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Ending-By ReddAlice
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Author's note: I was somewhat inspired to write this while listening to Knife Party by the Deftones. The fic and the song compliment each other perfectly, and are rather sad. Unfortunately I think only a person who has been in this situation can truly understand it. This fic is short, be warned, I was trying to solely capture one tragic moment in these character's life.
Warning: Angst, and Not quite NC, but (suggested) NC just the same.
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He had burned each one of my advances, so I followed him back to his room, and cornered him. The offer he made was to soften his fall into the inevitable, to give me consent, because I would take it by force.
"You want me?" He had nearly whimpered as I crushed myself against him, his eyes wet with disquiet, maybe fear, our bodies pressed against the door.
Had I been in my right mind...had I understood that having him this way would mean never caressing his skin again, I would have denied myself my fantasy.
The fantasy I soiled...
I would have drawn the line between us and walked away inebriated but clean.
I should have had more control...
I would have been able to come back to a friend, someone who had been there without question, and someone who had given himself to me in all respects save for one.
I couldn't have it!
I couldn't let him keep that part of himself a secret once I had everything else, and I sought to exploit it.
So I took it…
"Yes, I want you."
I should have registered that shadowed look beneath those impossibly thick eyelashes as he dropped his arms, the only thing protecting him from me; his languid limbs falling away like heavy velvet curtains to a tragic play as he subjugated himself to my alcohol induced terrors. I did know, but I didn't care...all wanted was his body beneath mine, his lips between my teeth, and my hands on his skin. All I had ever wanted was this...and it was something I wasn't meant to have.
After Duo Maxwell woke up in my arms, his skin feverish and body sore with bruises, he was closed to me forever. As he took care to dress himself he spared me not a single condemning glance, and when he moved his hand to the knob of his bedroom door, he said not a single world, and left leaving me to my nightmares of the tears I tore out of him.
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Ending Note: Why did Duo give consent to Heero even though he didn't want to give himself to his friend? Was it that he would have rather had some control over the situation? His friend was severely drunk maybe through his experiences becoming the sexual subservient was a way of easing the pain. Then again, you (or Heero) really can't justify actions this severe. Anyhow, the ending conclusion is solely up to you, what do you think passed through Duo's mind? What sort of thoughts might haunt Heero in the future? Was he fully in control? Did he ever even loose control? Or maybe he was using his drunken state to validate his behavior. Hope to hear from everyone who reads this with his or her uncensored opinions! Thanks for giving my fic a shot!
(Story originally written with Trowa as the narrator)