Crying To The Walls | By : Naomi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Heero’s eyelids slid
shut and tears trickled down to his ears.
Duo...
Help...
//”With you, it’s
always just sex.”//
Duo.
. .
*
* *
“Heero...” Duo rasped
into the damp covers, pumping himself frantically. The sheets were soaked with
the sweat that was running down his body, glistering in the moonlight. His eyes
were closed in pleasure, his breath shallow and ragged. He bit his lower lip,
forcing himself to remain silent.
His mind filled with
countless of images, Heero’s featured, washed with pleasure, his full lips
slightly open as he panted Duo’s name. The feeling of his skin, the scent of
his body, the taste of his sweat... He replayed those distant times over and
over, stroking himself to the edge.
*
* *
“AHHHHH!!!!!!” Heero
screamed as the large man slammed himself into him again and again. He arched
his body off the bed, panting and squirming in his restrains. “Enough...
enough... I had enough...” He mumbled over and over, his face tormented. He
couldn’t even get himself to be aroused, no matter what and where Johnson
touched. The man’s movements inside of him only hurt, and gave no pleasure.
“Johnson... please...”
He begged, trying to free his hands, but to no avail. He tried to kick the man
off of him, but the shackles prevented this as well. His movements only gave
Johnson the chance to slam deeper into him.
“URGH! STOP IT!
PLEASE! IT HURTS!!!!!” He screamed, feeling as if his body was being ripped
apart. “JOHNSON!!!! IT HURTS!!!!”
“Just a little more,
Hure...” The man whispered, thrusting his large cock into the boy’s warmth.
“Just a little more...”
“NO!” Heero shouted,
tears running down his cheeks. “Stop it... stop it... stopitstopitstopit stopitstopitstopit...
PLEASE!!!”
*
* *
“Ahhh... Don’t stop...
Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop...” Duo mumbled over and over,
squeezing his own erection. He moaned and groaned into the pillow, brining one
of his hands up. He brought one finger into his mouth and began sucking it, in
time with his stroking.
In his mind, it was
all Heero. No hand, no finger. Just Heero. Heero’s warm mouth... his hot and
tight passage... his moans and silent voices of pleasure... It was all Heero.
Just Heero...
“OH GOD!!! HEERO!!!!”
He screamed as he came, his voice echoing in the dark and empty room. His body
arched off the bed and he gave himself a few more quick pumps, then slumped
down into the bed, panting.
He let his mind come
back slowly down to Earth, gliding on the force of his orgasm. It’s been a LONG
time since he had last climaxend ind it took him a few long moments before he
got his head straight. When he finally did, he blinked, just staring at the
darkness.
He reached a hand down
to the floor and lifted the pillow, brining it up to his chest. He buried his
face in the cushion, Heero’s cushion, and closed his eyes.
“Heero...”
*
* *
The next morning found
Heero still in bed, his arms still shackled to the headboard. His legs were
free, lying lifelessly on the bed, tangled within thin, sweat-soaked, sheets.
The boy’s body was covered with red marks and bruises, his lips swollen,
cracked and bleeding. A black eye decorated his pale features, forcing him to
keep his right eye shut, for it was too painful, if not impossible, to open it.
His left eye was open though, glazed over with pain and dull confusion. He was
looking up numbly at the ceiling, his thoughts far away. His chest rose slowly
up and down, his breathing slow and shallow.
He could hear noises
from the kitchen, where Johnson was making himself some coffee. The man had
spent the whole night sleeping inside of him, not even bothering to free his
aching and numb legs from their restrains. Only this morning he had gotten
around to do it, but he still didn’t free Heero’s arms from the handcuffs,
leaving the boy with no other choice than to lie there, helpless.
Heero whimpered,
closing his eyes.
//”It was just sex...”//
It wasn’t the first
time Johnson was rough during sex. But it was definitely the worst. Is this how
sex was supposed to be? Was it always this painful? Full of pain-pleasure games
and dominance? Sex with Duo was never like that... he wasn’t afraid when he
slept with his braided love. Duo never made him feel anything but love and pleasure.
Every movement caring and tender.
//”Just sex...”//
But it wasn’t supposed
to be like that. Duo was so kind to give him that loving feeling. He understood
now. He knew why Duo had left him. Why he didn’t want him anymore. He was too
spoiled, too demanding. to tto think that he was treated like Duo’s equal! It
wasn’t supposed to be like that... He was nothing that was worth treating
right. No wonder Duo was sick of him. He was sick of treating him special. He
wasn’t even supposed to be special! He was supposed to be the one pleasing his
lover, not the other way around.
He wasn’t supposed to
be loved and cared for. It’s not the way it worked. Duo was such a nice person,
so he treated him well, like an equal. But he was too spoiled; he never did
anything to show his gratitude for the special treatment. He only wanted more,
thinking that he actually deserved it.
But he didn’t know any
better! Didn’t Duo see that? Duo was the only lover he EVER had! The only
person he was close to. The only one who made him feel comfortable. The only
one he oculd be himself when he was with him. He didn’t know that it wasn’t
supposed to be like that! Why didn’t Duo teach him?! Why didn’t he say
something?! He could have done better! He could have learned how to behave
correctly. Duo should have... could have... would have... why didn’t he? Why?
Now it was too late,
for Duo was tired of his spoiled and ungrateful lover. He had found himself
someone far better than him. Hitomi probably knew how to act, how to
behave towards her lover. She was unlike him, the unappreciative bastard of a
lover.
Again Heero whimpered,
sniffling. He moved a little, trying to lie on his side and be more
comfortable. But his arms got all twisted because of the handcuffs, and it
hurt. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes, letting the tears pour out freely.
He will learn. He will
stay with Johnson and he will learn his ways. Johnson will teach him how to be
a good lover. He will show him what is the right way for him to behave, and
then, maybe, Duo will take him back. He will show Duo that he has changed and
that he had learned how to be a good lover. He will prove it to Duo. Duo will
take him back once he’s well behaved, right?
Part 7.
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