Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Valentine ❯ Chapter 11
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: KentraShinataku02 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 281 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 281 | Status: Completed
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, dark
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Bloody Valentine by Good
Charlotte
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Bloody Valentine: Part Eleven
Would he hurt Duo? Duo was his now, Duo had run straight into his arms after Heero left him, not knowing that his now ex-lover was lying in blood, semen, and shame, bound to the head of his own bed. He should have felt a little hurt that Duo could only love him outside of Heero's watchful gaze, but if that hadn't been the case, Wufei wouldn't have had the pleasure of tormenting the annoying hindrance until death. Now that he had his long-haired angel right where he wanted him, he wouldn't ruin his opportunity.
He tilted his head to the side, allowing a strand of raven hair to shift across his sun-shattered cheeks, and stared at Duo, lips parted and obsidian eyes only half open, while his companion's eyes, blazing with a passionate amethyst fire, caressed him.
"I could never hurt you... love." He spoke delicately, testing Duo's obviously unstable emotions with a term of such devoted affection. He had to know, had to make sure he was ready, had to catch him off his guard.
Duo sighed against Wufei's cool and smooth skin and traced a finger up to brush Wufei's hair back from his eyes.
"Do you mean that?"
Wufei wasn't sure whether he was trying to affirm the general statement or the pronunciation of affection.
"Of course I mean it," he responded to whichever question had really been asked, "you know I've always loved you."
Something uncoiled inside of Duo and Wufei felt him relax against his chest, obviously pleased with the answer he recieved, not knowing, or even caring whether or not it was honest, only blindly believing, blindly needing.
Duo inched nearer to the lips that had just spoken and curved his fingers around his chin, tilting his face towards his own. The sunlight pooled over the side of Wufei's head in a fantastic display, partially illuminating the shadows that now darkened his turned face with slight pinpricks of gold.
"Do you remember last night? Do you remember what I said?" Duo asked, pausing between every few words. Oh yes, Wufei remembered. How could he forget? It was for this very reason that he was forced to rid his life of Heero.
"You said… you said…" Wufei spoke slowly, purposely playing at uncertainty, "you said if it wasn't for Heero, you would tell me every day that you loved me." He looked away, fearing betrayal in Duo's eyes.
"That's right," he whispered, and before he could react, let along bring his gaze back to Duo's, feather-soft lips lightly touched his own. They pulled away, however, as suddenly as they appeared, offering little more than a fleeting kiss.
Duo tossed his head, pushing his bangs out of his eyes and gave Wufei and elegant look.
"I told him last night that I loved you more than him. That's why he left me. Before he walked out… he said, 'have a nice life with your street whore,'" Duo's eyes told Wufei that so much more had happened than just that, "That was the last thing he said, and then he slammed the door."
"Looks more like he slammed _you_ into the door," Wufei observed, his eyes skimming Duo's body, having no doubts that Heero had laid down every one of those bruises the previous night. Duo offered a feeble glance.
"Well, it was more like the TV stand."
Wufei released a soft mew of understanding and let his hands smooth over the skin of Duo's neck, his shoulders, his back. His fingers found the end of his braid and toyed with it, feeling for the first time the mass of honey chestnut hair that he had always longed for beneath his fingertips. He was surprised for a moment that it was damp, but then he remembered what Duo had told him. He had been out in the rain last night, he had been out in the rain looking for _him_. Just imagining Heero hurting such a loving, caring creature, the boy he claimed to love, was painful. Duo was his angel.
"He's hurt you before, though, hasn't he?" Wufei commented quietly, belying the anger bubbling just beneath the surface by the images of Heero's violent hands on Duo's beautiful body. Then he remembered that mere hours before, his own violent hands had gotten their own revenge on Heero's body.
"Well, yeah, I mean he wasn't horrible to me. He just.. has a temper. He likes things rough."
Any trace of regret was washed from Wufei's mind. He would have loved to point out that Heero's name should be referred to in past tense, rather than present, but that would be saying far too much. No matter how Duo was acting, he still cared about Heero. Even if he hated Heero, Wufei strongly doubted that Duo would his excuse his actions, much less live without fear of him. Heero had always told him Wufei was insane, that he was dangerous.
Good thing he never listened.
Wufei's fingers danced up the damp, plaited rope lying heavy against Duo's back until he reached his neck. He delved his fingers into his hair and brought Duo's face to his, joining their lips for only the second time, but Wufei would not back away as quickly as Duo had. He held his hand firmly at the base of Duo's neck, and tested his boundaries by letting his tongue break the barriers of the almost bruising kiss. Duo accepted wholeheartedly, dragging himself over so that the entire length of his body rested atop Wufei's. He let his own tongue react, entering Wufei's mouth nervously, as if kissing for the first time.
He remembered the first time he had kissed Heero. Regret. He pushed deeper into the kiss, into Wufei. Wufei's hands pressed into his shoulders, his back, neck, his bruised ribs, touching and caressing, bruising and pleading, quick and slow.
Desire. He had wanted Wufei for so long. One of his hands clutched Wufei's shoulder and the other was grasping deftly at his hip. The boy beneath him heaved a moan he had been trying to restrain, but he couldn't fight it off when Duo shifted, rubbing his arousal against the hard length begging beneath him through the fabric of their boxers. His legs dropped, straddling the younger boy's hips, forcing more pressure between them. Wufei threw his head back in bliss, at the same time giving Duo access to the sleek skin of his neck. The older teen's lips and tongue worked their way down along his collar bone as he worked his hands beneath Wufei, curving around his ass. The body beneath him arched against his touch, releasing another moan that wasn't so well contained and suddenly nothing mattered anymore.
Nothing but need.
The two boys were impassioned and enflamed in nothing but their need, a need for forgiveness, for consolation, for release of guilt and regret. The need for each other overwhelmed them as their sparsely clothed bodies were exposed, lips and hands and fingers playing, teasing, tangling. They explored and roamed every inch, cleansing themselves in one another's bodies, trying and wanting with every desire to wash away the impurities, the mistakes, the pain, to heal each other the only way they could, with so many secrets unspoken. They experienced sensations alien to them, feelings so sinful and impure that they were heavenly, leaving their sweat-sheen bodies panting, clinging to one another's sticky skin, able to be protection to each other from each other.
The scattered sunlight fell in pieces upon their gleaming skin, hiding them from the world, from accusing, secretive eyes, and their bodies curled, shielding them from fear as their minds shifted into a released, peaceful rest.
Or, at least Duo's did. With undiluted horror and confusion, Wufei realized that his mind would never be free of the nightmares, that he couldn't obtain both love and peace without the overloading burden of guilt and shame.
+
After staring at the wide assortment of pain medication on the shelf, Duo finally decided on the little green box of Ibuprofen and made his way to the cash register where a flirty, big-breasted young lady was waiting for him.
'What a slut,' he thought, resisting the urge to announce to her that he had just fucked another boy- his disheveled braid was proof- and flirted right back.
"Hey handsome, you find everything okay?" she asked, leaning forward to reveal more than Duo really cared to see.
"Heh, yeah," he agreed, pulling a smile that was really just amused, "you know, there's a ridiculous variety of pain killers. I mean, who cares as long as it gets rid of the pain, right?" He shrugged regally before turning and picking up a pack of cigarettes from the bottom shelf, purposely bending to show off the curves of his ass. She giggled a bit, a sound Duo found incredibly childish and unattractive, as he handed her the carton.
"Yes," she drawled when she spoke, "but there are other ways of relieving your pain," she paused studying his credit card, "Ain't that so, Mr. Eirasin?"
Duo grinned as he always did when addressed by the false name he had made for himself, but the girl's accent had become highly annoying by that point, so with a wink, he said, "Sure is, sweetheart, that's what I use the boys for," and hurriedly retrieved his small, plastic bag, leaving the shocked girl gawking in surprise after him.
Once he made it back to his car, free of any other unpleasant encounters with the opposite sex, he concentrated on getting the pills back to his recent lover. When they had awoken together, late in the afternoon, Wufei's headache had become nearly unbearable, and after discovering that the aspirin bottle was empty, Duo volunteered a trip to the store. Sex with a hang over was a bad idea.
He slowed down passing Heero's house, contemplating stopping to talk things over. Though he had had sex with Wufei, told him repeatedly that he loved him. Heero would know, he, more than anyone would recognize the sloppy state of his hair. He's probably hurt him again. Duo didn't want that, not after what Wufei had given to him mere hours before. 'No,' he decided, pressing his foot to the gas, 'Heero and I decided to wait before talking.'
The remainder of the ride home was a failed attempt at quieting his thoughts.
He parked his car near the back of the apartment building where the newspaper dispensers were. He had been meaning to find a better job, because three or four days a week at a truck fueling and repair station just couldn't hold up for the two of them. He had always had Heero's help with money, but now… now it was even more important to find a better job. He'd keep the one he had, along with the new one, and that would barely be enough to pay the rent, let alone keep them fed and pay Heero back.
Duo put his coins in the machine and pulled out a paper, staring in horror at the front page. An image of Heero stared back at him, beneath a headline blaring 'A Lover Died'. He stared, shaking in terror at the article he held in his hands.
'Late last night a neighbor reported sounds of struggle and raised voices on S. Wing St. When police arrived at the scene, they discovered the body of a young man, handcuffed to his own bed after being raped and murdered. The man has been identified as Seattle native, Heero Yuy, age nineteen. The identify of the murderer is unknown, as no evidence matches any recorded information, but it has been determined that it was a young male, probably of Asian ethnicity. The victim's family has been contacted, but the man written in Yuy's will (his alleged lover) has no records available. It is possible that the name is a false, unregistered alias. If there is any information on a young male going by Daryn Eirasin, please contact the local authorities.'
Duo dropped the newspaper and grocery bag and stumbled in shock to his apartment door, pushing it open slowly. A newspaper had already found it's way into the apartment and was scattered across the kitchen, trailing into the living room where the news channel blared on the television.
"W-w-…" Duo gave up trying to use his panicked voice, not sure what he would say even if the words would come out clear. He let his feet guide him, stumbling every few steps in disbelief, checking every room, affirming his original suspicions. Of course he wouldn't be there. What kind of… murderer… would present himself to the one who loved the victim?
Murderer. Rapist. Killer. So Heero had been right all along. Wufei was dangerous, very dangerous. Yet Duo still wanted to find him, not to demand and explanation, not to seek revenge, just to know the truth.
And Duo had a good idea where to turn: the place Wufei would least want to be, the place that Duo would least expect. Wufei would have feared Duo's pursuit.
+
He didn't even bother to turn off the car before he jumped out at the side of the barn, leaving his door wide open and keys in the ignition. He was lucky he remembered to put it in park.
He stopped, frozen in the door of the barn, his eyes soaring over the third person he had lost to suicide in his short eighteen years, for hanging from a rope of barbed wire was Wufei, one end fastened to the rafters above, and one end around his neck. At his feet lay the dug up mess of the barn's dirt floor, open to reveal a small, female skeleton, one who had died in an accident on the very same rafters. Duo let loud sobs rack his body, falling to his knees in the dirt and tears and blood. In the dirt, etched with a finger or a stick, read 'I'm sorry' with a line scratched through it. Right beneath it, though, was written 'I'm home'.
Well, at least he knew the truth.
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A/n: Well, that's the end. I'm really going to miss working on this fic. That was seven months of my writing, and you can really see my work develop more from the begining of this story to the end. I wish it wasn't over, but hey, I have to move on to bigger and better things.^-^ I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, I'm thankful for all the feedback I've gotten from this story. Thanks!
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, dark
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Bloody Valentine by Good
Charlotte
**********
Bloody Valentine: Part Eleven
Would he hurt Duo? Duo was his now, Duo had run straight into his arms after Heero left him, not knowing that his now ex-lover was lying in blood, semen, and shame, bound to the head of his own bed. He should have felt a little hurt that Duo could only love him outside of Heero's watchful gaze, but if that hadn't been the case, Wufei wouldn't have had the pleasure of tormenting the annoying hindrance until death. Now that he had his long-haired angel right where he wanted him, he wouldn't ruin his opportunity.
He tilted his head to the side, allowing a strand of raven hair to shift across his sun-shattered cheeks, and stared at Duo, lips parted and obsidian eyes only half open, while his companion's eyes, blazing with a passionate amethyst fire, caressed him.
"I could never hurt you... love." He spoke delicately, testing Duo's obviously unstable emotions with a term of such devoted affection. He had to know, had to make sure he was ready, had to catch him off his guard.
Duo sighed against Wufei's cool and smooth skin and traced a finger up to brush Wufei's hair back from his eyes.
"Do you mean that?"
Wufei wasn't sure whether he was trying to affirm the general statement or the pronunciation of affection.
"Of course I mean it," he responded to whichever question had really been asked, "you know I've always loved you."
Something uncoiled inside of Duo and Wufei felt him relax against his chest, obviously pleased with the answer he recieved, not knowing, or even caring whether or not it was honest, only blindly believing, blindly needing.
Duo inched nearer to the lips that had just spoken and curved his fingers around his chin, tilting his face towards his own. The sunlight pooled over the side of Wufei's head in a fantastic display, partially illuminating the shadows that now darkened his turned face with slight pinpricks of gold.
"Do you remember last night? Do you remember what I said?" Duo asked, pausing between every few words. Oh yes, Wufei remembered. How could he forget? It was for this very reason that he was forced to rid his life of Heero.
"You said… you said…" Wufei spoke slowly, purposely playing at uncertainty, "you said if it wasn't for Heero, you would tell me every day that you loved me." He looked away, fearing betrayal in Duo's eyes.
"That's right," he whispered, and before he could react, let along bring his gaze back to Duo's, feather-soft lips lightly touched his own. They pulled away, however, as suddenly as they appeared, offering little more than a fleeting kiss.
Duo tossed his head, pushing his bangs out of his eyes and gave Wufei and elegant look.
"I told him last night that I loved you more than him. That's why he left me. Before he walked out… he said, 'have a nice life with your street whore,'" Duo's eyes told Wufei that so much more had happened than just that, "That was the last thing he said, and then he slammed the door."
"Looks more like he slammed _you_ into the door," Wufei observed, his eyes skimming Duo's body, having no doubts that Heero had laid down every one of those bruises the previous night. Duo offered a feeble glance.
"Well, it was more like the TV stand."
Wufei released a soft mew of understanding and let his hands smooth over the skin of Duo's neck, his shoulders, his back. His fingers found the end of his braid and toyed with it, feeling for the first time the mass of honey chestnut hair that he had always longed for beneath his fingertips. He was surprised for a moment that it was damp, but then he remembered what Duo had told him. He had been out in the rain last night, he had been out in the rain looking for _him_. Just imagining Heero hurting such a loving, caring creature, the boy he claimed to love, was painful. Duo was his angel.
"He's hurt you before, though, hasn't he?" Wufei commented quietly, belying the anger bubbling just beneath the surface by the images of Heero's violent hands on Duo's beautiful body. Then he remembered that mere hours before, his own violent hands had gotten their own revenge on Heero's body.
"Well, yeah, I mean he wasn't horrible to me. He just.. has a temper. He likes things rough."
Any trace of regret was washed from Wufei's mind. He would have loved to point out that Heero's name should be referred to in past tense, rather than present, but that would be saying far too much. No matter how Duo was acting, he still cared about Heero. Even if he hated Heero, Wufei strongly doubted that Duo would his excuse his actions, much less live without fear of him. Heero had always told him Wufei was insane, that he was dangerous.
Good thing he never listened.
Wufei's fingers danced up the damp, plaited rope lying heavy against Duo's back until he reached his neck. He delved his fingers into his hair and brought Duo's face to his, joining their lips for only the second time, but Wufei would not back away as quickly as Duo had. He held his hand firmly at the base of Duo's neck, and tested his boundaries by letting his tongue break the barriers of the almost bruising kiss. Duo accepted wholeheartedly, dragging himself over so that the entire length of his body rested atop Wufei's. He let his own tongue react, entering Wufei's mouth nervously, as if kissing for the first time.
He remembered the first time he had kissed Heero. Regret. He pushed deeper into the kiss, into Wufei. Wufei's hands pressed into his shoulders, his back, neck, his bruised ribs, touching and caressing, bruising and pleading, quick and slow.
Desire. He had wanted Wufei for so long. One of his hands clutched Wufei's shoulder and the other was grasping deftly at his hip. The boy beneath him heaved a moan he had been trying to restrain, but he couldn't fight it off when Duo shifted, rubbing his arousal against the hard length begging beneath him through the fabric of their boxers. His legs dropped, straddling the younger boy's hips, forcing more pressure between them. Wufei threw his head back in bliss, at the same time giving Duo access to the sleek skin of his neck. The older teen's lips and tongue worked their way down along his collar bone as he worked his hands beneath Wufei, curving around his ass. The body beneath him arched against his touch, releasing another moan that wasn't so well contained and suddenly nothing mattered anymore.
Nothing but need.
The two boys were impassioned and enflamed in nothing but their need, a need for forgiveness, for consolation, for release of guilt and regret. The need for each other overwhelmed them as their sparsely clothed bodies were exposed, lips and hands and fingers playing, teasing, tangling. They explored and roamed every inch, cleansing themselves in one another's bodies, trying and wanting with every desire to wash away the impurities, the mistakes, the pain, to heal each other the only way they could, with so many secrets unspoken. They experienced sensations alien to them, feelings so sinful and impure that they were heavenly, leaving their sweat-sheen bodies panting, clinging to one another's sticky skin, able to be protection to each other from each other.
The scattered sunlight fell in pieces upon their gleaming skin, hiding them from the world, from accusing, secretive eyes, and their bodies curled, shielding them from fear as their minds shifted into a released, peaceful rest.
Or, at least Duo's did. With undiluted horror and confusion, Wufei realized that his mind would never be free of the nightmares, that he couldn't obtain both love and peace without the overloading burden of guilt and shame.
+
After staring at the wide assortment of pain medication on the shelf, Duo finally decided on the little green box of Ibuprofen and made his way to the cash register where a flirty, big-breasted young lady was waiting for him.
'What a slut,' he thought, resisting the urge to announce to her that he had just fucked another boy- his disheveled braid was proof- and flirted right back.
"Hey handsome, you find everything okay?" she asked, leaning forward to reveal more than Duo really cared to see.
"Heh, yeah," he agreed, pulling a smile that was really just amused, "you know, there's a ridiculous variety of pain killers. I mean, who cares as long as it gets rid of the pain, right?" He shrugged regally before turning and picking up a pack of cigarettes from the bottom shelf, purposely bending to show off the curves of his ass. She giggled a bit, a sound Duo found incredibly childish and unattractive, as he handed her the carton.
"Yes," she drawled when she spoke, "but there are other ways of relieving your pain," she paused studying his credit card, "Ain't that so, Mr. Eirasin?"
Duo grinned as he always did when addressed by the false name he had made for himself, but the girl's accent had become highly annoying by that point, so with a wink, he said, "Sure is, sweetheart, that's what I use the boys for," and hurriedly retrieved his small, plastic bag, leaving the shocked girl gawking in surprise after him.
Once he made it back to his car, free of any other unpleasant encounters with the opposite sex, he concentrated on getting the pills back to his recent lover. When they had awoken together, late in the afternoon, Wufei's headache had become nearly unbearable, and after discovering that the aspirin bottle was empty, Duo volunteered a trip to the store. Sex with a hang over was a bad idea.
He slowed down passing Heero's house, contemplating stopping to talk things over. Though he had had sex with Wufei, told him repeatedly that he loved him. Heero would know, he, more than anyone would recognize the sloppy state of his hair. He's probably hurt him again. Duo didn't want that, not after what Wufei had given to him mere hours before. 'No,' he decided, pressing his foot to the gas, 'Heero and I decided to wait before talking.'
The remainder of the ride home was a failed attempt at quieting his thoughts.
He parked his car near the back of the apartment building where the newspaper dispensers were. He had been meaning to find a better job, because three or four days a week at a truck fueling and repair station just couldn't hold up for the two of them. He had always had Heero's help with money, but now… now it was even more important to find a better job. He'd keep the one he had, along with the new one, and that would barely be enough to pay the rent, let alone keep them fed and pay Heero back.
Duo put his coins in the machine and pulled out a paper, staring in horror at the front page. An image of Heero stared back at him, beneath a headline blaring 'A Lover Died'. He stared, shaking in terror at the article he held in his hands.
'Late last night a neighbor reported sounds of struggle and raised voices on S. Wing St. When police arrived at the scene, they discovered the body of a young man, handcuffed to his own bed after being raped and murdered. The man has been identified as Seattle native, Heero Yuy, age nineteen. The identify of the murderer is unknown, as no evidence matches any recorded information, but it has been determined that it was a young male, probably of Asian ethnicity. The victim's family has been contacted, but the man written in Yuy's will (his alleged lover) has no records available. It is possible that the name is a false, unregistered alias. If there is any information on a young male going by Daryn Eirasin, please contact the local authorities.'
Duo dropped the newspaper and grocery bag and stumbled in shock to his apartment door, pushing it open slowly. A newspaper had already found it's way into the apartment and was scattered across the kitchen, trailing into the living room where the news channel blared on the television.
"W-w-…" Duo gave up trying to use his panicked voice, not sure what he would say even if the words would come out clear. He let his feet guide him, stumbling every few steps in disbelief, checking every room, affirming his original suspicions. Of course he wouldn't be there. What kind of… murderer… would present himself to the one who loved the victim?
Murderer. Rapist. Killer. So Heero had been right all along. Wufei was dangerous, very dangerous. Yet Duo still wanted to find him, not to demand and explanation, not to seek revenge, just to know the truth.
And Duo had a good idea where to turn: the place Wufei would least want to be, the place that Duo would least expect. Wufei would have feared Duo's pursuit.
+
He didn't even bother to turn off the car before he jumped out at the side of the barn, leaving his door wide open and keys in the ignition. He was lucky he remembered to put it in park.
He stopped, frozen in the door of the barn, his eyes soaring over the third person he had lost to suicide in his short eighteen years, for hanging from a rope of barbed wire was Wufei, one end fastened to the rafters above, and one end around his neck. At his feet lay the dug up mess of the barn's dirt floor, open to reveal a small, female skeleton, one who had died in an accident on the very same rafters. Duo let loud sobs rack his body, falling to his knees in the dirt and tears and blood. In the dirt, etched with a finger or a stick, read 'I'm sorry' with a line scratched through it. Right beneath it, though, was written 'I'm home'.
Well, at least he knew the truth.
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A/n: Well, that's the end. I'm really going to miss working on this fic. That was seven months of my writing, and you can really see my work develop more from the begining of this story to the end. I wish it wasn't over, but hey, I have to move on to bigger and better things.^-^ I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, I'm thankful for all the feedback I've gotten from this story. Thanks!