Goodbye LJ...
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windandwaterThis 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!
♥
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
Date: 2006-02-28 01:32 am (UTC)Part of him, though he hated it, couldn’t wait for the army to leave. He could always hear, even when his mind was somewhere else, the constant unrelenting mutter in the background -- louder, now, with so much tension and anticipation in the air. Hearing them, always hearing them, he couldn’t fool himself with the illusion of solitude. He could not stand to have anyone’s eyes on him, not even for an instant, and the endless hum of voices was a ceaseless reminder of their pitiless gazes. It didn’t bother him when Heero was around -- Heero made him safe -- and Quatre or even Trowa’s presence could block it out. But he spent all too much time alone now, and sometimes the voices just got louder and louder until his mind whited out from their presence, and he would shake helplessly in the grip of a terror he couldn’t even put words to.
So part of him felt a vast relief that today was the last afternoon of the last day, and the troops would be moving out tomorrow. But the easing of the wordless panic only cleared the way for other fears, a little more abstract, but no less crushing for all that. Because Heero left tomorrow. He was going to meet them. And... and he had been very careful, to keep his words encouraging and his tone hopeful, but Duo was not stupid.
He might not come back.
Gods... Gods, what will I do if he doesn’t come back?
He hadn’t gone to Quatre’s today. There was at least a little of Heero’s presence that still hung about his tent, and Duo needed that right now. Besides which, walking through the camp, feeling all the eyes on him, was a torture he couldn’t endure right now. Not with the fear, the very real fear of losing Heero looming over his head.
Most of all, he hated feeling helpless. It was a sensation to which he was well accustomed, but it didn’t make this waiting any easier. If only there was something I could do... something I could do to help! But he was in no condition to fight; still on the crutches, he wasn’t even any use in the building and constructing and the preparations that included almost every other body in the encampment.
He blew out a breath in frustration, and then his eye fell on Heero’s desk. He smiled in spite of himself; Heero spent so much time in that chair, poring over the charts and maps and making the plans that would direct the fate of the thousands of soldiers under his care.
Sunlight filtered through the cracks and openings in the canvas roof, lighting the desktop -- the chair was positioned to take the best advantage of that light. It illuminated the parchment sheaf lying on the tabletop, loosely tied together with a piece of twine. The final draft, Duo knew. The plans that Heero had drawn up for the confrontation at Kinekell. His life would rest on how well formed they were.
Something I can do...
Duo pushed up from the bed, and carefully limped over to the desk, hesitating a moment before seating himself in the chair. Adjusting his seat minutely to take better advantage of the light, Duo pulled off the twine and shook the papers out over the flat surface. He bent his head over them intently, the low murmur of voices from beyond the walls momentarily forgotten.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:33 am (UTC)When everything at last was done that had to be done, the last rays of the sun still filtered through the dust, bathing the buildings in gold and the ground in red. Torches were being lit, for those whose work would go on long into the night, but they would not need Heero to direct them. So, for the first time, he chose to return to his tent rather than go on working through the night as was his usual habit.
He walked in with a greeting on his lips, but it froze as the unexpected scene jolted his eyes. His papers were not on the desktop. Across the room, Duo stood in the last patch of sunlight, his hands carefully angled to catch the light, head bent over the sheets. He looked up as Heero walked in, eyes wide and startled.
Heero couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “What are you doing?”
Duo smiled at him, lowering his arms. “Come and look at this,” he invited instead, the hitch still in his walk as he returned to the desk and spread the paper over the desktop. His spread hand covered over a webwork of lines, some in ink, and some -- still fresh and new -- in charcoal.
Biting back further demands for answers, Heero followed Duo’s invitation to sit. Duo moved his hand away, and Heero dropped his eyes to the paper. It took a minute for the markings to make sense to his mind.
When they did, he glanced back up and met Duo’s gaze, his first question replaced by new ones. He didn’t need to ask if this was Duo’s work -- it could hardly have been anyone else’s. “Why?” he asked instead, quiet again.
Duo leaned against the back of the chair to take the weight off his feet, leaning on hand on Heero’s shoulder and one hand on the desk. “It’s a good plan,” he answered. “But it could be better. You see? These hills, on the west side -- if you moved up here, and here,” he touched the new marks, “instead of staying in the box. You would be able to see farther, to shoot farther. Then, you could hold back here -- you wouldn’t need to press forward so far. Then you could move to where you need to be, once you’ve seen how things go. You could have more mobility.”
Heero was silent for a moment, digesting this. “But now the left flank is vulnerable,” he said quietly.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:33 am (UTC)When everything at last was done that had to be done, the last rays of the sun still filtered through the dust, bathing the buildings in gold and the ground in red. Torches were being lit, for those whose work would go on long into the night, but they would not need Heero to direct them. So, for the first time, he chose to return to his tent rather than go on working through the night as was his usual habit.
He walked in with a greeting on his lips, but it froze as the unexpected scene jolted his eyes. His papers were not on the desktop. Across the room, Duo stood in the last patch of sunlight, his hands carefully angled to catch the light, head bent over the sheets. He looked up as Heero walked in, eyes wide and startled.
Heero couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “What are you doing?”
Duo smiled at him, lowering his arms. “Come and look at this,” he invited instead, the hitch still in his walk as he returned to the desk and spread the paper over the desktop. His spread hand covered over a webwork of lines, some in ink, and some -- still fresh and new -- in charcoal.
Biting back further demands for answers, Heero followed Duo’s invitation to sit. Duo moved his hand away, and Heero dropped his eyes to the paper. It took a minute for the markings to make sense to his mind.
When they did, he glanced back up and met Duo’s gaze, his first question replaced by new ones. He didn’t need to ask if this was Duo’s work -- it could hardly have been anyone else’s. “Why?” he asked instead, quiet again.
Duo leaned against the back of the chair to take the weight off his feet, leaning on hand on Heero’s shoulder and one hand on the desk. “It’s a good plan,” he answered. “But it could be better. You see? These hills, on the west side -- if you moved up here, and here,” he touched the new marks, “instead of staying in the box. You would be able to see farther, to shoot farther. Then, you could hold back here -- you wouldn’t need to press forward so far. Then you could move to where you need to be, once you’ve seen how things go. You could have more mobility.”
Heero was silent for a moment, digesting this. “But now the left flank is vulnerable,” he said quietly.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:33 am (UTC)After a minute of silence, Heero looked up again -- the clockwork gears already clicking away again. “But why?” he asked, again.
Duo didn’t answer right away, and when he did his voice was clinical, detached. “If you’re not as strong,” he said quietly, “and you know your enemy is stronger, then you don’t try to pit your weakness against their strength. Instead, you find strength in another place, and use it somewhere where your enemy is weak. But the Earth is stronger than an army of ten thousand men. If you can find a way to use that strength, then you can win no matter what the odds.”
Heero knew that Duo had once been a soldier, too -- that he’d once commanded men in a brutal, bloody war with a lot less margin for error than Heero had. He would not insult Duo by disregarding his advice, no matter how it went against the solid tactics grounding that he had been taught. He fell silent, trying to see it in his head, trying to fit his mind around the situation.
Duo didn’t press matters, waiting for Heero to work the matter through. Through Heero’s shirt, he could feel the knotted tension in his back where Duo’s hand rested. Shifting position so that his weight leaned on the back of the chair, Duo put both his hands on Heero’s shoulders and began to knead his sore muscles.
Even if he didn’t react, Heero was acutely aware of Duo’s hands on his back; he could feel the rock-hard tension of a long week of stress melting away under the touch. After a few minutes, when Duo’s hands moved from his shoulders up to his neck, Heero set down the papers and pushed his chair back.
Duo paused, surprised, as Heero stood up and turned to face him; he started to pull his hands back, thinking he’d somehow hurt Heero, but the other boy quickly took hold of his hands. “You shouldn’t be standing on that leg,” he remarked quietly.
Reminded, Duo winced as he shifted position slightly. “Oh... yeah,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I almost forgot about that.”
“Hn.” Without letting go of Duo’s hands, Heero guided him back over to the bed and pushed him down onto it, turning him so that he sat sideways on top of the blankets. After a moment, Heero sat down behind him.
Puzzled, Duo was about to twist his head around to look at Heero, when he felt strong, warm hands press slightly against his shoulder blades. For a moment they stayed there, and then began to move, as Heero repaid him for the backrub in kind.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:33 am (UTC)After a minute of silence, Heero looked up again -- the clockwork gears already clicking away again. “But why?” he asked, again.
Duo didn’t answer right away, and when he did his voice was clinical, detached. “If you’re not as strong,” he said quietly, “and you know your enemy is stronger, then you don’t try to pit your weakness against their strength. Instead, you find strength in another place, and use it somewhere where your enemy is weak. But the Earth is stronger than an army of ten thousand men. If you can find a way to use that strength, then you can win no matter what the odds.”
Heero knew that Duo had once been a soldier, too -- that he’d once commanded men in a brutal, bloody war with a lot less margin for error than Heero had. He would not insult Duo by disregarding his advice, no matter how it went against the solid tactics grounding that he had been taught. He fell silent, trying to see it in his head, trying to fit his mind around the situation.
Duo didn’t press matters, waiting for Heero to work the matter through. Through Heero’s shirt, he could feel the knotted tension in his back where Duo’s hand rested. Shifting position so that his weight leaned on the back of the chair, Duo put both his hands on Heero’s shoulders and began to knead his sore muscles.
Even if he didn’t react, Heero was acutely aware of Duo’s hands on his back; he could feel the rock-hard tension of a long week of stress melting away under the touch. After a few minutes, when Duo’s hands moved from his shoulders up to his neck, Heero set down the papers and pushed his chair back.
Duo paused, surprised, as Heero stood up and turned to face him; he started to pull his hands back, thinking he’d somehow hurt Heero, but the other boy quickly took hold of his hands. “You shouldn’t be standing on that leg,” he remarked quietly.
Reminded, Duo winced as he shifted position slightly. “Oh... yeah,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I almost forgot about that.”
“Hn.” Without letting go of Duo’s hands, Heero guided him back over to the bed and pushed him down onto it, turning him so that he sat sideways on top of the blankets. After a moment, Heero sat down behind him.
Puzzled, Duo was about to twist his head around to look at Heero, when he felt strong, warm hands press slightly against his shoulder blades. For a moment they stayed there, and then began to move, as Heero repaid him for the backrub in kind.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:33 am (UTC)He came awake instantly, though, when Heero moved -- when he felt Heero’s chest mold along his back. The strong arms went around his waist, and the warm, wonderful hands crept up his chest. He drew in a breath suddenly ragged, and another, and felt his heartbeat stutter and accelerate.
“Heero?” His voice cracked, and he had to swallow. He wrenched his eyes sideways, until he could see out of the corner of his vision Heero’s face as his chin rested on Duo’s shoulder. “What... what are you...”
In response, Heero pulled Duo around in his arms until the other boy faced him -- and kissed him, slowly and sensually, cutting off Duo’s questions. But the question was still there when Heero pulled back, confusion and fear glittering in his eyes.
Heero moved his hands on Duo’s shoulders in gentle, soothing motions. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” he said at last. “And I might not come back.” He saw Duo’s eyes widen, saw his lips part as though about to protest, and dove in to plant another kiss on his lips.
“Please, love,” he whispered, his breath puffing onto Duo’s lips. “I want to do something for you. I want to give you something, in case I never come back.”
Duo’s hands clenched into fists, and he swallowed convulsively. Heero felt the trembling begin, in his shoulders, and plunged ahead. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said, emphasizing his words with another kiss. “I promise.” Another kiss, and he slid his hands up to frame Duo’s face. “You know I’d never hurt you.”
“I know,” Duo murmured, but kept his eyes downcast. “I... I’m not afraid that you’d hurt me...”
“Then will you trust me?” Heero stroked Duo’s face gently, struggling to convey all his concern, all his love in that touch.
Duo closed his eyes, and steeled himself up to it. He had only one choice, he knew; he only had to force his stiff lips open and say it.
“All right,” Duo 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.
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.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)~"Thank you for coming."~
~"Not at all, not at all, General. So where's the piece you wanted to show me?"~
Heero could feel his heart melt, over the trust unspoken in Duo’s acquiescence. No words would fit his feelings; instead he hooked his fingers under Duo’s chin and drew them together for a deep, heated kiss. “I won’t let you down, Duo,” he whispered fiercely, holding Duo’s face upturned to his. “Believe that I won’t betray your trust in me.”
No sound, but he felt the pressure as Duo’s chin dipped slightly in a nod. One hand slid downwards, caressing Duo’s neck before flowing over his shoulder and down his arm until his fingers twined with Duo’s, spreading his fingers wide and rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin below the palm.
~"Here. See... Ah, he's awake. What do you think of him?"~
~"My, my... that's a pretty one. You're right, he's quite fine. I may end up owing you a favor, rather than the other way around."~
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)~"Thank you for coming."~
~"Not at all, not at all, General. So where's the piece you wanted to show me?"~
Heero could feel his heart melt, over the trust unspoken in Duo’s acquiescence. No words would fit his feelings; instead he hooked his fingers under Duo’s chin and drew them together for a deep, heated kiss. “I won’t let you down, Duo,” he whispered fiercely, holding Duo’s face upturned to his. “Believe that I won’t betray your trust in me.”
No sound, but he felt the pressure as Duo’s chin dipped slightly in a nod. One hand slid downwards, caressing Duo’s neck before flowing over his shoulder and down his arm until his fingers twined with Duo’s, spreading his fingers wide and rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin below the palm.
~"Here. See... Ah, he's awake. What do you think of him?"~
~"My, my... that's a pretty one. You're right, he's quite fine. I may end up owing you a favor, rather than the other way around."~
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)Duo’s eyes widened, and he drew in his breath as Heero began to kiss and nibble his way down Duo’s neck. In spite of everything, a part of him had still expected that Heero would just push him face down on the bed and take him... gentler than most, maybe, but... what was Heero doing? Electric shivers ran up his arm, starting at his wrist and radiating up through the nerves of his elbow as Heero gently kissed his palm. One by one, he drew Duo’s fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly on the delicate web between them.
A shudder worked its way up Duo’s body, and died; he had to shut his eyes against the rush of feeling. This... this wasn’t what he’d bargained for... it felt too good. That was the one thing he couldn’t stand; that was the thing that stretched thin the barriers in his mind, and let the memory come through too close.
~"Nonsense. You know how I enjoy watching you work."~
~"True, true. Ah well. I'll just have to outdo myself with this one."~
Heero felt Duo wilting in his arms, and pulled Duo’s fingers from his mouth and gathered both of his hands to lower Duo backwards to the blankets. They lay in a messy, unfettered sprawl radiating out from Duo in the center; Heero hovered over him, gauging the reaction. Duo’s eyes had glazed over, and his breathing came much faster now; a hint of blood flushed his cheeks. Satisfied, Heero didn’t try and stop the smile curving his lips; he leaned down and set his hands on the creamy skin showing at the base of Duo’s neck.
~A grip hard and hot as iron seized his arms, and pulled him up from his dazed stupor. Not yet turning him on his back, the unforgiving grip yanked his hands above his back, twisting them painfully upwards between his shoulderblades. ~
~He gasped, and reflexively arched his back to try and relieve the pressure on his shoulders; coarse twine bit into the skin on his arms, binding his forearms together elbow to elbow and wrist to wrist. Only once his arms were bound painfully tight did the hands lift his face from the ground and fling him down on his back.~
He drew his hands slowly apart and down Duo’s chest, pushing the loose robe back over his shoulders. He paused halfway down, to tug loose the simple knots tying the robe closed, and letting the fabric spill off Duo’s sides onto the blanket. At last he sat back on his heels, and regarded Duo, unclothed, with the blankets and the open robe flowing about his body. Duo trembled under his scrutiny, and involuntarily closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)Duo’s eyes widened, and he drew in his breath as Heero began to kiss and nibble his way down Duo’s neck. In spite of everything, a part of him had still expected that Heero would just push him face down on the bed and take him... gentler than most, maybe, but... what was Heero doing? Electric shivers ran up his arm, starting at his wrist and radiating up through the nerves of his elbow as Heero gently kissed his palm. One by one, he drew Duo’s fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly on the delicate web between them.
A shudder worked its way up Duo’s body, and died; he had to shut his eyes against the rush of feeling. This... this wasn’t what he’d bargained for... it felt too good. That was the one thing he couldn’t stand; that was the thing that stretched thin the barriers in his mind, and let the memory come through too close.
~"Nonsense. You know how I enjoy watching you work."~
~"True, true. Ah well. I'll just have to outdo myself with this one."~
Heero felt Duo wilting in his arms, and pulled Duo’s fingers from his mouth and gathered both of his hands to lower Duo backwards to the blankets. They lay in a messy, unfettered sprawl radiating out from Duo in the center; Heero hovered over him, gauging the reaction. Duo’s eyes had glazed over, and his breathing came much faster now; a hint of blood flushed his cheeks. Satisfied, Heero didn’t try and stop the smile curving his lips; he leaned down and set his hands on the creamy skin showing at the base of Duo’s neck.
~A grip hard and hot as iron seized his arms, and pulled him up from his dazed stupor. Not yet turning him on his back, the unforgiving grip yanked his hands above his back, twisting them painfully upwards between his shoulderblades. ~
~He gasped, and reflexively arched his back to try and relieve the pressure on his shoulders; coarse twine bit into the skin on his arms, binding his forearms together elbow to elbow and wrist to wrist. Only once his arms were bound painfully tight did the hands lift his face from the ground and fling him down on his back.~
He drew his hands slowly apart and down Duo’s chest, pushing the loose robe back over his shoulders. He paused halfway down, to tug loose the simple knots tying the robe closed, and letting the fabric spill off Duo’s sides onto the blanket. At last he sat back on his heels, and regarded Duo, unclothed, with the blankets and the open robe flowing about his body. Duo trembled under his scrutiny, and involuntarily closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.
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?”
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?”
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.”~
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.”~
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:34 am (UTC)~His eyes flashed hatred, and he focused on that feeling: hot rage loosened his throat from the grip of cold fear, and the hatred gave him something not so physical to focus on. “You think I’ll submit to you?” he spat his scorn, his defiance. “I’ll die first. I’ll kill you first! You can wait until the end of time but I will NEVER give in to you!”~
~The man didn’t even bother to respond. The hand stopped abusing his chest, and he’d barely taken a breath of relief, before the iron grip clamped down between his legs and squeezed his sex roughly. All the breath he’d had time to gather escaped him in a hoarse scream as he thrashed, frantically trying to escape the grip, to lash out at his tormentor. Every move he made sent shocks traveling up his spine, and the ominous heat that had begun in his chest suddenly flared into a scalding burn. It felt as though a furnace had been lit inside of him, scorching him from the inside out with its corrosive heat.~
~He nearly sobbed with relief when the unendurable pressure eased, but the terrifying heat did not abate.~
His eyes flew open and he made a strangled noise; one of Heero’s arms had brushed against him as Heero moved, and of his own accord his legs clamped together. He took deep, quick breaths, trying to force his muscles to relax. It was a faint hope, though, to think that Heero wouldn’t notice; he did, and right away stopped his actions. Duo swallowed, hard, and wrestled for control of his own body, his own reactions. When at last he thought he could keep from jerking away, he looked up at Heero and gave him a tremulous smile.
Heero caught his eyes, still a little clouded with fear, in his own dark as the sky. His hands rested still on the tender place between Duo’s hips, above his groin; not moving, not pressuring, just the warm touch. “Relax, Duo,” he said soothingly, almost hypnotically. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I won’t. I only want to give this to you. Try to relax, and let me work.”
He wanted to; he wanted to tell Heero that he was trying to relax, trying not to resist, that his hands felt so good and he never wanted Heero to stop. That he was fighting his own reflexes as hard as he could, just to let Heero touch him at all. But his throat would not unlock, so he just nodded faintly and closed his eyes tight.
~He heard the rasp of steel drawn from its cover next, and it was almost a relief. The sound meant pain, yes, but it was an old pain and a familiar one. He’d long since vowed that there was nothing more the soldiers could do to hurt him; that no matter what they did to his body, they could never touch him inside.~
~Still he couldn’t keep from spasming in agony as the cold metal bit into his skin, drawing long slices down his recently abused length; pressing a little deeper as the knife passed over the tip. But it was only pain. Only pain. And sooner or later it had to end.~
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)~Or maybe he was just too weak.~
Heero took his hands away from Duo’s abdomen, reaching to the side until he could slide his hands under the blanket that Duo lay on. He gathered the blanket back to Duo’s sides, slipping his hands beneath Duo’s hips. His hands warm through the soft material, he caressed the backs of Duo’s legs, coaxing them apart. Even through the blanket he could feel Duo’s muscles relax, and moved his hands down Duo’s legs until he could grasp his ankles, and guide his feet to rest on the bed.
At last he assured himself that Duo was comfortable, legs slightly bent and resting on the blanket, and he eased himself to kneel between them. He brushed one hand up the outside of Duo’s thigh, following the long ridge of a scar, and let his hand linger on Duo’s hipbone. An tight ache gripped his throat, as he saw his lover from this angle for the first time. Here, more than anywhere else on his body, were the silent legacies of brutality, centering worst of all around his damaged entrance. Some of the scars radiating outwards had not completely healed yet even after so long, they were so thick from repeated tearing.
Heero blinked back the tears that threatened, and swallowed the lump of anguish clogging his throat. His earlier resolve returned to him doubled in force. He would be gentle, no matter what, he would be gentle. He would show Duo that sex could feel good, even if he couldn’t change the pain in his past.
~“The human body is nothing more than a puppet, my pretty one.” The shriveled fingers were back, searching and jabbing around the cuts the knife had made. He cringed with every touch, unable to move away, but neither could he stand the heat that the probing fingers generated in him. “Anyone who knows how can pull the right strings to make it dance...”~
~Abruptly the hand groped lower, wrapping around his testicles with vicious force, the fingertips digging into the sensitive skin behind his genitals. Duo screamed, and tore at his restraints nearly hard enough to wrench his arms from their sockets. The blood rushed to his groin, leaving a dizzying sickness in its wake, and a horrifying moment of shock as the merciful confusion shattered and he recognized the blistering heat for what it was. Arousal. Sweet Gods, please no...~
Heero sighed, blowing out a soft breath over the delicate skin of Duo’s inner thigh. He saw the muscles shiver, beneath the skin, and rubbed one hand over them soothingly. He let his hand slide downward, over the soft flesh and the rough patch of an old burn, until his fingers rested in the concave between the thigh and the groin. He made no sudden moves, idly kneading the top of Duo’s thigh with his left hand while rubbing the tendon that led down into the right knee between thumb and forefinger. After a moment, he bent over it and nuzzled the crease of flesh instead, sweeping his lips down the inside of the thigh until Duo’s length brushed against his cheek.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)~Or maybe he was just too weak.~
Heero took his hands away from Duo’s abdomen, reaching to the side until he could slide his hands under the blanket that Duo lay on. He gathered the blanket back to Duo’s sides, slipping his hands beneath Duo’s hips. His hands warm through the soft material, he caressed the backs of Duo’s legs, coaxing them apart. Even through the blanket he could feel Duo’s muscles relax, and moved his hands down Duo’s legs until he could grasp his ankles, and guide his feet to rest on the bed.
At last he assured himself that Duo was comfortable, legs slightly bent and resting on the blanket, and he eased himself to kneel between them. He brushed one hand up the outside of Duo’s thigh, following the long ridge of a scar, and let his hand linger on Duo’s hipbone. An tight ache gripped his throat, as he saw his lover from this angle for the first time. Here, more than anywhere else on his body, were the silent legacies of brutality, centering worst of all around his damaged entrance. Some of the scars radiating outwards had not completely healed yet even after so long, they were so thick from repeated tearing.
Heero blinked back the tears that threatened, and swallowed the lump of anguish clogging his throat. His earlier resolve returned to him doubled in force. He would be gentle, no matter what, he would be gentle. He would show Duo that sex could feel good, even if he couldn’t change the pain in his past.
~“The human body is nothing more than a puppet, my pretty one.” The shriveled fingers were back, searching and jabbing around the cuts the knife had made. He cringed with every touch, unable to move away, but neither could he stand the heat that the probing fingers generated in him. “Anyone who knows how can pull the right strings to make it dance...”~
~Abruptly the hand groped lower, wrapping around his testicles with vicious force, the fingertips digging into the sensitive skin behind his genitals. Duo screamed, and tore at his restraints nearly hard enough to wrench his arms from their sockets. The blood rushed to his groin, leaving a dizzying sickness in its wake, and a horrifying moment of shock as the merciful confusion shattered and he recognized the blistering heat for what it was. Arousal. Sweet Gods, please no...~
Heero sighed, blowing out a soft breath over the delicate skin of Duo’s inner thigh. He saw the muscles shiver, beneath the skin, and rubbed one hand over them soothingly. He let his hand slide downward, over the soft flesh and the rough patch of an old burn, until his fingers rested in the concave between the thigh and the groin. He made no sudden moves, idly kneading the top of Duo’s thigh with his left hand while rubbing the tendon that led down into the right knee between thumb and forefinger. After a moment, he bent over it and nuzzled the crease of flesh instead, sweeping his lips down the inside of the thigh until Duo’s length brushed against his cheek.
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.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)He bit his lip, stilling the cry in his throat unborn. Focus, he told himself, focus on what’s happening now. Focus on Heero; he’s what’s important now. He knew the feel of Heero’s hands, the warmth and texture of his skin; he didn’t need to look down his body to know how he was laying featherlight touches everywhere. The touch was so heartbreakingly tender, that very gentleness the only thing that could reawaken nerves Duo had thought were long dead. Giving him a soft pleasure he’d never known he could feel.
~The flesh hanging before his face was putrid and pale, reeking of stale sweat and rot. Sickness welled up in his throat as he realized with a start what the man intended. Closing his eyes, he turned his face to the side, mutely refusing. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They couldn’t make him.~
~The fingers in his hair tightened viciously, yanking back and down so that his face was forced upwards, exposing his throat. His eyes flew open, meeting the hard curl of the man’s mouth, the malicious glittering gaze. “Suck it, boy, or I’ll cut out those pretty purple eyes and rape the sockets. You don’t want that, do you? No? I thought not; now open your mouth!”~
He felt Heero’s palm encircle his shaft, drawing in one smooth motion from the base to the tip, and didn’t try to suppress the moan that left his mouth. The sound seemed to encourage his lover, who repeated the gentle stroke again and then again -- gaining a little confidence, as the skin to skin contact deepened.
More pleasure, pure sensation; Duo clung to it with every ounce of his strength. This was all that was real -- the rest was memory, that couldn’t hurt him any more. Duo clenched desperately at the blankets, seeking a firm anchor. Drown it out, Heero! Make it go away. Please, make it stop!
~Shudders wracked his body, squeezing a terrified whimper from his throat. He couldn’t. Gods, he couldn’t do that. He had to. He couldn’t... almost of their own will, his jaw unlocked, and his lips parted. Instantly, the thing was shoved into his mouth, filling him, choking him, boring against the back of his throat. He gagged, trying to pull back, but the hand on the back of his neck forced him inexorably forward and down.~
~”You’d better get started, boy -- you won’t breathe again until I come.” A choked noise of anguish wrenched from his throat, causing the man to hiss in delight. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to breathe. Desperately, he swallowed against the weight in his mouth, trying frantically to relieve some of the pressure. Somehow, the flesh swelled even further against his tongue; a twisted groan of pleasure was the only warning he had before the scalding liquid hit the back of his mouth and burned all the way down his throat.~
~When at last the spasms ceased, and the hand on the back of his head loosened enough for him to slide off the softened organ and onto the ground, he immediately vomited the stinking mess back up again.~
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)He bit his lip, stilling the cry in his throat unborn. Focus, he told himself, focus on what’s happening now. Focus on Heero; he’s what’s important now. He knew the feel of Heero’s hands, the warmth and texture of his skin; he didn’t need to look down his body to know how he was laying featherlight touches everywhere. The touch was so heartbreakingly tender, that very gentleness the only thing that could reawaken nerves Duo had thought were long dead. Giving him a soft pleasure he’d never known he could feel.
~The flesh hanging before his face was putrid and pale, reeking of stale sweat and rot. Sickness welled up in his throat as he realized with a start what the man intended. Closing his eyes, he turned his face to the side, mutely refusing. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They couldn’t make him.~
~The fingers in his hair tightened viciously, yanking back and down so that his face was forced upwards, exposing his throat. His eyes flew open, meeting the hard curl of the man’s mouth, the malicious glittering gaze. “Suck it, boy, or I’ll cut out those pretty purple eyes and rape the sockets. You don’t want that, do you? No? I thought not; now open your mouth!”~
He felt Heero’s palm encircle his shaft, drawing in one smooth motion from the base to the tip, and didn’t try to suppress the moan that left his mouth. The sound seemed to encourage his lover, who repeated the gentle stroke again and then again -- gaining a little confidence, as the skin to skin contact deepened.
More pleasure, pure sensation; Duo clung to it with every ounce of his strength. This was all that was real -- the rest was memory, that couldn’t hurt him any more. Duo clenched desperately at the blankets, seeking a firm anchor. Drown it out, Heero! Make it go away. Please, make it stop!
~Shudders wracked his body, squeezing a terrified whimper from his throat. He couldn’t. Gods, he couldn’t do that. He had to. He couldn’t... almost of their own will, his jaw unlocked, and his lips parted. Instantly, the thing was shoved into his mouth, filling him, choking him, boring against the back of his throat. He gagged, trying to pull back, but the hand on the back of his neck forced him inexorably forward and down.~
~”You’d better get started, boy -- you won’t breathe again until I come.” A choked noise of anguish wrenched from his throat, causing the man to hiss in delight. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to breathe. Desperately, he swallowed against the weight in his mouth, trying frantically to relieve some of the pressure. Somehow, the flesh swelled even further against his tongue; a twisted groan of pleasure was the only warning he had before the scalding liquid hit the back of his mouth and burned all the way down his throat.~
~When at last the spasms ceased, and the hand on the back of his head loosened enough for him to slide off the softened organ and onto the ground, he immediately vomited the stinking mess back up again.~
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)An explosive gasp from Duo rewarded his efforts, and Heero felt a smile threatening. Maybe he could still do this, inexperience or not. He experimented a bit; running his tongue in circles about the flesh in his mouth, opening a bit wider to see how much he could take. He felt a shudder run through Duo’s body, and spread his hand around the base of Duo’s length to steady him.
~”You’re very good, little doll,” the voice crooned in a hideous parody of a soothing tone. He shuddered, lying face down in the stinking mud with bitter fluids leaking out of his nose and mouth; eyes squeezed shut against the threatening pressure there. He wouldn’t cry. Even now, by the Gods, they would not make him cry! But the slimy voice wouldn’t let him be. “I knew you would be. Such a fiery spirit had to have a sensual body; you’re quite the natural...”~
~He made a strangled croak, that might have been a sound of denial, and a nasty laugh sounded above him. “Disagree, do you? Well, we’ll see how long that lasts.”~
~The burning hands on him again; he was too weak, his muscles trembling with fatigue, to put up more than feeble resistance as they gripped the backs of his thighs, digging in hard enough to bruise, and spread them wide. A sudden dread seized him by the throat as he realized where this was going, that the man wasn’t finished yet. But even guessing gave him no preparation for the sudden searing agony as something pierced his body, violating his entrance.~
~Uttering a little half-sob, he struggled to move away, to escape the assault; useless, as the invader pressed forward, scraping against his sensitive inner walls. It hurt, in a way that nothing ever had before -- this feeling of intrusion -- violation. Without warning, the hand slammed forward, driving even farther into his body and hitting something that set his entire universe on fire. What was meant to be a scream suddenly mutated into a passionate moan, echoing in his own disbelieving ears. Horrified, he felt his own hips bucking up against the intruding fingers; against his will, his back arched off the ground, pressing him backwards, seeking to feel that spot again. “You like this?” the voice hissed. “You want more?”~
Quite pleased with himself, Heero had discovered the trick for getting past the gag reflex, and was rather proud that he could swallow Duo’s erection to the root. Careful to keep his teeth clear of the sensitive flesh, Heero worked the flesh in his mouth as best as he could; sliding his tongue up and down the length, swallowing softly, encouraged by the moans and cried he received in return for his efforts.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)An explosive gasp from Duo rewarded his efforts, and Heero felt a smile threatening. Maybe he could still do this, inexperience or not. He experimented a bit; running his tongue in circles about the flesh in his mouth, opening a bit wider to see how much he could take. He felt a shudder run through Duo’s body, and spread his hand around the base of Duo’s length to steady him.
~”You’re very good, little doll,” the voice crooned in a hideous parody of a soothing tone. He shuddered, lying face down in the stinking mud with bitter fluids leaking out of his nose and mouth; eyes squeezed shut against the threatening pressure there. He wouldn’t cry. Even now, by the Gods, they would not make him cry! But the slimy voice wouldn’t let him be. “I knew you would be. Such a fiery spirit had to have a sensual body; you’re quite the natural...”~
~He made a strangled croak, that might have been a sound of denial, and a nasty laugh sounded above him. “Disagree, do you? Well, we’ll see how long that lasts.”~
~The burning hands on him again; he was too weak, his muscles trembling with fatigue, to put up more than feeble resistance as they gripped the backs of his thighs, digging in hard enough to bruise, and spread them wide. A sudden dread seized him by the throat as he realized where this was going, that the man wasn’t finished yet. But even guessing gave him no preparation for the sudden searing agony as something pierced his body, violating his entrance.~
~Uttering a little half-sob, he struggled to move away, to escape the assault; useless, as the invader pressed forward, scraping against his sensitive inner walls. It hurt, in a way that nothing ever had before -- this feeling of intrusion -- violation. Without warning, the hand slammed forward, driving even farther into his body and hitting something that set his entire universe on fire. What was meant to be a scream suddenly mutated into a passionate moan, echoing in his own disbelieving ears. Horrified, he felt his own hips bucking up against the intruding fingers; against his will, his back arched off the ground, pressing him backwards, seeking to feel that spot again. “You like this?” the voice hissed. “You want more?”~
Quite pleased with himself, Heero had discovered the trick for getting past the gag reflex, and was rather proud that he could swallow Duo’s erection to the root. Careful to keep his teeth clear of the sensitive flesh, Heero worked the flesh in his mouth as best as he could; sliding his tongue up and down the length, swallowing softly, encouraged by the moans and cried he received in return for his efforts.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:36 am (UTC)Raising his head for a breath, he looked up at Duo and saw the way his hands rhythmically clenched at the blanket, the arch of his throat as his head was thrown back. Good.
He returned his attention to Duo’s arousal, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length in his mouth again. His hands free, he walked his fingers down from where they rested on Duo’s hip, seeking the sensitive skin behind his testicles; he knew he’d found the right spot both from the change in texture, under his fingertip going to satiny-smooth, and the sudden jump from the flesh in his mouth. He kept his hand there, stroking gently, focusing all his attention on his lover’s pleasure. Duo was getting close, he could feel it -- very close...
~Distantly, he heard his own voice sobbing; even once the probing fingers withdrew, the sudden craving still tormented him. Blurrily, he raised his eyes to see the man lazily licking his blood from the hand that had pierced him. “So sweet,” the man purred, voice oozing with pleasure. “Such an eager little doll. Hungry for more. Well, well... I’m never one to disappoint...”~
~”No,” he gasped. Having to force out each word, each breath. “I don’t want... I don’t want...”~
He needed -- he needed. He wasn’t in control of his body any more, he wasn’t in control of anything, he was nothing but a writhing bundle of nerves and need...
~”You like this,” the man hissed as the fingers dug bruisingly into his hips, pulling him up. “You want this.” He burned, he was empty, he desperately craved completion. NO!~
~”I don’t!”~
~He screamed his denial even as the man thrust brutally forward, ripping into him, tearing open the wounds made only moments before. Screamed again as the man pounded into him, impaled him, like he would be split in two. And then again it was like some foreign hand had taken control of him, wringing a guttural moan from him even as it rocked his hips against the ground, grinding dirt and sand into the fresh slices on his groin but hungering, craving the friction...~
He sobbed, silently, as the echoes washed through him and over him -- it was too much the same as before, this feeling, building in him, sending him to unendurable heights.
~...trapped, a prisoner in his own traitorous flesh, despising the lust that gripped him even as a part of him enjoyed it. As his soul shriveled in horror, as his body responded to his rapist’s touch, rising uncontrollably towards --
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