10-Jan-2001
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 6
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, angst, dark
Pairings: 6x2
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//Zechs caressed Duo's face lovingly as he maneuvered himself so that he was sitting in a comfortabel position on one of the pillows. Duo followed his every move, and obediently stretched himself over Zechs' lap so that he could look over his left shoulder and see him concentrating on his smooth, pale flesh.
The man was agonizingly slow, caressing Duo's skin with a gentle hand, running his touch over every inch of his lower back to his thighs, and giving no indication of when or where the first blow would strike.
Duo tensed slightly as Zechs let his nails trail up Duo's flesh, leaving reddened streaks. That was when the first blows showered down. It was a succession of three. Each one drew a short gasp from the younger man who writhed almost happily in the grip of his lover. "So good... Ah, Zechs... More!" The large hands of the older man took their time. They caressed lovingly, patted teasingly, and slapped voraciously, arousing a million conflicting feelings in both of them.
Zechs watched the rapidly redenning flesh with silent admiration, keeping a close eye on Duo's reactions as well. He seemed to be absorbing it all with a cacophany of moans, grunts, and soft cries, along with mumbled words that only served to entice Zechs to continue.
He happily ran a hand up Duo's back and let one hand snake into the long gold-streaked hair, gripping at it near his scalp as he let another string of slaps fall on the boy's behind. It was flushed a lovely pink now, but not nearly the deep scarlet he preferred. Licking his lips, he leaned down nearer to Duo's ear. "I'm going to do it hard now. I'm not going to stop until I'm satisfied. Don't yell too loudly, my beautiful one." Duo whimpered and nodded, careful of the hand still tangled in his hair.
And, as promised, Zechs hand began to rain blows upon him in a continuous pattern, Duo continuing to whimper and moan as his legs kicked in vain.
Duo bit down on his bottom lip, trying in vain not to cry out, but he couldn't help it. Each hit seemed to have more force and power behind it, rocking his hips against Zechs' leg, arousing him even further as he began to shout incoherant phrases to the rooftops. Finally, Zechs stopped the blows, and let his hand caress the cheeks and the tops of the thighs again, tracing small patterns and words into the flesh. "There we go. A brilliant red. And, we didn't even have to use any fancy toys like Yuy. Good slaves and masters don't need those. They rely on self-control."
Duo panted quietly, his cries tapering off. "Better...not..." He attempted to catch his breath. "Let Heero...hear you say...that."
Pulling Duo up and into his arms, Zechs kissed him firmly. "Silence, you remember."
Duo pretended to pull a zipper across his lips, then leaned in, nipping gently at Zechs' neck. "Will you take me now?"
"Mmm..." Zechs murmured, running a hand through his tangled locks. Instead of an answer, he simply lowered Duo to the floor and kissed him gently, tracing his fingers up his side and smiling.
"Is that a yes?" Duo squirmed under Zechs' gaze, and the gentle assault of his fingers. "'Cause, if it's a no, I think I could still be happy."
"I don't doubt that you could be..." Zechs smiled. "But it's a most definite yes."
"Oh, good! You're not going to make me wait, are you?" Duo gave his lover a seductive grin, complete with tongue sneaking out to moisten his lips. "C'mon... We don't know how long we have left."
Zechs cocked an eyebrow. "You're so eager, Duo...perhaps I should go about this dry?"
Duo's eyes widened. "Actually, you can take your time, I mean...who'm I to rush things?"
But a malicious smiled lurked on Zechs' face. "But, if the fucker takes time to prepare the fuckee dry, the fuckee is just as happy as if he was all lubed up. It's one thing if you're tight as a screw, it's another if you're ready for it."
"Uh!" Duo protested. "Promise me I'll be able to walk?"
Zechs looked serious for a moment. "I'll have to put you back on the chair anyway. That'll only take a moment. The door to this building creaks loudly enough that I can just slide you on. You'll get lube then... but you won't need it by the time I'm through with you. Just promise me you'll trust me and go with it, no matter what I do."
Duo bit his lip and his eyes widened as he contemplated. "I...I promise." He whispered, unsuredly, after a moment.
Zechs began to kiss him softly. His fingers trailed over every bit of Duo's body, massaging out every bit of tension. After ten minutes of this soft treatment, Duo's body was fluid in his arms as he arranged the boy on the pillows in the desired position, knees drawn up and away from his body, entrance exposed, and not nearly as tight as it had been minutes earlier.
Duo was calm against the satin pillows, letting things go as they would, without complaining or urging. He wasn't sure what would happen, but knew that he couldn't let the relaxation leave his body just yet. That was when he felt Zechs kiss his thigh softly. He dared not open his eyes. He was here to feel.
The trail of kisses extended up his leg, coming to his apex with a glancing lick. Instinctively, Duo knew that he wasn't getting blown out of this, so Zechs only had one direction to go. He felt the tongue brushing against him, and merely enjoyed the feeling. His relaxed body made no attempt to tense up, and Duo was thankful for it, as Zechs' toungue entered him, a strong, flexible phallus of sorts. Zechs had been correct. True BDSM only required a willing master, a willing slave, and their willing bodies and minds. The body could be used as an incredible torture device, and anything could be made into a pleasureful experience.
Duo sighed happily as the tongue snaked in further, edging about his rim, making him fully comfortable with anything and everything that Zechs might do to him.
Feeling the final bit of tension leave Duo's body, Zechs pulled away, letting his tongue remain moving along Duo's flesh as he moved up his body and positioned himself, his hard, dripping cock sliding into place without resistance.
Duo moaned softly, letting the sensations play over his features for Zechs to see. "This is..."
"Shh..." Zechs continued to place kisses along Duo's neck, occasionally biting into the flesh and savoring the way the veins pulsed beneath his lips. When Duo was silent again, Zechs began to rock his hips. His momentum gained, and he pulled out almost all of the way, then slowly pushed back in, attempting to let his precum act as the only bit of lubrication that was needed.
Duo began to moan again, the sounds barely passing his lips in their softness. Yet, Zechs heard every bit. His hips moved faster, his knees and feet helping to brace him as every set of motions tried to be faster, harder, more perfect than the one before.
The pair rocked in harmony, moving so perfectly within the law of opposites that both parties knew that the pace, the perfection, could not last. But, they continued, even in their knowledge, for they also knew that when the perfection ended, it would come with something even better than perfect.
Their movements were quick, precise, and designed only to bring about the fullest amount of pleasure in the least amount of time. However, time was all but forgotten by the coupling pair as they writhed and moaned, sweat-slicked bodies sliding in a forbidden dance giving gentle whispers of hints of unknown pleasure still to come.
Enraptured with the soft moans that Duo allowed through, Zechs clasped strong fingers about the outsides of his thighs, quickening his movements even more so that now his flesh slapped against Duo's. His pleasure level was rising through the roof, and both of them were panting like all of the oxygen had been sucked from the Earth. Zechs thrust harder still, knowing he had only a few more thrusts left before his mind would be numbed by overwhelming sensation. Duo, too, felt himself on the precipice of the impending orgasm. Zechs thrusts were nudging against his prostate, and he could no longer think clearly as he thrust back with as much force as Zechs thrust forth, searching for the final step to the greatest beyond.
With a mind-blowing pseudo-collapse, Zechs stepped over the edge of the impending pleasure, embracing the sensation of Duo milking him for all he was worth. When Duo felt the other man come inside him, jetting out that warm liquid he was truly so fond of, he gave chase to his own cusp of pleasure, finding it with only the slightest movement, succumbing to all of its charms and spilling himself over his own stomach.
The pleasure lived on in glorious aftershocks, caressing their minds and bodies with the gentle presence of one another. Zechs slowly pulled himself from Duo, hearing a soft gasp from the younger man as he did so. He crawled backward a tiny bit and began to lick away the residue of Duo's pleasure, fathoming how anything could be quite so exquisite as the creature beneath him.
Duo smiled. "You remembered."
Zechs nodded and continued to clean up his partner. When he was finished, he sat up and smiled, pulling Duo into his arms once again. "Of course I remembered. It isn't often I get to start to train the most wonderful slave I've ever had, and then his friends break him out against his will. Why didn't you come back?"
Looking small and innocent in the larger man's arms, Duo nestled himself against the broad chest before him, absently flicking at a nipple. "It just seemed... odd. I was sort of screwed in the head from the war. I didn't know what I wanted. I realized about a month ago that what I wanted was you. No one else can make me look forward to the smacks and chains and... I actually looked for you, but I couldn't find you. Then, I see you at the door and I'm with someone else trying to train me... It's stupid, but even though I wasn't going along with it, I felt like I was betraying you. I only wish they hadn't come along to save me that time. Maybe we could have been together..."
Silencing Duo with a kiss, Zechs pulled away and smiled. "We can be together. Just, give Heero a chance. Prove him wrong about all of his little toys. Show him the true way, and then... Then, my darling, I'll come for you and take you away, and then I'll train you properly."
Duo nodded, his expression one of vague happiness. "Heero will be back soon." Zechs nodded, his expression solemn. "You should help me back up into that chair thing. I really don't mind it too much when you're with me."
Zechs smiled and helped the way up from the pillows, and over to the chair, lifting him up and setting him down with care so that the phallus slid back into him slowly. Duo moaned softly as it settled in to the hilt, then allowed Zechs to place the rest of the bonds back on him, securing them, and locking them into place.
Then, Zechs walked over and put his clothes back on, and picked up the mug of coffee he'd set down on a table. "Hmm... it's cold. No wonder."
And, then, they heard the squeak of the door, the padded footsteps down the hall, and a hard knock on the door and the shout of, "Zechs, open this up. I'm in a pissy mood."
Duo smiled. "Does this mean you're going to whip me? Can we try the cat-o'nine-tails?"
Zechs opened the door, and Heero glared at him. "What the hell did you do to my slave while I was gone? Give him some sort of pep talk?"
//END FLASHBACK\\
End Part 6
(:./jennykim/break6)
