Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Valentine ❯ Chapter 7
[ 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: 05.18.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 322 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 05.18.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 322 | 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
Spoilers: None
Warning: Songfic, Murder, AU, NCS, language
Disclaimer:I don't own Gundam Wing, or Bloody Valentine by Good
Charlotte
//thoughts//
~/flashback/~
_emphasis_ **********
Bloody Valentine: Part Seven
Gripping his gun firmly, Wufei knew precisely what he was going to do, what he _had_ to do. He kept himself concealed in the shadows, knowing that every detail mattered, every second counted, and every ounce of force was necessary as he brought his gun down with a sickening crack into the back of Heero's head. He immediately fell forward into the closet he had been hanging his jacket in. Wufei didn't let one moment go to waste; there was no telling when Heero would rouse. He grabbed the unconscious boy by the ankle and brutally dragged him up the stairs, intentionally letting his head crack against each step, and threw him recklessly on the bed upon reaching the bedroom. He tore open the bedside drawer so hard that it crashed to the floor and the nightstand toppled over with it. In haste, he found the items he was looking for, the items he had discovered while searching for his gun and, at the time, wished he hadn't found out about the kinky passion the two lovers indulged in. But now, the handcuffs would work to his advantage. He closed the cold metal around Heero's wrists, securing him to the bedposts, and he noted with satisfaction that these were real manacles, no comforting lining. Good, the bastard deserved the pain. Wufei ripped the pants from the seemingly lifeless body and dropped them into the messy pile of possessions that had spilled from the nightstand, not caring about fingerprints. After tonight, nothing would matter.
He flicked his knife out of his pocket, drawing the blade in a fleeting movement and efficiently ripped it through Heero's shirt, before pulling off the tatters and tossing it to the floor. He crouched over Heero's naked body, staring at the way his non-responsive face was so pale and lifeless. But somehow, he still carried the expressionless face that he usually wore willfully.
//Uncaring bastard,// Wufei thought to himself, bringing his face only inches from his captive's and ran the blade of his knife lightly over his wrist, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to produce a thin stain of pink. The body beneath him stirred, wriggling to liberate itself from his constraints, and Wufei pressed his lips to Heero's as steel blue eyes met passionate, blazing onyx.
"Wufei! What the hell are you doing?!" Heero yelled, jerking his head back, struggling to get the body off of him. He froze, realizing that he couldn't escape the cool grasp that the metal held on his wrists, and Wufei's mouth twisted into a vicious smile, satisfied with the panic flaming in Heero's eyes and voice.
"Not so tough now, are you, huh?"
"This isn't fuckin' funny, you little shit! Let me the fuck go!"
His voice was rising, trembling now in pure terror, his body shining in a light sheen of sweat from the effort.
"Stop struggling, you won't get free. This isn't one of you and Duo's little games. There is no safe world, you're completely under my control."
Wufei took pleasure in the writhing beneath him, the toned, naked body helplessly lost in his realm. Pounding rain shattered against the rooftop, and Wufei wasn't certain that he could feel a difference between the rain's music and his own heartbeat. Narrowing his eyes, he pushed every trace of fear or doubt from his mind and reached a hand down to tease Heero's cock. A sharp hiss escaped Heero's lips, and he seemed to be fighting his body for control, not to play along, not to enjoy the slender fingers that were slowly and seductively stroking his rapidly hardening manhood. His eyes closed tightly, willing himself to think of anything but what was happening, the unexpectedly talented fingers on his body, but all coherent thoughts were dropped as a slick warmth settled over the head of his penis. A groan tore from his throat, eyes wrenched open and saw Wufei eagerly tasting him, as if he were an infant's pacifier.
Wufei looked up at him, removing his mouth from Heero's cock.
"I wonder what Duo will think," he mused, malevolence glistening in his eyes.
"What?!-- You bastard!"
"I wonder what Duo will think when I tell him that his lover was screaming another man's name to the very end," the spiteful voice prodded. Heero's cheeks flushed and burned, rage, embarrassment, passion. No, not passion. He loved Duo.
"You're not a man," Heero growled, intensity fully ablaze, bringing his steel eyes to life, "Get the hell off me, little boy!" He struggled fiercely against his bindings once again, in vain.
"Oh, Heero, I'm afraid you're mistaken," Wufei mocked with a surprisingly calm clarity in his voice, even as his malice built and he dug the nails of his fingers harshly into his cock. A strangled whisper of pain evaded Heero's lips.
"You see, I'm very much in control, as a man must be. I have complete control of my life-- I've worked hard for it.-- control of my mind-- I am perfectly sane, despite what you may think--, and obviously, I am in complete control of this situation. I'll make you scream, Yuy, by the time I'm done with you. It's your choice whether it's out of pleasure or of pain."
"You can't control me, you little bastard. You're nothing," Heero knew how to burn him, beneath his skin, "You only want this because no one loves you and you think if you get me out of the way, you can have Duo," he almost inserted a laugh, "Get a fuckin' clue, you little shit. He doesn't want you. No one does."
"Do you think he'll still love you after you slapped him back at the apartment? You're the one who walked out on him, remember? Poor Duo is probably heartbroken," Wufei's cool voice chilled an ache inside of him, making Heero's eyes grow wide in hate. "See, two can play at your game, Yuy."
With a sudden, thrusting jolt, Heero threw all of his weight against the ostensibly durable shackles.
"Sorry, Heero, you're not going anywhere. You just lay back and relax."
Wufei crawled off of Heero's naked, sweat covered body and whispered, "I'll be back in a minute, sexy, don't go nowhere-- Oops, you can't anyways." He turned and headed toward the doorway, tipping his head back to offer a flirtatious leer before disappearing down the stairway, leaving Heero to writhe alone in his constraints, drowning in the sound of the thundering rain. Why had he bought _real_ handcuffs? If he had bought the fake ones, he wouldn't be in this predicament.
Where the hell had Wufei gone? He strained his ears and could hear rummaging in the kitchen. That was the final straw; Heero panicked. He pulled his unbound feet to the handcuffs and curled his toes around the metal in a fruitless attempt to separate the cuffs. His lungs pinched with the effort and when the desire for breath became too strong, his legs fell back to the sheets, greeting him with the sight of blood smeared over his feet. He hadn't even realized that his wrists were bleeding from the toil against metal.
Wufei's restless eyes missed nothing as he emerged the stairwell, carrying a plastic bowl in his hands.
"I thought you would know how strong those handcuffs are. You can't get them off with your feet, you know as well as I do."
Heero ignored him, preoccupied by the unknown contents of the bowl.
"Don't worry about this, Heero, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." A sadistic grin curved his lips. Setting the bowl on the floor, he tore a strip from Heero's ragged shirt lying in abandon on the floor and approached the captured figure on the bed. Heero kicked at him, somehow unable to find his habitual grace and missed terribly, swinging his bloody foot to the left of Wufei's hip. In a hasty advance, Wufei had his legs pinned beneath him and was fastening the cloth strip around Heero's eyes. He was pinned, handcuffed and blindfolded, unwilling to stay and unable to escape. Wrenching his wrists again vigorously, he felt the distinct tearing of flesh against steel.
"The only way you're getting out of this little dilemma is to tear those sweet hands of yours off your wrists," Wufei smirked, unbeknownst to Heero.
"I'll do what I have to," Heero growled in sharp reply.
"I'm sure you will, sweetheart," he said in the tone of a devilishly innocent schoolgirl, cocking his head to the side, posing for unseen eyes.
Heero could feel Wufei's body struggling out of his own garments and hear the dull flutter they made against the wooden floorboards. A vaguely familiar sound coated the darkness, but what was it? It seemed obvious, yet just out of the reach, a solid shuffling of something firm, something slick. He had mere seconds to marvel as an icy substance burned his abdomen, chilling and searing his skin in unison. He was sure he screamed, or yelped some sort of undignified sound, but the burning took too much of his sanity for granted.
Wufei tightened his grip around the ice cube, watching in delighted fascination the way Heero's abdomen twitched as each droplet of ice slipped from the crevices of his fingers and needled his skin, and he knew that some part of Heero was enjoying this torture, though he would never admit it, even to himself.
He felt the entire ice cube press into the skin a little lower than his navel and Heero tremored in uninvited desire. The piercing ice dissipated rapidly as it was pushed down to his throbbing erection, leaving trails of streaming fire over his skin. Wufei's fingers joined the ice cube in tenderly stroking the underside of his shaft, drawing choked whimpers from his throat. Abruptly, even a bit to Heero's disappointment, the ice cube was retracted, but quickly replaced by the sensation of silky metal. Terror leapt in Heero's stomach as he felt the flat edge of a blade caressing his shaft, and as the knife was turned so that he could feel it threaten his skin, Wufei raggedly whispered,
"If you don't do what I tell you, this knife will do more than tease your cock. Do I make myself clear?" He pressed the blade, letting it bite at the skin to emphasize the honest promise in his words. Heero knew that the knife was sharp, if it was pressed any harder he wasn't sure he would have a dick when Wufei was done with him. Wufei smiled coyly to Heero's blind eyes when he heard a reluctant, choked, "yes" and slithered up Heero's body until the head of his cock probed his lips.
"Suck."
**********
A/n: That was short... Sorry 'bout that ::blushes:: My muses decided to take an unscheduled leave of absence over the past few weeks, and so I can only write a few sentances scattered throughout a few stories at a time. (Not to mention, lots of class work...) I hope you enjoyed it, short or not, I actually am sort of proud of this chapter ::grins:: Anyhoo, lemme know what you think... please! Good or bad, I'd like to know! ~Kentra
Author: Kentra Shinataku
Anime: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2, 5x2, 5x1
Archive: http://www.deathandpassion.cjb.net
Category: Angst, Romance
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warning: Songfic, Murder, AU, NCS, language
Disclaimer:I don't own Gundam Wing, or Bloody Valentine by Good
Charlotte
//thoughts//
~/flashback/~
_emphasis_ **********
Bloody Valentine: Part Seven
Gripping his gun firmly, Wufei knew precisely what he was going to do, what he _had_ to do. He kept himself concealed in the shadows, knowing that every detail mattered, every second counted, and every ounce of force was necessary as he brought his gun down with a sickening crack into the back of Heero's head. He immediately fell forward into the closet he had been hanging his jacket in. Wufei didn't let one moment go to waste; there was no telling when Heero would rouse. He grabbed the unconscious boy by the ankle and brutally dragged him up the stairs, intentionally letting his head crack against each step, and threw him recklessly on the bed upon reaching the bedroom. He tore open the bedside drawer so hard that it crashed to the floor and the nightstand toppled over with it. In haste, he found the items he was looking for, the items he had discovered while searching for his gun and, at the time, wished he hadn't found out about the kinky passion the two lovers indulged in. But now, the handcuffs would work to his advantage. He closed the cold metal around Heero's wrists, securing him to the bedposts, and he noted with satisfaction that these were real manacles, no comforting lining. Good, the bastard deserved the pain. Wufei ripped the pants from the seemingly lifeless body and dropped them into the messy pile of possessions that had spilled from the nightstand, not caring about fingerprints. After tonight, nothing would matter.
He flicked his knife out of his pocket, drawing the blade in a fleeting movement and efficiently ripped it through Heero's shirt, before pulling off the tatters and tossing it to the floor. He crouched over Heero's naked body, staring at the way his non-responsive face was so pale and lifeless. But somehow, he still carried the expressionless face that he usually wore willfully.
//Uncaring bastard,// Wufei thought to himself, bringing his face only inches from his captive's and ran the blade of his knife lightly over his wrist, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to produce a thin stain of pink. The body beneath him stirred, wriggling to liberate itself from his constraints, and Wufei pressed his lips to Heero's as steel blue eyes met passionate, blazing onyx.
"Wufei! What the hell are you doing?!" Heero yelled, jerking his head back, struggling to get the body off of him. He froze, realizing that he couldn't escape the cool grasp that the metal held on his wrists, and Wufei's mouth twisted into a vicious smile, satisfied with the panic flaming in Heero's eyes and voice.
"Not so tough now, are you, huh?"
"This isn't fuckin' funny, you little shit! Let me the fuck go!"
His voice was rising, trembling now in pure terror, his body shining in a light sheen of sweat from the effort.
"Stop struggling, you won't get free. This isn't one of you and Duo's little games. There is no safe world, you're completely under my control."
Wufei took pleasure in the writhing beneath him, the toned, naked body helplessly lost in his realm. Pounding rain shattered against the rooftop, and Wufei wasn't certain that he could feel a difference between the rain's music and his own heartbeat. Narrowing his eyes, he pushed every trace of fear or doubt from his mind and reached a hand down to tease Heero's cock. A sharp hiss escaped Heero's lips, and he seemed to be fighting his body for control, not to play along, not to enjoy the slender fingers that were slowly and seductively stroking his rapidly hardening manhood. His eyes closed tightly, willing himself to think of anything but what was happening, the unexpectedly talented fingers on his body, but all coherent thoughts were dropped as a slick warmth settled over the head of his penis. A groan tore from his throat, eyes wrenched open and saw Wufei eagerly tasting him, as if he were an infant's pacifier.
Wufei looked up at him, removing his mouth from Heero's cock.
"I wonder what Duo will think," he mused, malevolence glistening in his eyes.
"What?!-- You bastard!"
"I wonder what Duo will think when I tell him that his lover was screaming another man's name to the very end," the spiteful voice prodded. Heero's cheeks flushed and burned, rage, embarrassment, passion. No, not passion. He loved Duo.
"You're not a man," Heero growled, intensity fully ablaze, bringing his steel eyes to life, "Get the hell off me, little boy!" He struggled fiercely against his bindings once again, in vain.
"Oh, Heero, I'm afraid you're mistaken," Wufei mocked with a surprisingly calm clarity in his voice, even as his malice built and he dug the nails of his fingers harshly into his cock. A strangled whisper of pain evaded Heero's lips.
"You see, I'm very much in control, as a man must be. I have complete control of my life-- I've worked hard for it.-- control of my mind-- I am perfectly sane, despite what you may think--, and obviously, I am in complete control of this situation. I'll make you scream, Yuy, by the time I'm done with you. It's your choice whether it's out of pleasure or of pain."
"You can't control me, you little bastard. You're nothing," Heero knew how to burn him, beneath his skin, "You only want this because no one loves you and you think if you get me out of the way, you can have Duo," he almost inserted a laugh, "Get a fuckin' clue, you little shit. He doesn't want you. No one does."
"Do you think he'll still love you after you slapped him back at the apartment? You're the one who walked out on him, remember? Poor Duo is probably heartbroken," Wufei's cool voice chilled an ache inside of him, making Heero's eyes grow wide in hate. "See, two can play at your game, Yuy."
With a sudden, thrusting jolt, Heero threw all of his weight against the ostensibly durable shackles.
"Sorry, Heero, you're not going anywhere. You just lay back and relax."
Wufei crawled off of Heero's naked, sweat covered body and whispered, "I'll be back in a minute, sexy, don't go nowhere-- Oops, you can't anyways." He turned and headed toward the doorway, tipping his head back to offer a flirtatious leer before disappearing down the stairway, leaving Heero to writhe alone in his constraints, drowning in the sound of the thundering rain. Why had he bought _real_ handcuffs? If he had bought the fake ones, he wouldn't be in this predicament.
Where the hell had Wufei gone? He strained his ears and could hear rummaging in the kitchen. That was the final straw; Heero panicked. He pulled his unbound feet to the handcuffs and curled his toes around the metal in a fruitless attempt to separate the cuffs. His lungs pinched with the effort and when the desire for breath became too strong, his legs fell back to the sheets, greeting him with the sight of blood smeared over his feet. He hadn't even realized that his wrists were bleeding from the toil against metal.
Wufei's restless eyes missed nothing as he emerged the stairwell, carrying a plastic bowl in his hands.
"I thought you would know how strong those handcuffs are. You can't get them off with your feet, you know as well as I do."
Heero ignored him, preoccupied by the unknown contents of the bowl.
"Don't worry about this, Heero, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." A sadistic grin curved his lips. Setting the bowl on the floor, he tore a strip from Heero's ragged shirt lying in abandon on the floor and approached the captured figure on the bed. Heero kicked at him, somehow unable to find his habitual grace and missed terribly, swinging his bloody foot to the left of Wufei's hip. In a hasty advance, Wufei had his legs pinned beneath him and was fastening the cloth strip around Heero's eyes. He was pinned, handcuffed and blindfolded, unwilling to stay and unable to escape. Wrenching his wrists again vigorously, he felt the distinct tearing of flesh against steel.
"The only way you're getting out of this little dilemma is to tear those sweet hands of yours off your wrists," Wufei smirked, unbeknownst to Heero.
"I'll do what I have to," Heero growled in sharp reply.
"I'm sure you will, sweetheart," he said in the tone of a devilishly innocent schoolgirl, cocking his head to the side, posing for unseen eyes.
Heero could feel Wufei's body struggling out of his own garments and hear the dull flutter they made against the wooden floorboards. A vaguely familiar sound coated the darkness, but what was it? It seemed obvious, yet just out of the reach, a solid shuffling of something firm, something slick. He had mere seconds to marvel as an icy substance burned his abdomen, chilling and searing his skin in unison. He was sure he screamed, or yelped some sort of undignified sound, but the burning took too much of his sanity for granted.
Wufei tightened his grip around the ice cube, watching in delighted fascination the way Heero's abdomen twitched as each droplet of ice slipped from the crevices of his fingers and needled his skin, and he knew that some part of Heero was enjoying this torture, though he would never admit it, even to himself.
He felt the entire ice cube press into the skin a little lower than his navel and Heero tremored in uninvited desire. The piercing ice dissipated rapidly as it was pushed down to his throbbing erection, leaving trails of streaming fire over his skin. Wufei's fingers joined the ice cube in tenderly stroking the underside of his shaft, drawing choked whimpers from his throat. Abruptly, even a bit to Heero's disappointment, the ice cube was retracted, but quickly replaced by the sensation of silky metal. Terror leapt in Heero's stomach as he felt the flat edge of a blade caressing his shaft, and as the knife was turned so that he could feel it threaten his skin, Wufei raggedly whispered,
"If you don't do what I tell you, this knife will do more than tease your cock. Do I make myself clear?" He pressed the blade, letting it bite at the skin to emphasize the honest promise in his words. Heero knew that the knife was sharp, if it was pressed any harder he wasn't sure he would have a dick when Wufei was done with him. Wufei smiled coyly to Heero's blind eyes when he heard a reluctant, choked, "yes" and slithered up Heero's body until the head of his cock probed his lips.
"Suck."
**********
A/n: That was short... Sorry 'bout that ::blushes:: My muses decided to take an unscheduled leave of absence over the past few weeks, and so I can only write a few sentances scattered throughout a few stories at a time. (Not to mention, lots of class work...) I hope you enjoyed it, short or not, I actually am sort of proud of this chapter ::grins:: Anyhoo, lemme know what you think... please! Good or bad, I'd like to know! ~Kentra