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. Heero's POV this time.

Why don't I ever know what is the title/author of the doujinshis I own, on paper or scans ? I really do need to learn to read Japanese...


Seize - the sequel 2
by solange channonix





Who was he to be telling me `no` ? He couldn't refuse me, willing or not, he was going to stay mine and I was going to prove that to him as many times as I wished.

He was mine, he'd been a virgin when I'd first taken him and had him already more times than any other man was going to, ever. No man other than me would ever touch him at all. I wouldn't let them, now that I had him I wouldn't let him go. If I had to hurt him in order to keep him the way I wanted him, then let it be so, though I didn't wish to see him hurt he needed to stay mine, that was the most important.

He was the most thrilling creature I'd ever met. I'd always thought I hadn't much interest in males, but it was only because I was younger than everyone wherever I'd appeared and therefore if anything I could be fucked by some adult man and it had never seemed interesting to me. So I'd figured out I had to like girls then, but girls... were too passive, too weak, too alien. I needed another soldier and I needed someone strong enough to endure me.

Duo was just that. He was at the same time strong and delicate, he was looking fragile, but he could endure much, still, he was weaker than me and easy to dominate, as I would find out. He was pretty, his charm was girly and masculine all the same, but no one would tell he was not beautiful with large amethyst eyes and long braid swirling behind him.

He could be passive in bed, but keeping him on bottom was like a fight, you could feel how his strong will was resisting you, trying to stop you. His eyes would burn with the strive for dominance for himself, as any girl's I'd had never had. Duo had spirit and he wasn't going to make an offering for you of it.

Breaking him, pushing him more and more towards the edge was sick fun.

I liked the feeling of control. I could do with him whatever I wished and he was strong himself and not many men would've been able to keep him down the way I had. It was making me feel strong. I needed that feeling. I'd never had control over anything in my life, now the time came, I had the most beautiful and the strongest boy I'd ever met as my toy.

I wanted things to stay that way.

Why wouldn't I be his boyfriend in the real meaning of the word, as he wished ?

I didn't want to come that close. I didn't want to hurt when he'd die, I didn't want to go crazy from the pain because that I would hurt was a sure thing. But I wanted to hurt just like if I'd lost my very favorite toy, the most precious possession, not the second half of myself I feared he could swiftly become if I'd let him too close.

I did regret I couldn't let him love me. It would've felt even better than this, I was sure. And it was heaven in itself, not because of sex, but because Duo was mine, was submitting to me.

But we couldn't, there was the war.

The last time, he'd told me to stop. He'd kicked me off him, punched me in the jaw breaking the bone there and had been ready to beat further, but I'd restrained him. He knew I was stronger and still, he'd attacked me. His patience was wearing thin now, but I could not stop.

I sat on the bed I'd been lying on, seeing him appear in the doorway. He was back from showering, dressed in his pajama, with the hair long to his knees dripping wet all over the floor. The sight of him with his hair down tended to make me hard immediately.

I stood up and approached till I could feel his body's heat through my shirt.

" Still unwilling ?" I whispered the question huskily in his ear.

" I told you to stop, once and for good."

" I can't."

I pulled away to see panic flashing in his eyes. I caught his wrists when he took his hands up to fight and dragged him to the floor, hovering over him, crashing him under my greater body weight so he couldn't run away.

He tried to squirm, but quickly enough stilled, just looking up at me, with hatred filled eyes.

Something stung inside my heart. I never wanted him to get to hate me.

But he had to be mine, yet again. I needed to prove that to us both.

" You're going to rape me ?" He asked, looking me straight in the eye.

A smirk passed over my features as I lowered by body more onto his, feeling his warmth, his softness.

" You're nuts."

" You've made me that, just you. It should answer your question from a while back. Yes, you are special ! Just you make me lose my control so much !" I screamed in his face, regaining my composure only after a while. I'd never seen his eyes being that large before.

He'd never looked so utterly beautiful as now, looking at me wide-eyed, with his damp hair down, lying under us in a mass of auburn strands, with water dripping from his bangs onto his face, its droplets shining on his porcelain skin. Fear transpiring from his every pore...

I liked that and it made me sick.

I shook my head and reached down, into his pajama pants, to grasp his shaft. He wasn't hard at all, but that was going to change.

" Don't you understand the meaning of the word `stop` ?" He asked, panting heavier and heavier with every passing second.

He lowered his gaze, squeezing his eyes shut.

" It means I don't want you to touch me anymore..." He hissed through clenched teeth, a moan following.

It made me smirk again.

" Obviously you do not !" He growled, maneuvering one his hand from under us and catching mine with bone crashing force, just above the wrist, his eyes opening to look up at me with fierce determination.

" Stop, Heero !" He repeated, holding my hand away from his crotch.

" If you didn't want me to come close, you could tell me at the very beginning. Now it's too late. Remember ? I gave you the choice, then in the sport's hall. You chose yourself to offer yourself up to me."

" But I thought..."

I removed his hand from my wrist using my second one.

" You shouldn't except nothing else. I didn't tell you I loved you, I just showed you I wanted to have sex with you." I continued, reaching with my thumb to stroke his chin.

He flinched at the contact, but I didn't mind and leaned down to kiss him anyway. A deep kiss, with my tongue reaching the depths of his throat. I was holding his chin firmly at the right angle while his hands were grasping my shirt, stronger and stronger the deeper I got. He pulled away, but not entirely, licking his lips instead. He moaned in protest while I reached to his crotch again.

Why make it so complicated ? We'd had it quite a few times in the past anyway, hadn't we ?

Still stroking his shaft, hard and dripping with precum at the time, I began to lick on his earlobe sensually while he was lying there wide-eyed and just trying to keep silent.

One more move and he came with just a hiss. I grasped his hand, feeling his fingers clench over it uncontrollably as the waves of orgasm rushed through him. I was kissing his neck, the fingers of his second hand digging painfully in my chest.

If only he would cooperate...

" Stop..." He whispered, almost inaudibly.

" You're only making this worse, Duo." I replied, lubricating two of my fingers and coming back to him soon enough to spread his long, slim legs.

He tried to push me away, but it was easy this time to restrain his hands and force my knee between his legs.

" I don't want to..."

He was making it too difficult. I needed to have at least one hand free of restraining him in order to stretch him. I pulled his head to me, our faces inches apart and while he stubbornly kept his mouth shut I reached for the gun and smoothly pointed it right to his heart.

" You've brought it on yourself, Duo."

I bet now he would cooperate. Or else I'd shoot, but not in the heart.

He had no choice but to let me kiss him, deeply on the mouth again and then lower him back to the floor, covering his slightest body with mine completely. His fingers were digging into my back, but I could care less, as long as the cold piece of metal was between us it was like these old times. He was docile.

I reached down to stroke his shaft as I forced my fingers inside him, slowly, one by one, inch by inch. I didn't intend to cause him pain, I just wanted him to be mine, yet again.

His eyes widened at the sensation of being filled, in pain ? I wasn't hurting him, I was as gentle as ever, but he began to thrash despite the gun still pressed to his chest he began to push me away and squirm out of my hold.

" Are you crazy ?! Do you want me to shoot ? What's so bad about this ?! You've never complained before !"

" Stop..." Was the only answer, repeated like a mantra.

I gave up on stretching him and just impaled him, in one quick stroke. He was so hot and tight... Tighter than ever before... I'd been always stretching him, to save him the pain, but that way it was even...

I began to pant heavily, approaching my orgasm dangerously quickly. His hands were clutching onto the sheets and blood poured out of his mouth. He'd bit down on his tongue, hard, as he was trying to keep his mouth shut not to scream. In pain ? I was watching horrified as the blood was pouring out of his opening around my shaft. But I couldn't pull out. It felt too damned good.

I needed to hold him as he got limp in my arms. Hold him and continued driving in and out of his tight heat moist with blood. He was screaming in pain openly now.

I was sick, with what I was doing. Sick and ready to puke. I was hurting him and it was causing me pleasure. He was right, I was nuts. I had truly gone crazy because of him.

" Look, what you've made me do..." I moaned out as I came through the longest orgasm of my life, his inner muscles still stretched tightly around me.

It felt so good I didn't feel like withdrawing. I stayed in watching his impassive face come back to life, his eyes, filled with even greater hatred look up at me and hearing to his hoarse silent whisper.

" You won't see me again, Heero. Even if I needed to kill you or myself, you won't be touching me anymore. I swear you."

Then he lost consciousness and I withdrew at last, looking at him, lying there spent and broken.

My Duo, my broken toy...


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