Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Valentine ❯ Chapter 8

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: Bloody Valentine
Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2, 5x2, 5x1
Archive: http://www.deathandpassion.cjb.net
Category: Angst, Romance
Rating: R/NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warning: Songfic, Death, AU, NCS, language
Disclaimer:I don't own Gundam Wing, or Bloody Valentine by Good
Charlotte

//thoughts//
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Bloody Valentine: Part Eight

Heero shifted his head, unable to keep from gagging with his tormentor's cock buried so deep in his throat. His head slammed into the wood of the headboard, causing his vision to momentarily blur while he forced himself to adjust.

"You're not doing your best, you little whore," Wufei hissed, letting his captive feel the sharp bite of the knife against his shoulder. Wufei ripped the blindfold from Heero's bound eyes.

"Look at me!"

Heero whimpered softly, loosing all dignity in his panic. He had always known Wufei wasn't quite sane, but he had never done anything as drastic as this to display that no-so-great quality. He actually could kill him. And he probably would.

Heero sucked harder than his life was worth as Wufei plunged into his throat, not seeming to realize that he couldn't submerge himself any deeper. He vaguely thought of biting down hard on the intrusive organ, but decided that if he wanted _any_ chance to come through alive, that wasn't going to give him good odds.

Obviously, his forced efforts satisfied his captor enough; Wufei's white knuckled hands were clenching the headboard and his head thrown back in raw rapture.

Heero's eyes lodged shut as he flicked the tip of his tongue, snakelike, over the head of Wufei's cock. Maybe... if he could imagine the body straddling his face was Duo's... really get into this... he could make it end faster.

But as much as he tried, he couldn't picture Duo doing this to him, couldn't imagine him getting pleasure from his panic-contorted face, from his bloody wrists. Duo liked to be in control sometimes, it had been _his_ idea to buy these manacles, but he would never hurt his lover to the point of blood, not matter what.

"Oh, Heero, no wonder Duo loves you," Wufei gasped, "if he's any better than you, I can't wait until I get my turn with him." At that, Heero ripped his face away from Wufei's unsuspecting erection.

"Don't you _dare_ touch Duo! I won't let you put him through this," Heero threatened, steel edging his voice.

Wufei's initial scowl transformed into a wicked smirk, and he released the wood of the headboard, reaching down to cup Heero's chin in his palm, pressing his fingers sharply into his cheeks. Heero closed his eyes, struggling to turn his head. He feared the insanity in those obsidian eyes.

"Who's going to stop me, sweetheart?" he asked sinisterly, drawing his face close to the steel eyed boy's, "Are you?" Heero struggled in vain to turn his face away from the hot breath bearing down on his face. Wufei laughed softly as he watched the fruitless fight. "I really don't think you'll be in any position to defend your lover after I'm through with you." Heero ignored the remark, unwilling to decipher the unadorned implication that it incorporated. Wufei tipped up his captive's head, tracing his jaw line with his lips and tongue, occasionally nipping the sensitive skin. Heero released an involuntary murmur of pleasure. "Besides, I'd never hurt Duo. I love him. He would hate to be restrained like you are now. You like this," his tongue moistened the susceptible patch of flesh behind his ear, and less than an inch away, his heated breath sharply singed, "I know you do."

Heero's hips bucked, his erection renewed by the relentless teasing. Some part of him did like this, but that was only his body. In his mind he hated this, he was longing for escape, longing to run back to Duo's apartment and apologize, to not have to betray the one he loved.

His eyes shot open, staring into the onyx insanity and holding his gaze firm.

"Kill me," he whispered, a fleeting urgency built in his voice.

"What's this, have I heard correctly?" Wufei let his face show mock surprise, "I believe you just asked me to fuck you," his voice was husky and low, dripping with tainted lust.

"Bastard," Heero breathed, his pupils flicking to the idle knife near his face and back to the gaze that frightened him, "kill me!"

"Mmm... I like to hear you beg, baby," he moaned. Deciding that his straining erection had gone too long ignored, he rubbed himself against Heero's neck and chest.

//No, don't do this to me. Just kill me, just end this!// Heero's mind raced, out of ideas; he knew the chance of a live escape was thinner than his captor's facade of sanity. Finally, he did what he swore never to do, what he could never do in his life. He gave up all hope.

A vague memory embraced his mind, a memory of a loving woman, warm arms, and a smiling voice, telling him that no matter what, there was always hope, that God would always help him.

//Where is God's help now, mother?// His mind was partial to cynicism and pleading in his hysteria, and he abandoned the hope, the help from God that she had promised.

A final goodbye to the mother he dearly loved. He gave up.

"Beg me, and I'll give you what you want, though, gods know, you don't deserve it," he said icily. As much shame, as much pain as it evoked inside, Heero gave in.

"Please Wufei, please. I want you... to kill me."

Wufei moaned, forcing his cock against his sweaty, searing skin.

"How do you want me to do it? Talk to me, sexy."

Knowing that they weren't discussing the death that Heero implied - Wufei's mind couldn't be deterred from his mindless lust - Heero swallowed the urge to cry. He knew what was coming and he couldn't stop it. Completely out of control. He prayed to the supposedly existent God that was promised to help him for forgiveness, for his final words to Duo before he had stormed from the apartment for the very last time.

"Stab me, rip me open with your knife, make me bleed, I want the pain. I want you to see my blood coving your hands."

"Why do you want it, Heero?" he growled, "Why do you want the pain, you little slut?!" He knew the power he held over the captured slave before him, the power to belittle him, to ridicule him, to engage his mind in self-loathing. He had the power to get everything he wanted, stealing all of Heero's will and dignity, letting the pouring rain wash it all away.

"I deserve the pain for what I've done. You bitch, please, I need you... to kill me."

Wufei drank in the pleas, letting it go straight to his throbbing erection, followed by his hand which began stroking almost violently.

"Beg me, more, I order you. I own you now, Heero Yuy. Beg me, beg for what you want." Heero swallowed the withered, torn shreds of pride that barely clung to his person and let his voice do the dirty work, let his voice set him free. All of his hope had surrendered in full.

"Please Wufei... Master," he choked, the words vile like venom on his lips, "Kill me. Stab me, tear me open, take me and make me yours... your victim. See my blood on your body." He was engaged in a desperate struggle of control, forcing back terrified cries, "Kill me, Master. Kill me, stab me, do it. Do it. Kill me, kill me, kill me..." the steady chant continued as the first tear stole away down his cheek. Wufei slithered down his body, positioning himself at Heero's entrance.

"This is going to hurt, sexy," Wufei grinned.

"Do it. Just kill me!"

And Wufei did, sending a cry of passion embedded in the horrified screams of despair. A bolt of lightning forked outside, lighting up the rain slickened streets, and Heero was dead. Psychologically dead. His body still pulsed with cursed, undesired life. Undeserved life.

Wufei gave him only seconds to adjust before pulling away, almost entirely out of him, leaving only the head of his penis inside. He thrust forward again, rocking himself against the spot that made Heero completely lose resolve. His eyes were clamped and his mouth stretched in a silent mask of horror; he didn't want to give Wufei the pleasured bliss of hearing his childlike screams.

However, Wufei's eyes weren't on his face. Beginning to laugh, he tightened his grip on Heero's hips, his nails coated in the same sticky red substance that Heero began to feel trickling down his inner thigh. The thrusts became harder and harder, forcing Heero's head to thud dully against the wooden headboard with every secreted force.

"See what you've done to yourself?!" Wufei yelled between moans and manic laughter, "Open your eyes and look at me! I'm the one you _begged_ to do this to you. This is _your_ fault!" He raged into Heero's body, pushing, thrusting, his head hitting the wood brutally. "If you hadn't stolen Duo from me, you wouldn't be here! Your own fucking fault, bastard!"

His laughter rose to hysteric octaves and as he reached for the knife that had seemed forgotten, Heero almost didn't see the single tear that trickled down the Chinese boy's right cheek. It landed on his skin.

"Tell me what you want!" he yelled.

"NO!!" Heero screamed, his voice on fire with the rest of his body. His head hit the wood once more and he felt something shatter and his vision blur. He surrendered himself as Wufei came inside him, and he let his tears and screams break free for the final time as a silver blade tore into his throat like a flame.
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