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Darkness Within	By : Wknightmare Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Darkness Within
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Deep in our hearts

A demon lies sleeping

Dreaming of mischief and mayhem

Many deny and ignore this shadow

For all fear

The

Darkness Within

{A smile touches my lips as I listen to the wind pick up. He�s here. Perfect, I was afraid he wouldn�t come. I�ve waited for this night for a long time, Heero. Tonight, you will be mine!}
Wing limped through the air to land heavily near one of Quatre�s many safe houses. Under any other circumstances, Heero never would have dared to park so close to a safe house, but he really didn�t have much of a choice. He was so dragged out he wasn�t sure if he could make the last few feet to the house.
He was grateful that he would have the place to himself. There was no one to see him in this moment of weakness. No Duo asking him thousands of questions, no Trowa wandering through the halls like a ghost, no WuFei giving him lectures about being more careful, and no Quatre trying to mother him.
He let the door close behind him with a bang; no need to be quiet when there was no one there to disturb. He trudged through the dark living room, intent on the shadowed hallway beyond. He leaned against the door to �his� bedroom, wondering if he had enough energy left to open the door.
{I can hear you just outside the door. I wonder why you hesitate. Do you suspect that something isn�t right? Are your well-honed instincts kicking in? Or perhaps you are as weary as you look. It doesn�t matter, Heero. What I want, I get and tonight I want you. It�s time you learn why they call me the Desert Prince.}
Heero opened the door and froze in shock. The room had been completely transformed. It was alight with the dancing flames of a hundred tiny oil lamps; the walls were draped with gossamer silk of varying shades of blue; the small single bed had been replaced by a huge four post bed piled high with pillows and slender gold chains hanging from the posts. Heero was startled out of his survey of the transformed room by a slight movement behind him. As he started to whirl around, hand on his gun, a pair of small, yet strong arms wrapped around him and a white silk handkerchief was pressed over his mouth and nose.
"Say goodnight, Heero," a sultry voice purred as Heero fell into darkness.
{You�re beautiful, Heero, stretched out naked before me. I wonder if Duo has ever seen you like this, you two do always share a room and seem to be very close. Has he ever told you that you are beautiful? Has he ever told you that you make his blood boil with every glance? I could tell you that, Heero. I could also tell you how much I want to fuck you, to claim you, but I think you deal better with actions than words. So, I�m going to show you.}
Heero moaned as he turned his aching head to the side. It felt like Wing was flying around in there, crashing into the inside walls. His mouth felt like cotton and it tasted like something had crawled in there and died.
"I�m sorry about the after effects, Heero, but I couldn�t think of any other way to immobilize you without hurting you."
Heero looked up in surprise at the soft, husky voice. Quatre sat a few feet away wearing nothing more than a loose pair of almost see-through cerulean low cut pants and a smile. That smile caused a chill to race down the Wing pilot�s spine. It wasn�t one of Quatre�s normal cheerful smiles; this smile was full of mischief, triumph, and something much darker. He tried to sit up and found that he couldn�t. A few tugs quickly determined that he was strapped to the bed with the golden chains he had seen earlier.
Quatre watched in amusement as Heero tried to inconspicuously test the delicate looking chains that held him spread eagle on the massive bed. He wasn�t worried; there was no way the perfect soldier could escape from the gold plated gundanium chains. "There is no way to escape, Heero," Quatre purred, reaching out to caress Heero�s bare hip, reveling in the softness of the other pilot�s tanned flesh.
"Why are you doing this?" Heero asked, trying to keep this sinister version of diminutive blond pilot talking so he would have more time to escape.
"Because I want you, Heero," came the unexpected answer.
Heero paused in his effort to free him to to study the blond that sat beside him more closely. Quatre�s eyelids were lightly shaded with light blue powder and his eyes were outlined in kohl, but they didn�t seemed to be glazed. If anything, they looked clear and bright, and very serious.
"I�ve wanted you for a long time," Quatre went on, still smiling.
"Why all this?" Heero asked, tugging at his chains again.
Quatre chuckled, and Heero felt an icy ball begin to form in his stomach. Quatre caressed Heero�s hip again and let his fingers wander down the pilot�s trembling, well-muscled leg before answering.
"Everyone has a dark side, Heero; one that urges them to let go all restraints, one that gives birth to fantasies," Quatre murmured, enjoying the confused look on the stoic soldier�s face.
"So this is your fantasy," Heero answered, shaking his head. This situation didn�t feel real. It felt like it was a really weird dream he would love to wake up from.
"One of them," Quatre confirmed, letting his fingers drift toward Heero�s awakening arousal. "Have you ever guessed why they call me the Desert Prince, Heero?"
Heero frowned at the sudden change in subject. What did the question have to do with anything? "Because you�re rich and Arabian."
Quatre laughed, then smiled, his fingers wandering back down Heero�s leg again. "That�s one reason. The other reason is," he smile turned sinister, "What I want, I always get and I want you."
Heero snorted and tried to pull away from Quatre�s roaming hands. "What if I don�t want to let you �get� me?"
Quatre smirked and leaned back. "Let me tell you a little story, Heero. It�s about another Desert Prince. A long time ago, a young prince was given everything that he ever wanted. He quickly grew bored. So, when the son of a noble caught his eye, he decided he wanted to posses the fiery young man. The prince used every trick he�d ever learned to try and lure the young noble to him, but nothing worked. Finally, the prince turned to an old friend to get advice. His friend, a trusted servant, helped the prince to decorate a room in the palace and capture the young man the prince desired. The young noble awoke in the special room and discovered that he had been chained down with golden chains. When the prince entered, the young man demanded his release."
Quatre smiled and leaned forward to lazily trail a hand down Heero�s chest, tracing his washboard stomach before traveling southward to brush across his growing erection. "The prince offered his captive the same offer I�m going to give you, Heero," he purred, delighting in the other pilot�s startled gasp. The blond slid up the bed to lay beside his prisoner and whisper in his ear, one hand still brushing lightly up and down his hardening member. "If you can go the entire night without finding your release, then I will let you go." Quatre�s smile turned sinister and he gently pulled Heero�s earlobe into his mouth and played with it before continuing. "But if you come, you�re mine for good."
"And if I don�t want to play you�re twisted little game?" Heero ground out.
Quatre sat up enough to smile down at Heero. "Then you will never leave."
Heero snorted again and glared up at Sandrock�s pilot. "The others will come looking for me."
Quatre nodded. "True, but they won�t find you. You see, I made sure that they would all be out on missions that would take them quite a while to get back. That leaves me plenty of time to make you disappear."
Heero blinked, realizing that Quatre was right. His family owned so many places here and in space that it would be a simple matter for the smaller pilot to make him vanish without a trace. "Fine," he hissed, knowing he had no other choice. "I�ll play your sick game."
Quatre�s smile widened and he leaned down to nip at Heero�s neck. "Oh, I think you�re going to enjoy my little game, Heero," he purred. "In fact," he hand drifted down to caress the other pilot again, "I�d say you�re enjoying it now."
Heero gritted his teeth and turned his head. There was no way he could deny the growing erection that the blond held in a light, teasing grasp. Still, he could and did try to distance himself from his body. He couldn�t lose this battle.
Quatre chuckled at Heero�s efforts to distance himself from what was going on around him. That small sign of resistance was only going to make the stoic pilot�s inevitable surrender all that much sweeter. His hands brushed lightly over Heero�s nipples while he took the time to taste the other boy�s neck, enjoying the slight hitch in his breathing and the feel of his heart beating faster. Quatre trailed his tongue down Heero�s throat and started kissing and licking his way down his tanned chest to latch onto his nipples, gently sucking one than the other. He made sure that he kept his touch light and teasing. He didn�t want to scare the Japanese pilot. Yet.
{You may pretend to be indifferent Heero, but I know better. I can feel you trembling, feel the subtle contractions of your muscles as I t myt my hand across your skin. I can be very patient, love. You will cry my name before the night is out. And you will be mine, for eternity.}
Quatre played with his prey, his hands searching out and exploiting all of Heero�s weak spots until the other pilot was gasping for air and twisting helplessly under the blonde�s torment. A triumphant smile crossed the Arabian�s face as he stood, gazing down at the delicious boy laid out for his pleasure.
Heero blinked, puzzled, when the isitisite torture abruptly stopped. Panting, he watched as Quatre walked over to the silk-draped desk and retrieved a small glass bottle from a silver tray. For a moment, he was confused, then as Quatre turned and he spied the almost sinister smile of glee on the normally sweet face, realization dawned, and the soldier felt fear's icy grip around his heart for the first time.

{Why do you shrink from my touch, Heero? Is it because you know what I�m about to do? Why would that scare you? Surly, Duo... Ah tha that�s it. You are the dominant one. Well then, this will certainly be a learning experience for you.}
Heero tried to pull away from Quatre�s seeking hand, unable to contain his fear. He had no doubt that this was going to hurt, and while he may be no stranger to pain, that didn�t mean he enjoyed it.
"Shh..." Quatre murmured, half laying on top of the taller boy, on hand sliding between rock hard thighs. "It won�t be that bad," the blonde went on. "I promise the pain will be brief."
Heero jerked at his chains, determined to flee from this demon-possessed imitation of his friend. But the living nightmare continued, and all his efforts gained him was sore wrists.
Quatre sighed, shaking his head. He was really glad that he had remembered to pad the cuffs. He just wished he had made the chains shorter so Heero couldn�t fight them. His hand reached the other pilot�s entrance and a finger slowly circled the puckered opening.
Heero gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. Why didn�t Quatre just take him? What was the diminutive pilot of Sandrock up to?
Very slowly, Quatre pushed the first finger in while his other hand returned to Heero�s erection. The stoic pilot was moaning softly and squirming trying to escape the pain/pleasure. But Quatre was a master of his craft and played the other�s body like an instrument, knowing just what touches brought the most expressive sounds. Finally, he withdrew his finger, but almost immediately reinserted it with ano.
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