Duo shook his head from side to side, not completely able to focus on Heero. “N...no... feels good...” he gasped out, best as he could. It felt too good; it was reawakening sensations and feelings that he had locked away and buried more than a year ago. “Don’t s-stop...” Heero had asked for this. Heero wanted this. Duo could not deny anything.
~With his arms twisted back and his shoulders bent upwards this way, his chest arched painfully out from the floor, strained and vulnerable. When the rough hands descended on his chest, squeezing and scraping along his skin, he tried but couldn’t find the room to cringe away. Panic began to eat at his mind as the hands continued to grasp, to fondle him; what was the man doing? Why was he -- what...~
~A sharp cry forced out of his throat as the fingers seized his nipple and pinched viciously. A bolt of pain shot through his mind, but it was laced with something dark and unpleasant that left a flush of heat in its wake. His heart beat faster, now, thudding hollowly in his throat and ears as he frantically tried to understand. His breaths grew shorter, more ragged, and he had to bite back another cry of pain as the hand inexorably moved to the other nipple and twisted cruelly. Again the frightening mix of agony and... pleasure?~
~He didn’t understand. He didn’t WANT to understand, he only knew that it hurt, that it was new and frightening and he wanted it to stop! A shudder and his voice burst out of his throat in a hoarse shout. “Get your hands off me you BASTARD!”~
Startled, Heero brought his head up from Duo’s chest to stare up at him, frowning in confusion. “Did you just say something, Duo?”
“No...” Duo mumbled, but had to repeat himself, a little louder. He had to stay focused -- had to stay here, with Heero, not to let himself slip away. Gods, he did not want to slip away. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his hands clenched in the blanket, desperately seeking to anchor him firmly in the here-and-now. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Heero’s gaze searching his face, and basked in the scorching weight of it. This was Heero... Heero... no-one else...
But after a minute Heero looked away, and his hands began to move again. His fingertips brushed only lightly against Duo’s oversensitive nipples, his palms stretched down across Duo’s chest until the heel of his hand nested at the edge of Duo’s ribcage. Thumbs met just where the breastbone ended, and his hands splayed wide easily spanned Duo’s narrow waist and curled around his sides. He held them there, with just enough pressure to preserve the contact as Heero shifted on the bed and pulled himself further down Duo’s body. A warm flush of pleasure suffused Duo’s skin, wherever Heero’s touch passed.
~Only a chuckle answered, a sound full of rust and malice. “Treize was right,” the man mused, dragging nails down Duo’s chest and belly. “You are a fighter, after all. That’s good... very good. Fight all you can, my pretty one, for it only makes it sweeter when you give in.”~
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)Duo shook his head from side to side, not completely able to focus on Heero. “N...no... feels good...” he gasped out, best as he could. It felt too good; it was reawakening sensations and feelings that he had locked away and buried more than a year ago. “Don’t s-stop...” Heero had asked for this. Heero wanted this. Duo could not deny anything.
~With his arms twisted back and his shoulders bent upwards this way, his chest arched painfully out from the floor, strained and vulnerable. When the rough hands descended on his chest, squeezing and scraping along his skin, he tried but couldn’t find the room to cringe away. Panic began to eat at his mind as the hands continued to grasp, to fondle him; what was the man doing? Why was he -- what...~
~A sharp cry forced out of his throat as the fingers seized his nipple and pinched viciously. A bolt of pain shot through his mind, but it was laced with something dark and unpleasant that left a flush of heat in its wake. His heart beat faster, now, thudding hollowly in his throat and ears as he frantically tried to understand. His breaths grew shorter, more ragged, and he had to bite back another cry of pain as the hand inexorably moved to the other nipple and twisted cruelly. Again the frightening mix of agony and... pleasure?~
~He didn’t understand. He didn’t WANT to understand, he only knew that it hurt, that it was new and frightening and he wanted it to stop! A shudder and his voice burst out of his throat in a hoarse shout. “Get your hands off me you BASTARD!”~
Startled, Heero brought his head up from Duo’s chest to stare up at him, frowning in confusion. “Did you just say something, Duo?”
“No...” Duo mumbled, but had to repeat himself, a little louder. He had to stay focused -- had to stay here, with Heero, not to let himself slip away. Gods, he did not want to slip away. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his hands clenched in the blanket, desperately seeking to anchor him firmly in the here-and-now. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Heero’s gaze searching his face, and basked in the scorching weight of it. This was Heero... Heero... no-one else...
But after a minute Heero looked away, and his hands began to move again. His fingertips brushed only lightly against Duo’s oversensitive nipples, his palms stretched down across Duo’s chest until the heel of his hand nested at the edge of Duo’s ribcage. Thumbs met just where the breastbone ended, and his hands splayed wide easily spanned Duo’s narrow waist and curled around his sides. He held them there, with just enough pressure to preserve the contact as Heero shifted on the bed and pulled himself further down Duo’s body. A warm flush of pleasure suffused Duo’s skin, wherever Heero’s touch passed.
~Only a chuckle answered, a sound full of rust and malice. “Treize was right,” the man mused, dragging nails down Duo’s chest and belly. “You are a fighter, after all. That’s good... very good. Fight all you can, my pretty one, for it only makes it sweeter when you give in.”~