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Crying To The Walls	By : Naomi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Crying To The Walls
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-Epilogue
- 7
- 8
- 9
Crying To The Walls

CRYING TO THE WALLS

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
into the room, and, without a word, sat down to have his dinner.
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Heero continued
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.

He'>He hated this apron so
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.

He looked up carefully
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.*
*    *

After dinner, Johnson
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 bag was still by
the door, it�s presence well known to Heero.

�Hure!� Johnson�s
voice called from the living room, and Heero flinched, startled.

�Y-yes?� He called,
voice wavering.

�Come over here!� The
man shouted back, and Heero could hear the bag rattle. Sighing deeply, he left
the kitchen.

�What is it?� He asked
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�.

�Get that stupid apron
off!� The man demanded, looking through the bag.

�H-hai!� Heero hurried
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.

�Just give it here!�
Johnson yelled in annoyance, yanking Heero towards him.

The Japanese boy
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.

�Stupid boy, can�t
even do this simple thing right!� Johnson yelled and threw the apron at Heero�s
face.

�I�m sorry...� Heero
whispered, picking the apron from the floor.

�Is this the treatment
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!�

�That�s not... not
true, Johnny... You know that...�

�Humph!� The man
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.

Heero swallowed,
looking at the bag, eyes shimmering with doubt and distress. �Well, um...
wha-what�s in it?�

�Your gift.� Johnson
snarled. �Do you want it or not?�

He wasn�t going to let
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�.

n stn style='font-size:
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.

�Well?!�

Heero took a deep
breath, and lifted his gaze up to Johnson. �I don�t know. What do you think?�

Johnson�s smirk only
grew. �I think you're going to get your present, Hure.�

Heero sighed in
relief. He had given the right answer.

His attention was
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.

But it was none of the
above. Instead, Heero was surprised to find himself staring at some sort of...
clothing?

Oh God... what was the
man planning now?

�Wha-what is it?�
Heero dared to ask, fearful as he saw how Johnson was grinning.>

�Well, I decided that
if you don�t like the apron, you could have this instead.�

Heero swallowed. �Have
what?�

Johnson unfolded the
piece of fabric, and showed it to his mate.

Heero�s mouth dropped
open, nearly hitting the floor.

Johnson�s eyes flashed
darkly. �I gather you like?�

�Uh...� Being lost for
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.

It was faint blue, and
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.

He looked up at
Johnson, gaze stunned. �It�s for girls.� He stated, voice silent.

�I know. I think it
will look sexy on you.�

�But I�m a boy.� Heero
continued, eyeing the kimono in distaste.

�What, you don�t like
it?� The man asked, as if actually hurt.

�It�s not that I...
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...�

�Why not?� Johnson
snarled, raising an eyebrow. �Because it�s a gift from me? Because you don�t
like my gifts? You don�t like me?�

�Oh no! No! I...�
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?�

Johnson came to stand
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.

�Then. Wear. It.� The
man commanded, shoving the kimono into Heero�s hands. �Now!�

Heero sighed and bowed
his head. �H-hai.� He mumbled, blinking away a few stray tears. He looked down
at his �gift� and sighed inwardly.

He hated �Hure days�.

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*   *

Seeing him in that
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.

He hated sex on �Hure
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.

�Ahhh... do it again!
Do it again! Nnnn... yes... yes... faster...�

Heero whimpered,
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, Hure... C�mon!
C�mon! C�mon!!� Johnson mumbled over and over, thrusting in and out of Heero�s
warm body.

�I... I can�t... not
now...� Heero rasped, panting hard. He wasn�t even fully hard.

�C�MON!!!!� The man
roared, grabbing Heero�s hand and forcing the boy to touch himself.

Heero whimpered, and
slowly began stroking himself.

Johnson hissed and
moaned, his eyes not leaving the sight of Heero�s palm as it went up and
down... up and down...

Heero closed his eyes,
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 HURE! C�MON!
FASTER! AHHHH!!!�

Again the boy
whimperedrokiroking himself even faster. He lifted his hips up, to meet up with
his own pumping and Johnson�s thrusts.

He squeezed his eyes
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...

When will it stop?

Inside... Outside...
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...

Why won�t the pain go
away?

Inside... Outside...
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...

Duo... where was he?

Inside... Outside...
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...

�Ahhh... Hure... just
a little more... c�mon... c�mon...�

It didn�t use to hurt
like that... It didn�t used to be like that...

Inside... Outside...
Inside... Outside... Inside... Outside...

Duo...

�Ahhhhh... GOD HURE!
GOOOODDDDDD!!!� Johnson screamed as he came, emptying himself into Heero.

He then collapsed
against Heero�s smaller form, and was fast asleep.

The boy on the bed
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...�

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*   *

�Jingle bell, jingle
bell, jingle bell rock...�

Heero looked up from
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.

�You called for me?�

He sounded pissed.
Cold. Angry. His violet eyes still held a grudge against Heero, and it was
clearly showing.

Heero swallowed and
looked away. �A-aa.�

�What for?� Duo
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.

�You and Johnson
getting along okay?� The braided boy suddenly asked, and Heero�s eyes widened.He wasn�t even looking
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.

�Oh.� Duo let out
silently, still staring down at his feet. �That�s nice...�

Heero sighed, looking
down at his fidgeting hands. �Yeah...�

Again the suffocating
silence.

Heero sighed and
reached for the folders he retrieved from the drawer.

�The reason I called
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.�

�To me?!� Duo burst,
head snapping up, eyes wide with shock.

�Hai.� Heero
confirmed, pushing the folders towards Duo. �I quit my job.�

�YOU DID WHAT?!�

Heero swallowed, flinching
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?!

�I quit, so I can
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?

�I want my lover to be
happy.�

Duo�s shoulders
slumped, dejected. �Oh, I see.� He sighed, closing his eyes and bowing his
head. �Are you sure about this?� He asked, voice wavering.

�H-hai. It�s the right
choice. Especially after what I...�

�It�s because you
listened to Johnson!� Duo snapped, looking angrily at Heero. �You shouldn�t
have listened to that jerk!�

Heero�s eyes widened.
Duo was mad... why was he mad?

�D-Duo...� Heero
cried, getting up.

�I can�t see why
you�re sticking with that ASSHOLE, Heero!� Duo yelled, stomping his foot on the
floor. �I really can�t!��J-Johnny?� Heero
whispered. �Are you awake?�

�Shhh...� The man
whispered, one of his hands beginning to play with the boy�s nipples.

Heero sucked in a
sharp breath, body tensing. �J-Johnny... I�m cold...� He whispered, panting
slightly.

�Shhhhh. . .� The man
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.

�I...� Heero choked
out, reaching down to push the hand away. �I�m too... tired... now...�

Johnson just chuckled,
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.�

�What?!� Heero gasped
as he felt Johnson squeeze his hardening member.

�Talk. Like. A.
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.

�You want me to refer
to you like a woman?�

Again the man
chuckled, voice deep and low. �No, silly. I want you to sound like one.� He
pushed himself a little harder into Heero.

Heero gasped loudly,
arching his back a little. �You... want... me to... sound like a... woman?� He
rasped between panting.

�Yes.� The man smiled
slyly, thrusting into Heero and squeezing him tightly at the same time.

Heero gulped, out of
breath. �Like... like this?� He asked, his voice soft and lighter than usual.

�Not eot enough.� The
man answered, rocking his hips a little faster, a little deeper.

Heero bit his lower
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...�

Anything
for you, Duo. Anything for you... ou cou can have me back... See? I can
learn...

Part 9.

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