Just Pain
Author: Gabrielle MoonBeam
Fandom: Gundam Wing. Not mine, Sotsu , Sunrise and Bandai's.
Warnings: Severe strangeness, pain. 2x1 (?)
Notes: This one came to me in the middle of the night after reading some sappy GW fic about how Duo wants to be in control. I thought about it for a second, then typed. Oh yah, the finger-bending part: My friend used to do that to me just to get a reaction. I always looked at her with a blank smile no matter how much it hurt.
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"Why do you do that?"
Heero's voice rings hollow in the warm room. Duo shifts, his bare feet pushing against sheets made of silk. His milky white skin is bare, his hips tilted to rest against Heero's.
The Japanese boy is on his back, sweat clinging to his skin as Duo's hips roll and his thighs squeeze Heero's sides.
"Hm?"
A distracted little sound as Duo tilts
his head down, his braid tumbling down his shoulder and smacking into Heero's
chest. He breathes in little gasping huffs, skin glistening in the solid light
of a cream-colored lamp.
"Why do you hurt me?"
Duo smiles, teeth glinting in a feral way that makes Heero's skin crawl.
"I need to hurt you to know you're real."
A bending pressure is applied to the fingers of Heero's right hand, Duo's blue-violet eyes riveted to the sight of bones near breaking. He pushes down with more, more, more force and a snap follows his blissful smile.
Heero's face doesn't change its expression.
"Do you think I'm a dream?"
Duo gasps a little, smoothing butterfly touches over the protruding bone of Heero's index finger. He lifts the hurt to his lips and nips at the skin with a wide grin.
"Yes."
Heero flexes his hips, erection bumping erection. Duo nuzzles his broken bones, nips turning into kisses and from kisses into bites. Blood wells up and Duo drinks in greedy gulps that barely touch his tongue.
"I think you're a dream too."
Two breaths mix, little clouds and wide open mouths. A string of saliva connects Heero's bones to Duo's parted, full lips that are poised in a perfect 'o'. Heero reaches out with his hand and touches it to Duo's cheek.
His fingers curl on the soft, milky skin with baby-fat still tucked in its pockets and his nails leave welts that will sting in the morning. Duo's smile never dies, his eyes as black as Death.
"Break me."
A hiss of air in the room as skinny hips grind together and Heero's back bends, his head bumps against the wooden headboard. Duo pants like a wolf, hollow gasps of air as his tongue lolls out and lashes against Heero's throat.
"Make me yours."
Skinny shoulders heave, Duo's bones jut through his skin into Heero's heart and shatter. Blood trickles and all they know is pain.
Duo's fingers press against Heero's. How easily the bones break, he thinks, muses as his strength increases and Heero furrows his brows.
Snaps. Beautiful sounds of pleasure.
Duo spits out the word like his throat is on fire. Heero presses his face against Duo's chest and rips with his teeth.
The white silk of the bedding is red now.
Red like love.