Checkmate

Title: Only Skin Deep
Gilbert Dullindal x Kira Yamato
Theme: Set 1, Theme #11, "Smiling face" and #29 "Beautiful"
Genres: General? Angst?
Pairings: Gil/Kira
Word Count:
Rating: R
Summary: Part 3 of a twisted and slashy way GSD could have ended. (Slash and slight noncon - you've been warned!)

'Beautiful' had been the very first thought that had come to mind when he saw the new chairman of PLANT on television. It had been a live public broadcast, several months before Junius Seven's fall had ended the temporary peace. Kira had been surprised at himself for never before had he used such a term to define another man. It was true though, Gilbert Dullindal fitted the "tall, dark, and handsome" description like a glove. It took many days for him to not think about the older man's honey colored eyes, pale perfect skin, or how soft his long dark hair must have felt like.

'Beautiful...'

Such an aesthetic word was a far cry towards the older man's intentions.

Kira was repulsed when Dullindal touched him. Kissed him. It was a mockery of affection that he had always dreamed of sharing with someone he wanted to spend his life with. But what disgusted the brunette the most was how he practically allowed it.

Or maybe Dullindal has the power to paralyze his victim with that smiling face of his. Kira didn't doubt it. While the Chairman continued to desecrate him, he was smiling the entire time. There was nothing menacing or maniacal about it. Yet that charming smile seemed to heighten the sensations, and radiate feelings Kira didn't want to even consider.

"So beautiful..." the older man murmured over Kira's right ear, the breath warm and heavy over his skin.

Beautiful?

Surely Dullindal must be mocking him. He could taste the saltiness of his own tears and Kira was aware of his own appearance. The top part of his pilot suit was bunched over his wound to staunch the blow flow (Kira didn't know where his pants, shoes, along with his boxers had been discarded off to). His skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and dried blood. His hair - which was normally spiky - now lay flat against his face.

"It's a shame. You doubt your own beauty don't you, Kira-kun?" He swallows hard as a pale hand cups his chin, tilting his head up to meet those golden eyes. "Just like you doubt me and my ideals."

Kira's breath hitched in his throat when he was pushed back down onto the body warmed dura-steel floor. The chairman was looming over him, carefully balancing his weight on his arms and knees. Soft ebony locks of hair cascaded onto Kira's shoulder - and the sensation caused him to shiver.

"You are beautiful," Dullindal said lowly, pale lips only a few centimeters from the his. "Shall I'll prove it to you?"

Kira cursed his body's weakness. The gunshot shouldn't have rendered him this helpless! He tried desperately to will himself to move. To get out from underneath the man who was planning to ravage him. But that damn alluring face only caused him to stare back and accept his fate.

"Go to hell."

Dullindal only smiled.