10-Jan-2001
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 2
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: shonen ai (uh, sort of?), angst, dark
Pairings: 1+2
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: R
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//"You're here for a reason?" Duo Maxwell stood, drying his hands on a dish towel, gazing at the man just inside his door. He threw the towel on the table by his side and picked up a golden delicious apple, biting into it firmly, the crunch echoing through the dark halls of the small apartment.
"You know why I'm here, Duo." Heero Yuy, wrapped in a warm-looking trenchcoat, leaned against the wall, examining his nails. "You were promised to me if I was a good boy for a little while. I haven't killed anyone in three months. That was our agreed upon time frame."
Duo's eyes were opened wide, unconsciously filling themselves with cleansing liquid that spilled onto Duo's cheeks. "No... but... Heero, you can't do this to me! I made that bet because I thought..."
"You thought I couldn't do it. You thought that I was capable of nothing more than killing, so killing would be all that I could do. Well, I'll tell you something Duo..." With this, he walked up to Duo, grabbing the apple and taking a bite of his own, pressing Duo up against the way, placing one knee between his thighs as he chewed. "I know a little more than just how to kill. Y'know that little about about me being the perfect soldier? Well, a perfect soldier is capable of everything. This means that I can fly anything, fix anything, destroy anything, torture anything, or seduce anything that I need to. And, y'know, I've gotten damn good at that seduction part. And, don't think that once I get 'em in the sack, I don't know what to do with them. I'm a master... in more ways than one. And, you, by your own agreement, will become my slave." He stepped away from Duo slightly, tracing the fall of the tears with his thumbs. "Go put on that leather you wore to the dance club last time we went out. Since I can't parade you through the streets naked, I at least want to enjoy watching you. I promise you'll end up liking this, Duo. Just give it a chance. Sex is like potato chips. Anyone could like it. What I'm about to give you, well, that's anchovies. An acquired taste.(1) Now... leather. And, don't bother wearing anything under it. Once we get back to my place, you'll be taking it off anyway."
His face displaying ultimate disgust in himself and the man before him, Duo shivered slightly. "All right, Heero. I'll play your game for now. But, don't fuck with me. I agreed to try you out as a lover on your terms. Remember that. Lover... you screwed-up asshole!"
Heero took another bit of the apple. "Duo... you disappoint me. Go change. We have a bus to catch."
Stepping past Heero, his lip twitching in his disgust, Duo headed to his room. Several minutes later, he reemerged, wearing a skintight set of pants and a vest. The pants flared slightly at the bottom, ghosting out over the laces of his combat boots. The vest ended just above his navel, cut to show that very bit of himself, but tapered so that it covered his back. It ran low in a v-neck between the planes of his chest, and exposed a good amount of soft skin before the final touch: a leather choker with a chain attached to it, trailing down his front, landing with a swish at mid-thigh. "There, Heero. Are you happy now?"
Taking another bite of the apple, Heero walked forward, his eyes caressing the vision before him. He circled the figure, chewing in amusement. He paused momentarily behind Duo, pulling out the band which held his silky hair in its customary braid. The hair was so fine and silky that it fell from the braid immediately, requiring only a few motions of Heero's hands before it rested in full waves across Duo's back. "Oh, you don't know how happy you've made me, Duo. I'm the happiest man in the world. Do you begrudge me that?"
Stepping away from Heero, trembling slightly, Duo headed for the door. Let's get this over with. I never, in my life, expected you of all people, to do this."
Cupping one of Duo's buttocks in his hand, Heero smiled. "Be proud. You're the reason I stopped killing."
"You act like killing is right along the lines with smoking cigarettes or drinking alcohol. And get your hand off my ass!"
Heero sidled up to Duo, pressing a now-obvious erection against the lesather-cloaked bottom. "I have every right to have my hand and any other part of myself that I so choose on or in your ass. Now, shut up and begin to learn your place. I give you orders, you follow them, and then we're both very happy boys. Now, do what I want you to. Be quiet, look pretty, wiggle your hips when you walkand let's get out of here because you'll like this better at my place. I promise."
Bile rose in Duo's throat, but he did not make a sound, only opened the door and stalked down the hallway like a supermodel, hips swaying, no smile, displaying himself quite nicely. "Mmm... Duo, you don't know what you do to me. But, gods, I love what you do." Heero followed fast, careful to lock Duo's apartment behind him.
//END FLASHBACK\\
End Part 2
Notes:
(1)- The idea comes from Tori Amos... saying that her music is an acquired taste, while a lot of music is something that anyone can appreciate.
(:./jennykim/break2)
