02-Sep-2000
Title: Breath of Madness 4/?
Author: Hinokumo
Archive: yes, please
Category: Shounen ai, mild angst, OOC?
Pairings: This is gonna be a 1x2 mostly. I've got a 3x4 in mind later. Sorry, Wufei fans.
Rating: PG-13? I don't know, I'm not good at ratings
Warnings & Disclaimers: If you don't like shounen ai--boy are you in the wrong place--don't read any further. Lime? Mild language. These bishounen are not mine, just borrowing them.
Notes: When Heero and Duo return from a mission, they find their friends behaving strangely. And they're stuck right in the middle.
Duo choked on the gag. He could not remember a time when he had been more fully shamed and embarrassed as he was now, especially with Heero's eyes about to fall out of their sockets. He did not know whether to be pleased or upset when Heero lowered his gun.
"Drop it and let Trowa bind you. And don't try anything," the blond Arabian instructed.
Oh, gawd--this is sooo not happening, Duo screamed to himself as he watched Trowa bind Heero with some cuffs, a twelve-inch steel cord connected to each wrist, and shove him in Duo's general direction. Duo gazed up at Heero, who stood over him with an unreadable expression on his face. Heero did not seem to know what to do next. Duo tried to spit the gag out of his mouth, but froze when Heero kneeled before him, glaring a moment at Quatre, then reached to remove the cloth.
"Heero! What's going on?" Duo practically squeaked with nervousness and panic.
"Urusai," said Heero softly.
This was insane; Heero would not go through with it. And, as crazy as it was, Duo wanted him to--but because he knew that Heero would be repulsed with him for life, he had to do something to forget the ache in his chest and to try to calm the pounding of his blood in his veins. So he babbled.
"Heero, I know you don't want to do this, so why don't you--"
"Quiet, Duo. We want you to do something else with that big mouth of yours."
Duo turned as red as the shirt he'd been wearing earlier. Then purple when Heero, after giving Quatre another Death Glare, put his bound arms over Duo's head and moved them down to the small of his back. Duo shivered. So much for quelling his pulse.
Then Duo got angry. They were forcing Heero to do this. Each initiative that Heero took for his sake would further humiliate and injure the Wing pilot's pride. Duo would not allow it--if one of them had to take the fall, it would be him. Besides, Heero probably could have taken out Quatre and Trowa both if he had not cared whether Duo died in the scuffle. Maybe.
So Duo took the next step. Leaning in quickly, he planted a ghost of a kiss on Heero's lips. Despite being nervous, he had to grin--the look of startlement on Heero's face was priceless. Ignoring the hungry stares of Quatre and Trowa, Duo brushed kisses along Heero's jaw, working patiently to the ear facing away from the other two pilots.
He pretended to nibble on Heero's ear while whispering, "I know you're gonna kill me for this later, but just play along."
Heero's body lost some of its rigidity.
"Let down my hair--there's a pick at the base of my skull," he breathed quietly.
Duo felt Heero nod slightly and tighten his grip momentarily. He hoped Heero did not get too close or too carried away with 'playing along,' otherwise he would see just how much Duo was enjoying this. If he hasn't noticed already. The thought was both terrifying and exciting. Duo shivered again and softly bit the life pulse on Heero's neck, eliciting a surprised gasp, as Heero began undoing his hair, dark fingers surprisingly gentle as they separated the strands.
The American continued his assault like a condemned man savoring his final meal. Might as well enjoy it, he thought grimly. This would probably be his first and only close personal contact with the beautiful Wing pilot, since he was dead meat as soon as they got out of this.
What exactly was this, anyway? Betrayal? A joke? Or just the real personalities of their comrades coming through? They would figure that out later--if there was a later. Or if Heero left any of them alive.
He flicked his tongue over the sweet/salty skin at Heero's collarbone, enjoying the almost inaudible intake of breath it caused. Whether from pleasure or shock he was not sure--but he could pretend. Duo did not try to kiss Heero's mouth again for several reasons. One was that he would not force Heero to do anything he did not want to, and the other was simple. He was afraid to see rejection and disgust in Heero's eyes.
By the time he reached the base of Heero's jaw again, the Wing pilot had completely loosened Duo's hair, the soft chestnut strands feathering across his arms and sliding like silk toward his face.
Strong hands suddenly gripped the hair at the base of his head, pulling his lips away from Heero's flesh with a gasp, and forcing him to stare directly into the Japanese pilot's intense cobalt eyes. Lips swollen and amethyst eyes wide with trepidation, Duo searched Heero's countenance for the rage he knew was coming. But Heero's face was as expressionless as always. The only detectable differences were the slight flaring of his nostrils as he took short, deep breaths, and pupils that dominated his gaze like twin black holes. Was he angry or was he responding to this?
Duo opened his mouth to say something, but found all attempts at communication blocked by Heero's mouth covering his.
"Mmmph..." Duo couldn't help but moan with pleasure as Heero began exploring his mouth with his tongue. He never would have guessed Heero was such an experienced kisser! He trembled as Heero's hands moved down his back in slow, sensuous circles. Discarding his earlier policy of 'no mouth,' he began his own assault on Heero's tongue. They battled for a short while before Duo was granted access to the Wing pilot's mouth, which he gladly plundered after softly nibbling on Heero's lower lip. He tasted good, like vanilla and cinnamon. Kinda like my stash of mint candies, part of Duo's mind thought with a grin.
Duo was so completely immersed in what they were doing that he forgot the original plan and whimpered when Heero finally broke the kiss and moved to his ear. Only when the felt something metallic placed in his bound hands did he snap back to reality. Under cover of Duo's mane, Heero had freed himself. Duo gasped when Heero bit his earlobe gently.
"I'll take Quatre. Wait till I move before you do." Duo felt his bonds loosen as Heero released him as well. This was it. No more playtime.
It all happened so fast. Looking back on it, Duo knew it was a crazy and desperate thing to do--they were at a major disadvantage and both Quatre and Trowa were well competent in combat. It was fortunate that they were not killed.
With sudden agility worthy of any cat, Heero dove for Quatre, who had let the gun slide down to his side during their little performance. At the same time, Duo was already moving for Trowa, flinging the cuffs at Trowa's head in hopes to distract him enough to disrupt his aim.
It all happened so fast--and Trowa was a damned good marksman. With minimal effort, the tall pilot moved his head to the side to avoid the projectile and let loose one knife in Duo's direction.
Duo cried out in pain and stumbled as it embedded in his right thigh. With horror he saw Trowa throw the other knife with deadly accuracy at Heero, who wrestled with Quatre for the gun.
"Noo!!" he screamed.
With a barely audible grunt of pain, Heero collapsed boneless to the floor.
Duo gasped in fury and relief--the butt of the knife had struck his head, merely rendering Heero unconscious. Quatre regained his footing and trained the pistol on Duo--not that he could go anywhere. His leg hurt like hell. Especially when Trowa yanked out the knife.
Quatre clucked softly, disapprovingly. "Now look what you two have done."
Was he talking to Duo and Heero, or Trowa?
"You ruined our game--now you'll have to be punished.
Duo gulped.
tbc
Sorry this one's so short. My muse kicked me in the shin and has run off to get drunk at all the frat parties at school, leaving me with all the work. Did I mention college sucks sometimes? Anyways, I hope you like the story thus far. I'm working on the ending, which I should be able to get out in 1 or 2 more parts. Ja ne!
(:./hinokumo/madness4)
