There was no way he could misinterpret the meaning of Heero’s words; not with the heat of Heero’s hands weighing on his shoulders. Not with the newborn passion on his face, or the glitter of excitement in his eyes. They terrified him and he couldn’t even say why; this was Heero, Heero, and he...
I’d never hurt you.
Besides; Duo was hardly a stranger to sex. He’d spent -- he shuddered from the thought, but could not avoid it -- two years in captivity, and though he’d been a virgin when he began, after the first time he’d not gone two or three days without one of the men forcing him. And there was nothing they would enjoy more than hitting or cutting or choking him while they raped him.
“I... I’m not afraid...”
But this was Heero; Heero wouldn’t do any of those things to him. Heero wouldn’t beat him, wouldn’t make him bleed, wouldn’t laugh with delight while forcing screams out of his battered frame. He knew that Heero would be careful -- and as long as he was gentle, then surely sex wouldn’t be so bad. Couldn’t be so bad.
Will you trust me?
Heero. The man Duo loved more than his own soul; the man who had given him so much that he’d be repaying him far past the end of his life. How could he sit in Heero’s arms on Heero’s bed and tell him no?
So before the dread could close his throat, he forced his lips apart. “All right,” he whispered.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:33 am (UTC)I want to give this to you.
It terrified him.
There was no way he could misinterpret the meaning of Heero’s words; not with the heat of Heero’s hands weighing on his shoulders. Not with the newborn passion on his face, or the glitter of excitement in his eyes. They terrified him and he couldn’t even say why; this was Heero, Heero, and he...
I’d never hurt you.
Besides; Duo was hardly a stranger to sex. He’d spent -- he shuddered from the thought, but could not avoid it -- two years in captivity, and though he’d been a virgin when he began, after the first time he’d not gone two or three days without one of the men forcing him. And there was nothing they would enjoy more than hitting or cutting or choking him while they raped him.
“I... I’m not afraid...”
But this was Heero; Heero wouldn’t do any of those things to him. Heero wouldn’t beat him, wouldn’t make him bleed, wouldn’t laugh with delight while forcing screams out of his battered frame. He knew that Heero would be careful -- and as long as he was gentle, then surely sex wouldn’t be so bad. Couldn’t be so bad.
Will you trust me?
Heero. The man Duo loved more than his own soul; the man who had given him so much that he’d be repaying him far past the end of his life. How could he sit in Heero’s arms on Heero’s bed and tell him no?
So before the dread could close his throat, he forced his lips apart. “All right,” he whispered.