Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautifuly Bound ❯ Beautifuly Bound ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: All rights and privileges to Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. The characters of these works are used WITHOUT permission for the purpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit.

Author's Notes: I've read so many bondage stories and the like and decided it was time to write my own, with a couple that I've never seen before. Don't ask me why, but I just did. Also, some DxH fluff for Sabacat and Lara Winner at the end. I aspire to those Lemon writers, but fall short.

Warnings: LEMON, bondage, Hiet. PWP. Vanilla Hiet LEMON.

Beautifully Bound

By: Elf

Dorothy Catalonia smiled as she watched as her beautiful captive was dropped on the bed in the room she had specifically set up for this moment. The room was decorated in black and burgundy velvet curtains, with a bed covered in black satin sheets, candles lit everywhere that smelled of jasmine and roses. Her uncle Treize loved roses, and so did she.

She looked over at her servant and said, "You can go now." He nodded and did, leaving her alone with her captive. She walked over to him and studied him. She ran her fingers over soft, long bangs. She took his slender wrists in her hands and hooked him into the silk lined shackles on the four poster bed. She followed suit with his feet, making sure to take off his boots and socks before she did.

Dorothy smiled and pushed back her long, pale hair. She had a knife in her hand, and she gently traced her captive's foot. She whispered, "Wake up, my beautiful God of Death."

******

Duo's eyes opened. He was pissed. How the hell had that fucker been able to catch him? He was starting to feel the remaining effects of the tranq wear off. He tried to sit up, but he felt something tight around his wrists and ankles.

"What the fuck?" Duo spat as he looked strait into Dorothy Catalonia's grinning face. Her long, pale hair tumbled around them, and her pale lavender eyes were watching him with a catlike hunger. He could smell roses and jasmine in the air and he looked around the room. He was lying on a bed in a room with hundreds of black and burgundy velvet curtains lit by candles. And chained spread eagled to a bed.

She smiled at him and answered, "Exactly." She stood up and a sudden wave of fear hit him. She was wearing a black leather bodice and a black silk G-string. She smiled at him and ran her long, delicate fingers down his face.

Instinctively, he flinched from her touch. He snarled, "Get away from me, you bitch." She laid on the bed beside him and smiled. She had a slender, black-handled knife in her hand. He sneered, "What the fuck do you want?"

******

"You," Dorothy answered her captive smoothly. She looked at Duo Maxwell, violet eyes bright with anger, chestnut bangs falling into his pale features. She said, "What better way to be closer to war than to be with Death?"

Duo didn't have an answer for that. He looked around, panicked. He asked, "What are you going to do, bitch?"

She smiled at him and leaned to his perfect mouth. His eyes narrowed as he watched her. She lightly brushed her mouth with his. He cursed and she kissed him, tasting him. He was sweet and strong. A steady rush to her senses. He smelled of spices and musk, a warm smell. She thought that the infamous Shinigami would be cold.

He bit her lip. She smiled and continued to kiss him, despite the metallic taste of blood. He jerked away and snapped, "Don't touch me!"

"There's nothing you can do, Duo," she said in a sing song voice as she watched him. She smiled and said, "You're mine."

Duo looked around and asked, "Okay, why the fuck me?"

"Because I want to fuck you," she answered with a grin.

Duo began to babble, as his profile said he sometimes did. He said, "What about Heero? He's the Perfect Soldier. Or Wufei, you could make him squirm. Or Trowa, he's Trowa. And Quatre!"

Dorothy shuttered at the thought of being with pure and sweet Quatre Rabeba Winner or Chang Wufei. She answered, "Heero's with Relena."

"Not the last time I looked," Duo snapped. He added, "Besides, I have a girlfriend too."

"Hilde Schbeiker," Dorothy said with a smile. She said, "I've done my research well, Shinigami."

He snapped, "Then why the hell me?!"

"Because you're beautiful, because you have fire, because you have the most life out of all the pilots and yet you call yourself Death," Dorothy answered him as she trailed the blade down the buttons of his shirt. She traced it around his priest's collar and said, "Besides, I've always wanted to defrock a priest."

Duo snapped, "Well, you can't make me."

"Please, Duo, I've known all about your romps on L2 and Earth. You know everything that is possibably known to pleasure a woman, and you're waisting all of that talent to be with your virgin," Dorothy told him bitterly.

Duo snapped, "I love Hilde!" There was a slight blush on his pale cheeks though. Dorothy reached up and touched them. She leaned up and captured his lips again, tasting him throughly with her tongue.

She pulled away from him and lightly skimmed her hand over his chest before making her way back up to his broad shoulders. She reached down and took the tie out of his braid, letting the hair fall all around them. The chestnut strands were silken, feeling like heaven between her fingertips. Duo shut his eyes. She whispered, "Beautiful."

Then she took the knife and began to cut the shirt from his body, casting it aside. She looked at the pale perfection of his chest, noticing the well-toned body under there. Well toned because of work and battle. She ran her tongue over one bronze nipple, causing him to stiffen. She began to suck softly at that nipple. She wanted him begging for her, wanting to be inside of her.

She switched to the other side, licking it tentively. He gasped and sneered, "Don't do that."

"Why not?" She asked, tracing her fingers down his sides.

He gasped, "Because I don't want you too!"

"Too bad," she told him as she looked up into his sharp, violet eyes. She maneuvered so she could cut his cumbersome pants off, leaving him only in black silk boxers. She looked at him and smiled. He looked sinfully delicious, tied to her bed of black silk, his chestnut hair failing about him, skin slightly flushed, his violet eyes darkened with anger, and lust now.

She touched the half-hard bulge in his boxers, delighting in the moan she heard. She cut them off as well and tossed the blade away. He was nice sized, she realized as she held him in her hand, feeling him throb and become even harder. He cried out as she gently pumped his member in her hand.

"You want me," she said with a satisfied smile as she leaned over him, her blond hair creating a curtain around his thighs and her face. She licked the tip of him, tasting the sweet saltiness she found there. She told him, "You taste delicious."

"Go to hell," he snapped in a strangled tone.

She replied, "How about I take you to heaven first?" Then she licked him, up and down, around the circumference, around the heart-shaped head. She cupped him in her hands as she took him in her mouth, as far as she could go. Then she began to suck, enjoying the fact that he was trying to thrust in her mouth.

******

Duo was on the edge of ecstacy when she pulled off of him, licking her swollen lips. He moaned, dangerously on the edge. She asked, "Did you like that?" He thrashed and growled.

"Do you want me?" she asked with a smile.

Duo glared. He was throbbing, burning with a want brought on by manipulation, not attraction. He was going to get his revenge in a manner that he swore that he was never going to do. First, he had to submit. As soon as he was taken care of, then the bitch would pay.

He whispered, "Fuck me, Dorothy."

She smiled as she slid out of her G-string. Then she traced a foil wrapper around his swollen leagnth. She opened the condom and slid it on him.

She strattled his waist and empaled herself on him. She was hot and wet, but not really tight. She moved on him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He moaned as she began to ride him, taking him spiraling to ecstacy once more.

He matched her thrusts, trying to find release. He was getting higher. His body was throbbing. She cried out and clinched around him, that tightening around his member sending him over the edge. He grunted as he spilled his seed into the condom, hating the miserable guilt that it brought with it.

He had once slept around to soothe the ache inside of him. The ache of being the God of Death. Sending girls over the edge had proven that he could do more than kill or destroy, and kept him satisfied.

Then he had met Hilde.

He fell in love with her the moment her gun barrel pressed on his forehead. He wanted her and only her, and he wasn't going to touch anyone until she was ready for him. Dorothy had ruined that for him and her now.

The bitch had made a mistake too. She didn't check his braid for lock picks. He kept several in there. She lay on top of him, panting. She didn't notice when he took one of those picks and unlocked his right wrist, then his left.

He moved her off of him and she cried out. She tried to reach for him, but the shackles around his ankles were already unlocked. He flipped her over to her back and locked her where he had been moments before. "How?" she asked him as he stood up.

"You didn't check my hair," he answered as he pulled down one of the black curtains. He removed the used condom and tossed it on the ground. He wrapped the curtain around himself like a robe, cloaked in black velvet. He wondered what he looked like in the candle light, in swirling black velvet with his long hair cascading to the tip of his knees. Probably like Shinigami, he thought with a smirk as he picked up her discarded knife.

He walked back over to her and cut the leather bodice open, revealing her huge breasts, the pink nipples hard and aching. He trailed the handle over then, getting her to gasp. He slapped her and snapped, "You bitch. I should kill you."

"Don't," she whispered.

He smirked and replied, "I won't. I'm not going to, but I'm going to do something worse."

"What?" she asked softly, fear reverting in her pale eyes.

He answered absently, "Oh, you'll see." Then he caressed her breasts, causing her to gasp. He watched her face, glad that she was so expressive. He said, "I only wanted Hilde, and you had to ruin that for me."

"I'm sorry, please, don't stop," she moaned as he dipped his hands lower. He placed them on her hips, not feeling any lust, just hate. He looked at the glistening thatch of golden curls between her legs.

He wasn't getting anything out of this except revenge. He roughly plunged the handle into her, causing her to cry out. He was careful not to cut her, just spinning the hard wooden handle in her. She cried out and thrust up to it. He threw the blade away and wiped his wet fingers on the bed. She looked at him with dazed eyes, trying to rub herself together.

He walked over to one of the candles, noticing how long it was. He picked it up and dribbled the hot wax on her stomach, causing her to cry out. He blew out the wick and looked at it. It smelled of roses and was bright red. He showed it to her and she begged, "Please, Duo, please!"

He smirked and spread her folds. He rubbed the warm end on her oversensitive bundle of nerves that he found there. She cried out and closed her eyes as he played with it. He watched her, knowing when she was going to climax. As soon as she was about to, he jerked away from her and she cried out, thrusting toward the candle.

He waited a few moments to make what he was going to do even more agonizing. Dorothy snapped, "Hilde's watching all of this!"

"What?" Duo snarled at her.

She smiled and answered, her voice breathy because of her need, "Its being beamed to her directly."

He snarled and shoved the candle into her, not moving it, just leaving it. He stood up from her and she cried out, trying to move the candle. He walked away from her, feeling disgusted with himself.

******

Hilde watched the images in shock and lust. She licked her lips and imagined Duo doing that to her, and the fact that he'd admitted that he'd loved her.

Still, she felt betrayed. He couldn't help it, she knew, but still, the thought hurt. Then there was what he did at the end. Duo didn't seem the type to torture someone. She heard the door open and she cried out, dropping the remote.

Duo stood there, dressed only in a black velvet shroud, his knee leanth, chestnut brown hair falling in a witch like tangle around him, and his bright violet eyes dimmed with regret. She looked up into his brooding expression. He walked over to her and said, "Baby, I'm sorry."

She looked at him, him looking like some fantasy made real, and pressed herself close to him. She asked, "Why did you do that to her though?"

"The candle?" he asked, winching, not looking into her eyes. She nodded. He went on, "Because I didn't have a dildo near by? Well, I wanted her to suffer, but not kill her. I wanted her to learn a lesson, and I wanted revenge."

He blinked and stroked her short hair. She said, "Go take a shower. You smell like the bitch." He smiled at that and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Then we'll talk," Hilde told him, the blush creeping up on her cheeks. She wanted him, despite what he just did. In some perverse manner, that made her want him more.

He turned away from her and she said, "I love you, too, Duo."

He smiled at her and replied, "Aishiteru, Hilde." She smiled at that as he began to walk to the bathroom. She soon heard the sound of water in the bathroom. She sighed and tried to push back the thought of Duo nude and wet from her mind, but she couldn't.

She knew that Duo had slept around a lot. He had told her himself when she'd asked about his past. Then he said that he wasn't going to touch anyone else except her, only when she was ready. She walked to the shower, swallowing softly. She was ready.

She walked into the bathroom and saw Duo's silhouette on the curtain. She stripped quietly out of her clothing and heard a chuckle from Duo. She stepped into the steaming shower as Duo turned the water off.

Water dripped off of his toned body, his hair. He stood perfectly nude before her, wearing only his hair and a smile. His violet eyes were twinkling. She blushed and reached up and kissed him. So far, their relationship consisted of kissing and light petting sessions, nothing more than that.

She pulled back and looked at him, studying him, her eyes locking with the hard member pointing at her. She went to her knees and took his leanth in her hand. He whispered, "Hilde, you really don't have to . . ."

She stopped him by kissing the tip, tasting the salty sweetness that she found there. She licked the tip before she tried to take him fully in the mouth, like she'd seen Dorothy do. She almost gagged, so she moved her mouth up and down on him, listening to his moans and feeling his hands tighten in her short hair.

He moaned, "Stop."

"Why?" she asked softly.

He pulled her up and picked her up. She looked at his dark violet eyes. He answered, "Because I want to come be inside of you." Then he walked strait to her bed room. He grinned and said, "But you, dear Hilde, will come however many times I wish."

******

Duo smirked as he gently laid Hilde down on the bed. He looked at her slender, slight form and promised that he would get some more meat on her skinny bones. Her raven hair fell into her pixie face as she looked at him with bright, big blue eyes. He leaned over and kissed her, wanting to draw their first time together.

First time making love.

Those other times were satisfying a physical need, the only emotional satisfaction was that the girl enjoyed it more than he did. Now, he wanted to be part of Hilde, wanted to be inside of her, wanted to meld into one mind, heart, body, and soul with her. He kissed her slowly as he trailed his fingers over her breasts. First fingers, then mouth, then he'd enter her. That was his attack plan.

He couldn't wait to taste her though. He could smell her from there, but he wanted to draw it out as long as he could, despite the throbbing of his member. Then he remembered.

He pulled back and asked, "Protection?"

"On the pill, have been for a month," she said with a grin as she pulled him back down for a kiss. Duo had used some sort of protection every time, and he was glad that Dorothy had thought of that as well. Then he realized that this was going to be the first time he was skin to skin with someone, the girl he loved.

He kissed her hard, tasting the warmness of her mouth. He teased her hard nipples with his fingers, causing her to moan. He did that for several moments before he slid them down to the thatch of closely trimmed curls between her legs.

He carefully spread her folds apart before he gently teased the wetness he found there. She cried out and jerked to his fingers. He kissed her throat before he gently plunged a finger into her. She was tight, even around that one finger. He could feel the barrier of her virginity if he pushed hard enough, but he couldn't take it with his hands.

He rubbed his thumb on the sensitive, hard bud of flesh as he thrust another finger in, creating a rhythm between his rubbing and thrusting. Soon, she was panting, thrusting to meet his fingers, starting to tighten around them. He felt her starting to reach her peak. She cried out as she tightened and gripped his fingers.

He groaned as he felt about that hot, wet velvet heat around him. He kept rubbing to keep her thrashing. Wetness bathed his fingers as she cried out again, gripping even tighter. He pulled out of her and licked his glistening fingers, tasting her tangy essence.

He kissed her as she calmed down. He pulled back and she whispered, "That was incredible."

"You haven't felt nothing yet," Duo quipped as he began to run kisses down her throat. He studied her small, pert breasts with their hard, pink nipples. Then he kissed each orb before he licked her right nipple. Be begun to suck, as he teased the left with his fingers. She tasted warm and sweet. He smiled as he switched his attention to the left. Hilde was panting and holding his head, running her fingers through his hair.

He then began to run kisses down her chest, her stomach, pausing to nip gently at her navel, causing her to laugh, before he was at the triangle of raven curls between her legs. He kissed it softly before he used his fingers to spread her apart. He blew at the hot wetness there, causing her to gasp and tug at his hair.

He kissed her and slid his tongue into her hot wetness, tasting her. She cried out as he thrust his tongue in and out. He maneuvered his mouth up, kissing the hard, sensitive nub of flesh. She shivered beneath him.

He took a few quick licks and blew on it. Then he planted his mouth on her and began to suck. She shouted his name as she jerked into his face. He smiled as he kept sucking, causing her to shutter and cry out again. He gave her one last kiss, enjoying her taste and scent, before he went back to her.

******

"I love you," Duo whispered as he kissed her. Hilde could taste herself on his swollen lips and she moaned. Her body was exhausted, trembling with climax after climax. He caressed her breast again, sending another wash of need through her.

He maneuvered over her and kissed her again. She could feel him at her opening, slightly probing. He asked, "Do you want me to go on?"

"Duo, now," she hissed as she clutched his shoulders. He thrust. She bit her lip as she felt something break inside of her, sending waves of pain around her. She whimpered and clinched her eyes shut. She was too tight. He was too big. She could feel herself throbbing around this intruder.

Duo caressed her sides and kissed her. He swallowed, perfectly still. He moved his hand down her stomach and lightly touched the place where their bodies were joined, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine, staring to make the pain fade. "Wrap your legs around me, angel," he whispered.

She did and realized that helped as well. They lay there together like that for a moment before she twitched exsperementaly. She gasped. Duo took a slow and measured thrust. She sighed as he began to slowly move inside her, in and out.

She wanted more. She thrust her body to meet his, sighing at the rush. He thrust harder and she moaned his name in pleasure. Her body was rising up to a point, but higher and hotter than before. She cried out as she felt the rush, tightening around him. He kept thrusting, and within moments, she was ready to meet him thrust for thrust again.

She was getting higher. She was going to explode. She shivered around him as she felt herself get higher and higher. She ran her fingers in his silky, damp hair, loving the feel of it. Soon, all thought was pushed from her mind except how good everything felt.

She started to thrust to him as he increased his pace, a fine layer of sweat covering both of them. She cried out as she exploded into nothingness, her body tightening around him. Duo gasped, thrust as deep as he could, shuttered, then spilled his hot seed into her.

She lay under him, breathing hard. He was breathing hard as well. He pushed strands of sweaty hair from her face and said, "I love you."

"I love you too," she told him with a smile, holding him as he began to dwindle inside her. Just how she wanted it. He kissed her and sighed. Soon, they were both asleep.

******

"What about Dorothy?" Hilde asked, toweling her short hair as she got out of the shower.

Duo looked at his friend, his lover, his soulmate. He smirked wickedly. He could press rape charges, he supposed, but he had gotten his revenge. He turned on the TV, and there was Dorothy, still tied to the bed, the candle sticking out from the thatch of blond hair. She was shouting, trying to end the agony of teetering on the edge.

He answered, "Her servants left her alone. So, I thought that Dorothy should have some help."

"Who?" Hilde asked with a smirk.

"Just see, lover," he told her as he leaned closer to the screen. Lady Une, Noin, Zechs, Relena, Quatre, and Heero entered the room. He pushed record on the DVD and smiled. He said, "I'm bad."

Hilde's blue eyes became huge as she asked, "You didn't?"

"Yep," Duo drawled as he looked at the group.

Hilde asked, "And Quatre?"

"Yep," he answered with a demonic grin.

"We got a disturbance call," Heero said in his monotone. Duo laughed at his expressionless face. Noin was blushing, Lady Une was looking dignified if a little disappointed, Relena looked horrified, Zechs was trying not to laugh, and poor Quatre was trying to stop a nose bleed.

Dorothy blinked and stopped moving. Relena asked, "What happened?"

"Umm, umm, its not my fault," Dorothy cried out.

"Yeah, it is bitch!" Hilde snapped at her. "Duo's mine, you little whore!" she snarled at the TV.

Duo grinned as Zechs looked around. He saw the lock picks and the used condom. Duo had gotten rid of his clothing, leaving no trace that he'd been there, except for his pants. Anyone could wear black cargo pants. Zechs said, "Looks like you've gotten yourself over your head again."

"Please, get me out of here!" Dorothy cried as she squirmed against the candle.

Quatre ran out of the room, and Noin, Relena, and Une followed him, in a more dignified manner. Zechs took off the ankle shackles and Heero undid her wrists. She shouted, "Get the hell out of here!"

They left the room and Duo smirked as Dorothy plunged the candle in and out. He turned to Hilde and said, "I'm gonna post this on the Net."

Hilde laughed and sat beside him. She rested her head against his shoulder. She said, "I love you, Duo."

"I love you too, and I should thank Dorothy," Duo mused. Hilde looked at him and he laughed. He kissed her and turned off the TV.

The End!

Okay, I'm insane. Don't ask me where this came from because I don't know!