No Mercy for a Hero

Kneeling on the bed between his lover’s wide-spread legs had never felt better. Duo grinned down at his imprisoned lover, absolutely grinning as his lubed fingers made a final slicking stroke up and down the large dildo he held in his hands. Then, deft and sure as the mercenary that he was, he leaned down towards Heero’s crotch, resting one strong hand on the Asian boy’s hip to firmly hold him in place while his other hand thrust forward, completely burying the plastic monstrosity inside his lover’s ass, not stopping until the knuckles of his hand pressed up against the soft, smooth skin of Heero’ cleft.
Heero screamed at the pain beneath him, but Dup didn’t care. His captive lover arched his back high off the bed, trying as hard as he could to throw off his assailant, to break free of his bonds, but no matter what he did, nothing seemed to yield.
And Duo still held on.
The strong grip on his hip became harder, tighter, more impossible to fight against. Heero cried out behind the gag when the pressure began to leave bruises, the new pain almost distracting him from the tumultuous pain in his rear, but not succeeding completely. With great effort, he forced himself to lie still, realizing belatedly that with every movement and twist of his body, the giant rod inside him caused lancing pain to shoot through his body.
‘Why was Duo doing this,’ he wondered, tears threatening to overcome him, a lump in his throat that he didn’t want to acknowledge as helplessness…or, more so, fear.
He took deep breaths to calm his body, forced his tense muscles to relax back into the sheets of the bed that were damp with his sweat. The grip on his hip let up a bit, and Heero heard Duo chuckling above him.
That made him afraid.
“Oh, Hee-chan….you really have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, do you?” Duo pulled the toy a little bit out of Heero’s stretched and straining opening, appreciating this little rivets of blood that slid along it as it slid out of the youth’s body before ramming it right back in, making Heero emit a tiny, choked tearful sound from behind his gag.
“You have no idea how utterly /ravishing/ you look, do you? How, right now, the urge to fuck you is so incredibly tempting…” He did a quick series of rocking motions with the toy that left Heero breathless at the pain and gasping for air around the cloth in his mouth. Tears sprung to his eyes at the pain, and behind the blindfold, Heero squeezed his eyes tight shut, his neck muscles straining in his attempt to keep the tremors wracking his chest from showing on his face.
His arms were shaking, though.
Duo smiled; he’d never seen Heero so close to losing it. He slowly slid the large toy out of Heero’s entrance, rotating it and twisting it, so that it scraped against the edges of Heero’s insides even while it was being removed.
“You’re mine, tonight, Heero. Whatever I choose to do with you, you won’t have a chance in Hell of escaping,” Duo laughed long and loud, waiting a few seconds for the truth of his statement to sink into Heero’s mind, his tongue languidly flicking out as he relished the sight of Heero beginning to hyperventilate, his slender chest rapidly heaving with his intake of air, his lower lip finally trembling around the gag, a wet sound to his breaths, almost as if he were….sobbing.
And then he slammed the toy in to the hilt.
And started a quick succession of ramming thrusts that left Heero gasping and crying out and sobbing on the bed, his small, lithe body twisting as it tried to subconsciously escape the torture even though the motions only made the dildo slam deeper into his body and touch new, uncharted places of tenderness that it wouldn’t have hit before.
Heero thought he was going to die. Waves of pain swamped his mind, his whole consciousness consumed with the one part of his body that was being brutally assaulted, again and again, the torture never ceasing. Unwillingly, cries kept escaping his throat, and tears streamed down his cheeks, unchecked by the blindfold. He almost blacked out when Duo did something to the toy that made it start vibrating inside him too, sending his senses into overload with the new sensation of a thick rod pounding him from the inside and seeming all the bigger because it violently shuddering within him.
Then suddenly it was gone.
Heero’s body sagged, boneless and in excruciating pain, to the bed. He barely even realized it when his ankles were freed from their bindings, or that now was his chance to finally get away, all he had to do was kick out, knock his tormentor unconscious…
And then he felt hands gripping his legs by the shins, bending them forcefully at the knee, making his bruised and battered body twinge and ache at the rough handling, then he was being bent double, his knees almost touching his chest, his legs hooked over something strong and solid in the air above him…
‘Duo’s shoulders,’ he realized blearily.
And then he was impaled. And it hurt and it was longer than the dildo and a bit thicker too, and it was moving, pulsating inside of him, slowly feeling him out, stroking his tender, inner flesh with hot, hard flesh of its own, beginning to pound into him, faster and faster, continuously building up speed, never stopping, harder, harder—
Heero couldn’t take it anymore.
He screamed.
Duo was raping him.
His Duo, the man he thought he loved….
The man he thought loved him…
And it hurt. It hurt so much.
He screamed.
And suddenly the gag was off, the blindfold was gone, his arms weren’t tied and his legs weren’t lifted, and he could see Duo’s face above his own, concern and caring clearly displayed. There were tears in his eyes, and they were still running down his cheeks, into his hair, but Duo was wiping them away, his eyes big as saucers as he took Heero’s pallid appearance in, mouthing something, asking something.
“…Heero? Are. You. Okay, Heero? Heero, please answer me! Tell me what’s wrong! Was it another dream? Did you have a nightmare? Heero please…respond 01. Now.”
And Heero did; he bit his lip to hold back his sobs of relief and former fear, and brought his arms up around Duo’s neck, clutching his real lover—his true, in the flesh, honest to god Duo who would never hurt him—to him. And Duo obeyed perfectly, knowing exactly what he wanted; he cradled the smaller boy to his chest and held on until Heero’s breath returned to normal and he was able to breathe without his lungs hitching.
“It’ll be okay, Heero. You’ll see. You’ll get through this, don’t worry, I promise you. I’ll always be here for you.”
And Heero held on, trusting him implicitly.
They would get through this.
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THE END

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