Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ ^|^White Reflection^|^ ❯ One-Shot
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By: seduced_by_death 
This Fan Fiction contains Yaoi warnings, Lime, bondage and blood. 1x2
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.28.2003 | Updated On: 10.31.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
This Fan Fiction contains Yaoi warnings, Lime, bondage and blood. 1x2
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.28.2003 | Updated On: 10.31.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
DISCLAIMER: Okay okay, I know this thing is stupid, but I DO NOT own any of the characters IN GUNDAM WING or the anime/manga Gundam Wing. If I did, I would be making Yaoi episodes off the waazoo.
*sigh* Yes, I couldn't help it, this is my one-shot story. My other Fan Fictions are, or going to be, much longer than this story on this page. ^^ But I hope you like it anyways.
Kurumi Hakanashi
Silent. Still. The fierce gaze that pierced the sea of blue hue had made the boy tense. His trembling body clenched onto the last remnant of breath. That certain warmth that had been stirred violently into his cheeks dimmed and drained of it's tinge; slowly being soaked by quiet streams of tears, screaming as they soaked the black cloth beneath them. Duo was choked, looking into the persian eyes that lie before him. The gape he had faced was now so cold, so impassioned -- it had made the youth's heart tangle and mind blur with the contrast of mixed images. He wanted to reach out and caress the ill expression that had overtaken the complexion of the beautiful boy. The boy that had cared so much for him, that had kneeled by his side. He couldn't face his emotion, nor his flexibility towards even brushing his lips against his. Heero was the only one who could accept him, the only one that he wanted to be with and protect.
"Duo . . ." The Wing pilot adverted his gaze to the cold floor. He didn't know what the other had wanted from him -- he gave the boy his happiness, his tears, his love . . . but the boy was still resentful, full of remorse and sorrow. Was it his fault? It couldn't of been. They had both knew that from the beginning that they would part. "Can I never make you happy?" Heero whispered as each deep breath was slowly ex-hailed. His bottom eyelids were lightly quivering, forming tears of their own. The large room was only filled with more silence as the impediment of question hovered throughout the pilots. Duo had only lowered his head, letting the small droplets of penitence drop and pool onto the floor. "Stop crying Duo." Heero had snapped, a bit irritated.
"I just wanted to be in your arms, Heero. I had just wanted to be with you, to bathe in your presents when you had granted it. Whether you loved me or wanted nothing to do with me -- you held my heart in your hands, and still do." The American continued to sob, pulling his hand back into the mess of chestnut bangs. "Break it or cherish it, it's not my decision." Heero's eyes slightly widen, he had never knew that Duo kept such pent emotion. Love. That was the only reasonable explanation. Heero only wanted to be with Duo to discover himself; not to go this far with him. He was in too deep, he couldn't just blow away his fears of leaving the tear stained pilot.
"Kuso." He had leaned into the youth, his lips lightly meeting the braided boy's in a passionate buss. Duo closed his eyes without hesitation, kissing the beautiful display of bliss violently in return. Heero only lidded his eyes slightly, so he could admire the soft tone of the other's face. The cold contingency of Duo's tears began to drift onto the other pilot's chin as Heero deepened the kiss.
"I want to make you happy." The Wing pilot answered to the slight moan as the kiss broke. The youth tipped into Heero, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck. As Duo kept his eyes facilely closed, Heero licked the boy's lips, searching for entrance. The braided boy had accepted, letting Heero's tongue surge deep into his mouth. The warm, wet sensation grew fierce as each battled for the dominant kiss, entangled in each other's body.
Duo was pushed against the long stretch of the wall, tightly pinning him there; as Heero raved at his partner -- biting at his lips to the point where they drew blood. One last night. They would spend one last night together, one last feeling of delectation . . . and it would be their last.
"Show. Me." His voice squeaked through the furious kisses, hot saliva dripping from their mouths, moistening the base of his lips and chin. The only response he had gotten was the tensing of Heero's grip, pressing him more against his body as he slowly rose Duo's hands above his head. He was going to show him, and show him hard -- just as he wanted. The Death Scythe pilot's body jolted as he felt his clothing loosen. Heero had worked on the overlapped apparel, first removing everything from his chest. He awed at the sight of Duo's exposed flesh. The pronounced lines, and hardened nipples that defined his fine-toned body made him shiver. He was finally where he wanted to be, to show the youth how much he cared for him.
"Mmmm . . . Duo." Heero had quietly chanted, beginning to trace every bold muscle and protruding bone from his neck down. The countless moans that had escaped the boy yearned for more, pleading as the teasing resumed. His hands hand been tightly bundled together and pushed aside, not once letting the boy touch the devourer. Heero paused as he came to a small puckered nipple, looking at the wet trail he had left. With a simple smirk, his tongue rolled over the pink surface smoothly; slowly arousing as the ongoing deplores from the boy above him continued, knowing that the slow torture would eventually drive him mad. Duo again bucked, sending his hardened flesh into his mouth deeper. Heero then moved one of his hands down to his other pink nipple, caressing it and pinching in lightly as he started to bite.
"Heero! More-" The boy demanded, throwing his head backwards. The Wing pilot's hand drifted down to his pelvic area, grasping onto the hard fabric he had found there. Duo gasped, stiffening more into his hand. Taking his own shirt, Heero tied the boy's hands together, so he would be free to venture throughout his body. Slowly. He began to unzip Duo's pants, removing them like silk as they slipped onto the ground...
TO BE CONTINUED MUWAHAHAHA....sorry to keep ya hang'in =^.~=
*sigh* Yes, I couldn't help it, this is my one-shot story. My other Fan Fictions are, or going to be, much longer than this story on this page. ^^ But I hope you like it anyways.
Kurumi Hakanashi
Silent. Still. The fierce gaze that pierced the sea of blue hue had made the boy tense. His trembling body clenched onto the last remnant of breath. That certain warmth that had been stirred violently into his cheeks dimmed and drained of it's tinge; slowly being soaked by quiet streams of tears, screaming as they soaked the black cloth beneath them. Duo was choked, looking into the persian eyes that lie before him. The gape he had faced was now so cold, so impassioned -- it had made the youth's heart tangle and mind blur with the contrast of mixed images. He wanted to reach out and caress the ill expression that had overtaken the complexion of the beautiful boy. The boy that had cared so much for him, that had kneeled by his side. He couldn't face his emotion, nor his flexibility towards even brushing his lips against his. Heero was the only one who could accept him, the only one that he wanted to be with and protect.
"Duo . . ." The Wing pilot adverted his gaze to the cold floor. He didn't know what the other had wanted from him -- he gave the boy his happiness, his tears, his love . . . but the boy was still resentful, full of remorse and sorrow. Was it his fault? It couldn't of been. They had both knew that from the beginning that they would part. "Can I never make you happy?" Heero whispered as each deep breath was slowly ex-hailed. His bottom eyelids were lightly quivering, forming tears of their own. The large room was only filled with more silence as the impediment of question hovered throughout the pilots. Duo had only lowered his head, letting the small droplets of penitence drop and pool onto the floor. "Stop crying Duo." Heero had snapped, a bit irritated.
"I just wanted to be in your arms, Heero. I had just wanted to be with you, to bathe in your presents when you had granted it. Whether you loved me or wanted nothing to do with me -- you held my heart in your hands, and still do." The American continued to sob, pulling his hand back into the mess of chestnut bangs. "Break it or cherish it, it's not my decision." Heero's eyes slightly widen, he had never knew that Duo kept such pent emotion. Love. That was the only reasonable explanation. Heero only wanted to be with Duo to discover himself; not to go this far with him. He was in too deep, he couldn't just blow away his fears of leaving the tear stained pilot.
"Kuso." He had leaned into the youth, his lips lightly meeting the braided boy's in a passionate buss. Duo closed his eyes without hesitation, kissing the beautiful display of bliss violently in return. Heero only lidded his eyes slightly, so he could admire the soft tone of the other's face. The cold contingency of Duo's tears began to drift onto the other pilot's chin as Heero deepened the kiss.
"I want to make you happy." The Wing pilot answered to the slight moan as the kiss broke. The youth tipped into Heero, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck. As Duo kept his eyes facilely closed, Heero licked the boy's lips, searching for entrance. The braided boy had accepted, letting Heero's tongue surge deep into his mouth. The warm, wet sensation grew fierce as each battled for the dominant kiss, entangled in each other's body.
Duo was pushed against the long stretch of the wall, tightly pinning him there; as Heero raved at his partner -- biting at his lips to the point where they drew blood. One last night. They would spend one last night together, one last feeling of delectation . . . and it would be their last.
"Show. Me." His voice squeaked through the furious kisses, hot saliva dripping from their mouths, moistening the base of his lips and chin. The only response he had gotten was the tensing of Heero's grip, pressing him more against his body as he slowly rose Duo's hands above his head. He was going to show him, and show him hard -- just as he wanted. The Death Scythe pilot's body jolted as he felt his clothing loosen. Heero had worked on the overlapped apparel, first removing everything from his chest. He awed at the sight of Duo's exposed flesh. The pronounced lines, and hardened nipples that defined his fine-toned body made him shiver. He was finally where he wanted to be, to show the youth how much he cared for him.
"Mmmm . . . Duo." Heero had quietly chanted, beginning to trace every bold muscle and protruding bone from his neck down. The countless moans that had escaped the boy yearned for more, pleading as the teasing resumed. His hands hand been tightly bundled together and pushed aside, not once letting the boy touch the devourer. Heero paused as he came to a small puckered nipple, looking at the wet trail he had left. With a simple smirk, his tongue rolled over the pink surface smoothly; slowly arousing as the ongoing deplores from the boy above him continued, knowing that the slow torture would eventually drive him mad. Duo again bucked, sending his hardened flesh into his mouth deeper. Heero then moved one of his hands down to his other pink nipple, caressing it and pinching in lightly as he started to bite.
"Heero! More-" The boy demanded, throwing his head backwards. The Wing pilot's hand drifted down to his pelvic area, grasping onto the hard fabric he had found there. Duo gasped, stiffening more into his hand. Taking his own shirt, Heero tied the boy's hands together, so he would be free to venture throughout his body. Slowly. He began to unzip Duo's pants, removing them like silk as they slipped onto the ground...
TO BE CONTINUED MUWAHAHAHA....sorry to keep ya hang'in =^.~=