10-Jan-2001
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 5
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, angst, dark
Pairings: ?x2
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//Duo stirred slightly, moaning through slightly parched lips. He'd seen... someone familiar. He'd fainted. He... He felt the stinging pain of a slap come across his face, then a jolting pleasure from... Oh, yes. The chair. He'd been strapped on a phallus in some sort of swinging sex chair, and then, there was a knock, and Heero answered the door, and...
Still not quite conscious, Duo felt his eyelids being lifted and a penlight being shined in his eyes. He blinked and tried to wave his hands at whoever was doing so, managing to hit an arm. But, the arm wasn't Heero's. Grasping onto the offending wrist, he blinked his eyes into working order and sucked in a deep breath. "Zechs."
The man didn't respond, instead choosing to shake Duo's hand from his wrist and frown at him. Whether it was a frown of compassion or disapproval, Duo couldn't gauge.
Murmuring slightly, Duo reached out for the older man, trying to ignore the sensations the movements brought about. "Please, get me out of here."
Zechs laughed lightly. "Heero, what have you been doing to the poor boy? He's not writhing in passion like you usually have them doing. Don't tell me the prettiest one of all is immune to this."
Heero walked back into the room from the kitchen. He held two mugs of steaming hot coffee, and still only wore pants. "It's his first day. You came at a very special time."
Using every shred of willpower in his body, Duo fought the urge to groan. Zechs accepted the coffee and moved back from Duo, smirking as he made sure to push the swing just a tiny bit, and watching as Duo shivered.
The phone rang, and Heero rolled his eyes. "Probably one of my old slaves. They always want to come back for more. Be right back." He walked back to the kitchen, leaving Duo to clench tightly at the chair as he trembled under Zechs' gaze.
"Don't be scared, Duo." The older man smiled, running a hand almost affectionately through Duo's hair. "Heero's very good."
Duo whimpered. "I don't care. I... I don't feel right about this at all. A bit of exhibitionism... showing off my skills... yeah, I'm cool with that. But, I just know that any minute now I'm going to have a cat-o'nine-tails lashing at my back while I'm chained to the wall like a piece of conceptual art. Please... I'll do anything if you can get me out of this."
Zechs chuckled, taking a long sip of coffee. "Do you have any idea what Heero would do to me if I did that? Besides, he's been looking forward to having you for a very long time. I wouldn't want to spoil his fun."
Feeling sick to his stomach, Duo dug his nails into his palms, swallowing back the sudden acrid taste that covered his tongue with a grimace. "You... he worked with you, didn't he? Like this... You were one of his slaves."
Zechs raised an eyebrow. "Whatever makes you think that?"
"Because any normal person would want to..."
Heero came back in the room, and grabbed his shirt. "I'm needed at work. Some braindead asshole injected the computer system with a virus, and no one else seems to know how to get rid of it. Zechs, would you stay and watch him?"
"Sure, Heero." Zechs smiled. "How long will you be gone?"
"A couple hours, at the most." He pulled on his jacket as he opened the door. "Be good, Duo." With a smirk, he shut it behind him and his footsteps rapidly retreated.
Duo shivered at the short blast of cold air that came into the room. "Zechs... Please, let me down from here. I can't stand it!"
Zechs contemplated. "Well...Heero didn't say that I was allowed to let you down, but he also didn't say that I wasn't allowed to let you down..."
"How long did he expect me to stay up here?" Duo said, his expression debating what was more increduous: the situation, or the idea.
Zechs smiled. "Until you were broken. Usually, his slaves are swinging with abandon at this point, hoping to get off. I think he knew you would be a challenge. I think that's why he was so adamant about getting you."
"He doesn't have me." Duo half growled. "And until I decide, he never will."
The man in front of him began to walk in a circle around him, pushing at the chair slightly, raising all sorts of sensations in Duo. Zechs stopped behind him and began to push the chair as though they were at a playground. And, in a way, Duo supposed they were... if it was a playground for sick, twisted, pheremone-laden adults. But, the sensations were almost comforting. He was starting to become aroused, and briefly wondered what would happen if he asked Zechs to push harder when Zechs asked him something else. "Do you love him? Or, rather, could you?"
Duo broke himself from his thoughts, and made a noise of discontent, startled at the question. "In the war..." He sighed. "He was like my brother, and I loved him then."
"And now?"
"I suppose I could love him. But, I don't want to. This isn't what I want. It never even crossed my mind until he had me sucking his cock on a bus, to tell you the truth! I'm not sure what fucked him up so badly, or why he wants to fuck me up so badly, but he's... He... Harder." Duo gave into the niggling voice in his head asking for those harder pushes.
"As you wish." Zechs pursed his lips in a smile, as he obliged Duo's request. "But he's what?"
Grasping onto the chains that held the chair up, and beginning to rock his hips into the swing, Duo moaned. "Of, fuck whatever the hell he is. Would you mind just grabbing this thing and shaking it real hard?"
Zechs laughed, not cruelly, but with more than a little malice, before removing his hands from the swing altogether. "And where would the self-control be in that?"
Duo groaned and sank down in the chair, testing his bonds once more. "Because I refuse to beg. That's where the self control comes in. Besides, my hands are chained so that I can't touch myself. So, I can sit here and wait to calm down, or you can help me out. Quite honestly, I'd rather not have anything left for Heero when he gets back."
"I really shouldn't..." Zechs contemplated. "But it's not your fault that Heero got called away."
"'Sides, you're prettier. Hell, if you want to whip me, go ahead. It's what I'm used to from the OZ guys. Do what you want with me so that I don't give him any satisfaction when he comes back here expecting to get another piece of ass." Duo's face was slastered with a pleading look that Zechs tried not to look at for very long.
"Oh, hell. I hope Heero doesn't kill me for this. But, he didn't give me any rules, so I'm left to figure out what to do. What a pity. I want to do you."
"Go ahead! I'm saying... yeah! Screw me into next week and spank me until I'm the color of a cherry tomat and then leave me in a corner and make yourself some soup."
Zechs laughed. "Why are you so willing to have me do that to you, but not Heero?"
Duo squirmed in the chair. "Do you really want me to tell you?"
Nodding seriously, Zechs placed his hands on Duo's shoulders. "I probably don't need to know, but yes, I want you to."
"Because I know that Heero doesn't know his own strength. He doesn't realize any of the impact he has on anything. Plus, he's my own age. Something about that just makes me want to run away from it. However, I know you're a psycho freak, but you know what you're doing. I trust you more than I trust him, and I think... at least, from what I've imagined... that trust is an important issue with this. And, I don't think I can trust Heero, and that's why."
Leaning in close, Zechs placed his lips close to Duo's ear. "And, what if you can't trust me?"
"Can I?" Duo whispered back.
Placing soft kisses along Duo's jawline, then down his neck, Zechs released the small lever that unlatched all of the bonds, with the exceptions of the velcro ones. Duo moaned as he felt a short nip at the area of his carotid artery. "You can trust me if I can trust you. It's a two-way street. But, if we do this, I can't just let it be once. And, I can't let Heero find out. I won't make you decide right now, but if at any time you decide it's not worth it, let me know before it's too late. I fall in love far too easy, and far too fast, and I'm quickly becoming smitten with you." He pressed his lips to the pulsing artery beneath Duo's flesh, his eyelashes brushing against the younger boy's jaw.
Duo's eyes fluttered closed at the gentle pressure from Zechs' lips, moving his newly freed arms to grasp the man's hands with his own. "I've always been smitten with you."
Moving around so that he was between Duo's knees, Zechs placed a chaste kiss to his lips. "Promise me you won't tell. We'll have a secret love affair, and I'll see to it that a million viruses get put in at Heero's work. I'll tell him you interest me... remind me of me... something, anything. I'll convince him to let me do some of your training. Anything..."
"I won't..." Duo paused to let Zechs kiss him again. "I won't tell."
"Anything." He murmured one more time, before moving his mouth over Duo's and letting his tongue seek entrance.
Zechs' hands fumbled at the last few restraints, pulling them away. His tongue was insistent throughout, and he revelled in the kiss, feeling the passion that Duo gave off in droves. The restraints pushed out of the way, he grasped under Duo's knees, pulling them over his shoulder. He pulled away from Duo only to whisper "Up you go," before letting his hands trail down to Duo's firm bottom, lifting him from the hated chair. Duo groaned at the uncomfortable sensation, but wrapped his arms around Zechs' neck, leaned into his embrace. When he felt the phallus leave him completely, he moved his knees so that they traced down Zechs' body, lowering himself to the ground. Once his feet touched, he launched himself back into the kiss, trying with all of his being not to beg, not to plead.
Zechs deepened the kiss, ever so slowly bringing Duo to the ground, where the black pillows still lay, strewn about haphazardly. Laying him down, he moved atop him partially, never breaking their lips for more than a few seconds.
The kisses that then trailed their way down Duo's body make him whimper. The kisses were loving. The touch was light. It was entirely maddening, and he wanted more. Zechs teased at his torso, ran fingernails up his sides, slid one knee between his... It was all so much... but not enough. Zechs crawled backward over his body, and leaned down, and licked at his arousal. Duo moaned at that touch, and let one word slip. "Please..."
"As you wish," Zechs repeated for the second time that evening, only this time preparing for a much more pleasant task, as he let his lips close over Duo's erection.
Duo gasped. "No... I... I want *you*. I want you to take off your clothes, and... Make love to me. Please... *Please*... I... I'm begging you. I don't beg! Please..."
Pulling off, Zechs laughed a little. "I know you don't, Duo. I'm surprised that you did."
"But...will you?" He whimpered softly.
"Of course." Zechs smiled.
Duo smiled, though he looked ready to cry, and watched as Zechs stood. His clothing was discarded, and he was left gloriously nude and almost shimmering in the dimmed light of the room. "You're beautiful."
Kneeling on one of the pillows, Zechs kissed the brunette softly. "So are you. But, you... Would you really not mind if I spanked you?" Blushing slightly, Duo shook his head. Zechs smiled more broadly. "We'll have so much fun together, my little lover. The world may never know, but the best secrets can't be told."
//END FLASHBACK\\
End Part 5
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