~ ~ ~
Wufei gaped at the body on the floor of the shower, Duo's face was
contorted in horror, and trails of blood were running down the marble
shower floor as he lay unconscious from the cold water. His lips were
already tinted a shade of purply-blue and he hadn't even been under
the water for that long. His erection regressed significantly,
Wufei's eyes had flitted over that aspect of the unbraided boy.
Immediately, the Chinese man turned off the water and focused on Duo,
grabbing a nearby towel and lifting the lithe and limp man into his
arms, hurriedly carrying him back to his own room and setting the
frowning boy onto his bed. Wufei began to dry him carefully, avoiding
contact with his larger than average genitalia. He then sat next to
the boy, moving his massive chestnut hair out of the way and placing
the towel behind Duo's head, determining that there was no real need
for stitches. Wufei stood, his onyx eyes glued to the unconscious man
as he drifted towards the closet, shocked to find it stocked with Duo-
like wear, all black; with black boxers, socks and such in the
drawers. He noted that the suitcase had not been unpacked, as he
removed a pair of black silk boxers and a long-sleeved black shirt
from one of the wire hangers in the closet. Ever-so-gently, Wufei
pulled the boxers onto Duo's lax body, shuddering excitedly because
of the close proximity between, himself and the still semi-erect boy.
The pilot of Gundam Nataku pulled the shirt over Duo's head, minding
the cut that wasn't bleeding so profusely anymore, and laid the slack
body back onto the bed. He pressed his head against Duo's chest to
assure a heartbeat and watched the unconscious boy's face contort in
pain, something that he had never really seen mar Duo's usually
blissful face.
~ ~ ~
The Chinese pilot nearly punched a wall, at least three hours had
gone by, and the blood ceased to flow but Duo still lay on the bed,
his body trembling and his face twisted in anguish. Meanwhile, Duo's
unconscious was replaying his worst nightmare, way up there with The
Maxwell Church Massacre…
* * *Flashback* * *
The young sixteen year old boy sat impatiently on one of the many
couches in Quatre Raberba Winner's estate, waiting for the object of
his affection of come back from one of his missions, unharmed as
usual.
"Ya can't harm the Perfect Soldier" Duo said aloud to himself. Quatre
and Trowa had departed on a `mission' as Quatre put it. But it was
all too obvious that it was a date. And Wufei… well, he had no idea
where he was, but at this point he didn't really care… all he wanted
now was Heero to get home so he could finally spill it… As if the
stoic boy read his mind, Heero was in the front door, kicking off his
work boots and heading into the kitchen, retrieving an unlabeled
bottle of water from the fridge.
"Hey… Heero!!! Come here for a sec, will ya man?"
Wordlessly, the stoic pilot entered the living room where Duo was now
sprawled across the couch, quite an erotic sight. The braided pilot
smiled happily at his lover, who returned the gesture with a cold
glare, as usual. The young brunette sat up, and willed Heero to sit
down on the couch with him. Surprisingly he complied, falling down on
the couch, taking another swig of the clear liquid in the water
bottle.
"Hee-Chan, I have something I wanna tell you…"
"My name is Heero, not Hee-Chan."
"Fine!" The indigo-eyed pilot said with a smile. "Heero, I have
something I want to tell you!"
"What is it Duo, I don't have time for games…"
The smaller in build, but taller pilot leaned closer to his lover,
his gaze becoming half-lidded.
"I just wanted to tell you that I-I-I l-love you…"
Before Duo had a chance to finish the statement, a fist flew at his
jaw, knocking the teen back. Heero glared at the boy and growled.
"Don't you ever say that to me…"
Nursing his already bruising jaw, Duo attempted to reply.
"But I mean…"
"What, do you want me to say it back?"
Indigo eyes grew large, nearly pleading.
"I'm not going to, and I never will."
Another punch connected with his face, smashing in his left cheek.
Then an open-handed slap to his mouth, causing the rather full lips
to split open and blood to seep out.
"You are simply here for me… for fucking, that's it… do you hear me?"
Tears began to spill from Duo's cheeks at the harsh words, but he
choked as another punch flew at his stomach.
"You filthy weakling, how could you ever think there was a future to
this?"
"But I thought y-you loved me too…"
"Don't think, all you're good at is fucking, that's all… fucking and
flying your damned mobile-suit." Heero said with another snarl.
"Don't say shit like that about my Shinigami…"
Heero slapped the sobbing, bleeding and hurting pilot again.
"Don't you fucking talk back to me…" Heero leaned forward , his nose
touching Duo's. Whimpering, the braided pilot knew that look, that
lust filled; `I'm-gonna-fuck-you-rotten' look in Heero's cobalt eyes.
Without uttering another word, Heero Yuy, the perfect soldier
continued to beat the boy beneath him senseless, tearing off the
black clothing and slamming into the body below until Duo hit
unconsciousness
* * *End Flashback* * *
Wufei gaped at the body on the floor of the shower, Duo's face was
contorted in horror, and trails of blood were running down the marble
shower floor as he lay unconscious from the cold water. His lips were
already tinted a shade of purply-blue and he hadn't even been under
the water for that long. His erection regressed significantly,
Wufei's eyes had flitted over that aspect of the unbraided boy.
Immediately, the Chinese man turned off the water and focused on Duo,
grabbing a nearby towel and lifting the lithe and limp man into his
arms, hurriedly carrying him back to his own room and setting the
frowning boy onto his bed. Wufei began to dry him carefully, avoiding
contact with his larger than average genitalia. He then sat next to
the boy, moving his massive chestnut hair out of the way and placing
the towel behind Duo's head, determining that there was no real need
for stitches. Wufei stood, his onyx eyes glued to the unconscious man
as he drifted towards the closet, shocked to find it stocked with Duo-
like wear, all black; with black boxers, socks and such in the
drawers. He noted that the suitcase had not been unpacked, as he
removed a pair of black silk boxers and a long-sleeved black shirt
from one of the wire hangers in the closet. Ever-so-gently, Wufei
pulled the boxers onto Duo's lax body, shuddering excitedly because
of the close proximity between, himself and the still semi-erect boy.
The pilot of Gundam Nataku pulled the shirt over Duo's head, minding
the cut that wasn't bleeding so profusely anymore, and laid the slack
body back onto the bed. He pressed his head against Duo's chest to
assure a heartbeat and watched the unconscious boy's face contort in
pain, something that he had never really seen mar Duo's usually
blissful face.
~ ~ ~
The Chinese pilot nearly punched a wall, at least three hours had
gone by, and the blood ceased to flow but Duo still lay on the bed,
his body trembling and his face twisted in anguish. Meanwhile, Duo's
unconscious was replaying his worst nightmare, way up there with The
Maxwell Church Massacre…
* * *Flashback* * *
The young sixteen year old boy sat impatiently on one of the many
couches in Quatre Raberba Winner's estate, waiting for the object of
his affection of come back from one of his missions, unharmed as
usual.
"Ya can't harm the Perfect Soldier" Duo said aloud to himself. Quatre
and Trowa had departed on a `mission' as Quatre put it. But it was
all too obvious that it was a date. And Wufei… well, he had no idea
where he was, but at this point he didn't really care… all he wanted
now was Heero to get home so he could finally spill it… As if the
stoic boy read his mind, Heero was in the front door, kicking off his
work boots and heading into the kitchen, retrieving an unlabeled
bottle of water from the fridge.
"Hey… Heero!!! Come here for a sec, will ya man?"
Wordlessly, the stoic pilot entered the living room where Duo was now
sprawled across the couch, quite an erotic sight. The braided pilot
smiled happily at his lover, who returned the gesture with a cold
glare, as usual. The young brunette sat up, and willed Heero to sit
down on the couch with him. Surprisingly he complied, falling down on
the couch, taking another swig of the clear liquid in the water
bottle.
"Hee-Chan, I have something I wanna tell you…"
"My name is Heero, not Hee-Chan."
"Fine!" The indigo-eyed pilot said with a smile. "Heero, I have
something I want to tell you!"
"What is it Duo, I don't have time for games…"
The smaller in build, but taller pilot leaned closer to his lover,
his gaze becoming half-lidded.
"I just wanted to tell you that I-I-I l-love you…"
Before Duo had a chance to finish the statement, a fist flew at his
jaw, knocking the teen back. Heero glared at the boy and growled.
"Don't you ever say that to me…"
Nursing his already bruising jaw, Duo attempted to reply.
"But I mean…"
"What, do you want me to say it back?"
Indigo eyes grew large, nearly pleading.
"I'm not going to, and I never will."
Another punch connected with his face, smashing in his left cheek.
Then an open-handed slap to his mouth, causing the rather full lips
to split open and blood to seep out.
"You are simply here for me… for fucking, that's it… do you hear me?"
Tears began to spill from Duo's cheeks at the harsh words, but he
choked as another punch flew at his stomach.
"You filthy weakling, how could you ever think there was a future to
this?"
"But I thought y-you loved me too…"
"Don't think, all you're good at is fucking, that's all… fucking and
flying your damned mobile-suit." Heero said with another snarl.
"Don't say shit like that about my Shinigami…"
Heero slapped the sobbing, bleeding and hurting pilot again.
"Don't you fucking talk back to me…" Heero leaned forward , his nose
touching Duo's. Whimpering, the braided pilot knew that look, that
lust filled; `I'm-gonna-fuck-you-rotten' look in Heero's cobalt eyes.
Without uttering another word, Heero Yuy, the perfect soldier
continued to beat the boy beneath him senseless, tearing off the
black clothing and slamming into the body below until Duo hit
unconsciousness
* * *End Flashback* * *