He paused for a second, to try and take an account of how his ministrations were affecting his lover. He could hear the quickened, uneven breathing rushing in and out of Duo’s lungs, and his accelerated heartbeat was easy to feel in the artery that flowed through the groin into the leg. There was a tension in his muscles, a slight trembling in his limbs, that spoke to Heero of some distress or pain; but the same signals also matched Trowa’s description of arousal, and while Duo wasn’t completely hard yet, he was most definitely responding.
After a minute, Heero concluded that there were no danger signs yet, and it was safe to proceed. He had something of a plan, drawn from the information Trowa had provided him with and also from his own body’s feelings. Follow your instincts, he told himself. He didn’t think this was quite what Odin Lowe had in mind when he’d said that. But I will, all the same.
Taking a risk, Heero shifted his fingertips higher up in Duo’s groin, encircling his shaft. He could feel the pulse against the palm of his hand, as he leaned over to rub his cheek against it.
~This time there was no relief even when the hand released his genitals and the man stood from his crouch. The fresh cuts on his inflamed arousal burned horribly, only adding to the unwelcome flames licking through his flesh. He lay, panting, on the dirt floor, eyes clamped shut as he desperately tried to wrestle his reactions back under control. How... how could his body betray him this way? He couldn’t -- Gods, he couldn’t stop it -- he burned with humiliation and lust.~
~”Still fighting,” the man commented from above him, sounding mildly surprised. “I’m impressed, doll. You responded so sweetly under the kiss of steel, I’m amazed you have any will left to resist. Just as well, I suppose, no point in wasting that fire...”~
~An iron clamp fastened to the back of his head, hauling him off the ground by his hair. He winced at the sharp pains shooting through his scalp, and struggled to find a balance, on his knees, so that he wasn’t dangling in the air like an animal. He was only dimly aware of movement in front of him; he let his eyes slip closed, concentrating on quelling the alien fire racing through his veins. His comforting haze was snapped, though, as something was shoved rudely into his face.~
~”Suck.”~
Duo’s eyes flew open, but he couldn’t see the comforting, familiar room that he knew he was in, couldn’t see the dark tousled hair bending over him, couldn’t see anything but sickeningly familiar shapes looming in the shadows. It’s Heero! Heero! He repeated the name over and over again, trying to make his body believe that. No-one but Heero had ever given him this feeling, this sweet glow between his legs -- but his limbs trembled with the need to fight, run, struggle, escape, anything but stay here and relive this nightmare.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)He paused for a second, to try and take an account of how his ministrations were affecting his lover. He could hear the quickened, uneven breathing rushing in and out of Duo’s lungs, and his accelerated heartbeat was easy to feel in the artery that flowed through the groin into the leg. There was a tension in his muscles, a slight trembling in his limbs, that spoke to Heero of some distress or pain; but the same signals also matched Trowa’s description of arousal, and while Duo wasn’t completely hard yet, he was most definitely responding.
After a minute, Heero concluded that there were no danger signs yet, and it was safe to proceed. He had something of a plan, drawn from the information Trowa had provided him with and also from his own body’s feelings. Follow your instincts, he told himself. He didn’t think this was quite what Odin Lowe had in mind when he’d said that. But I will, all the same.
Taking a risk, Heero shifted his fingertips higher up in Duo’s groin, encircling his shaft. He could feel the pulse against the palm of his hand, as he leaned over to rub his cheek against it.
~This time there was no relief even when the hand released his genitals and the man stood from his crouch. The fresh cuts on his inflamed arousal burned horribly, only adding to the unwelcome flames licking through his flesh. He lay, panting, on the dirt floor, eyes clamped shut as he desperately tried to wrestle his reactions back under control. How... how could his body betray him this way? He couldn’t -- Gods, he couldn’t stop it -- he burned with humiliation and lust.~
~”Still fighting,” the man commented from above him, sounding mildly surprised. “I’m impressed, doll. You responded so sweetly under the kiss of steel, I’m amazed you have any will left to resist. Just as well, I suppose, no point in wasting that fire...”~
~An iron clamp fastened to the back of his head, hauling him off the ground by his hair. He winced at the sharp pains shooting through his scalp, and struggled to find a balance, on his knees, so that he wasn’t dangling in the air like an animal. He was only dimly aware of movement in front of him; he let his eyes slip closed, concentrating on quelling the alien fire racing through his veins. His comforting haze was snapped, though, as something was shoved rudely into his face.~
~”Suck.”~
Duo’s eyes flew open, but he couldn’t see the comforting, familiar room that he knew he was in, couldn’t see the dark tousled hair bending over him, couldn’t see anything but sickeningly familiar shapes looming in the shadows. It’s Heero! Heero! He repeated the name over and over again, trying to make his body believe that. No-one but Heero had ever given him this feeling, this sweet glow between his legs -- but his limbs trembled with the need to fight, run, struggle, escape, anything but stay here and relive this nightmare.