Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Power Game ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Power Game, Part 1

Author: Aya Maxwell

Pairings: 3x2, 1x2

Warnings: Lemon, NCS, violence, language, angst

Notes: //Chara thoughts//

Duos POV

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I was dreaming... it was one of those dreams where you are watching yourself do the most unreal and idiotic things. Never had those? Well I have them all the time. In this particular dream Heero was with me, and he was being completely un-Heero like. He was smiling and being gentle with me, and he told me he loved me. Then he began to show me just how much.

Now if you know Heero like I know him, you would know that the Wing pilot is nothing like that. He isn't gentle, sweet, and he never tells me he loves me. See what me and Heero have is special... we just screw like rabbits whenever we have the chance. Now don't get me wrong. We do talk, well I mainly do the talking and he types on his laptop. There are some things in our arrangement that I could change, but hey I am not about to complain. I'm sleeping with the most dangerous man in the universe, and he is also one of the most beautiful. It also doesn't hurt that he is damn good in bed. I have had my fair share of lovers and Heero has them all beat in the making me scream and beg for more department.

Anyway in my dream I was now sprawled out on some kind of bed while Heero did the most amazing things with his mouth. Damn, it felt so real. Dream Duo was just about to climax when I woke up.

Pissed off and annoyed that I hadn't finished that damn beautiful dream, I sat up in bed halfway.

//What the hell woke me up anyway?//

With a groan I sat up, and raked a hand through my sweaty bangs. It was really dark in my room, not even the moon was shining through the window. I let my eyes adjust to the dark and glanced around the room. That's when I saw him, just sitting there.

"Trowa?"

He was just standing there, leaning against the door. His emerald green eyes sparkling in the darkness. I noticed that they were a little too glassy and kind of unfocused. That's when it hit me, Trowa was drunk.

Swallowing a little nervously, I tried again. "Trowa? Um.. what the hell are you doing in my room?" I fiddled with the end of my braid nervously. We were all alone in the safe house. Quatre, Heero and Wufei were away on a mission. They wouldn't be back until the next afternoon.

"Dammit Trowa, talk or get the hell out."

I didn't recognize my own voice. It was scared sounding and wimpy. I figured that probably had something to do with the fact that I was still half asleep, and Trowa was creeping me out big time.

Trowa looked me up and down with an almost predatory smirk. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive or something. "You are so beautiful." He whispered.

I gaped at him. What the hell was going on? Trowa was with Quatre... they were in love. Right? What the hell was wrong with him? Besides, he knew I was with Heero. Well sort of... in any case I was taken. I pulled the blanket up around me protectively as he stalked closer and sat on my bed. I don't know why I just didn't get up and run like hell.

"He doesn't deserve you. Do you realize that my sweet Duo?" He asked softly. He smelled like cheap liquor and cigarettes. Funny, I thought he had given up smoking when I did.

I bit my lip and frowned. "Trowa, would you please leave. I would hate to have to hurt you." I muttered from between clenched teeth. He raised his eye brows in amusement.

Ok, so I'm short, I'm the skinniest and the shortest. Even Wufei was at least 5'5, and I was still 5 feet even. But for a little guy I did work out, and I was strong. How the hell else does someone survive on the street for years, and then become a Gundam pilot? However I guess Trowa did have the upper hand in this situation, because before I could even defend myself he had me pinned to the bed. His tongue violently invading my mouth.

I tried to push him off me, I really did. But he had my arms pinned and twisted painfully beneath me so that I couldn't move. Part of me thought that this couldn't possibly be real. Trowa would never do this to me. Right?

However those thoughts were pushed out my mind when I felt his hands tearing at my boxers.

"Trowa get the fuck off me!!" I screamed.

He either ignored me, or was in to much of a drunken daze to hear me. I bit down on his tongue hard, and in response he punched me hard in the face. "Stop struggling, I know you want it." He snarled.

After that my brain just shut down, and I had this out of body experience thing. It was like in my dream... I was on the outside looking in. I was watching Trowa -who I thought was my friend - rape and abuse my body. Then he shoved his thick cock inside my tight, unprepared entrance and everything was real again. I was back in my body, and the pain was unbearable.

He slammed inside me harder and harder, even as I felt the blood beginning to slide down my thighs. He gripped my arms tighter, and kissed me sloppily, hungrily. I began to cry, something I hadn't done since I was a child. He thrust harder, apparently turned on by my tears. From what I could make out from his drunken babble.. I looked like a angel when I was crying.

He was grunting louder now, his breathing becoming more erratic. "Does Heero fuck you like this?!" He hissed in my ear. I shut my eyes tight, and tried to do that out of body thing again. However it wouldn't work, and the pain got even more intense. He was clutching my arms so hard I think I was losing circulation. I had given up fighting back, so I just lay there like a limp doll as he brutalized my body.

I don't know how long it lasted... but it seemed like hours. Then finally he climaxed deep inside me, panting and moaning my name. I flinched away from him and curled up into a little fetal ball, trying to control my sobbing. I heard him get off the bed and get dressed again. Walking out of the room as if nothing had even happened.

After lying in the bed shuddering and feeling incredibly filthy I crawled to the bathroom and locked the door. How could he do that...? How could he hurt me like that? He was supposed to be my friend.. I felt an urge to run down the stairs to the room he shared with Quatre and rip his balls off. But I guess that would do me no good.. I would probably just get hurt worse than I already was.

I crawled into the shower and closed my eyes. Goddamn....why can't this just be a bad dream?



TBC