I'm French. My English isn't perfect.
I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. They belong to their appropriate owners.

It contains yaoi, lemon. Duo's POV.

The doujinshi to the first part was `Prisoner`, can be find here: (thanks to Lav for the info). Sequel is based on another doujinshi I don't know the title/author of. It's from some other site, I think, but still, maybe someone will recognize it. Tell me then !


Seize - the sequel
by solange channonix







It shouldn't continue past that first time, really, it shouldn't. I should've done something drastic then to prevent it from happening again, but I hadn't had guts to and so, there were countless others times and while the sex in itself was only getting better and it wasn't bad even at the very beginning, it was leaving me then with kind of mental hangover. I would feel used and thrown away like a stupid toy until I'm wanted again.

Heero surely was beautiful, he was turning most girl's heads when we were passing by the school's corridors. It was nice to be thinking that from all these people who wanted him he'd chosen me and it was me who was intimate with him.

Too bad just intimate, not close. I was as mentally close with him as they were, we were practically strangers. We were cooperating on the battlefield, we were screwing like rabbits whenever we had a chance, but we weren't even friends, much less lovers in the real meaning of the world.

It hurt, maybe not him, but me.




We were moving in unison, grinding our hips rhythmically together, speeding slowly, building the tension that was going to explode in pure pleasure for both of us. We were both naked and covered in sweat by the time as it wasn't even our first round. Shivers were rocking my body nearly as much as he was as my back was exposed to the cool air filling our shared bedroom.

Heero was sitting at the edge of his bed, with me in his lap, impaled deeply on him, holding me tightly, his warm rough hands moving sensually over my lower back.

He lowered his head to lick at one painfully hard nipple. I moaned loudly at the sensation and from then began to moan continuously as the sensation of being stroked deeply inside was slowly getting too much to bear and I could sense the moment when all would explode in blinding white light under my eyelids approaching.

Heero made a silent sound as well, as I began to squirm in his lap, making us both hiss in added pleasure. His mouth left my nipple as he couldn't control himself enough anymore not to bite down on it and his fingers played with the hardened nub instead.

I was thrashing, my head threw back, my fingers digging in the flesh on the back of his neck I was embracing.

Slowly, I maneuvered my legs around him and wrapped them tightly around his back. The tension increased. He penetrated deeper, my stomach muscles clenched, something was tickling me in the back of my throat. I clutched on him, completely, my arms and legs on his body, my inner walls hard down on his shaft and then he came, so abruptly it startled me. I blinked my eyes open hearing him growl. His semen was warm inside me, but cool under my buttocks, while it was rolling down his thighs under my ass. I drew his softened shaft inside me, one more time and came myself, hard on his stomach. My semen was still flowing, I couldn't see nor hear while he was already kissing me deeply.

His tongue was caressing mine inside my mouth, stroking it delicately and I had no clue when he'd had time to stick it in there. His hand reached to my cheek, moist with sweat and grasped it with bruising force. I made a small sound of protest but it sounded like a moan muffled by his mouth. I didn't want him to mar my face. It would draw unnecessary attention, wasn't he aware of that ?

I withdrew, but he wouldn't let me go, his tongue going out of his mouth to lick at the tip of mine as I was taking my face away.

I sighed deeply. I was so tired and my ass hurt already, while I was still sitting on it. Actually, I couldn't remember the time when it hadn't been hurting. I bet ever since that first time, throughout weeks changing smoothly into months.

I tried to stand up, but Heero grasped my hand and pulled me back down to him. I looked briefly at our intertwined fingers. His hand, slightly larger, warmer, a bit more callused, the skin on it the color of pale gold, while mine was nearly porcelain white. Our hands were looking beautiful like that, together, like we never could be.

I felt tears collecting in the back of my eyes at the memory, of his indifference then, when he was satiated at least. He wouldn't leave while I was asleep from exhaustion anymore, he would let me watch him dressing and then tell me coldly to get up and get to work.

These moments I hated him. I was having sex with him, whenever he wished, as long as he wished, the way he wished. In fact, I had nothing to tell. It was natural for me to want something in return, I didn't crave the dominance in bed, I was satisfied with our sex the way it was, I just wanted to be treated like his lover I was. I wanted us to be couple, to hold hands, talk a bit, go out together.

I'd thought, for a while, that he wanted the very same thing, just didn't know how to ask for it and so, being the man of action he was, decided on screwing me to show me his interest in me. And so, after our first time I'd simply tried to treat him like if he was my boyfriend. Meeting him on the dormitory's corridor the next morning, after spending the night on the pad, I'd asked if he'd like to go out at evening. It'd left me speechless when he'd told me not to imagine too much, that things between us hadn't changed just because of the previous night, then he'd turned and started going away.

I'd rushed after him, asking him what had he meant then doing what he'd done, never getting an answer. It'd stunned me even more when he'd told that however we wouldn't go out, we'd have fun that night, the best fun I'd ever had. So, he had planned on using me again ? I'd promised to myself then I wouldn't let him, but then...

And so I was here now, fucked yet again by him, used, whore. Why was I still letting him ? Why was I still ending willingly sharing the bed with him every night ? Did I want pleasure ? I could have it with someone else, who could happen to love me at the same time. Did I want anything I could get from Heero Yuy then ? Was it that ?

I'd never opposed him, I'd never tried to stop him physically, but I had told him many times in not so polite way what I was thinking of him and his idea of an relationship. He would listen with a confident smirk and a bulge growing steadily in his tight shorts and ask me then, when I'd been done with my rambling, what was the point of saying that if I was going to be his in a few minutes anyway. It would silence me, because I'd known that indeed I was going to be his in a few minutes if he wished so.

It was terrible, the way he was making my body betray me.

But no matter how many times the very same scenario had repeated, I would still try to get closer. I'd asked him once, why was he doing that at all, with me, just with me. If there was something special in me that was turning him on like that or was I just the next one in the row because I was at hand.

He'd asked me back why had I needed to know. I'd told him that it was important for me to know if I was someone special at least or just another whore. He'd never answered, but there had been something in his eyes, confusion and something he'd been trying to hide...

I bet he'd been a virgin before that first time as well. I bet he'd planned it out carefully and completed like a mission because he had wanted to, because I had turned him on. I'd come closer and he hadn't backed away, looking him in the eye, I'd reached for his hand and had been about to grasp it, to hold it and never let go when he'd slapped my hand away. His eyes had turned back just cold and he'd told me in a hoarse whisper that I was just a whore and that I had no right to touch him when he didn't tell me to.

I'd been offended and not letting him close for a few days, but then...

I was back to being his whore. It was what I was and what I was staying because of false hopes.

But I couldn't stop, he really was like alcohol, he was destroying me, but I couldn't stop myself from coming back for more, he was addictive and every single time he was leaving me with a hangover, just like alcohol. And I needed still more of him to forget...

forget of the hangover, forget of him, forget of the war, forget of everything...

All would just disappear in the haze induced by pleasure and pain, mixed together.

So I was lying on his bed on my back, with my legs wide apart and knees drawn high to my chest, penetrated by him, however I could take no more.

Sweat was running down his muscled body in thick rivulets, his legs were trembling under him, but he just kept on moving, determination shining in his eyes.

Slowly, he was getting my drained body to respond, I turned hard and as he was stroking my prostate continuously I began to moan loudly, though my dry throat refused to let out any louder sound. With the last viscous thrust I was over the edge again. I came, screaming his name, my semen released onto our bodies.

He stayed rock hard inside me. I looked up at him with soft pleading. I really couldn't take no more. Last times, I was starting to bleed from my anus for no apparent reason, the pain was getting unbearable at times and I feared someone would notice my strange squirming, that they'd send me to the doctor. It would've been hard to explain...

Too much sex ? At the very age of fifteen years old ?

And what if they asked me why I was still letting him ? What could've I say while I had no clue myself ?

And he didn't care for me, he wouldn't stop even if I'd be bleeding and screaming in pain until I'd tell him `no`, loudly and clearly.

He pulled out of me and for the shortest while I thought he was really going to leave me alone and get lost of his erection on his own. I could even give him a blowjob, if he let me. He'd never let me, I was supposed to be uke, in every way. He wouldn't give me that much of control.

But then my hopes turned false yet again. I was turned over roughly, my ass up, my knees pulled up more under me so my ass would be higher to give him easier access and he began to force himself inside yet again. He was deep already and started to move and the pain wasn't fading. It was unusual. What had he done to me ?

I didn't want him to be doing anything to me anymore !

It was rape, he was doing that against my will, in a way he'd been raping me for months now because I'd never really wanted this, he'd been just always somehow... maneuvering me into it, since the very first time. I'd been voicing my complaints and still, it'd continued.

But I wouldn't let him anymore.

I clutched the sheets in my hands, restraining myself from crying out loud from pain and anguish.

I couldn't seem weak, I needed to be strong in order to stop him, stronger than him.

Slowly, I rose from the sheets, kicked him off me and turned to look at him, my violet eyes burning with anger and distress. Not anymore ! Not a day longer !

" Stop !"



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I have another part prewritten, from Heero's POV this time, so check in a few days.

Thanks for all the reviews of the first part.