PREQUEL TO VIOLATE YOU.
Discalimer: do not own GW characters.
K, now, this fic has implied m/m sex and other stuff so, if you are not into *giggles "into"* that then don't read this.
KNW: thanks for the advice; hope the prequel explains it a bit more. Tell me watcha think.
Tigre: No, your review doesn't count ^_^
Ami Winner: Calm down, I'm writing, I'm writing, just been delayed.
Kei Tsukasa: Alright, Alright *removes you from leg* I will continue. More than eight reviews are welcomed! And the pic and deleted scenes will be added in chapter two hopefully!!! ^_^ Ja Ne!
Mystik-chan: Yeah *drools* I know, I makes ya speechless huh?! He'll be wearing more cool stuff as the story continues.
Jefcat: Thanks. I did kinda just rush into this a bit. Hope the prequel explains it a bit more.
Rd: Thanks, glad you liked it!
Fabi-chan: Lol, interesting, hm nice wording, no really, thank you for the review!
Redroe23102: Turns out I did get 8 but if I for some reason can't write on ff.net anymore, I'll try to send it to you k?
YOU MADE A MONSTER OUT OF ME
He sat quietly, reveling in the peaceful silence that surrounded his mind. The sun shined upon him in warm tranquility. The handsome Japanese pilot stretched himself out and lay back on the window seat, hands laced neatly behind his head, one leg crossed over the other. This was a side no one had ever seen of Heero Yuy. And no one would since he had unconsciously locked the door.
He didn't want it that way, he wanted to be nice, wanted to be calm, desperately wanted to be free. But he couldn't.
"Hello Heero." The boy spun around gun aimed at the cloaked figure approaching him. He put it down in disgust knowing full well that a bullet wouldn't do anything. "Go away." Heero sat down and put his head in his hands. "Aaaaww Heero my baby. I want to help."
"Go.Away."
"But I love you."
"Leave me alone!" The figure approached and ran a large hand through the boy's silken brown strands. He turned to hit the cloaked man but his hand sailed through thin air, even though the other hadn't moved at all. "You know that won't help." The man removed his hood, face broke into a smile. "P-please, leave me alone." Heero was helpless. Nothing his instincts could do would help him now. All of his training, all of his darkness had turned into this man, made him, created him and now Heero Yuy was haunted by himself.
The young man smiled and removed his cloak. Everything about him said 'Heero'. An exact replica. Same hair, same depthless blue eyes, same body, same soul. The only thing apparently different was their clothes. But deep down Heero knew that their personalities clashed, nothing about their character matched up.
The real Heero Yuy was calm, shy, nice, caring... human. The dark man was cold, mean, abrupt, always caring about the mission before his friends and the thing that scared Heero most was the dark /Heero's/ sudden need for pleasure, and for causing other people pain. To be honest Heero thought of his other self as rather sadistic.
The Dark /Heero/ moved closer and sat on the window, pulling Heero onto his lap. "Stop. Please!" this was something that Heero hated, the fact that the dark man could touch him, and he could FEEL the other man but Heero couldn't do anything to stop him. He felt the mans obvious arousal grinding against his leg. "Please! STOP.IT!!"
"Oh, now dear. Be calm."
"No. NO NO NO NO!! Leave me alone!" His attempts were futile, soon the boy found himself on his back, hands pinned roughly above his head. The dark /Heero/ was pulling out an object, he couldn't exactly tell what it was. The object glimmered in the sun, a... a dagger?!
Heero writhed, trying desperately to remove himself from his own grasp. "No! PLEASE! NO D-nnnnggg!" the knife blade cut through his chest. "ah ah! Aaaa, please stop! Please-please." He gave up and started to sob. His blood trickled down his side and he was thoroughly surprised when a hot tongue began to lick it up.
Truth be told, Heero was extremely freaked out, being licked by yourself is weird and creepy but when your other self is finding it pleasurable, that's even worse.
"No. no nononononono." He continued on like that as that soft, slick mouth worked its way towards his chest. "nonononono" closer "nonononono-aaah." Moistness enveloped a sensitive nipple, it hardened from the touch. Heero tried again to release himself from those hands, tried so hard to deny himself pleasure. "STOP!" he got his wish. The warmth faded away and he gave into pain and cold.
The dark man smiled. "Fine. If you aren't in the mood... we'll go to work." His demeanor changed. Now he was the perfect soldier. Hard, cold, emotionless. For now.
Heero backed himself into a corner and tried to disappear. "Heero. I need your body. Remember." His other self stepped towards him "No! No. No." And then it happened.
Heero felt the other man being drawn into him, melding into his body, making him angry again, taking control. Soon he was the only person in the room. The old Heero once again and the real Heero could do nothing, his mind had been reformed, no more nice thoughts, not until the dark man left.
Quatre yawned slightly and opened one eye lazily. He felt a hand shaking him awake. "Wha-?" It was Zechs Marquise. "Your so cute when you sleep." Quatre blushed at the older mans words. "Uh, thanks."
"Especially when you sleep half naked." The boy turned red and ducked his head, quickly pulling the covers over his exposed body. Zechs sat on the edge of the bed a leaned forward. The smaller blonde looked frightened at the closeness and he backed off. "Sorry. I just can't help how much you attract me." Marquise had always fantasized about the boy and he never hid his feelings from the seemingly shy Arab.
He sighed and turned to leave when a small hand caught his arm. He was turned around and found himself laying on top of the boy he dreamed of. Small delicate lips kissed his own and he moaned as he felt Quatre's obvious arousal press against his stomach. "Quatre?" he propped himself up on his hands above the angel. "Yes?" damn, he sounded so innocent. "What are you doing?"
Quatre put out his lower lip and pouted cutely. "You don't like it?" he emphasized the 'it' by thrusting his hips up ward, now rubbing against the older mans cloth covered erection. Zechs hissed in pleasure. "Oh god, I love it."
Zechs Marquise soon found out that Quatre R Winner wasn't so angelic.
Ok ok, I know. Kinda weird and all but whatdya think? It sure explains Heero's behavior later ne? Don't worry tho, this does have a happy (and might I add deliciously sexy) ending. BUT you wont find out unless you review and tell me what's up! What do you think?
Ps. The zechs/quatre relationship is for Tigre. Although let me give you all a spoiler, it doesn't stay a zechs/quatre thing for long. SOOOOO. I need you all to tell me who is the best with Quatre out of Trowa, Heero, Duo or Wufei. Mind you your choices WILL alter everything! So decide carefully!
Ja Ne!
Discalimer: do not own GW characters.
K, now, this fic has implied m/m sex and other stuff so, if you are not into *giggles "into"* that then don't read this.
KNW: thanks for the advice; hope the prequel explains it a bit more. Tell me watcha think.
Tigre: No, your review doesn't count ^_^
Ami Winner: Calm down, I'm writing, I'm writing, just been delayed.
Kei Tsukasa: Alright, Alright *removes you from leg* I will continue. More than eight reviews are welcomed! And the pic and deleted scenes will be added in chapter two hopefully!!! ^_^ Ja Ne!
Mystik-chan: Yeah *drools* I know, I makes ya speechless huh?! He'll be wearing more cool stuff as the story continues.
Jefcat: Thanks. I did kinda just rush into this a bit. Hope the prequel explains it a bit more.
Rd: Thanks, glad you liked it!
Fabi-chan: Lol, interesting, hm nice wording, no really, thank you for the review!
Redroe23102: Turns out I did get 8 but if I for some reason can't write on ff.net anymore, I'll try to send it to you k?
YOU MADE A MONSTER OUT OF ME
He sat quietly, reveling in the peaceful silence that surrounded his mind. The sun shined upon him in warm tranquility. The handsome Japanese pilot stretched himself out and lay back on the window seat, hands laced neatly behind his head, one leg crossed over the other. This was a side no one had ever seen of Heero Yuy. And no one would since he had unconsciously locked the door.
He didn't want it that way, he wanted to be nice, wanted to be calm, desperately wanted to be free. But he couldn't.
"Hello Heero." The boy spun around gun aimed at the cloaked figure approaching him. He put it down in disgust knowing full well that a bullet wouldn't do anything. "Go away." Heero sat down and put his head in his hands. "Aaaaww Heero my baby. I want to help."
"Go.Away."
"But I love you."
"Leave me alone!" The figure approached and ran a large hand through the boy's silken brown strands. He turned to hit the cloaked man but his hand sailed through thin air, even though the other hadn't moved at all. "You know that won't help." The man removed his hood, face broke into a smile. "P-please, leave me alone." Heero was helpless. Nothing his instincts could do would help him now. All of his training, all of his darkness had turned into this man, made him, created him and now Heero Yuy was haunted by himself.
The young man smiled and removed his cloak. Everything about him said 'Heero'. An exact replica. Same hair, same depthless blue eyes, same body, same soul. The only thing apparently different was their clothes. But deep down Heero knew that their personalities clashed, nothing about their character matched up.
The real Heero Yuy was calm, shy, nice, caring... human. The dark man was cold, mean, abrupt, always caring about the mission before his friends and the thing that scared Heero most was the dark /Heero's/ sudden need for pleasure, and for causing other people pain. To be honest Heero thought of his other self as rather sadistic.
The Dark /Heero/ moved closer and sat on the window, pulling Heero onto his lap. "Stop. Please!" this was something that Heero hated, the fact that the dark man could touch him, and he could FEEL the other man but Heero couldn't do anything to stop him. He felt the mans obvious arousal grinding against his leg. "Please! STOP.IT!!"
"Oh, now dear. Be calm."
"No. NO NO NO NO!! Leave me alone!" His attempts were futile, soon the boy found himself on his back, hands pinned roughly above his head. The dark /Heero/ was pulling out an object, he couldn't exactly tell what it was. The object glimmered in the sun, a... a dagger?!
Heero writhed, trying desperately to remove himself from his own grasp. "No! PLEASE! NO D-nnnnggg!" the knife blade cut through his chest. "ah ah! Aaaa, please stop! Please-please." He gave up and started to sob. His blood trickled down his side and he was thoroughly surprised when a hot tongue began to lick it up.
Truth be told, Heero was extremely freaked out, being licked by yourself is weird and creepy but when your other self is finding it pleasurable, that's even worse.
"No. no nononononono." He continued on like that as that soft, slick mouth worked its way towards his chest. "nonononono" closer "nonononono-aaah." Moistness enveloped a sensitive nipple, it hardened from the touch. Heero tried again to release himself from those hands, tried so hard to deny himself pleasure. "STOP!" he got his wish. The warmth faded away and he gave into pain and cold.
The dark man smiled. "Fine. If you aren't in the mood... we'll go to work." His demeanor changed. Now he was the perfect soldier. Hard, cold, emotionless. For now.
Heero backed himself into a corner and tried to disappear. "Heero. I need your body. Remember." His other self stepped towards him "No! No. No." And then it happened.
Heero felt the other man being drawn into him, melding into his body, making him angry again, taking control. Soon he was the only person in the room. The old Heero once again and the real Heero could do nothing, his mind had been reformed, no more nice thoughts, not until the dark man left.
Quatre yawned slightly and opened one eye lazily. He felt a hand shaking him awake. "Wha-?" It was Zechs Marquise. "Your so cute when you sleep." Quatre blushed at the older mans words. "Uh, thanks."
"Especially when you sleep half naked." The boy turned red and ducked his head, quickly pulling the covers over his exposed body. Zechs sat on the edge of the bed a leaned forward. The smaller blonde looked frightened at the closeness and he backed off. "Sorry. I just can't help how much you attract me." Marquise had always fantasized about the boy and he never hid his feelings from the seemingly shy Arab.
He sighed and turned to leave when a small hand caught his arm. He was turned around and found himself laying on top of the boy he dreamed of. Small delicate lips kissed his own and he moaned as he felt Quatre's obvious arousal press against his stomach. "Quatre?" he propped himself up on his hands above the angel. "Yes?" damn, he sounded so innocent. "What are you doing?"
Quatre put out his lower lip and pouted cutely. "You don't like it?" he emphasized the 'it' by thrusting his hips up ward, now rubbing against the older mans cloth covered erection. Zechs hissed in pleasure. "Oh god, I love it."
Zechs Marquise soon found out that Quatre R Winner wasn't so angelic.
Ok ok, I know. Kinda weird and all but whatdya think? It sure explains Heero's behavior later ne? Don't worry tho, this does have a happy (and might I add deliciously sexy) ending. BUT you wont find out unless you review and tell me what's up! What do you think?
Ps. The zechs/quatre relationship is for Tigre. Although let me give you all a spoiler, it doesn't stay a zechs/quatre thing for long. SOOOOO. I need you all to tell me who is the best with Quatre out of Trowa, Heero, Duo or Wufei. Mind you your choices WILL alter everything! So decide carefully!
Ja Ne!