Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enslaving the Heart ❯ Playing with Fire ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 10-16-02
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Twelve: Playing with Fire)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU/lime
Playing with Fire
Pain.
Failure.
The last hurt worst of all, and kept him from waking. He'd failed at
something, and not just anything, but he'd failed at winning freedom.
Escape. They would hang him, and that would be the end of it. That
brought some comfort, even if it meant having to look at the triumph
in Relena's eyes.
Fire laced up and down his spine, swirling red into the black
unconsciousness he so desperately clung to. Maybe he would just die
of the pain. The idea didn't seem to bad upon closer examination. it
would keep the triumph from the ice blue hues that chased him around
in his mind. Pleading, demanding, filled with unnatural lust and
cruelty. Something else. That something scared him more.
He submitted himself into the red and black torment, willingly
letting his life fade. Anything to keep the triumph from her.
Red dissolved and black faded into gray as, instead of the sweet arms
of Death, he found consciousness waiting for him. His eyes remained
closed, but he was suddenly aware of his surroundings. Something cool
and comforting was laid across his back. Dammit, he wanted to die,
not live. Relena was more twisted than he thought, stirring him from
Death's door only to shove him back through.
"...half way to Shinigami."
Reflexes made his eyes snap open, but as for once more in as many
days, he found himself face down. At least the surface before him
from a soft pillow, and his head tilted to one side comfortably.
Although, if he stayed like that for much longer, the muscles would
grow stiff and sore. That they weren't already told him he hadn't
been there so very long.
Voices had stirred him fully into the land of the living, but that
one word had jolted him into crystal comprehension and murky
confusion. Shinigami, he recognized that word. It was one of his own,
a word from the Wilds. "God of Death," he muttered aloud, hardly
aware he'd even spoken.
"Say good-bye to Mister Death and come join the living," the voice
coaxed with forced cheer. He sensed underlying concern.
A voice. "Duo?" he guessed, cautiously turning his head despite the
lashes of pain it sent down his back.
"Of course," the braided slave said with the same cheerfulness, "did
you have a nice nap?"
Heero's eyes narrowed in answer. "Where am I?"
"Infirmary. Surgeon's quarters. Hell in a hand-basket. Want some..."
Duo glanced down to the cup held carefully in his hands, "hemlock?
Oh, wait, Mistress Po said this was a pain killer. I'm was supposed
to give it to you, if... well, when you woke up." Duo barely saved
the words, but they still hung between them.
"Anyway, want it?"
"No," Heero glared furiously at nothing, hating himself for just
lying there. Maybe he could try for another run at it, just take off
and hope he found freedom or death.
"Why'd you try to run? I mean, you're not exactly in the best of
shape, Heero. No offense."
"Wouldn't you run if you could?"
"No. Not without Hilde," Duo replied without hesitation. "Listen, I'm
not even supposed to be here, Wufei'll get in so much trouble if
Trieze finds out. Are you sure you don't want the pain killer?"
"I'm sure."
"Oh," Duo said, setting the cup aside and studying his hands
intently. Awkward silence stretched between them for a few minutes,
then Duo spoke. "If you want to... try again. You know, run. Relena's
not here, neither is Noin. Millard showed up, they're gonna wait
'till he gets here to... hang you. Mistress Po won't tattle, she's
okay that way. So, you could probably get pretty far before anyone
even noticed you were gone. I bet you could have made it, had you
been going in the right direction."
"What?"
"You were heading east. Nothing's out that way except Peacecraft
land. Follow the road, that'll get you into town. Oh, might want to
find different clothes real quick, and take out the earring."
Heero stared at the boy for a moment, hardly able to think. It made
sense, Duo was right. No one would think that he'd try again so soon.
Now was the perfect time to go.
"Hn. Thanks," he muttered, clamping his teeth down on the rising
nausea as he hauled himself out of the bed. His feet seemed stable
enough. He stood, then waited for the world to stop spinning before
taking a few cautious steps towards the door.
"Hey, wait, maybe you shouldn't..." Duo said, standing as well and
eyeing him critically.
"Hn," Heero grunted as the pain brought him down to a knee. Fool!
Get up, don't let them hang you! Don't give her the satisfaction! He
started to stand, but Duo was there, hands on Heero's thin shoulders.
"Mistress Po was right, you're burning up with fever. Bloody hell,
you're like fire!"
Fire. Over his back. Pain, everywhere. Fire in his soul. Heero
started to tell Duo he was fine, and to let him go, but Duo's grip
tightened suddenly, cutting off what Heero was going to say. "Please,
don't. It doesn't matter if you get caught, they can only hang you
once, after all, but... I just have this feeling. You're gonna die
out there, if you try to run. Even if you make it into town, but
that's a good day's travel on foot..."
"I don't care. I have to try." Why was he bothering to explain
himself? Heero pushed against Duo's grip, starting to stand, but the
boy grabbed his hand so quick it brought him to the ground with a
thud. Pain rolled over him and he barely managed to catch a moan from
escaping. Instead, he let his eyes close and he tried to focus the
pain away, like he was taught. He couldn't let the pain stop him.
Warm lips suddenly pressed against his and his eyes flew open shock.
Duo pulled away slightly, amethyst eyes daring to meet startled
cobalt blue. "You should care," Duo whispered.
"Wha..." he started to say, but Duo's lips cut the words off. He
found himself responding, bringing his mouth open to accept the boy's
tongue. They parted, breathless and feeling dizzy, at least Heero was,
but he suspected it mostly being from the fever raging through him.
The fire made his skin sensitive to the slightest touches, the blood
coursing through his outer layering in futile attempt to draw the
heat away from vital organs. Duo's skin felt cold against him, and he
clung to that chill in hopes of driving off the fire.
Maybe it was the fever burning through his mind, or maybe the keen
sense of danger and death, but Heero found himself not willing to
push away Duo. He found himself accepting, coaxing, teasing the boy,
receiving the same in return.
Heero was fire under Duo's fingers, lean, sleek and dangerous. He was
careful to avoid touching the inflamed wounds across Heero's back,
helping to dull the boy's pain. He let himself enter into the moment,
forgetting that he was supposed to be tending to a machine, and not
the flesh and blood before him. Forgetting that Death waited.
Shinigami had claimed Heero as his own.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Darn you, R rating! *shakes fist* Anyway, I hope you
enjoyed the yummy yaoi lime. It would have been a lemon, but there's
that whole R rating and all... ^^() Oh, well. First evening of Fall
Break and I already got one chapter done! Woohoo! I've also got about
half of the next chapter written. Victory dance for me.
Did I forget anything? Oh, hemlock is a deadly poison, in case you
didn't know. Socrates (did I spell that right?) was killed by it.
Random historical fact...
Byrony, are you still alive? O_o Many thanks to everyone who sent in
a review! Feed the muses! ::glances to muses warily::
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters soon.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
Email me to join my Update ML (be alerted when I add new stories)
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(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Twelve: Playing with Fire)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU/lime
Playing with Fire
Pain.
Failure.
The last hurt worst of all, and kept him from waking. He'd failed at
something, and not just anything, but he'd failed at winning freedom.
Escape. They would hang him, and that would be the end of it. That
brought some comfort, even if it meant having to look at the triumph
in Relena's eyes.
Fire laced up and down his spine, swirling red into the black
unconsciousness he so desperately clung to. Maybe he would just die
of the pain. The idea didn't seem to bad upon closer examination. it
would keep the triumph from the ice blue hues that chased him around
in his mind. Pleading, demanding, filled with unnatural lust and
cruelty. Something else. That something scared him more.
He submitted himself into the red and black torment, willingly
letting his life fade. Anything to keep the triumph from her.
Red dissolved and black faded into gray as, instead of the sweet arms
of Death, he found consciousness waiting for him. His eyes remained
closed, but he was suddenly aware of his surroundings. Something cool
and comforting was laid across his back. Dammit, he wanted to die,
not live. Relena was more twisted than he thought, stirring him from
Death's door only to shove him back through.
"...half way to Shinigami."
Reflexes made his eyes snap open, but as for once more in as many
days, he found himself face down. At least the surface before him
from a soft pillow, and his head tilted to one side comfortably.
Although, if he stayed like that for much longer, the muscles would
grow stiff and sore. That they weren't already told him he hadn't
been there so very long.
Voices had stirred him fully into the land of the living, but that
one word had jolted him into crystal comprehension and murky
confusion. Shinigami, he recognized that word. It was one of his own,
a word from the Wilds. "God of Death," he muttered aloud, hardly
aware he'd even spoken.
"Say good-bye to Mister Death and come join the living," the voice
coaxed with forced cheer. He sensed underlying concern.
A voice. "Duo?" he guessed, cautiously turning his head despite the
lashes of pain it sent down his back.
"Of course," the braided slave said with the same cheerfulness, "did
you have a nice nap?"
Heero's eyes narrowed in answer. "Where am I?"
"Infirmary. Surgeon's quarters. Hell in a hand-basket. Want some..."
Duo glanced down to the cup held carefully in his hands, "hemlock?
Oh, wait, Mistress Po said this was a pain killer. I'm was supposed
to give it to you, if... well, when you woke up." Duo barely saved
the words, but they still hung between them.
"Anyway, want it?"
"No," Heero glared furiously at nothing, hating himself for just
lying there. Maybe he could try for another run at it, just take off
and hope he found freedom or death.
"Why'd you try to run? I mean, you're not exactly in the best of
shape, Heero. No offense."
"Wouldn't you run if you could?"
"No. Not without Hilde," Duo replied without hesitation. "Listen, I'm
not even supposed to be here, Wufei'll get in so much trouble if
Trieze finds out. Are you sure you don't want the pain killer?"
"I'm sure."
"Oh," Duo said, setting the cup aside and studying his hands
intently. Awkward silence stretched between them for a few minutes,
then Duo spoke. "If you want to... try again. You know, run. Relena's
not here, neither is Noin. Millard showed up, they're gonna wait
'till he gets here to... hang you. Mistress Po won't tattle, she's
okay that way. So, you could probably get pretty far before anyone
even noticed you were gone. I bet you could have made it, had you
been going in the right direction."
"What?"
"You were heading east. Nothing's out that way except Peacecraft
land. Follow the road, that'll get you into town. Oh, might want to
find different clothes real quick, and take out the earring."
Heero stared at the boy for a moment, hardly able to think. It made
sense, Duo was right. No one would think that he'd try again so soon.
Now was the perfect time to go.
"Hn. Thanks," he muttered, clamping his teeth down on the rising
nausea as he hauled himself out of the bed. His feet seemed stable
enough. He stood, then waited for the world to stop spinning before
taking a few cautious steps towards the door.
"Hey, wait, maybe you shouldn't..." Duo said, standing as well and
eyeing him critically.
"Hn," Heero grunted as the pain brought him down to a knee. Fool!
Get up, don't let them hang you! Don't give her the satisfaction! He
started to stand, but Duo was there, hands on Heero's thin shoulders.
"Mistress Po was right, you're burning up with fever. Bloody hell,
you're like fire!"
Fire. Over his back. Pain, everywhere. Fire in his soul. Heero
started to tell Duo he was fine, and to let him go, but Duo's grip
tightened suddenly, cutting off what Heero was going to say. "Please,
don't. It doesn't matter if you get caught, they can only hang you
once, after all, but... I just have this feeling. You're gonna die
out there, if you try to run. Even if you make it into town, but
that's a good day's travel on foot..."
"I don't care. I have to try." Why was he bothering to explain
himself? Heero pushed against Duo's grip, starting to stand, but the
boy grabbed his hand so quick it brought him to the ground with a
thud. Pain rolled over him and he barely managed to catch a moan from
escaping. Instead, he let his eyes close and he tried to focus the
pain away, like he was taught. He couldn't let the pain stop him.
Warm lips suddenly pressed against his and his eyes flew open shock.
Duo pulled away slightly, amethyst eyes daring to meet startled
cobalt blue. "You should care," Duo whispered.
"Wha..." he started to say, but Duo's lips cut the words off. He
found himself responding, bringing his mouth open to accept the boy's
tongue. They parted, breathless and feeling dizzy, at least Heero was,
but he suspected it mostly being from the fever raging through him.
The fire made his skin sensitive to the slightest touches, the blood
coursing through his outer layering in futile attempt to draw the
heat away from vital organs. Duo's skin felt cold against him, and he
clung to that chill in hopes of driving off the fire.
Maybe it was the fever burning through his mind, or maybe the keen
sense of danger and death, but Heero found himself not willing to
push away Duo. He found himself accepting, coaxing, teasing the boy,
receiving the same in return.
Heero was fire under Duo's fingers, lean, sleek and dangerous. He was
careful to avoid touching the inflamed wounds across Heero's back,
helping to dull the boy's pain. He let himself enter into the moment,
forgetting that he was supposed to be tending to a machine, and not
the flesh and blood before him. Forgetting that Death waited.
Shinigami had claimed Heero as his own.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Darn you, R rating! *shakes fist* Anyway, I hope you
enjoyed the yummy yaoi lime. It would have been a lemon, but there's
that whole R rating and all... ^^() Oh, well. First evening of Fall
Break and I already got one chapter done! Woohoo! I've also got about
half of the next chapter written. Victory dance for me.
Did I forget anything? Oh, hemlock is a deadly poison, in case you
didn't know. Socrates (did I spell that right?) was killed by it.
Random historical fact...
Byrony, are you still alive? O_o Many thanks to everyone who sent in
a review! Feed the muses! ::glances to muses warily::
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters soon.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
Email me to join my Update ML (be alerted when I add new stories)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html