Crying To The Walls
part 8
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PART EIGHT
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Two trembling and
bruised fingers reached above a hot pan, dropping a piece of chicken inside. The
small piece of meat crashed into a sea of hot oil, sending loud sparkles all
around the silent kitchen.
Heero shivered and
fought down the urge to gag as he tore another limb off the dead animal, and
dropped it into the pan. He sighed heavily as he worked, trying so hard to
fight the bile that climbed up to his throat. It would be very unpleasant for
him if he would vomit into Johnson’s dinner.
Heero winced at the
painful memory, and hurried to cover his mouth with his hand, retching into his
palm. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. It took him some long
moments, but one glance up at the kitchen clock, and he was back to work.
Johnson will be back
soon, and he better have dinner ready on the table. It will do little good to
upset Johnson. The man was angry as it is. With Johnny, it was always like
that. One day he was in a good mood, and the next he was mad as hell. Heero
began to refer to those days as ‘Hure days’ and ‘Blume days’. Today was a ‘Hure
day’. Which meant that he had to be on his guard, and think VERY well before he
said or did anything. Like messing up with his lover’s dinner.
Half an hour later,
the front door opened and Johnson stormed into the small apartment, slamming
the door behind him. Heero winced at the loud sound, nearly dropping the fork
he was holding. He was bent over the dinner table, arranging it. He quickly put
the fork down and tidied the table map, finishing up quickly.
He then stood up,
looking at his boyfriend. He brought his hands to the front, fingers entwined,
lying against his lap. He kept his head bowed slightly, but his eyes were on
Johnson.
“Okaeri.” He
whispered, readying himself for the harsh reply.
But Johnson just
ignored him, hanging his coat on a hanger.
Heero sighed. “Did you
have a good day at work?”
Johnson remained
silent, and just walked to the bedroom.
Heero sighed, but
remained still. He knew better than to go after him.
He looked around the
apartment, making sure that everything was in place, as to not piss Johnson. He
frowned as he noticed a small plastic bag lying next to the door. He wondered
what it was, but knew better than to go and check.
Johnson stalked back Heero continued He'>He hated this apron so He looked up carefully ‘Gifts’ on ‘Hure day’ * After dinner, Johnson The bag was still by “Hure!” Johnson’s “Y-yes?” He called, “Come over here!” The “What is it?” He asked “Get that stupid apron “H-hai!” Heero hurried “Just give it here!” The Japanese boy “Stupid boy, can’t “I’m sorry...” Heero “Is this the treatment “That’s not... not “Humph!” The man Heero swallowed, “Your gift.” Johnson He wasn’t going to let n stn style='font-size: “Well?!” Heero took a deep Johnson’s smirk only Heero sighed in His attention was But it was none of the Oh God... what was the “Wha-what is it?” “Well, I decided that Heero swallowed. “Have Johnson unfolded the Heero’s mouth dropped Johnson’s eyes flashed “Uh...” Being lost for It was faint blue, and He looked up at “I know. I think it “But I’m a boy.” Heero “What, you don’t like “It’s not that I... “Why not?” Johnson “Oh no! No! I...” Johnson came to stand “Then. Wear. It.” The Heero sighed and bowed He hated ‘Hure days’. * Seeing him in that He hated sex on ‘Hure “Ahhh... do it again! Heero whimpered, “C’mon, Hure... C’mon! “I... I can’t... not “C’MON!!!!” The man Heero whimpered, and Johnson hissed and Heero closed his eyes, “FASTER HURE! C’MON! Again the boy He squeezed his eyes Inside... Outside... When will it stop? Inside... Outside... Why won’t the pain go Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside... “Ahhh... Hure... just It didn’t use to hurt Inside... Outside... Duo... “Ahhhhh... GOD HURE! He then collapsed The boy on the bed * “Jingle bell, jingle Heero looked up from “You called for me?” He sounded pissed. Heero swallowed and “What for?” Duo 10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana'>Duo frowned, unused to “Oh. Tha-that’s good.” A heavy silence fell Duo’s frowned deepened “Oh, I’m f—fine, thank “You and Johnson “H-hai!” He hurried to “Oh?” Duo raised an “Yes.” Heero repeated, But for some reason, “So you’re glad you He wasn’t even looking “Oh.” Duo let out Heero sighed, looking Again the suffocating Heero sighed and “The reason I called “To me?!” Duo burst, “Hai.” Heero “YOU DID WHAT?!” Heero swallowed, flinching “I quit, so I can “I want my lover to be Duo’s shoulders “H-hai. It’s the right “It’s because you Heero’s eyes widened. “D-Duo...” Heero “I can’t see why “Duo...” Heero called “Well, if he’s the one Heero gasped. Duo... “I’m sorry...” Heero “Yeah, well, so am I Heero sniffled, * Heero reached a He held his breath, Johnson stirred “Mmm... Blume...” The Heero closed his eyes Johnson’s hand pushed Heero winced as the 10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana'>“J-Johnny?” Heero “Shhh...” The man Heero sucked in a “Shhhhh. . .” The man “I...” Heero choked Johnson just chuckled, “What?!” Heero gasped “Talk. Like. A. “You want me to refer Again the man Heero gasped loudly, “Yes.” The man smiled Heero gulped, out of “Not eot enough.” The
into the room, and, without a word, sat down to have his dinner.
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standing there, watching the man. He already had his dinner, so he had no
reason to sit down. And besides, Johnson didn’t ask from him to sit, and on
‘Hure days’, it was a REALLY bad thing to do things without permission. So
Heero just kept standing there, looking down at his boyfriend. He straightened
his apron a little, making sure there weren’t any folds on it.
much... it was Johnson’s ‘gift’ to him. Another one of his sick jokes. Maybe he
thought it was funny seeing Heero wear a green apron with pink flowers on it,
but Heero for his part, just felt silly. Humiliated, as always.
at the bag by the door, his head still bowed though. His eyes narrowed in both
thought and fear, and he wondered if he even WANTS to know what’s inside the
bag.
were a baaaaad thing...
* *
went to take his shower and then slumped on the couch, watching some
television. Heero busied himself with the dishes, working as slowly as
possible, trying to stall before he had to go back into the living room.
the door, it’s presence well known to Heero.
voice called from the living room, and Heero flinched, startled.
voice wavering.
man shouted back, and Heero could hear the bag rattle. Sighing deeply, he left
the kitchen.
stupidly, wiping his hands on his apron. He walked closer to his boyfriend, but
not too close. Being too close was not a good thing on ‘Hure
days’.
off!” The man demanded, looking through the bag.
to comply, his fingers already trying to untie the thing. Because he was in
such a hurry, his fingers got tangled and it took him a while to undo the knot.
He could feel Johnson’s glare on him, and he could tell that the man was angry.
He whimpered in frustration, twisting his back so he could look back at the
knot.
Johnson yelled in annoyance, yanking Heero towards him.
gasped as he was pulled hard and fast towards the man. His shoulders slumped
and his head hung low as he leaned against the man in surrender, letting him
remove the apron.
even do this simple thing right!” Johnson yelled and threw the apron at Heero’s
face.
whispered, picking the apron from the floor.
I get for buying you a present?! I’ve been thinking about you all day, you
know. I bet you didn’t even think about me ONCE!”
true, Johnny... You know that...”
snorted and turned to pick up the bag. “So you think you deserve this?” He
asked, handing the bag to Heero, a smirk on his face.
looking at the bag, eyes shimmering with doubt and distress. “Well, um...
wha-what‘s in it?”
snarled. “Do you want it or not?”
him easily off the hook. It was 'a lose or lose' situation. Whatever he will
say, will get the man pissed. He hated ‘Hure days’.
10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana'>Swallowing, Heero looked
up at Johnson. He bit his lower lip in thought, eyeing the bag.
breath, and lifted his gaze up to Johnson. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
grew. “I think you're going to get your present, Hure.”
relief. He had given the right answer.
drawn back to Johnson when he heard the bag rattle again. He followed Johnson’s
hand into the beg, silently praying for anything BUT chains, whips or some sort
of painful accessories.
above. Instead, Heero was surprised to find himself staring at some sort of...
clothing?
man planning now?
Heero dared to ask, fearful as he saw how Johnson was grinning.
if you don’t like the apron, you could have this instead.”
what?”
piece of fabric, and showed it to his mate.
open, nearly hitting the floor.
darkly. “I gather you like?”
words was somewhat of an understatement. Heero was too shocked to speak. He
just kept staring at the piece of clothing the man was holding. A piece of
sky-blue clothing. A sky-blue kimono. A woman’s kimono.
the fabric was shiny silk. It had an imprint on it, of silvery flowers and
leafs that glowed under the dim light. It seemed very short, like it will get
no lower than his upper thighs. All in all, Heero was NOT impressed.
Johnson, gaze stunned. “It’s for girls.” He stated, voice silent.
will look sexy on you.”
continued, eyeing the kimono in distaste.
it?” The man asked, as if actually hurt.
that I don’t, but...” Heero stammered, staggering a few steps back, trying to
escape the man’s harsh gaze. “But I... I don’t think I’m supposed to w-wear
it...”
snarled, raising an eyebrow. “Because it’s a gift from me? Because you don’t
like my gifts? You don’t like me?”
Heero began, his thin figure trembling as the bigger man approached him with
threatening steps. “I... I lik-“ He stopped himself quickly, taking a quick
breath. “I... I lo-love your gi..” ..” He corrected himself, now coming to
stand against the wall. There was no more room for him to run. He looked up at
Johnson, eyes shimmering with plea. “I love them, you know that, right?”
right in front of Heero, towering above him. He glared down at the boy, who was
looking up at him with large and frightened cobalt eyes.
man commanded, shoving the kimono into Heero’s hands. “Now!”
his head. “H-hai.” He mumbled, blinking away a few stray tears. He looked down
at his ‘gift’ and sighed inwardly.
* *
short, small, and all-revealing kimono was bound to give Heero more trouble.
The minute he walked back into the room, fidgeting in the small piece of light
fabric, Heero could see the look on that man’s face. The look that says,
beware, for you’re about to be devoured.
days’. It was even rougher than it usually was. While he grew accustomed to the
painful experience, it was still very hurting and humiliating for him. It was
rare when he too could feel the pleasure Johnson got from it, and it was even
rarer when he would come. When he did manage to get aroused, he would have to
bring himself release, pumping his own arousal while Johnson slammed into him.
It was a stupid thing to do, for the sight of Heero touching himself, only
increased Johnson’s sick lust.
Do it again! Nnnn... yes... yes... faster...”
closing his eyes. He couldn’t stand the sight of Johnson anymore. This image
was carved so deeply into his memory. This low-angle view of Johnson, sweaty
and large, slamming into him over and over. He seemed so big from this
position, and he was about all Heero could see while lying on his back, his legs
lifted up over Johnson’s shoulders.
C’mon! C’mon!!” Johnson mumbled over and over, thrusting in and out of Heero’s
warm body.
now...” Heero rasped, panting hard. He wasn’t even fully hard.
roared, grabbing Heero’s hand and forcing the boy to touch himself.
slowly began stroking himself.
moaned, his eyes not leaving the sight of Heero’s palm as it went up and
down... up and down...
forcing his mind to think far away thoughts. All he could hear was the blood
rushing in his ears, his heart beating frantically, the sound of flesh hitting
flesh, and Johnson’s moans... His moans... and groans... and the words he
yelled... so cruel...
FASTER! AHHHH!!!”
whimperedrokiroking himself even faster. He lifted his hips up, to meet up with
his own pumping and Johnson’s thrusts.
shut, squeezing the tears away. He felt some numb pleasure building in, as he
slowly brought himself to the edge. Johnson’s hips still slammed hard against
his body, and all Heero could focus on was the movements of the large snake
inside of him.
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...
away?
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...
a little more... c’mon... c’mon...”
like that... It didn’t used to be like that...
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...
GOOOODDDDDD!!!” Johnson screamed as he came, emptying himself into Heero.
against Heero’s smaller form, and was fast asleep.
just whimpered silently, looking up at the ceiling with tearful eyes. He
reached down a trembling hand, giving himself a few last strokes. He closed his
eyes, coming silently. “...Duo...”
* *
bell, jingle bell rock...”
his desk, as the door opened, letting in the sounds of the outside halls. The
merry tune washed into the room, and then disappeared once the door was closed.
Duo was now standing in the middle of the office, looking seriously at Heero.
Cold. Angry. His violet eyes still held a grudge against Heero, and it was
clearly showing.
looked away. “A-aa.”
questioned coldly, glaring down at Heero. “Must be important, if you bothered
to show up at work for it.” He snarled.
cla class=MsoBodyText dir=LTR style='line-height:12.0pt'>Heero sighed sadly,
opening a drawer in his desk. He rummaged through its messy context, refusing
to look up at Duo. “H-how have you been—how have you been doing?” He finally
decided to ask, voice quiet and uncertain.
Heero making a conversation. It meant that he was feeling REALLY sorry. Duo
sighed, bowing his head slightly. Maybe he’d been a little TOO hard on him.
“All right, I guess.”
between them.
and he took a few steps forwards, eyeing Heero carefully. “And you? You doing
alright?”
you.” Heero let out with a sad smile, taking a few thick folders out of the
drawer. He turned to look up at Duo.
getting along okay?” The braided boy suddenly asked, and Heero’s eyes widened.
reply, wanting to assure Duo. “I’ve... I’ve learned a LOT from him.” He added,
smiling weakly. This was his chance. His chance to prove himself to Duo. He
will show him how much he’s learned. How much better he was now. Maybe if he’ll
be able to convince Duo, the boy would take him back. Away from Johnson...
eyebrow in surprise.
still forcing himself to smile. “He... he makes me better.” Better for you
Duo... all for you...
Duo didn’t look convinced. He looked, hurt? Angry? It was hard to tell...
moved in with him?” Duo asked after a while of thick silence, his eyes glued to
the floor.
at him! Heero felt like crying. What else can he say to show him how much he’d
learned? “Yes. I... I wanted to spend all of my time with my lover.” He
explained, smiling sadly.
silently, still staring down at his feet. “That’s nice...”
down at his fidgeting hands. “Yeah...”
silence.
reached for the folders he retrieved from the drawer.
you here is because... because I’m...” He took a deep breath, assuring himself
that there was no other way. No other choice. He has to show Duo. Determined,
Heero looked up at the other agent. “I’m handing the case over to you.”
head snapping up, eyes wide with shock.
confirmed, pushing the folders towards Duo. “I quit my job.”
back as Duo yelled. This wasn’t doing any good... Duo was still mad... He has
to show him! Why won’t he see it?!
dedicate my time to my lover.” He’ll be loyal to Duo... he’ll spend all his
time with him... why won’t Duo see that?
happy.”
slumped, dejected. “Oh, I see.” He sighed, closing his eyes and bowing his
head. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, voice wavering.
choice. Especially after what I...”
listened to Johnson!” Duo snapped, looking angrily at Heero. “You shouldn’t
have listened to that jerk!”
Duo was mad... why was he mad?
cried, getting up.
you’re sticking with that ASSHOLE, Heero!” Duo yelled, stomping his foot on the
floor. “I really can’t!”
again, reaching out a hand towards him. “I just want to... to be better...”
to make you fucking better- then by all means- go right ahead! Stay with him!
See if I care!”
Duo didn’t care... He hadn’t done enough for him yet... He wasn’t good enough
for him yet...
whispered, falling back into his chair. “I’m... I’m sorry...”
Heero.” Duo sighed, crossing his hands over his chest. “So am I.” And just with
that, Duo left the room.
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staring at the closed door. He kept looking at the air Duo had left behind him,
sad and confused. Why didn’t it work? Why couldn’t Duo see how much he had
learned? How much progress did he make? Wasn’t it enough to please Duo? He has
to learn more... he has to... for Duo...
* *
bruised hand down to find his blanket, trying to remain silent in order not to wake
the man who lay beside him. He was laying on his side, facing the door,
Johnson’s body pressed tightly behind him, his limp cock still buried inside of
him. He bit his lower lip, forcing himself to remain silent when his muscles
were awakened with pain. He snapped his eyes shut, squeezing out the tears,
trying so hard not to cry out. A silent whimper escaped his cracked lips, and
his eyes snapped open in fear.
listening.
quietly in the bed, turning around, and Heero choked out a cry of pain, feeling
the man’s penis move inside his torn and bleeding passage.
man moaned, brining his arms around Heero’s thin form.
sadly, lifting the thin blanket up to cover himself.
it away.
man thrust himself a little deeper into him.
whispered. “Are you awake?”
whispered, one of his hands beginning to play with the boy’s nipples.
sharp breath, body tensing. “J-Johnny... I’m cold...” He whispered, panting
slightly.
soothed, his other hand trailing down from Heero’s waist and to his groin.
“I’ll make you warmer, Blume...” He whisp, sl, slowly running his fingers over
Heero’s shaft. “I’ll make you all hot and sweaty...” He rasped, his fingers
playing with Heero’s flesh.
out, reaching down to push the hand away. “I’m too... tired... now...”
reaching his hand up to caress Heero’s lips. He played a little with the
cracked and swollen lips, running the pad of his fingers over Heero’s lower
lip. “Talk like a woman.”
as he felt Johnson squeeze his hardening member.
Woman.” The man repeated slowly, pushing his finger into Heero’s mouth. He
began to slowly rock his hips, moving inside the boy’s warmth.
to you like a woman?”
chuckled, voice deep and low. “No, silly. I want you to sound like one.” He
pushed himself a little harder into Heero.
arching his back a little. “You... want... me to... sound like a... woman?” He
rasped between panting.
slyly, thrusting into Heero and squeezing him tightly at the same time.
breath. “Like... like this?” He asked, his voice soft and lighter than usual.
man answered, rocking his hips a little faster, a little deeper.
lip, nearly drawing blood. He squeezed his eyes shut, tg tog to resist the
pleasure and control the pain. “Like...” He began, panting. “Like this?” This
time, he made his voice weaker and much lighter. It was merely a whisper, but
it gave the right effect.
“Ahhh... yessss...”
The man hissed, his pace increasing. “Do it again...” He asked, panting hard.
“Wha-what should I--“
Heero began, in hirmalrmal voice. But one quick and painful move from Johnson
made him realize his mistake. He changed his voice again. “What should I
s-say?”
“Ahhh... I don’t
care...” The man panted, slamming harder and faster into the boy. “But what...
ever... it... is...” He began pumping Heero faster, making the boy squirm in
his hold and pant heavily. “You have to... sound... like... that!” He
emphasized his demand with a hard thrust, making the boy jump off the bed with
a cry.
“Ye-yes...
J-Johnson...” Heero panted, tears running down his pale cheeks, glistering in
the moonlight. “What... ever... you... say...” He continued in a feminine
voice, gasping for large amounts of. “A. “Anything...”
for you, Duo. Anything for you... ou cou can have me back... See? I can
learn...