Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Spoil of War, book 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

There was a strange little smile on Duo’s face, as he ran his hand through Heero’s hair. “Tomorrow you will have things to do,” he murmured in return. “But we have a little time, tonight.” The little space between them was too far, and too cold; he pressed forward again, burying his face in Heero’s neck. His hand stroked down Heero’s back and side, and everywhere he touched, he trailed fire in his wake.

Awkwardly, unsure, Heero tried to copy Duo’s actions. Shifting position on the bed, he leaned back just far enough to pull Duo completely onto his lap. There was a heat he’d never known forming in the pit of his stomach, a tightness in his groin where it pressed against Duo’s thigh. One hand buried itself in the silky fall of Duo’s hair, while the other fumbled along the sharp line of Duo’s spine; down his lower back, and around the graceful curve of his hip.

Duo made a small sound, then, or else Heero might never have known -- but he was so attuned to his love’s body that he felt as much as heard the muffled choking noise against his shoulder. It was enough to distract him from the strange, heated thoughts, and he felt the tension build along Duo’s shoulders and down his back, drawing him tight. “Duo?” he muttered softly, but there was no response.

Alarm seeped into his mind, dashing away the building excitement under a flood of dread. He pulled away, grasping Duo by the shoulders and pushing him back, off his legs and onto the folds of the blanket. “Duo? What’s wrong?” Duo’s body was too limp under his hands, his motions too feeble. Heero took Duo’s chin in his hand, turning the face up to where he could see.

His worst fears were confirmed -- Duo’s eyes were flooded with silent tears, overflowing and tracking down over his cheeks. The shaking in his body was almost violent now, spreading from his chest out to his limbs. Duo’s expression was such a mixture of terror and absolute despair as Heero had never wanted to see on his face again. “Duo! Please, love, talk to me!”

Duo just shook his head, weakly, and curled in on himself as another choked sob escaped his control, and another. Heero reached out to caress his face comfortingly -- but Duo shuddered, and flinched away from his touch. Panicked, Heero detangled his body from Duo’s as best he could -- he wanted nothing more than to gather Duo into his arms, and soothe him, but he knew that would only make this worse. Instead, he pulled Duo back upright, steadying him on the blankets, and then moved away. “Oh, Duo... Gods, Duo, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking...”

“It wasn’t,” Duo gasped, and swallowed hard before he could speak. “It wasn’t you, Heero, it wasn’t you at all... it’s m-me... I’m sorry...”

“No!” Heero’s hands hovered in the air above Duo’s shoulders; what touch would be safe? Could he even take Duo’s hands without causing more suffering? “Don’t be sorry, love, just tell me what happened... tell me what’s wrong...”