and pearl. The end of his braid tickled Duo’s forearm. "Everyone thinks my brother’s the sex fiend in the family," Marron purred, nuzzling his cheek next to Duo’s, his murmur in Duo’s ear making the pilot shiver violently. "Really, though, it’s only because he’s obvious.. and chases _girls._" A knee interposed itself between Duo’s legs, pressing suggestively. Duo’s eyes went round as saucers. Marron was doing something to his neck that was warm and wet and slightly sharp. "you.. you don’t..don’t like girls?" Marron lifted his head and smiled slowly at him, lowering his head to Duo’s collarbone and undoing buttons with magician swift hands. Cool air brushed exposed satin skin for only a second before Duo was enveloped in magical fire heat with a tongue nimble from years of incantations. Duo Maxwell, for the first time in his life, was utterly speechless.
Hotohori and Narsus traded smirks and toasted each other with freshly refilled glasses. Hotohori suggested that the wine might taste better on another’s lips. Narsus agreed that this was a stunning idea and insisted they try it. Once Hotohori’s theory was verified, the emperor implied that he would be interested in investigating Narsus’s thighs. The strategist was flattered and in turn expressed a fancy for the lower bits of Hotohori’s spine. Hotohori, ever graceful and lovely in courtly manners, asked Narsus very nicely if he would like to fuck. Narsus deduced that he could not think of anything more pleasant to occupy his time, and the two of them tumbled into a civilized moaning pile onto the last available section of black silk. Two hours later.. "Are you quite sure he won’t mind?" Chihaya was uncertain. He’d been way out of his depth all night and without Kegetsuya to tell him what to do he’d been flying by the seat of his pants. Of course, he hadn’t seen his pants for hours.. "If he minded he would have said no when we drew straws," Hotohori reasoned. "And he could stop you if he wanted," Duo agreed. "Wu, do you mind?" Wufei, blindfolded and with his arms tied in the small of his back with a strip of black silk, shook his head. He was very drunk. "Good boy," Shiryu crooned, dipping a slice of peach into his wineglass and offering it to the trussed pilot. Wufei accepted it eagerly; they weren’t as nice as eating them off that Narsus fellow’s abdomen but he was still fond of lapping at Shiryu’s intoxicating fingers. The saint laughed softly as Wufei’s tongue darted out to catch a droplet of juice trickling down his chin. A warm kiss caught it for him, fingertips light on his shoulders. Wufei moaned into it, thinking it was Shiryu, but the sudden manic grin against his mouth was trademark Maxwell, unmistakable. "Wow, Wu.. you’re pretty damn hot." Wufei’s honeyed skin flushed a surprised ruddy color. "Umm..thanks. " "Excuse me?" Chihaya began, glancing back at Kuronue for support. The Chimera nodded and pressed a hand against the angel’s exposed flank. "Go ahead, you won the draw." Chihaya nodded and blinked at the blindfolded boy kneeling on the bed in front of him. "Wufei-san? If.. if you don’t mind too much would.. would you.." Chihaya chewed his lip, unable to continue. Wufei nodded and tilted his head forward, waiting. Narsus and Marron each slid an arm under the seraph’s shoulders, supporting him and shifting him forward. Chihaya started, eyes squeezing shut and his skin shivering at the touch of caramel lips on his navel. Wufei was better trained at such things than any of them, even Duo, expected. He angled his head to the juncture of angelic thighs, kissing and nuzzling until Chihaya was all but thrashing between the artist and the mage, face drawn as if in pain. "neh-unnnn! Aa- aahh.. I..unnn..oh.ohgod…" Chihaya’s hips thrust forward, hands tangling in the waterfall of hair sliding over Wufei’s shoulders, holding it out of his face for him. Chihaya risked a quick look down once, and then could not stop looking. Neither could the others, watching intently, waiting their turn. Marron and Narsus ran their fingers over Chihaya as he writhed, petting the soft warm feathers that were trembling, kissing the straining lines of his collarbone. The angel let out a long slow moan as kisses found his small pink nipples; Kuronue’s lithe form sidling up behind him, slender thieving fingers stealing into his most tightly locked treasury. Chihaya’s breath hitched in his chest, a small startled scream escaping him as the demon slipped in and out in the same pattern as the tightly determined mouth on his sex. Tears ran freely down his cheeks, glittering in the candlelight. Shiryu decided he’d had enough of watching, Wufei’s need was so beautifully obvious, his bound fists clenching in the small of his back, rocking his hips against black silk sheets in an attempt to ease the burn. Somehow Shiryu knew that Wufei would weep very prettily, exactly how prettily remained to be seen. He investigated the bed until he found a discarded black feather, and set to work. Wufei’s first instinct was to push his knees together, surprised by the tickling touch on the inside of his thighs. He was so sensitive there, and he had no idea who the culprit was. Firm hands pushed him wide, making it hard to keep his balance, but this was no new test for him, never missing a beat on the perfect skin he was suckling. Treize would be so Proud. The feather swept upwards, just on the underside of his sex, then flicked up to the tip before fluttering into the cleft below the base of his spine. Wufei whimpered, the fabric of the blindfold beginning to turn damp against his eyes. Shiryu smiled and knelt down to offer the most intimate kiss possible.
Duo had never been so turned on in his entire life. Wufei, really, who KNEW? He’d long since given up on trying to keep his hands off himself, the scene in front of him was just too erotic to bear. All the glorious variations of skin tone, from honey to pearl to alabaster and even the dark perfect caramel of Wufei, desire shadowed between tense thighs, mouths fluttering open and closed like mating butterflies, curtains of hair in a myriad shades of brown and black, pleasured noises falling like rain. Duo stretched his legs in the sheets, sighing, topaz eyes on the verge of closing. "Is there something you would like?" Manicured nails scraped over his side, more ticklish than feathers. Even white teeth nipped at his throat. "while you watch, I mean." "Hotohori-sama?" It came out as a half-pant, arms folding him back against a warm, bare, perfect body. "There’s no one else." Hotohori’s hand slipped down Duo’s arm, wrapping around Duo’s on his burning sex. "Do you?" "Unn.." Duo pushed back, seeking imperial desire. "Inside.. please.." The emperor laughed softly, spooning his body against the younger boy’s. Duo gritted his teeth, there had been oil for them on one of the tables but it still hurt, no matter how gentle Hotohori was. Tendrils of hair the color of brown sugar teased his throat and Hotohori’s fingers pried Duo’s away from his sex, wanting the pilot to himself. Duo clutched the sheets and moaned, slowly penetrated over and over and stroked with a touch that was almost too practiced, bringing him swiftly to the edge and keeping him hovering there. A name almost flew from Duo’s lips and he bid down hard on his chestnut braid, trying to stifle it. Hotohori nuzzled the soft skin behind Duo’s earlobe. "Something you want to say, little warrior? Don’t be afraid, maybe someplace he’ll hear you." Duo coughed slightly, Hotohori punctuating his assurance with a swift motion inside. Royal fingers brushed away tears. "Go ahead, Duo, you won’t offend me." Hotohori’s lips tightened in a smile. "I think it’s rather erotic, actually." It began as just a murmur, turning into a choked cry in time with every perfect invasion behind him, everything Duo hoped for and feared compounded into two syllables. "Hiro… Hiro Hiro…"
Wufei’s knees nearly gave out in shocked surprise, the ghostly whisper of the feather replaced by a tongue prodding determinedly at his entrance, firing pleasure so intense it made him see glowing dustmotes of stars behind his eyelids. The tears leaked past the blindfold, dropping onto the rumpled sheets. His muffled pleas became more insistent, and Shiryu’s mercy was swift and sweet plunging into him. Kuronue had decided that there were better things than fingers for filling angels with, and Chihaya, overcome, came in a furious rush, wings extending full span as he exploded in Wufei’s mouth with the cinnamon-vanilla sweet of celestial pleasure. Groans echoed him, white spilling onto the ebony sheets in more than a few places, bodies tightening, names panted in gratitude. Wufei, flooded simultaneously by Chihaya and Shiryu, climaxed violently in the saint’s hand, body trembling with exertion. He crumpled to the bed, his bonds and blindfold removed by the Saint of Athena. He smiled exhaustedly at the warrior; he’d been hoping Shiryu was the one inside him, offering that taboo kiss that had so poured lighting into him. Narsus and Marron lowered the sated seraph down, Kuronue smoothed the rumpled wings and wrapped his own around him, smiling as only a smug demon can smile. Marron glanced over at Narsus. They hadn’t had the chance to do more than tease each other over Chihaya, and now they were the only two still burning. Marron crept over and straddled the artist, lowering himself slowly onto Narsus’s jutting sex, gripping soft strands of hair and growling with the sharp blend of pleasure and pain. Narsus made a note to thank every deity in the Palsian pantheon.. just as soon as he remembered their names. Duo’s breathing had finally evened. Hotohori brushed back wisps of hair that had fled their braid, smiling as the American boy drifted into sleep. Wherever and whoever Hiro was, he was one lucky bastard. One by one they sank into slumber, deep and pleasured and peaceful, long since forgetting that they had ever been held captive. As the lights in the candelabras winked out they vanished, back to their places and moments of origin, remembering nothing more than an intense, perfect dream.
Wufei avoided Duo for MONTHS. "Well, friends, do I have your approval to continue with this project?" The vote was unanimous, even from those who had expressed doubt before. The specially designed wine especially produced applause. The project organizer smiled, keying a few buttons to reset the room for the next set of arrivals. ~end~ CAST Hotohori- Fushigi Yuugi
by Tenshi
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