07-Sep-2000
I've had this idea for a while. Figured this would be a good time to finally write it.
Yeah. REALLY twisted. Carrying into experiments in this sort of writing style (everyday language-ish... y'know...).
TITLE: Vengeful
AUTHOR: Jay/dem. Contactable at carboxylated@yahoo.com
ARCHIVE: Yes to those with prior permission, otherwise-- all it takes is
an email. ;-)
CATAGORY: Angst? Darkfic? I have no idea.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is quite sadly not mine, but in fact the property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other large corporations and companies I have no affiliation with. (Again, quite sadly.)
Warning/Rating: R. Bare description of sexual act, but quite twisted.
Feedback: Hit me.
I'm beautiful. Sure. I tell myself that all the time. I'm irresistible.
If only to scrub the harsh sting of defeat harder into my skin.
I laugh, sitting on a stool by the bar. Men flock around me, like moths to a candle.
Everyone loves me.
Throwing their arms around my shoulders-- their arms are too heavy or too slight, nothing like his. Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier. You want to know the dictionary definition of apotheosis? It's Heero Yuy. Their smell, thick sweat or light cologne, nothing like him. nothing like oil and ammunition and old leather. Their eyes-- beguiling, suggestively, glinting in the dim lights-- nothing like the cold of his that could freeze me on contact.
I don't even know what I fell for him. Our personalities are so completely opposite-- the only thing we have in common is the fervor with which we attack our missions. Like water and gasoline. I laugh and correct myself. Fire and gasoline.
The man next to me offers to buy me a drink.
"Shot of tequila," I tell him, staring at the row of empty glasses in front of me. At least eight. He tangles his hands into my long hair. "You sure you can take that much, pretty one?"
"I'm sure," I say, calmly.
This is all a game to me, now. A game to ravage their hearts, like he ravaged mine.
I empty the shotglass.
Leaving me broken, vulnerable.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" he asks.
I'll rip their hearts out, still beating.
"Looking to lose myself," I reply, honestly.
You held my heart in the palm of your fucking hand, Yuy, and you squeezed it, tracking blood on the carpet and clean sheets.
"I'll let you lose yourself," he murmurs, nibbling on my ear.
I can be beautiful to them. As beautiful as you were. are. to me.
I look into his eyes. "What makes you think you have what it takes?" I ask coolly, in a perfect semblance of your voice. He looks at me, dazed, offended, but recovers. "I think I know, baby," he says.
I get up. Revenge is sweet on these souls, but there's something sweeter on my mind.
"You don't," I say, and walk out, sparing him heartbreak. Not out of pity, though. I need harder prey.
I ring the doorbell to his apartment and laugh, bitterly. Was it because I wasn't innocent enough? Oh, Heero. I know I looked innocent-- those deep, candid eyes of mine, the earnest tones of my voice-- but I guess I wasn't. I guess you were surprised when I finally got you into bed and I was the seducer. I guess you wanted someone you could corrupt and violate, and I didn't fit the bill.
You'd be surprised at what my childhood was like.
I laugh again. Not that you'd ever ask.
So you chose him. I couldn't believe it-- I loved him like a friend, but he ripped you from me-- those large, innocent eyes. so much like mine, but so unalike as well. He answers now, surprised to see me. I walk in, uninvited. I don't need an invitation.
Did you just know, when we made love, that it wasn't my first? That you weren't my first? Did that scare you?
I touch his cheek, wordless, a gentle caress.
I know the value of a gentle caress. Your touches were always rough. I longed for something silken, soft. Just like I know he must long for it.
And kiss him, stroking his lips.
He gives a strangled, protesting cry. but doesn't struggle when I pull him into my arms.
This is too easy, being the seducer, when I know exactly what he craves-- the gentleness you can't provide. I wrap my hands in his arm, and we make our way blindly to the bedroom, clothes trailing behind us.
I chuckle inwardly. You can't be gentle. You can't be submissive.
I pull him on top, seeing the longing in his eyes.
The fluid motion of our bodies working together, sweating together, climbing higher and higher.
But still. Heero Yuy, the Flawless Lover. Like a machine, right?
I pace myself to his thrusts, time my release with his.
He thinks he's in control. He thinks this is his own game.
You taught me how to play this game so well.
I wrap my limbs around him, basking in the afterglow. something you never do. The door creaks open and I can't restrain the smirk on my face as your stunned expression looks at the scene in front of you-- your lover, in my arms.
"Duo."
Your eyes hit mine.
"Relena, why? How?"
I shrug and nonchalantly pick my body up from the tangled sheets. "How?"
My eyes meet you as I begin pulling on underwear, clasping my bra, fumbling for my underwear under the bed. "How? Heero. I learned from the best."
Yeah. I'll rip your hearts out. Every last one.
The End
Relena seems like the vengeful type, dontcha think? Don't get me wrong... *I'm* also the vengeful type. ::winks::
Jay
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