“Don’t look,” he whispered, his voice barely audible and rough with shame. “Please don’t.” He knew what Heero had to see; a rack of bones and scars, a broken and pathetic remnant of a human being. Heero was just so strong, so perfect; what could he possibly see among the weakness and imperfections to desire? He curled in towards himself, gathering his arms and legs towards his center, until Heero’s hands caught his arms and stopped him.
Heero had no intention of looking away. He’d known what Duo looked like naked ever since the first time he had caught sight of the feral creature crouching in the mud; ever since that day, he’d watched Duo slowly recover. Watched as the dirt was stripped away, as the wounds closed and healed, as the bruises faded, as the sharp edges of bone vanished, as the bright spark of intelligence had returned to Duo’s eyes. From the very first, his heart was lost to this beautiful creature; and now, with Duo so amazingly far on the road to recovery, to health, he now asked him to look away?
“But I want to look at you,” Heero said gently, easing Duo’s limbs back out straight. “You’re so... beautiful, Duo.”
~”Yes, a pretty one indeed.”~
~The sudden glare of lights above made him wince, barely able to focus on the man looming over him. Some of the wrinkles were age and some of them were from the lecherous grin twisting the features; thin eyes crowded close about a bulbous nose, narrowed in cold calculation.~
~He cringed away as one knobby-veined hand reached towards him, and caught his face in a bruising grip. That repellent face came too close, until he could smell the reek of its breath. “Well, my pretty little doll,” the man chuckled, a pale and swollen tongue flickering out to moisten flaking lips. “Shall we begin?”~
His hands stayed on Duo’s upper arms, rubbing softly up and down even as his mouth wandered down Duo’s collarbone and his breastbone. He touched everywhere, at first with no purpose, just brushing his lips over Duo’s chest; his tongue flickered out, dancing in the hollow between two ribs, and Duo couldn’t stifle a gasp. He squeezed his eyes shut as Heero came unbearably close to one ultrasensitive nipple, and bit his lip to stifle a cry as Heero’s soft lips brushed lightly over one stiffened nub. The sensation jolted directly to the back of his brain, and when Heero’s soft tongue pressed against the nipple, circling it gently, he felt it straight to his groin. He tried to choke back on the moan that wanted to escape his throat, but a whimper sounded to his ears nonetheless.
Heero pulled away, and Duo nearly gasped in protest. “Duo?” Heero asked softly, huskily; there was passion in his voice, but also concern. “Do you want me to stop, Duo? Is this all right?”
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)“Don’t look,” he whispered, his voice barely audible and rough with shame. “Please don’t.” He knew what Heero had to see; a rack of bones and scars, a broken and pathetic remnant of a human being. Heero was just so strong, so perfect; what could he possibly see among the weakness and imperfections to desire? He curled in towards himself, gathering his arms and legs towards his center, until Heero’s hands caught his arms and stopped him.
Heero had no intention of looking away. He’d known what Duo looked like naked ever since the first time he had caught sight of the feral creature crouching in the mud; ever since that day, he’d watched Duo slowly recover. Watched as the dirt was stripped away, as the wounds closed and healed, as the bruises faded, as the sharp edges of bone vanished, as the bright spark of intelligence had returned to Duo’s eyes. From the very first, his heart was lost to this beautiful creature; and now, with Duo so amazingly far on the road to recovery, to health, he now asked him to look away?
“But I want to look at you,” Heero said gently, easing Duo’s limbs back out straight. “You’re so... beautiful, Duo.”
~”Yes, a pretty one indeed.”~
~The sudden glare of lights above made him wince, barely able to focus on the man looming over him. Some of the wrinkles were age and some of them were from the lecherous grin twisting the features; thin eyes crowded close about a bulbous nose, narrowed in cold calculation.~
~He cringed away as one knobby-veined hand reached towards him, and caught his face in a bruising grip. That repellent face came too close, until he could smell the reek of its breath. “Well, my pretty little doll,” the man chuckled, a pale and swollen tongue flickering out to moisten flaking lips. “Shall we begin?”~
His hands stayed on Duo’s upper arms, rubbing softly up and down even as his mouth wandered down Duo’s collarbone and his breastbone. He touched everywhere, at first with no purpose, just brushing his lips over Duo’s chest; his tongue flickered out, dancing in the hollow between two ribs, and Duo couldn’t stifle a gasp. He squeezed his eyes shut as Heero came unbearably close to one ultrasensitive nipple, and bit his lip to stifle a cry as Heero’s soft lips brushed lightly over one stiffened nub. The sensation jolted directly to the back of his brain, and when Heero’s soft tongue pressed against the nipple, circling it gently, he felt it straight to his groin. He tried to choke back on the moan that wanted to escape his throat, but a whimper sounded to his ears nonetheless.
Heero pulled away, and Duo nearly gasped in protest. “Duo?” Heero asked softly, huskily; there was passion in his voice, but also concern. “Do you want me to stop, Duo? Is this all right?”