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Nothing	By : Sancta Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Shiver

Rating: R

Pairing: 1x5

Summary: How far will Heero go to keep what is his?

Notes: I couldn�t wait to post this, so its unbeta�d and
probably a mess, but I finally got my inspiration to write again so I am
letting this just carry me along for the ride. Oh, and please, if you get the
chance listen to Shiver by Coldplay while reading this. It will put you in the
mindset I had when I wrote it. Read & Enjoy & Review. Next chapter
should be out by the end of next week if work isn�t a pain in the ass!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.

Lifei awakes slowly and
languidly in his bed. Serenely curling his fingers around the soft fabric of
his pillows, and breathing in the soft rain scented air drifting in through the
balcony. The morning is too perfect and too peaceful to move much further than
an inch at a time. A snail�s pace is required; yes, it is good to be alive.

�� Quiet
footsteps echo from the wooden floors outside their bedroom, and disappear onto
the thickness of their carpet.

He
is coming.

Anticipation builds low in Lifei�s
gut only to escape in a rush of air as he breathes in deeply.

He
is close.

Fear tingles behind his ears
and travels down to his toes as he waits in the tangled sheets of soft butterscotch,
satin.

He
is here.

The morning may have been
languid in its peace, but it holds nothing against the raw, unadulterated power
of his partner, his lover, his husband, as he stands above their bed.

�Awake� That voice is deep,
concerned, and familiar in all the right ways. Like water running over gravel
it soothes places inside Lifei�s soul that he thought could never be healed�

Rough thin fingers run down
his spine, electrocuting every nerve along its path, to rest in the small dip of
skin where his tailbone ends. A very oversensitive spot to be touched as pain
throbs deeply. Flashes of the last couple of nights run like an instant reel
behind his closed eyelids.

The pleasure, the pain, the
pleasure, the pain� Lifei could not tell where one had ended and the other had
begun. It was exquisite in the deepest of ways. Every ounce of him felt like a
live wire.

�Not awake yet it seems�
Those fingers press harder into that spot, pain flares brighter behind his
closed eyelids. Lifei grips the pillows by his head, trying not to move at all,
not sure if his body can survive another round so soon.

�Heero� his voice groaned
out, practically unusable after most of the screaming he had done the night
before.

. . . Silence. . .

The air around them seems to
drop in temperature; fear seizes his heart, and paralyzes his body... Had he done
something wrong? He shifted to turn over but the fingers were removed. He
stilled as they glided over the swell of his cheeks and slipped in between twin
caramel globes. Lifei�s body jumped, his heart slamming in his chest as fire
races along his nerves, pleasure consuming his every vivid thought and racing
along his veins, every time.

Heero�s devilish fingers
play with the entrance to his body, coy in their movements as they slowly
dipped in and out. Loosened with both semen and lube, but dried some hours
before, it was not as smooth as it should have been. But he wouldn�t dare think
of saying something now. He was a warrior, not easily prone to breakage, and
besides, for as long as he and Heero had been together, there was no way in
hell that his lover wouldn�t know what his body couldn�t handle from what it
could. He simply had to trust him, to pray that he hadn�t bruised his very delicate
ego, or the likelihood of him being able to move later on would be nil.

Slowly one finger, then two;
in then out, and around, in and then out and � the fingers jerked, delving deep
into his body and curling up to hit his prostate in one smooth motion. It was painful,
it was perfection.

The howl of pleasure died in
his throat even as his body curved and jerked up. Muscles strained as he tried
to lift himself up onto his arms. A forearm was smashed into his upper back,
and he crumbled back down to the pillows gasping for air.

That jolt had awakened every
ounce of soreness that had settled in from the night before. The bruised ribs
echoed uneasily in tuned with the shallow cuts made all over his neck and
thighs. Between his simulation runs with Dr. Khan and his demanding lover, it
amazed even him that he was still conscious, much less able to move right now.

Heavy weight was suddenly
resting on the back of his thighs. A clothed erection pressed fingers deeper
into his body, prodding his prostate remorselessly while clawed fingers tangled
in his hair and gripped his face down into the satin, clothed pillow, making it
difficult for him to breathe. And even then, it made no difference as his body
was worked over. Lifei had never ever remembered feeling more confused or as complete
in these moments.

�Minutes were spent in this manner. Minutes
were Lifei was mindless, simply trying to breathe as his orgasm was build from
nothing, on such a slow morning, into an awe inspiring, breath stealing,
release.

Blinking back the tears he
huffed as the body above him curled happily as well. Fingers were removed so slowly
that he felt every shift of it. Heero�s body leaned forward, his tongue licking
trails at the marks on his neck. Teeth nibbled amongst the golden flesh there, and
most likely left behind another purple-blue bruise to be flaunted later.

�Awake now.�

�Yes.� Lifei moaned
peacefully as he was allowed the privilege to catch his breath.

�Good� Heero�s full body
weight slowly lowered down onto his back, his face buried against the curve of
his neck. His smirk left behind a prominent, self-satisfied shiver.

�In an hour we need to be
dressed and prepared for your final simulation run and then a briefing.�

�Lifei lifted his face from the pillow long
enough to let his confusion show. �Do you know what�s wrong?� He questioned
softly, enjoying the weight on top of him, and not waiting him to move just
yet.

��No, but we�ll find out when we head down to
medical.� Growling Heero shifted himself up long enough to roll over and
discard the black sweats he had soiled; laying next to his husband in bed.

�You don�t think it�s
anything bad, do you?� Lifei murmured, trying to stay awake.

�According to Dr. K
everything is fine. You should be integrated by the end of this month. There is
just one more trial to be completed.�

Lifei rose up in disbelief,
his arms shaking with the effort to keep him up. Turning he curled his body
some, even though that sent shocks of pain up his spine and made his head spin.
He didn�t know if he should ask the question on his mind or not� but in the end
he needed to know.

�Isn�t it too soon to have
another surgery� especially when there was such a long recovery the last time?�

Prussian blue eyes narrowed,
flinching away from obsidian orbs before giving the answer he needed to hear
through gritted teeth.

�Yes, your recovery took
three months, two weeks, six days, one hour, four-eight minutes, and fifty five
seconds.� Stunned, Lifei fingers slid forward resting on the bare chest next to
him. He personally couldn�t remember anything about that missing time frame
other than the darkness, and the gut-wrenching need, to connect with another
human being as quickly as possible�

It was Heero�s tear-filled
Prussian blue eye�s he had seen first through his own blurred pair. It was Heero�s
lips that filled him with air when he was choking to breathe through the panic.
It was Heero�s voice that had soothed his achy soul and promised relief.

It was the first smell of green
tea in Heero�s cup that had made Lifei hunger for food, hunger to be free from
his bed in the ward. It was Heero�s calloused hands he had gripped during his
first tumbling steps. It was Heero�s strength that made him want to live; to
prove he was worthy enough to accomplish the complex training laid out ahead of
him. To prove he was worthy enough of being his husband.

�And what does Doctor Khan think
integrating me ahead of schedule will accomplish? That is what the last trail
is for right?�

An erratic sigh left his
partners� mouth... Lifei watched critically as those lips, lips that were
always curved into a small smirk for him, was now curled in disgust.

�She is not ready to begin
but nothing else can be done. Your healing factor is at maximum. Putting it off
may just cause more problems.�

�You don�t want me to have
it?� Lifei questioned hesitantly as he made his way closer to the body next to
his an inch at a time. �What aren�t you telling me?�

Heero grunted, pulling his
husband�s body on top of his own with one harsh tug of his arm. Arms wrapped
tightly around the tiny exotic frame, clenched him closer then he should.
Irrational fear was building up inside Lifei�s head. There were too many things
that he still needed to get done. And allowing the surgery meant giving up the
tight control he had over his new found life.

Eventually it came down to a
question of trust.

Did he trust the Doctors
judgment? Did he trust that the program had completed its task when he was put
under so very long ago? Did the complications from the first surgery cause
permanent damage? Would all the training he had worked so hard to accomplish
slowly unravel in front of his eyes if he went through the last trial too
quickly?

Fingers danced against his
jaw, lips pressed softly against his mouth, it was a distraction. One that at
any other time would have him crumbling under its spell, but now�

Would he be able to
withstand losing his lover; someone he never truly knew was there for him until
after he had awoken from the darkness? Did he dare question the doctors� work? Did
he dare tamper with the locks and keys that had been so delicately placed
inside of his mind? Did he dare try to remember the past so elusively locked
away from him for his own good? A past that was reluctantly pulled through his
lovers� gritted teeth.

To him Wufei was already
dead; just a memory to be completely erased when the integration was complete. Wufei
was arrogant and pathetic and weak; ignored and ridiculed behind his back by
the very same people he tried to protect. No one wanted to be around him,
everyone feared him or thought him worthless. He was a failure, a betrayer to
his own beliefs.

�Lifei� . . . Heero�s
perfect face filled his vision . . . �Your trembling?� Heero arms tightened around
the body on top of him. �What�s wrong?�

�I will not lose to him!� he
whispered.

�Lose?� Fingers combed through
the loose strands of hair, pulling them back behind his ears.

�I want the surgery�, fire
blazed behind obsidian eyes, his voice breathed his fury. �I won�t lose to him;
I won�t lose the life we have together. I won�t go back to the way things
were.�

He was flipped over, the
breath knocked from his lungs, his ribs burning with the sudden weight on top
of it.

�Did you think I would just
give you up?� Heero raged, eyes narrowing. �Do even know how long I�ve been
watching you; daring you; following you, waiting for you to see me? I was oblivious
to you. Everything else was more important, everything else came first. I�m
never going to let you go now. Never. You are mine.�

Lifei nodded, breathing in
deep.

�I know�. I just, I couldn�t�
�he sucked in another deep breath even though his ribs protested the movement� �The
idea that I could lose you, lose this��

�Hn.� Lips descended to kiss
his own, stealing the air from his lungs. Fingers grabbed and held onto fistfuls
of his hair, used it to tilt his head back for better access. He could only
hold on as his husband erased every doubt from his mind using just his mouth,
and tongue. He trembled as that wicked devilish tongue slithered down his
throat to attack his pulse; teeth nibbling softly. It was such a contrast from
this morning, from the night before. He gulped in mouthfuls of air, knowing, if
he even allowed his body to get worked up then there would be no way in hell
his husband would let him leave the bed, much less let him run through the simulation
being prepared downstairs.

Heero�s mouth lifted from
his collarbone, eyes irate as he growled softly. �What now?�

The urge to laugh was overwhelming;
he swallowed it just barely, tightening his arms around Heero�s waist instead.

�Doctor K will be expecting
us soon. �

�She can wait� Heero flexed,
rising to get into a better position. Confusion crossed Lifei eyes briefly
before he felt his partners� erection against his thigh. Hands reached across
to the nightstand, grabbing the satin ropes and lubricant.

�Heero?� he whispered, fear
starting to crawl up his spine.

Prussian eyes narrowed down on
his own as his wrists were grabbed and raised above his head; the ropes a cruel
but comforting reminder. He shivered.

�You know how much I need
you.�
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