Title: Power Game, Part 1
Author: Aya Maxwell
Pairings: 3x2,
1x2
Warnings: Lemon, NCS, violence, language, angst
Notes:
//Chara thoughts//
Duos POV
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I was
dreaming... it was one of those dreams where you are watching yourself do the
most unreal and idiotic things. Never had those? Well I have them all the time.
In this particular dream Heero was with me, and he was being completely un-Heero
like. He was smiling and being gentle with me, and he told me he loved me. Then
he began to show me just how much.
Now if you know Heero like I know
him, you would know that the Wing pilot is nothing like that. He isn't gentle,
sweet, and he never tells me he loves me. See what me and Heero have is
special... we just screw like rabbits whenever we have the chance. Now don't get
me wrong. We do talk, well I mainly do the talking and he types on his laptop.
There are some things in our arrangement that I could change, but hey I am not
about to complain. I'm sleeping with the most dangerous man in the universe, and
he is also one of the most beautiful. It also doesn't hurt that he is damn good
in bed. I have had my fair share of lovers and Heero has them all beat in the
making me scream and beg for more department.
Anyway in my dream I was
now sprawled out on some kind of bed while Heero did the most amazing things
with his mouth. Damn, it felt so real. Dream Duo was just about to climax when I
woke up.
Pissed off and annoyed that I hadn't finished that damn
beautiful dream, I sat up in bed halfway.
//What the hell woke me up
anyway?//
With a groan I sat up, and raked a hand through my sweaty
bangs. It was really dark in my room, not even the moon was shining through the
window. I let my eyes adjust to the dark and glanced around the room. That's
when I saw him, just sitting there.
"Trowa?"
He was just
standing there, leaning against the door. His emerald green eyes sparkling in
the darkness. I noticed that they were a little too glassy and kind of
unfocused. That's when it hit me, Trowa was drunk.
Swallowing a little
nervously, I tried again. "Trowa? Um.. what the hell are you doing in my room?"
I fiddled with the end of my braid nervously. We were all alone in the safe
house. Quatre, Heero and Wufei were away on a mission. They wouldn't be back
until the next afternoon.
"Dammit Trowa, talk or get the hell out."
I didn't recognize my own voice. It was scared sounding and wimpy. I
figured that probably had something to do with the fact that I was still half
asleep, and Trowa was creeping me out big time.
Trowa looked me up and
down with an almost predatory smirk. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive or
something. "You are so beautiful." He whispered.
I gaped at him. What
the hell was going on? Trowa was with Quatre... they were in love. Right? What
the hell was wrong with him? Besides, he knew I was with Heero. Well sort of...
in any case I was taken. I pulled the blanket up around me protectively as he
stalked closer and sat on my bed. I don't know why I just didn't get up and run
like hell.
"He doesn't deserve you. Do you realize that my sweet Duo?"
He asked softly. He smelled like cheap liquor and cigarettes. Funny, I thought
he had given up smoking when I did.
I bit my lip and frowned. "Trowa,
would you please leave. I would hate to have to hurt you." I muttered from
between clenched teeth. He raised his eye brows in amusement.
Ok, so I'm
short, I'm the skinniest and the shortest. Even Wufei was at least 5'5, and I
was still 5 feet even. But for a little guy I did work out, and I was strong.
How the hell else does someone survive on the street for years, and then become
a Gundam pilot? However I guess Trowa did have the upper hand in this situation,
because before I could even defend myself he had me pinned to the bed. His
tongue violently invading my mouth.
I tried to push him off me, I really
did. But he had my arms pinned and twisted painfully beneath me so that I
couldn't move. Part of me thought that this couldn't possibly be real. Trowa
would never do this to me. Right?
However those thoughts were pushed out
my mind when I felt his hands tearing at my boxers.
"Trowa get the fuck
off me!!" I screamed.
He either ignored me, or was in to much of a
drunken daze to hear me. I bit down on his tongue hard, and in response he
punched me hard in the face. "Stop struggling, I know you want it." He snarled.
After that my brain just shut down, and I had this out of body
experience thing. It was like in my dream... I was on the outside looking in. I
was watching Trowa -who I thought was my friend - rape and abuse my body. Then
he shoved his thick cock inside my tight, unprepared entrance and everything was
real again. I was back in my body, and the pain was unbearable.
He
slammed inside me harder and harder, even as I felt the blood beginning to slide
down my thighs. He gripped my arms tighter, and kissed me sloppily, hungrily. I
began to cry, something I hadn't done since I was a child. He thrust harder,
apparently turned on by my tears. From what I could make out from his drunken
babble.. I looked like a angel when I was crying.
He was grunting louder
now, his breathing becoming more erratic. "Does Heero fuck you like this?!" He
hissed in my ear. I shut my eyes tight, and tried to do that out of body thing
again. However it wouldn't work, and the pain got even more intense. He was
clutching my arms so hard I think I was losing circulation. I had given up
fighting back, so I just lay there like a limp doll as he brutalized my body.
I don't know how long it lasted... but it seemed like hours. Then
finally he climaxed deep inside me, panting and moaning my name. I flinched away
from him and curled up into a little fetal ball, trying to control my sobbing. I
heard him get off the bed and get dressed again. Walking out of the room as if
nothing had even happened.
After lying in the bed shuddering and feeling
incredibly filthy I crawled to the bathroom and locked the door. How could he do
that...? How could he hurt me like that? He was supposed to be my friend.. I
felt an urge to run down the stairs to the room he shared with Quatre and rip
his balls off. But I guess that would do me no good.. I would probably just get
hurt worse than I already was.
I crawled into the shower and closed my
eyes. Goddamn....why can't this just be a bad dream?
TBC
