10-Jan-2001
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 4
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, angst, dark
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: This is dark... Hmm... title pulled from Tori Amos... if I'm not mistaken, "Riot Poof" off of "to venus and back". C&C appreciated... required if you want more. *chibi fangirl glare*
\\START FLASHBACK//The walls were black, shot through with patterns of knotted silver thread. There was a distinct lack of actual furniture in the main room... unless the interesting looking swing in the corner could be considered furniture.
Duo continued to look around Heero's apartment, strangely fascinated by the decor. It wasn't a very large room. There was that swing in one corner, a cabinet in another corner, blood red and pitch black satin pillows scattered here and there... The floor was a dark chestnut hardwood with beveled edges that shone in the bit of light cast by an old-fashioned looked chandelier that was suspended from the ceiling. Off to the right was a kitchen which he couldn't see very well, but it appeared to be decorated with green marble in a sea of ice, including frosted panes on the cabinets. There were several other doors leading off from the main room, but the one to the kitchen was the only one that was open.
Heero hung his jacket on the coatrack, then walked over to Duo, pushing him back against the door and pinning him there, one knee between his thighs, as he locked the door. He pulled away and walked to the center of the room. "Come over here, Duo."
Hesitantly, Duo took the dozen or so steps that got him close to Heero. He paused, unsure of what to do next. "Take off your clothes." Those orders were easy enough to follow, he supposed.
Closing his eyes, Duo unbuttoned the choker about his neck, unbuttoning the vest and shrugging it off so that it hit the floor with a swish and a clink as the attached chain fell between the bevels of the flooring. Duo continued, leaning down and untying his combat boots, toeing them off, then pulling off the socks beneath, letting it all fall to the floor. He stood again and unclasped his leather pants, slithering out of the material, revealing his still-raging hard-on. He stepped out of the pants, tossing them with the rest of his clothing and stood unashamed before Heero.
Heero was smiling, lightly licking his lips. "Duo... you are a beautiful slave. Now, be a good boy and put your clothes in the bottom drawer of that cabinet over there, then gather all of the black pillows and bring them over here.
Clearing his throat, but not speaking, Duo picked up every stitch of clothing he'd walked in wearing, and made his way over the the cabinet, opening the bottom of the three drawers beneath the doored-off shelves, and deposited his clothing, making sure that it wouldn't get too wrinkly... as though leather could. He closed the drawer, then stood again, walking silently around the door, picking up several of the black pillows and depositing them near Heero. When he'd grabbed the final one, he walked over and kneeled at Heero's feet, wondering why he wasn't putting up a fight now. Although, he wasn't being asked to do anything too incredibly awful in conparison to earlier. Giving head on a bus! What kind of person demands that?
Heero smiled as Duo kneeled before him without even being asked. "Now, Duo, lay down with one pillow under your head, and another just below it."
Questioning eyes blazing, Duo did as asked. When he looked to Heero again, he saw the man stripping himself of his own clothing, revealing that his erection had been restored. Duo gasped slightly, getting a strong hint of what was about to happen.
Heero approached him and kneeled by his side, running one surprisingly soft hand along his cheek, brushing against his lips with a thumb. Duo moaned at the contact. Pushing Duo's knees up, Heero pulled out a small tube, opening it and spreading a bit on his fingers. He tossed the tube behind him, then began to apply the tube's contents to Duo's entrance. The feelings overwhelming him slightly, Duo realized that Heero was applying lube, preparing him to be taken.
Duo knew the pleasures of this type of sex, but he'd never been on the receiving end before. However, his few former partners had always seemed to enjoy it, and he was being prepared... He'd also heard the horrors of being taken "dry". The thought didn't appeal to him, and the fact that Heero was not taking him in this manner put his mind at ease.
Suddenly, Duo gasped. Heero's fingers had brushed against a nerve center or something, causing him to thrust his hips slightly. He was almost tempted to ask for more, but this was Heero. Heero might give him too much.
Duo moaned as Heero's hand pulled away. "Heero..." A determined grin firmly in place, Heero stood up and made the short move so that he was now standing between Duo's knees. He leaned down, picked up those knees, and pushed them back so that Duo was balanced on his shoulders and his outstretched arms with his knees almost beside his face. Heero straddled him in a wide-legged squat, holding him in place with one hand, and grasping his cock in the other.
From between his own knees, Duo watched the action, felt it... licked his lips and closed his eyes and... there. He felt Heero's member nudging at his opening. It was an odd sensation; a bit like stretching out a charley horse, only not like it in many ways. Heero began to slide in slowly, easing the head past Duo's tight ring.
Duo's eyebrows raised and he clenched his bottom lip between his teeth. Heero noticed this, and with a grin, thrust the rest of the way in. Duo bellowed like a wild animal, his muscles tensing and his heart pounding. Almost immediately, Heero began thrusting in and out, only having to move his hips slightly to accomplish a great deal.
Though he was gasping for air from the pain, Duo felt the pleasure that was emanating through in distinct waves. Or, was the gasping from the pleasure? Duo didn't know, and at the time, he didn't care.
Heero began to rock his hips faster, and Duo began to cry out as the new sensations began to overwhelm him. His prostate was being hit with every thrust, and suddenly, Heero was erupting within him. That sensation alone would take some getting used to. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it felt odd to him. And, before Duo knew it, Heero had pulled away and reached down, grabbing Duo and picking him up. Only a moment later, he began to wonder just where Heero was taking him when he gasped as somethign else entered him. He opened his eyes and looked down, and realized that Heero was strapping him to the swinging chair with an attached phallus... one that seemed to have been made from a mold of Heero's own member. Muttering, "I wouldn't put it past the bastard," Duo began to struggle to get loose, and felt the oddest sensations around in himself. He suddenly wanted Heero to screw him again... or at least push the swing!
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Duo's eyes flew open as Heero walked over the the door, having only pulled on his pants thus far, and open the door. The next thing that Duo saw made him faint, gaining the tiniest bit of pleasure as his body shifted in the swing as all of his muscles went limp.
//END FLASHBACK\\
End Part 4
(:./jennykim/break4)
