Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shatterglass ❯ Shattered ( Chapter 8 )

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Warnings: Language, eventual lemon, ATTEMPTED suicide, yaoi

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Chapter 8: Shattered

Heero's POV

He entered me slowly, our lips still locked together. I felt us both shudder as he filled me to the hilt, my muscles contracting and relaxing as I adjusted.

All my life, I've always judged my existence by pain, because that was the one constant in my life. Pain let me know that I was alive. This, however, was completely different; I never knew anything could feel this good, this right. Pain, I realized, might let you know you're alive, but what Duo was doing to me right now made me feel alive. And when he started moving within me, the only thing I could think was: Duo, please don't stop. Please. Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop. Don't stop don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdont'stop.

And he didn't. Instead, he droved into me faster and harder and sent me soaring up higher than I already was and-oh God!-if this was what love felt like, then I never wanted it to end and I could feel something swelling inside me, begging me to release it and-

Oh God.

I love you, Duo.

-something shattered inside of me. My carefully erected barriers and defenses came raining down around me like a symphony of tinkling glass and I had no idea that ANYTHING could feel like this and I felt a little shard, a little piece of myself, bury itself into do so deep that I knew I'd never get it back.

And I didn't even care.

I opened my eyes and there was Duo, collapsed against my chest, breathing heavily, eyes closed, hair strewn out around us like a chestnut curtain. I still had a lock of it wrapped around my fist and I realized I was loath to let it go. So I didn't.

Looking at him, I realized just how beautiful he was and how lucky I was to have him. He'd stuck by me during and after the war when nobody else had and something swelled within me at the thought.

I smiled.

So this was what love was like.