Notes: Thank you to Mako for bein' a beta!

General Warnings: Yaoi, angst, bits and pieces of sap slipped in. References to infidelity.

This Part Specific: Knifeplay, Kink, Light bloodplay, bondage

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing


The first time Duo came to him, he pushed Trowa against the wall and growled against his mouth. It was a week after Heero had left Zechs, after they'd realized the collar covered signs of abuse, and Duo's mouth was full of Trowa's cock before he knew it, hands tight in Duo's hair. He yanked, drawing Duo up, teeth closing around his lower lip. It was only the third time they'd done this.

"Tell me what you want," Trowa panted, braid tight around his hand, tugging Duo to the bedroom. Quatre was gone, away on business, and Trowa's guilt evaporated as Duo ran his nails down his back, biting down on his ear.

"Break me," Duo hissed, urgent and needy, ripping Trowa's shirt and biting along his chest. Trowa moaned, then reached, stilling Duo. He needed to be clear, needed this to be clear.

"Duo, if I start..." If he started, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop, not with Duo there, Duo wanting it. Duo have him a heated look, pupils dilated. He needed to be out of control, to give his control away, and Trowa knew, knew how and how much, and he took, both hands open on Duo's cheeks, kissing him.

He used his new rope, binding Duo's wrists behind his back. He blindfolded him, then sat back, running his eyes over Duo's body. Duo shuddered, head tipping back as Trowa tugged on his braid. He ran his nails lightly down Duo's chest, watching as Duo's lips parted, his breath hitched.

It was only Duo he could be like this with: feral and wild and away from everything else. Just the two of them and the need for sex and violence and the taste of blood. Trowa clamped Duo's nipples and ringed his cock, connecting them with a thin chain. Duo was rock hard, hips bucking as Trowa tugged, and he opened his box of razors with reverence.

The razors had been a gift from Duo. They were pure silver, and sharp enough that Trowa could cut someone without pain. They had handles carved with death and beautiful women, and he opened them slowly, with a smile. Trowa drew the blade down Duo's stomach, leaving the skin unbroken, following it with his tongue. He circled Duo's nipple, watching as Duo writhed and finally cried out, head thrown back. Trowa cut a thin line down Duo's throat, sucking, then lapping the mark, teasing his cock with his hand.

"Please, Nashi," Duo panted, throat bared, bucking hard in to the teasing strokes. Duo's voice was rough and low and Trowa stopped sucking his neck and started sucking his cock, teasing and stroking and swallowing as Duo broke and shouted his name.

"Better?" Trowa asked, Duo unbound, lazing against his chest. Duo nodded, licking his cheek.

"Yeah," Duo purred, and kissed him.