25-Jan-2002
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 8
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, angst, dark, lemon
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no
money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Inspired by Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy... to a
point. Oh, and, a slight language warning.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Title pulled from Tori Amos... "Riot Poof" off of "to venus
and back". C&C appreciated... required if you want more. *chibi
fangirl glare* Oh, and, sorry this took so long! I've been quite busy
on other projects, plus a big block of time where I pursued some
other fandoms and an even bigger block of time where I just wasn't
writing much of anything at all. So, thanks for waiting?
\\START FLASHBACK//
The hinges of the bathroom door squeaked badly enough that Duo called out "Hey, Heero, do you have a can of WD-40 around here somewhere?" as he walked toward the kitchen, hair firmly wrapped up in the only towel that Heero had in the bathroom. He didn't mind being nude, it was just a lot more fun when he *wanted* to have the person in front of him looking at him and watching his every move.
When he stepped through the kitchen door, he saw Heero in a state of what one might call distress. His knuckles were white, clutched around a cup of coffee that was probably burning hot. He was looking down into the hot liquid as if he thought it might give him some answers that Duo couldn't; Zechs couldn't... He looked friendless and alone and scared. But, as soon as the door closed behind Duo, Heero jerked up and his expression was back to firm and knowing and somehow seductive and drawing.
Duo shut his eyes. "I asked if you had a can of WD-40. The hinges on your bathroom door need it."
Heero snorted. "No. They don't. All of the hinges in this place squeak for one reason and one reason alone. I want to be able to listen to where ever you're going. I'm not particularly fond of my slaves wandering around acting like they own the place when they're mere servents, here to be trained so that they don't screw up the rest of their life with their control issues. Zechs was really bad at that."
Eyes narrowing, Duo thrust his chin into the air in a haughty salute to Heero's words. "He's not bad at anything. I'd say he's better than you."
When the mug hit the table with a loud clanking noise, Duo unconsciously took a slight step back as Heero walked toward him. His breath caught in his throat as the clothed man stalked toward him looking darkly sexy, peeling off his shirt as he walked. He tossed it onto the countertop before standing in front of Duo and grabbing the towel that held up his hair. "You think so, huh?" He tore the towel off of Duo's head and immediately grabbed a handful of hair. "You're a real catch, Duo Maxwell. I realized that the day we won the war. But, I wasn't the only one. No... I was the only one blind enough to have to go that long without realizing it. However, now that I see, I see it more clearly than anyone else.
"You've been improperly trained by people who shouldn't be masters anyway. I can't forgive Zechs the fact that he almost spoiled you for me. I..." With a growl, he turned Duo around and thrust him against the wall, placing his own body behind Duo's, thrusting lightly and running restrained hands over his still-damp flesh while Duo leaned against the wall limply, his eyes wide. "You make me want to lose control, Duo. But, I can't lose it until I know you'll have it to keep me in check. I need you."
Duo gasped, his hips pressing back a bit to meet Heero's shallow thrusts. "Heero..."
"Shut up." Heero took to placing open-mouthed kisses along Duo's neck. "You..." His breathing was heady and warm as each heaving puff enveloped Duo's cooling skin in a gentle embrace. "I need you."
Heero's hands moved to trace in abstract patterns along Duo's torso as he began to drop to his knees behind his newest slave. When he hit the floor, his hands were loose on Duo's hips and he had his cheek pressed lovingly against the back of Duo's thigh.
A moment later, Duo was still leaning against the wall, his eyes wide, his legs spread wider. Heero was licking a soft line along the curve of his cheek, his eyelashes fluttering softly against Duo's bottom. "I need you." Without a warning, his hands curved round to cup Duo's roundest curves, parting them, and delving between them.
His tongue was warm against Duo's skin, tracing a fine line between Duo's parted cheeks and then teasing gently at his earlier-abused opening. Suddenly, Duo felt Heero's hands take tight hold of his hips and wedge him into a better position for the occuring act. It became desperate. Heero's tongue was venturing within him, testing reactions and caressing every surface. He was burrowing for safety, but he was losing his control. His hands were gripping forcefully and Duo could swear that he felt tears caught in the eyelashes that fanned so nicely against his skin.
Heero pulled away momentarily to lay his cheek against his slave's bottom again. "Duo..." He drew in a sharp breath and buried himself withing Duo again. His tongue writhed against stretched muscles and it soothed slightly torn flesh and brushed against every good spot. Duo was beginning to arch into Heero's movements, not minding the bruises already forming from Heero's strong grip or the very act that was being performed on him. And, suddenly, it was gone.
When Duo turned to look, Heero was leaning against the counter, his eyes wide and scared. "You..." His chest was heaving from the labor of his breathing. "I..." Heero glanced down at the floor briefly before turning, grabbing his shirt, and pushing through the kitchen door.
Duo sank to the floor in the kitchen, one hand moving to rub lightly at his hip, but he did not follow, nor did he try to get away. He was a man of his word.
"Heero... I'll try. If nothing else... I will try."
//END FLASHBACK\\
End Part 8
(:./jennykim/break8)
