27-Oct-2003
Title: Gundam Wing's Greatest Hits: Poisoned
Author: Arithion/Arithkenshin (series co-authored with CleverYoungThief)
Email: arithkenshin@yahoo.co.uk
Rated: NC17
Pairings: ?x2x?
Archives: http://www.goldenyaoihuggle.com/welcomepage.htm , http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/ under Arithkenshin
Disclaimer: Don't rub it in... I don't own em, getting no cash from this... and I don't own the song either. Alice Cooper does... it's Poison
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Angst
Summary: Duo has someone waiting for him on returning home from a mission
Notes: *glomps* CYT... beta/muse/songfic-bunny-planter extraordinaire. *hugs* hon... and thanks a bunch for being so great at it.
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I hear footsteps ascend outside long before the door opens. I know the murmurs will start in my head again. I also know I will successfully ignore the warnings they give.
It appears Duo is back from his mission.
My eyes are glued to his frame as soon as he walks into the house. He knows it. He uses it. It's how he uses me and for some reason I let him.
Better to be used than wasted.
Your cruel device
Those hips of his are lethal, the braid even more so. It's like he has secret weapons and he damn well knows it. He looks at me, but past me. Almost as if he doesn't see me when I know fully well that he does. There is a light in those violet eyes-a hunger-and it makes me shudder.
It makes me want him more than ever.
Your blood like ice
Suddenly I feel cold. That gleam in his eyes is nothing but predatory. He manages to do that to me all the time. Look at me, capture me and hold me there. Fully aware of the control he has over me, the unfair advantage that his smile gives him. Though the smile never reaches his eyes. They don't sparkle. They're empty. Like an ice chasm of a different hue.
It engulfs me,
One look could kill
I know he can kill with a glance. I've seen him do it. It paralyses the people he is attacking. If they could only see his face to realise what it is he is doing to them. It saps at their will, draws them into his grasp as he plays with them like the dolls they truly are. A snap of that scythe and he cleaves them in half, ending their lives so quickly it makes me shudder to think of it.
Duo Maxwell, my god of death.
My pain, your thrill
Every time he leaves my bed, it hurts. I can't admit that to him; he would think I am weak and that is something I don't need him to know. He has enough control over me as it is, I can't give him that last little bit. Duo's focus is on the buzz that what we have gives him. An element of danger, an element of addiction; it's like a drug that will only be over if one of us dies, or we lose the war.
It's a drug I wouldn't give up for the world.
I want to love you, but I better not touch
Then there are times when he looks at me and I catch a glimpse of what he could be, of what we could have, if circumstances had been different. But they aren't, and something whispers to me.
(Don't touch)
I can't love him, it's not allowed in this game. At least, I can't tell him that I love him out loud. As talented as he is, he cannot read my mind, so it is there that my true feelings reside. It's there I will cry over what we can't be for each other. But no one else can see this; no one else can know this.
It's where I can grieve.
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
Holding him is wrong, at least out here, where the others could see. And I know that. He is heading towards the room we share, and I can see what he is doing in my mind's eye. Stripping off his clothes in that sensual way that only he knows how. I can feel my pants tighten just at the thought of witnessing his alabaster flesh. I can almost feel the silky smooth touch of his skin against mine.
I have to suppress a groan.
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
It was all I could do to not run to him and shove him against the wall when he walked in. I wanted to kiss him, ravish him, and let everyone in the world know that he is mine once he crosses that threshold. He commands me because he makes me want him.
(Too much)
But want in and of itself is also a tool to use. I know how to do things to him that make him want to command me, that make him want to be mine. The feel of him pumps through my veins and I move towards the bedroom.
I can hear the shower running.
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
The urge to kiss him is even stronger. My body reacts to him every time, my mind follows, and I try to ignore my heart. And every time it's a new seduction, but I think that is the part of the game he enjoys the most. I know it's one of my favourites.
Heat clouds billow out of the bathroom.
You're poison runnin through my veins
I have to groan. The fact that I know exactly what he looks like in all his true and natural beauty doesn't help my cause. He is toxic and yet I can't help but want to draw him into me. To make him a part of me and never let go.
He holds me captive.
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
It's like I'm bound, but not against my will. I want him. I can't wait. Now the water isn't running anymore. I won't wait and I enter the room.
He turns to look at me, already partially dressed. His look is somewhat surprised. I rarely catch him off guard, so it's somewhat of a treat for me. I frown though; he was obviously going to go out.
His lean torso is covered in a black lace crop top. If it makes me drool, imagine what it would do to the starving masses out there. I look up to meet his violet gaze, and I know my own doesn't seem impressed.
He seems a little flushed. As if he thought he could just come and go when I haven't seen him in days. Just because the others don't know, doesn't mean I will relinquish what we have.
Duo starts to speak. "I was just... "
But I don't let him get any further...
Your mouth, so hot
I claim his mouth with mine. Forcing my tongue inside and exploring that warm heaven I have come to know so intimately. He welcomes me, and I can feel the grin of triumph on his lips.
It's still the game, our game.
Your web, I'm caught
Despite my best efforts, we usually play by his rules. I just sometimes alter the circumstances. I'm his as much as he is mine, no matter how much we both try to deny the fact. We know it.
We're caught in this web we weave.
Your skin, so wet
My hands start to roam, slicking over his still damp skin. I can't tell whether it's from the water, the steam or if he's sweating. It's probably a mixture of all three, but I don't care. It turns me on. He moans into my mouth and I smile.
The ever-vocal lover...
Black lace on sweat
His crop top is sliding and obstructing my access to his nipples. Lace rips so nicely, very nicely. He can't help moaning despite the slight cluck of loss that he makes. If the sound didn't make me lose control, his words certainly would.
He whispers. "Take me... "
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
It's all the permission I need. Loss of control is erotic for him, and it is no less for me. We have to maintain so much control in battle, this is a well needed release. I push him against the vanity and brace myself against him.
My mouth plunders his as my fingers search his body. Something slick meets my fingertips and I grin into his mouth. He knows why I smile and I can feel him smile shyly in return. Sometimes his insecurities make me feel safe in what we have.
Maybe he wasn't as surprised to see me as I thought. And I am not going to leave an advantage like that go to waste.
His hands are freeing me, he wants what only I can give him. I move into him and a cry escapes his lips. He bites my lip, urging me to move, and so I do.
Hard and fast, the way we need right now.
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
"Quatre!" His scream is enough to set my blood on fire, making me pound him harder, giving him the pain we both need.
The sound of my name on his tongue is like music to my ears, and I do so love my music. He is everything I need and want. He fulfils me and lets me fill him... in every way.
He is mine.
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I can't allow myself to touch him somewhere that the others might see. They could discover my weakness. But the moment we are alone... that is the moment I can't help myself. And those moments happen over and over again.
I wouldn't change them for the world.
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
I forget that kissing him is addictive. I'm in denial and I revel in it. With every thrust of my hips, every moan of my name and every duel of our tongues, he devours me.
There are parts of him that I know so intimately that it makes me shudder with realisation of how far I have let myself fall.
I'm not even sure if "let myself" is the right term.
You're poison runnin 'through my veins
Our rhythm is primal, heady and purely ours. I can feel his heart beat through every pore of my skin, humming through me; beating just for me. And yet...
I am his in every way.
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
I don't want to finish this in here. Duo opens his eyes in surprise as I pull my mouth away briefly.
"Bedroom... " My breath comes in pants as I speak and I see Duo's face crease in a lustful smile. He wraps his legs around me, fighting to keep me inside him. Though he needn't have worried. There is no way I will relinquish my warm haven.
It's hard to keep balance when lust is pumping through your veins. But I want him on the bed, hair spread around him. I want him underneath me.
The subservience is an illusion.
Poison
He pulls his legs back of his own accord and grins up at me. His gorgeous eyes are clouded with desire, the ice is hidden. His voice is silky smooth when he speaks.
"Deeper Quatre... make me feel... "
It almost makes me come right then and there. But we've been together like this often now. I'm building stamina.
I give him the one thing no one else can.
One look could kill
We are killers. It's what we do for a living, it's how we earn our keep. It isn't exactly something that endears you to the rest of the human race. If you don't tune your feelings out, you're lost, and you'll go insane. For me especially, that is hard.
Here in the bedroom we can be who we are, and I can claim him like I need to.
For a little while we can forget.
My pain, your thrill
I'm not gentle. He rarely likes it gentle... not after a mission. I've bent him almost double, but he is flexible and despite the slight grimace of pain on his face, there is enjoyment evident in his cries.
It hurts me inside, to do this to him. But it's what he needs. And ironically, it's what I need too.
We're a paradox.
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I've never been good at taking my own advice, though I enjoy giving it immensely. I always told myself that I should not go to him. But he is like the light and I was drawn like a moth. It was inevitable, inextricable.
It was fate.
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
Everything about him screams warnings, just like he is at this moment shrieking my name as I pump harder and harder into him. I can see his face, and tell he is close, and so I drop one of my hands...
To bring forth his pleasure.
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
Every time it is like this. Every time he comes I will join him, almost as if we are one in the action. It's highly erotic, highly satisfying.
In hindsight, it is highly unnerving.
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
I lean forward and claim those dangerous lips that drew me to him all those months ago. The passion is rising and I can't help myself. The kiss becomes rough, demanding... for both of us.
I pump him and swallow his scream as he comes between us. One final harsh thrust of my hips and my orgasm hits me as well. His mouth swallows my groan as I send my seed deep into him.
Claiming him again.
You're poison runnin 'thru my veins
The only thing that I never understand is that although this is always my position, it somehow feels as if he is the one filling me. I can feel him in every part of my body, even in my blood.
He owns me and he knows it.
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
But I like it. I like being with him, the feeling that being possessed gives me. The feeling that I get knowing that I can possess him as well, even if it is only for a short time.
I withdraw from him gently, kissing him, looking into sated eyes, which observe my every move.
His smile is his secret weapon.
It's like... poison.
Poison
And I fall for it every time.
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
Lying next to him, I gather him in my arms and kiss his head softly. We both know he'll be sore tomorrow, but we also know it was needed. I know my bed will be empty come dawn and he'll be in his on the other side of the room.
Sometimes I find it strange that he doesn't talk non stop when we are like this. Is it because he feels comfortable, I wonder? I'd like to think so.
His voice is so soft as he snuggles into my side, throwing a leg over me possessively. My time of ownership ended when I emptied myself into him. But I am used to that now.
"Thank you... " It's what he always says... like a ritual... our ritual. So I move to complete it.
"Always."
"Never forget you're mine." There is a smile in his voice, but I know he is deadly serious.
"Never."
His breath evens as he falls asleep.
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I listen to logical reasoning, as long as it doesn't affect me personally. My space heart doesn't let me judge things close to my personal feelings with objectivity. So I say to hell with it.
I'll hold him while I still can.
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I'll kiss him while I can.
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I'll let him devour me for as long as he wants to.
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
If this is hell, I welcome it.
Runnin deep inside my veins,
He's become a part of me.
Burnin deep inside my veins
Etched into my soul.
It's poison I don't want to break these chains
Because together we can feel.
The End
(:./cyt/hits3)
