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OK. My attempt at a kinda funny, kinda slashy fic (more slash/'bondage' than humor.) Tell me if you liked it. If so, I'll write more, if not, I'll quit. Thanks a lot. ^_^
SHOUT IF YOU LOVE QUATRE/HEERO FICS! *Shouts* actually, I think Duo/Heero might be cuter together but... they're so... common!
BE FOREWARNED: this is R for some violence/mm sex and other stuff so if you don't like that... don't read it. I don't want to be kicked off FanFiction.Net because some idiot DIDN'T read the WARNING and somehow read through and claimed that they were forever wounded by my story and it's contents. No offense to anyone. I'm just not in the mood to deal with it. Thank you. Have a nice day.
"Hee~ro!!"
The perfect soldier flinched slightly hearing his name called yet again by that annoying, obnoxious and overly loud longhaired pilot. For the sixth time that day he chose to ignore the call. That only caused the hyper- active Gundam pilot to shout louder and louder and louder and...
"WHAT DO YOU WANT DUO!"
The dark haired boy barked his answer out loud enough for the neighbors on the next five blocks to hear him. Heero heard a few doors opening upstairs and looked up to see three startled boys walking down the flight of steps. One was of course Duo, with his long chestnut hair, large blue eyes, tight faded jeans a white shirt and his trademark silver dagger necklace hanging from his neck. The other two were both blonde.
Quatre R Winner (or Quinn as Duo sometimes called him) was staring fixedly at Heero in either pure shock or stupidity. He was obviously unaware of his status of dress because Heero was sure the small blonde would have turned red at his current 'large t-shirt (borrowed 'accidentally' from Zechs), no pants, no underwear' state. Trowa and Wufei had most likely ignored Heero's sudden out burst and were still upstairs doing whatever it was the two friends did on boring days such as these.
The last was the tallest. Tan and muscled with platinum blonde hair that hung down to his pajama-covered ass. Zechs Marquise. He wore a look of amusement rather than shock and sauntered down the carpeted steps after his two shock-clumsy friends. It took a minute for Duo and Quatre to reach the bottom floor and they managed, with little to no broken or bruised bones, surprisingly since they were too busy staring at Heero to notice where their feet went.
Duo spoke up first. "You answered me."
"No duh genius."
"That was LOUD! And, and more than two words." Quatre squeaked. "Problem Quatre?" The blonde stared at Heero in amazement then exchanged a look with Duo. And then the shock turned to energy.
"HE'S TALKING!!!!!" the boys yelled in unison. Duo leapt forward and hugged his best friend, jumping up and down. They both seemed utterly thrilled. "You have no idea how much this means to me Heero, I mean NOOOO Idea!" the longhaired pilot grabbed onto the Japanese boy's shoulders and hugged him. He was met with a hard punch to the jaw.
Quatre gasped and untangled himself from Zech's arms, dashing to his friend's side. "Duo!" The Arab saw a bruise forming on the now unconscious pilots face and stood up with suddenness that even surprised Heero.
SMACK!
Heero's head snapped back as Quatre's hand connected with his cheek. "How DARE you TOUCH HIM!" the perfect soldier was losing his patience and NO ONE slapped him around. In seconds the smaller boy was pinned up between the wall and the solid, warm body of Heero. His wrists were pinned up roughly above his head, and they were already bruising from the abuse. Quatre let a small hiss escape his mouth. This would have been a total turn on had Heero been 'playing' and Duo not knocked out on the floor.
"No-one hits me Quatre. No one."
"Well I did."
"And I won't let you get away with it." He pulled the blonde towards the basement by his hair, ignoring Quatre's futile attempts to disentangle his fingers. Only one problem. Zechs.
"Get out of my way Marquise." Heero glared coldly, unaffected by the fact that the tall man in front of him was twice his size. "Calm down Heero. You had no right to hit Duo, Quatre had a right to hit you."
"No ONE-"
"Hits you. I heard."
"So get out of my way. Don't worry, I won't kill him. I just have to teach him a lesson." Zechs nodded quietly and let Heero pass. The tall blonde knew Heero could just as well kick his ass, and as long as Quatre didn't get too hurt, he would stay out of the way.
Quatre protested the whole way, screaming and kicking and GOD DAMNIT this boy had claws! But despite it all Heero managed to push the blonde into the basement and shut the door behind them, locking it for privacy. "Heero! Let me out!"
"No." He grabbed Quatre's hand and drug him down the winding staircase. This was the gundam pilots secret. No one but them knew what lie beneath the two-story house. A dungeon, a few tunnels and a few miscellaneous things that they needed. But for now Heero headed for the dungeons. Quatre's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he realized their destination "Oh-oh no Heero. C'mon! You fucking DESERVED to be hit!" Heero's step never faltered. "You hurt him in more ways than one Heero." Quatre figured the perfect soldier would understand the meaning of his words. Obviously not. Onto another tactic.
"LET.ME.GO!" the boy writhed in his captures grasp and stopped walking. No problem. Heero just drug him along the ground "KUSO HEERO! Don't you think you've hurt me enough already?" he thought back to all those times he had stood up for Duo and took the boy's punishment. Never had it gone this far, bruises and broken bones were one thing, but a dungeon? That could prove lethal. He stood up unsteadily as the other young man stopped.
Then he was flung against a particularly solid and really hard wall. "F- fuck." He moaned, trying to catch his breath. When he finally did, Quatre found himself in chains; Heero was nowhere to be seen. Next to him was a place to pull the chains tight or release them. It could get very painful. "Oh shit."
Music began to play from a cd player Duo had so kindly brought down a month or so ago. The blonde's wrists hurt already, his ankles were sore as well, the chains and cuffs weren't helping. Quatre listened to the blaring words and started to sweat. Heero put this on? The music drifted through the air, still no sign of Heero and he began to worry.
You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides. Help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself
Quatre gulped, his breath becoming unsteady "D-Duo! ZECHS, TROWA, WUFEI! SOMEBODY GET.ME.OUT.OF.HERE!" he lost his patience, and started screaming.
"You know they can't hear you."
The blonde stopped crying and snapped his head towards the voice. It was the second time his jaw dropped that day.
Heero Yuy stood not ten feet in front of him, clad in a tight, black mesh shirt that rode up his stomach revealing smooth toned skin, tight, tight leather shorts and tall black boots. He also wore a necklace with spikes and Quatre, despite his pain began to get incredibly turned on. "What the- ?" he managed between breaths "You-"
"Aaawww? Don't I look good? I was hoping you'd find it cute. Guess I was wro-"
"NO! I mean uh-no? You look f-fine." Quatre stuttered incoherently. What the hell was up with Heero anyways, this was NOT the strict Gundam pilot he knew. But of course, no one really knew Heero to begin with. "So... you like?" Heero somehow managed to purr. 'Who woulda thought, the perfect soldier can be a little naughty.' Thought Quatre.
Heero advanced and began to mouth the words to the song, his prey found it increasingly hard to say or do anything, especially the way Heero's shorts rode up so high that you could see his ass in the back and yet they were low enough to show his incredibly sexy hipbones and 'Oh God if only I could see lower!' the boy pouted inwardly. But his thoughts were replaced with even wickeder ones as Heero sang.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Eight reviews and this fic will have more than one chapter! Just tell me if its good, bad, totally sucked or what??? Constructive criticism is always good, I suppose. I also have a pic for this story and I'll add a link once I can scan it.
ALSO! There will probably be a link to a higher rated scene (b-cuz ff.net won't let anyone post nc-17's) SO... if I get reviews and continue the fic then I'll probably add a link to the deleted scenes.
OK. My attempt at a kinda funny, kinda slashy fic (more slash/'bondage' than humor.) Tell me if you liked it. If so, I'll write more, if not, I'll quit. Thanks a lot. ^_^
SHOUT IF YOU LOVE QUATRE/HEERO FICS! *Shouts* actually, I think Duo/Heero might be cuter together but... they're so... common!
BE FOREWARNED: this is R for some violence/mm sex and other stuff so if you don't like that... don't read it. I don't want to be kicked off FanFiction.Net because some idiot DIDN'T read the WARNING and somehow read through and claimed that they were forever wounded by my story and it's contents. No offense to anyone. I'm just not in the mood to deal with it. Thank you. Have a nice day.
"Hee~ro!!"
The perfect soldier flinched slightly hearing his name called yet again by that annoying, obnoxious and overly loud longhaired pilot. For the sixth time that day he chose to ignore the call. That only caused the hyper- active Gundam pilot to shout louder and louder and louder and...
"WHAT DO YOU WANT DUO!"
The dark haired boy barked his answer out loud enough for the neighbors on the next five blocks to hear him. Heero heard a few doors opening upstairs and looked up to see three startled boys walking down the flight of steps. One was of course Duo, with his long chestnut hair, large blue eyes, tight faded jeans a white shirt and his trademark silver dagger necklace hanging from his neck. The other two were both blonde.
Quatre R Winner (or Quinn as Duo sometimes called him) was staring fixedly at Heero in either pure shock or stupidity. He was obviously unaware of his status of dress because Heero was sure the small blonde would have turned red at his current 'large t-shirt (borrowed 'accidentally' from Zechs), no pants, no underwear' state. Trowa and Wufei had most likely ignored Heero's sudden out burst and were still upstairs doing whatever it was the two friends did on boring days such as these.
The last was the tallest. Tan and muscled with platinum blonde hair that hung down to his pajama-covered ass. Zechs Marquise. He wore a look of amusement rather than shock and sauntered down the carpeted steps after his two shock-clumsy friends. It took a minute for Duo and Quatre to reach the bottom floor and they managed, with little to no broken or bruised bones, surprisingly since they were too busy staring at Heero to notice where their feet went.
Duo spoke up first. "You answered me."
"No duh genius."
"That was LOUD! And, and more than two words." Quatre squeaked. "Problem Quatre?" The blonde stared at Heero in amazement then exchanged a look with Duo. And then the shock turned to energy.
"HE'S TALKING!!!!!" the boys yelled in unison. Duo leapt forward and hugged his best friend, jumping up and down. They both seemed utterly thrilled. "You have no idea how much this means to me Heero, I mean NOOOO Idea!" the longhaired pilot grabbed onto the Japanese boy's shoulders and hugged him. He was met with a hard punch to the jaw.
Quatre gasped and untangled himself from Zech's arms, dashing to his friend's side. "Duo!" The Arab saw a bruise forming on the now unconscious pilots face and stood up with suddenness that even surprised Heero.
SMACK!
Heero's head snapped back as Quatre's hand connected with his cheek. "How DARE you TOUCH HIM!" the perfect soldier was losing his patience and NO ONE slapped him around. In seconds the smaller boy was pinned up between the wall and the solid, warm body of Heero. His wrists were pinned up roughly above his head, and they were already bruising from the abuse. Quatre let a small hiss escape his mouth. This would have been a total turn on had Heero been 'playing' and Duo not knocked out on the floor.
"No-one hits me Quatre. No one."
"Well I did."
"And I won't let you get away with it." He pulled the blonde towards the basement by his hair, ignoring Quatre's futile attempts to disentangle his fingers. Only one problem. Zechs.
"Get out of my way Marquise." Heero glared coldly, unaffected by the fact that the tall man in front of him was twice his size. "Calm down Heero. You had no right to hit Duo, Quatre had a right to hit you."
"No ONE-"
"Hits you. I heard."
"So get out of my way. Don't worry, I won't kill him. I just have to teach him a lesson." Zechs nodded quietly and let Heero pass. The tall blonde knew Heero could just as well kick his ass, and as long as Quatre didn't get too hurt, he would stay out of the way.
Quatre protested the whole way, screaming and kicking and GOD DAMNIT this boy had claws! But despite it all Heero managed to push the blonde into the basement and shut the door behind them, locking it for privacy. "Heero! Let me out!"
"No." He grabbed Quatre's hand and drug him down the winding staircase. This was the gundam pilots secret. No one but them knew what lie beneath the two-story house. A dungeon, a few tunnels and a few miscellaneous things that they needed. But for now Heero headed for the dungeons. Quatre's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he realized their destination "Oh-oh no Heero. C'mon! You fucking DESERVED to be hit!" Heero's step never faltered. "You hurt him in more ways than one Heero." Quatre figured the perfect soldier would understand the meaning of his words. Obviously not. Onto another tactic.
"LET.ME.GO!" the boy writhed in his captures grasp and stopped walking. No problem. Heero just drug him along the ground "KUSO HEERO! Don't you think you've hurt me enough already?" he thought back to all those times he had stood up for Duo and took the boy's punishment. Never had it gone this far, bruises and broken bones were one thing, but a dungeon? That could prove lethal. He stood up unsteadily as the other young man stopped.
Then he was flung against a particularly solid and really hard wall. "F- fuck." He moaned, trying to catch his breath. When he finally did, Quatre found himself in chains; Heero was nowhere to be seen. Next to him was a place to pull the chains tight or release them. It could get very painful. "Oh shit."
Music began to play from a cd player Duo had so kindly brought down a month or so ago. The blonde's wrists hurt already, his ankles were sore as well, the chains and cuffs weren't helping. Quatre listened to the blaring words and started to sweat. Heero put this on? The music drifted through the air, still no sign of Heero and he began to worry.
You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides. Help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself
Quatre gulped, his breath becoming unsteady "D-Duo! ZECHS, TROWA, WUFEI! SOMEBODY GET.ME.OUT.OF.HERE!" he lost his patience, and started screaming.
"You know they can't hear you."
The blonde stopped crying and snapped his head towards the voice. It was the second time his jaw dropped that day.
Heero Yuy stood not ten feet in front of him, clad in a tight, black mesh shirt that rode up his stomach revealing smooth toned skin, tight, tight leather shorts and tall black boots. He also wore a necklace with spikes and Quatre, despite his pain began to get incredibly turned on. "What the- ?" he managed between breaths "You-"
"Aaawww? Don't I look good? I was hoping you'd find it cute. Guess I was wro-"
"NO! I mean uh-no? You look f-fine." Quatre stuttered incoherently. What the hell was up with Heero anyways, this was NOT the strict Gundam pilot he knew. But of course, no one really knew Heero to begin with. "So... you like?" Heero somehow managed to purr. 'Who woulda thought, the perfect soldier can be a little naughty.' Thought Quatre.
Heero advanced and began to mouth the words to the song, his prey found it increasingly hard to say or do anything, especially the way Heero's shorts rode up so high that you could see his ass in the back and yet they were low enough to show his incredibly sexy hipbones and 'Oh God if only I could see lower!' the boy pouted inwardly. But his thoughts were replaced with even wickeder ones as Heero sang.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Eight reviews and this fic will have more than one chapter! Just tell me if its good, bad, totally sucked or what??? Constructive criticism is always good, I suppose. I also have a pic for this story and I'll add a link once I can scan it.
ALSO! There will probably be a link to a higher rated scene (b-cuz ff.net won't let anyone post nc-17's) SO... if I get reviews and continue the fic then I'll probably add a link to the deleted scenes.