when Duo's world truly began to fracture. He heard himself moaning in pleasure, distant and detached and uncontrolled, but at the same time he was crying out in agony and betrayal and feeling every cell in his body cracking with the grief of it. And when Heero sped up his pace, pumping rhythmically into Duo's body with lethal precision, and his hand too matched the pace until Duo shattered into his hand. He didn't feel Heero finish, or pull out of him, and was hardly aware when Heero rolled him over onto his back and arranged the blankets around him. Staring up at the ceiling, he saw Heero's dark form loom over him for a minute and felt nothing, not even when Heero's knuckles brushed his face in an almost tender way. Not until Heero leaned down close to his ear, and said, just what Duo had said that night. "You enjoyed it, too," he breathed into Duo's ear, almost softly. "So how could it be wrong?" And not until he straightened up and walked away, leaving Duo there on the bed, did sensation start to return. He could feel each and every inch of his body, and he realized as he lay there that Heero hadn't really hurt him any more than he already had been. A few small bruises, around his wrists. A bit of chafing, around his anus. Small wounds. By such small wounds we kill men. He lay there, with those small wounds, and there was nothing to stop him from getting out of the bed and walking out the door except that the mechanism which provided the will to motion was gone. That which provided the will to life, was as broken as his will to walk away. Oh, for the privilege to walk away. Duo remembered: He had been so happy when the professors had ordered Heero to become partner because it had meant that he could not walk away. And tomorrow he would have to get up from this bed, and go with his partner on a mission, and trust his life and everything he was fighting for to Heero. And maybe if he was lucky he would die.
Re: Honey
Date: 2006-02-21 03:54 am (UTC)He heard himself moaning in pleasure, distant and detached and uncontrolled, but at the same time he was crying out in agony and betrayal and feeling every cell in his body cracking with the grief of it. And when Heero sped up his pace, pumping rhythmically into Duo's body with lethal precision, and his hand too matched the pace until Duo shattered into his hand.
He didn't feel Heero finish, or pull out of him, and was hardly aware when Heero rolled him over onto his back and arranged the blankets around him. Staring up at the ceiling, he saw Heero's dark form loom over him for a minute and felt nothing, not even when Heero's knuckles brushed his face in an almost tender way. Not until Heero leaned down close to his ear, and said, just what Duo had said that night.
"You enjoyed it, too," he breathed into Duo's ear, almost softly. "So how could it be wrong?"
And not until he straightened up and walked away, leaving Duo there on the bed, did sensation start to return.
He could feel each and every inch of his body, and he realized as he lay there that Heero hadn't really hurt him any more than he already had been. A few small bruises, around his wrists. A bit of chafing, around his anus. Small wounds. By such small wounds we kill men. He lay there, with those small wounds, and there was nothing to stop him from getting out of the bed and walking out the door except that the mechanism which provided the will to motion was gone. That which provided the will to life, was as broken as his will to walk away.
Oh, for the privilege to walk away. Duo remembered: He had been so happy when the professors had ordered Heero to become partner because it had meant that he could not walk away. And tomorrow he would have to get up from this bed, and go with his partner on a mission, and trust his life and everything he was fighting for to Heero. And maybe if he was lucky he would die.
~owari~