Koibito Hen
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.19.01
Okay I'm not really s'posed to be on right now.... but, I'm writing anyway. I'm so glad everybody loves my pic! And thanks so much TrowasGirl for putting me on your favorite stories list! I was escatic. ^_^
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, quite unfortunatly. I'm not doing this for money either, even more unfortunate. I need money! ;__;
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Two out of the three stake-outers were snoring gently in the truck. Trowa and Quatre were curled up against each other in the backseat, dreaming peacefully. Wufei snorted as he turned his eyes back to the length of the street they had found. The had not caught up with Heero, but the had discovered Duo's motorcycle in a parking lot. The only problem was it was a street parking lot, and Duo could be in any of the multiple clubs that lined the aslphat.
Wufei himself was about to doze off with his face pressed against the glass when the heavy door of an elite club called the Black Cherry opening alerted him. He peered blearily at the staggering form walked towards the lot. It was Duo all right. That braid was unmistakeable. He quickly jostled the sleeping lovers and hopped into the driver's seat. "What?" Quatre mumbled sleepily, climbing up beside Wufei. "Duo alert," the Nataku pilot replied, pointed at the drunk Duo mounting his motorcycle. "That idiot!" Quatre said angrily. "He's going to get himself killed in that state!"
"Not if you we follow him," came Trowa's reply.
They all nodded in agreement and set off after the drunk God of Death.
None of them noticed the familiar shadow mount his own motorcycle and speed ahead of them all.
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Duo had made a lot of friends in the club, but no names had ever stuck with him. One smile or grin or name blended into the next, never really hearing them anyway. He had left with his mind in the esctasy filled afterbuzz of the Meth, feeling satisified but still wanting more. But he was tired and fatigue had won. He decided to go home. All through the night he had the familiar tingle at the back of his neck as if someone was watching him, but he was too drugged to worry about it. Without a care in the world, he straddled his sweet motorcycle and drove shakily back towards the cabin.
Several minutes later, Duo carelessly tossed his keys on the bedside table and threw his vest on a chair of his room. He had yet to turn the lights on; the moonlight teasing his curtains was enough for now. Besides, he was only going to bed. He absently hummed a song that he had become particularly fond of that night. "Hmm.. .hmm.. tie yourself to me, stich up my emptiness hmm hmm hmmhmm hmm hmm... naaaa na na na na na.. " He pulled his fishnet shirt over his head and flipped his braid back over his shoulder. He was just sitting down on the bed to remove his boots when he heard the click of his door shutting. He flinched and jerked back his head to look over his shoulder. His breath caught in his throat.
"Damn..
"Um.. hey, Heero," he said, trying to sound nonchalant while perfectly aware that the bruise Heero had caused was displayed larger than ever on his back. "What are you doing here?"
Heero muttered something, his blue eyes running up and down Duo's half naked body evily. His gaze made Duo's blood run cold. He suddenly felt the need to be away from the Perfect Soldier and fast. He scooted across his bed, leaving half of his boots unlaced, flopping around his ankles. "I think I'm going to take a shower..," he muttered, but by the time he reached the other side of the bed, Heero was blocking the door. "Hey, what the fuck? I'm just going to get washed up, Heero. What's it to--"
Duo felt his throat go dry as he became painfully aware of what Heero was muttered. "You are /mine/ and no one else's. You are /mine/, Duo and you will /pay/ for letting anyone else touch you." Duo gave a croak of fear and stepped back, his calves banging painfully against the low bed. He turned, backing towards the door. "No!" Heero practically shouted, making Duo jump. "No, you stay and you will /learn/ not to disobey me." Duo gave a fearful laugh. "Disobey you? Firstly, you never gave me any orders to obey and secondly--" The Shinigami was instantly shut up by Heero's fist to his jaw, causing him to bite his tongue. He backwheeled and landed heavily against the nearest wall. Heero was on him in a second.
"You will not disobey me," he chanted, gripping Duo's shoulders and slamming him hard against the plaster. "Heero," he murmured, dazed by the blow to the head. "Shut up!" Heero shouted angrily. He let go of Duo's shoulders, allowing him t stagger forward. He punched the Deathscythe pilot again, this time to he side of the face so his head smacked the adjacent wall. He landed face first before Heero's feet.
The soldier bent down and picked Duo up again, bringing his face close to the bleeding boy's own. "Do you hear me, Duo? Never again... " He threw him down, Duo landing on his back. Pain lanced through his body, blending into which what was already there. He peered up at Heero and felt painful flashbacks to the first time. Beautiful.. beautiful yet deadly..
/No!/ His subconsious screamed at him. /How can you love someone that is causing you pain like this?/
"No... Heero.."
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Duo let out a ragged sob and moved quickly away from Heero, crabwalking backwards. Heero paused a second at the desolate and pitiful figure. Blood flowed freely from his nose and dribbled down his mouth in waves. Both eyes were beginning to swell, and bruises were already forming on his shoulders. Blood coated his chest, covering his crosses which he had not yet removed...
Heero ground his teeth together, shaking his head violently to remove the memories that flooded into his mind. No, this had to be done. His beloved had to pay.
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'Heero.. why are you doing this.. I thought I loved you.. '
/You don't! You can't! He's hurting you! You have to kill him Duo, no one ever hurts the Great Destroyer./
'No! I can't kill Heero.. He's... '
/What, Duo? What is Heero to you?/
'I.. I.. '
/That's right./
Duo was wretched from his mental struggle as he felt Heero straddle his body in his strong, muscled legs. He gripped his forearms, banging his torso against the floor. Duo let out a pained sob as Heero moved a hand to the back of his head, gripping his blood soaked hair and bringing his face close again. "Listen to me, Duo. You will not speak unless I command it. You will not interact unless I am there to supervise. You will not feel unless I can control it. Do you hear me, Duo? I own you. You belong to me. Tell me, Duo, do you understand? Do you?!" Duo moaned weakly and nodded his head despite the pain of Heero still holding his head caused. "Good."
Then Heero captured Duo's swollen lips, kissing him fiercely, bruising them further. His tongue pushed aside Duo's own, invading his mouth. He tasted him thoroughly, feeling the fear and blood. He drew back slightly, biting Duo's lower lip violently then making his way down the boy's quivering throat hungrily. His strong hands dragged down Duo's abdomen, unbuttoning his pants and grabbing his crotch roughly. Duo sobbed harder, slender chest shaking as Heero's very warmth brought his pain.
Then there was a noise from the front door, signaling the three remaining pilots' return. Heero growled angrily, and Duo was momentarily afraid that the Perfect Soldier would harm him further as if this was his fault. Instead, he simply stood and glared down at Duo. "Do not speak of this," he said. "You belong to me." And then he left, locking the door behind him.
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Once he was sure he heard the door click, Duo brought himself up some. He sat up, sitting on his calves and he hugged himself. He cried as he had never cried before, body racking with waves of pain and sadness. How could /Heero/ someone he had trusted so much do this to him? And do think he had actually thought of loving him, fantazing... He moaned and flinched as he touched where Heero had gripped his arms so roughly. There were dark bruises in the form of fingers there. Heero had made his mark on his body, what more did he want?
/He wants you, dumbass. You should've destroyed him./
Duo removed his hand from his arms and brought them to his face, rocking on his haunches. The voices was right. Heero did want Duo, and it was obvious he was going to get him if he didn't do something about it. But what could he possibly do? Heero was stronger and probably more cunning than Duo. If he told the others or disobeyed Heero's demands, what would Heero do? Would he take what he wanted, or would Duo not live to see the next day?
Duo gave a strangled sob as he realized that Heero might do that. No, he can't. He wouldn't...
/Kill you? Of course he would. He's made for killing./
Duo nodded miserably, the inner voice brainwashing his already bruised mind. Then he would.. He would obey Heero's words until he was done. What else could he do? But...
"Heero... why?"
His ragged voice echoed around the room, unanswered.
/Yes. Why?/
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To be continued! Now, how many people noticed that I added the angsty warning back up? Do you see why? Poor Duo! Oh, Duo x Heero lovers, please don't kill me! Please? It's all in fun, right? Anyway.. REVIEW ME, if you don't hate me yet. ^^;;
... Strange Lover.
Warnings...
Angst
Yaoi
Violence
Comments... 03.19.01
Okay I'm not really s'posed to be on right now.... but, I'm writing anyway. I'm so glad everybody loves my pic! And thanks so much TrowasGirl for putting me on your favorite stories list! I was escatic. ^_^
Disclamier...
I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, quite unfortunatly. I'm not doing this for money either, even more unfortunate. I need money! ;__;
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Two out of the three stake-outers were snoring gently in the truck. Trowa and Quatre were curled up against each other in the backseat, dreaming peacefully. Wufei snorted as he turned his eyes back to the length of the street they had found. The had not caught up with Heero, but the had discovered Duo's motorcycle in a parking lot. The only problem was it was a street parking lot, and Duo could be in any of the multiple clubs that lined the aslphat.
Wufei himself was about to doze off with his face pressed against the glass when the heavy door of an elite club called the Black Cherry opening alerted him. He peered blearily at the staggering form walked towards the lot. It was Duo all right. That braid was unmistakeable. He quickly jostled the sleeping lovers and hopped into the driver's seat. "What?" Quatre mumbled sleepily, climbing up beside Wufei. "Duo alert," the Nataku pilot replied, pointed at the drunk Duo mounting his motorcycle. "That idiot!" Quatre said angrily. "He's going to get himself killed in that state!"
"Not if you we follow him," came Trowa's reply.
They all nodded in agreement and set off after the drunk God of Death.
None of them noticed the familiar shadow mount his own motorcycle and speed ahead of them all.
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Duo had made a lot of friends in the club, but no names had ever stuck with him. One smile or grin or name blended into the next, never really hearing them anyway. He had left with his mind in the esctasy filled afterbuzz of the Meth, feeling satisified but still wanting more. But he was tired and fatigue had won. He decided to go home. All through the night he had the familiar tingle at the back of his neck as if someone was watching him, but he was too drugged to worry about it. Without a care in the world, he straddled his sweet motorcycle and drove shakily back towards the cabin.
Several minutes later, Duo carelessly tossed his keys on the bedside table and threw his vest on a chair of his room. He had yet to turn the lights on; the moonlight teasing his curtains was enough for now. Besides, he was only going to bed. He absently hummed a song that he had become particularly fond of that night. "Hmm.. .hmm.. tie yourself to me, stich up my emptiness hmm hmm hmmhmm hmm hmm... naaaa na na na na na.. " He pulled his fishnet shirt over his head and flipped his braid back over his shoulder. He was just sitting down on the bed to remove his boots when he heard the click of his door shutting. He flinched and jerked back his head to look over his shoulder. His breath caught in his throat.
"Damn..
"Um.. hey, Heero," he said, trying to sound nonchalant while perfectly aware that the bruise Heero had caused was displayed larger than ever on his back. "What are you doing here?"
Heero muttered something, his blue eyes running up and down Duo's half naked body evily. His gaze made Duo's blood run cold. He suddenly felt the need to be away from the Perfect Soldier and fast. He scooted across his bed, leaving half of his boots unlaced, flopping around his ankles. "I think I'm going to take a shower..," he muttered, but by the time he reached the other side of the bed, Heero was blocking the door. "Hey, what the fuck? I'm just going to get washed up, Heero. What's it to--"
Duo felt his throat go dry as he became painfully aware of what Heero was muttered. "You are /mine/ and no one else's. You are /mine/, Duo and you will /pay/ for letting anyone else touch you." Duo gave a croak of fear and stepped back, his calves banging painfully against the low bed. He turned, backing towards the door. "No!" Heero practically shouted, making Duo jump. "No, you stay and you will /learn/ not to disobey me." Duo gave a fearful laugh. "Disobey you? Firstly, you never gave me any orders to obey and secondly--" The Shinigami was instantly shut up by Heero's fist to his jaw, causing him to bite his tongue. He backwheeled and landed heavily against the nearest wall. Heero was on him in a second.
"You will not disobey me," he chanted, gripping Duo's shoulders and slamming him hard against the plaster. "Heero," he murmured, dazed by the blow to the head. "Shut up!" Heero shouted angrily. He let go of Duo's shoulders, allowing him t stagger forward. He punched the Deathscythe pilot again, this time to he side of the face so his head smacked the adjacent wall. He landed face first before Heero's feet.
The soldier bent down and picked Duo up again, bringing his face close to the bleeding boy's own. "Do you hear me, Duo? Never again... " He threw him down, Duo landing on his back. Pain lanced through his body, blending into which what was already there. He peered up at Heero and felt painful flashbacks to the first time. Beautiful.. beautiful yet deadly..
/No!/ His subconsious screamed at him. /How can you love someone that is causing you pain like this?/
"No... Heero.."
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Duo let out a ragged sob and moved quickly away from Heero, crabwalking backwards. Heero paused a second at the desolate and pitiful figure. Blood flowed freely from his nose and dribbled down his mouth in waves. Both eyes were beginning to swell, and bruises were already forming on his shoulders. Blood coated his chest, covering his crosses which he had not yet removed...
Heero ground his teeth together, shaking his head violently to remove the memories that flooded into his mind. No, this had to be done. His beloved had to pay.
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'Heero.. why are you doing this.. I thought I loved you.. '
/You don't! You can't! He's hurting you! You have to kill him Duo, no one ever hurts the Great Destroyer./
'No! I can't kill Heero.. He's... '
/What, Duo? What is Heero to you?/
'I.. I.. '
/That's right./
Duo was wretched from his mental struggle as he felt Heero straddle his body in his strong, muscled legs. He gripped his forearms, banging his torso against the floor. Duo let out a pained sob as Heero moved a hand to the back of his head, gripping his blood soaked hair and bringing his face close again. "Listen to me, Duo. You will not speak unless I command it. You will not interact unless I am there to supervise. You will not feel unless I can control it. Do you hear me, Duo? I own you. You belong to me. Tell me, Duo, do you understand? Do you?!" Duo moaned weakly and nodded his head despite the pain of Heero still holding his head caused. "Good."
Then Heero captured Duo's swollen lips, kissing him fiercely, bruising them further. His tongue pushed aside Duo's own, invading his mouth. He tasted him thoroughly, feeling the fear and blood. He drew back slightly, biting Duo's lower lip violently then making his way down the boy's quivering throat hungrily. His strong hands dragged down Duo's abdomen, unbuttoning his pants and grabbing his crotch roughly. Duo sobbed harder, slender chest shaking as Heero's very warmth brought his pain.
Then there was a noise from the front door, signaling the three remaining pilots' return. Heero growled angrily, and Duo was momentarily afraid that the Perfect Soldier would harm him further as if this was his fault. Instead, he simply stood and glared down at Duo. "Do not speak of this," he said. "You belong to me." And then he left, locking the door behind him.
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Once he was sure he heard the door click, Duo brought himself up some. He sat up, sitting on his calves and he hugged himself. He cried as he had never cried before, body racking with waves of pain and sadness. How could /Heero/ someone he had trusted so much do this to him? And do think he had actually thought of loving him, fantazing... He moaned and flinched as he touched where Heero had gripped his arms so roughly. There were dark bruises in the form of fingers there. Heero had made his mark on his body, what more did he want?
/He wants you, dumbass. You should've destroyed him./
Duo removed his hand from his arms and brought them to his face, rocking on his haunches. The voices was right. Heero did want Duo, and it was obvious he was going to get him if he didn't do something about it. But what could he possibly do? Heero was stronger and probably more cunning than Duo. If he told the others or disobeyed Heero's demands, what would Heero do? Would he take what he wanted, or would Duo not live to see the next day?
Duo gave a strangled sob as he realized that Heero might do that. No, he can't. He wouldn't...
/Kill you? Of course he would. He's made for killing./
Duo nodded miserably, the inner voice brainwashing his already bruised mind. Then he would.. He would obey Heero's words until he was done. What else could he do? But...
"Heero... why?"
His ragged voice echoed around the room, unanswered.
/Yes. Why?/
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To be continued! Now, how many people noticed that I added the angsty warning back up? Do you see why? Poor Duo! Oh, Duo x Heero lovers, please don't kill me! Please? It's all in fun, right? Anyway.. REVIEW ME, if you don't hate me yet. ^^;;