Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shinigami ❯ Shinigami 1/? ( Chapter 1 )

Shinigami

Title: Shinigami

Author: Atre < Lumena_Atre@yahoo.com >

Pairing: 2x1

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: YAOI, lemons, NCS?

Disclaimer: GW's characters are not mine.

Feedback: Pleaseeeeeeee~~~~~~ It's energy for my writing.

Thanks Kurai for Beta-reading. ^.^ *Hug dearly*

Hope you enjoy it. ^_^

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Part 1

"I'm not Duo…"

The husky voice whispered beside Heero's ear in the tone he had never heard from his friend before - cold and dangerous; for a few seconds, it made the Japanese boy feel like chill had run down his spine. Heero tensed in stress and unconsciously held his breath, but he quickly settled his mind back to think logically. This baka said he wasn't Duo; that was impossible. Even in the darkness, he knew it was Duo for he could recognize the voice, though Duo had never use this kind of tone to him.

"Duo! I don't have time to play with your prank. Let me go!" Heero spoke sharply though he felt his throat became dry. Something was wrong, his instinct alarmed him. Heero tried to get free but however hard he tried, he couldn't break away from the grip. He was stronger than Duo, that was sure, but in this situation it seemed that the person standing behind him had super strenght over ordinary people. He tried to pry his trapped arms apart with all his strength but none of his attempt worked.

"Who says I'm playing my prank, Heero?" the boy whispered into his ear so closely, letting out the hot breath to blush against the mild cheek. Then one hand moved to grasp Heero's wrists together while another placed on his shoulder. And so easily, though Heero tried with all his strength to resist, he found himself forced to kneel and then pushed to lay down on the floor with his hands pinned above his head. "This is real, Heero…"

The captor moved to sit on top of him, bending down to suck the creamy neck and grinding his hip against Heero's. The Japanese boy widened his eyes as he felt the very hard bulge brushing against his gloves through the fabric.

"Duo…? What are you doing?" Panic was what Heero had never wanted to accept. He tried to struggle, but to no avail.

"To claim what's supposed to be mine," replied the cold voice, and in the next second, the sound of ripped cloth was heard. Heero felt the cool air brushing the skin of his back, acknowledging that his tank top was ripped out.

"Duo!!"

Before he could protest any further, he sensed the hand moved down toward his spandex, causing Heero only to struggle even wilder. He tried to wiggle his hip, moving it away from the hand that caress his cheeks but the hand quickly grabbed the waistband of his spandex, dragging it out and throwing it away somewhere.

"Ahh! Are you crazy, Duo?!!" Heero bawled though his heart beaten rapidly.

"I said I'm not Duo," the person replied flatly, then used his knees to pry Heero's thighs wide apart and perfectly pinned them there, stopping all of Heero's struggle and forcing him to lay still, spread and naked. Panting hard, Heero felt his muscle tensed all over.

"Let me go, or omae o korosu."

A low chuckle was heard from behind followed by a light kiss on his back. "Do it if you can." Heero felt the hot breath brushed against his skin and the mouth trailed down his body. The Japanese boy tried to get free but his hands were held firmly and his legs were pinned in place.

"Ahh!!" Heero gasped and threw his head back as the travelling mouth nibbled on his sensitive skin, followed by the hot wet tongue.

"Umm…yummy…"

"Stop that…"

The hovering boy became bolder and wilder in his ministration, sucking, licking, and nibbling all over the bare skin of Heero's back while one hand trailed down the body toward the delicate bottom. The hand kneaded those cheeks slowly, eliciting uncontrollable moan form the captive boy, before moving lower to the private part between the spreading legs. Gasping, Heero tensed as the light touch roamed over his erection and realized that he was already half-hard. Heero's breath became raged as the fingers touched him, playing with the head teasingly and gathering the hot pre-come from the now wet tip. That made him fully hard in no time and Heero could do nothing to stop it.

"Ah…Ahhh…" Heero squirmed, trying to get his private part away from the trespass but his movement only created more friction, sending the jolt of pleasure through his body. "…Don't…nahh… touch..me… AHHH!" the Japanese boy yelled loudly as the hand fully took him all of a sudden, squeezing more hot liquid from his throbbing cock. Heero was lost as the pleasure struck through his body, bringing him so closed to the edge. In a few strokes, Heero shuddered and was going to explode his seed but then the hand abandoned him, right before he could gain any release.

Heero panted, sucking in several deep breaths and trying to gain control over his betraying body. Then, he felt the wet fingers moved between his cheeks and stopped at his opening, kneading and making a light push on it but still not breaking in, as if wanting to tease him.

"No…don't…" Heero tensed, feeling even more panicky by this administration but wondering at the fact that it made his cock twist even more painfully.

"Still a virgin, right?" asked the captured with a lustful voice. "No longer…"

"You dare not.…Ahh!"

Heero gasped as one finger shoved into him, slick with his previous pre-come.

"Umm…so tight."

Heero felt the questing finger moving inside him, carefully plodding and applying his previous slick pre-come all over the inner tissue like it was aiming to lube him more than stretch. The sensation of the touch inside was very new to him, making him moan incoherently.

"I got to say sorry for I won't stretch you much," spoke the boy with passion, "because I want to feel how tight you are."

"Ahh…no…" Heero tried to fight but his mind was all ruined by the cloud of pleasure that made it hard to focus on thinking.

Then the finger withdrew and the sound of zipper being low down was heard behind him.

"Don't…"

"I can't wait to be inside you."

"Damn, Duo!…Are you crazy?!"

Heero struggled wildly as he realized what was going to happen next. The boy squirmed and wiggled to get free but he couldn't move his hands or legs any millimeters. He was trapped in a dead lock. `How could Duo be this strong? No, Duo was not this strong.'

"I've told you. I'm not Duo."

…This person said he was not Duo…Then, who was possibly he?

Subconsciously, Heero found himself asking, "Then, who are you?"

The huge tip touched Heero's tight opening.

"I am…" and the tip withdrew a little, "…Shinigami."

Then, with one trust, the hard shaft pushed swiftly past the sphincter, impaling the hot cavern. Heero screamed out as his tight passage was suddenly filled, but then one hand was quickly lifted up to cover his mouth, restraining all his voice.

Heero screamed desperately in the hand, clenching his fist tightly as the hard shaft began to pounce into him repeatedly, fast and hard. Even though he was lubed, there was still some pain involved for he was still too tight. But suddenly all the pain was transformed into another feeling as the hard tip struck something inside him, making Heero arch his back up. The Japanese boy threw his head back in a silent cry and unconsciously clenched his passage tightly. Groaning in pleasure as his member was engulfed by the hot, soft cavern, the boy above smirked as he knew he hit the right place and began to attack that spot harder in every thrust.

Heero was lost as his prostate was pounded over and over, and the weight that was pounding into him made his own arousal grind with the floor, eliciting a friction which sent him great pleasure.

Heero felt the pleasure building into him higher and higher until his body couldn't take it anymore.

"!!!"

Heero screamed in the hand as he reached his orgasm, spilling his seed on the floor and clenching his passage tightly. Heero saw white; the last thing he could remember was the figure that continued pounding into him, before he fell into unconsciousness…

………………………& #8230;……

Somewhere warm and soft, that was where he was lying. Heero felt a hand caressed his forehead gently and roamed over his cheek.

"Heero, are you alright?"

The voice was so tender and sounded worried. He could recognize it; it was Duo's voice…Duo!! Heero's eyes snapped open as his brain processed the information he just received. He saw a pair of violet eyes looking at him in concern, and felt the hand stopped on his cheek. Heero quickly shoved the hand away and jumped up to sit, but then hissed in pain as all his weight was put on his bottom, reassuring that all things having happened last night was not a dream.

"Hey! Are you ok? What'd happened, Heero?"

Heero sent the most death glare to the braided pilot. `How dare he ask?' But he only received a look full of care and anxiety in return.

`What the hell was going on with him?' Heero was confused.

Not being sure what to do, the Japanese boy shoved the blanket off and got up from the bed, but then noticed he was wearing only a loose shirt which belonged to Duo. Ignoring the call from his friend, the Japanese boy advanced to the door, wanting to get himself out of this place.

"Heero!"

The American pilot half ran, following his friend and caught his wrist before Heero managed to open the door.

"Don't touch me!" Heero shoved his hand away and it could get free so easily that he got to be surprised.

Both boys stared at each other for a moment. After a few minutes, which seem like forever, Heero turned back, heading out of the room and then quickened his step, as he knew the braided pilot was following closely behind.

"Tell me what'd happened, so I can help you!" Duo managed to catch Heero's shoulder, stopping him at the top of the stairs, and turned the shorter boy to face him.

"Leave me alone!" Heero growled and pushed Duo away. The effect made him take a step backward and his foot sank into the empty air as his body was descending to the ground.

"Heero!!!"

Heero shut his eyes and lifted his arms up to guard himself, preparing for the upcoming crash. But as his body hit the ground, it was not as much hurt as he expected and the ground was not as hard as he thought.

Slowly, Heero opened his eyes and saw a heart-shape face of the braided boy beneath him. Duo's arms were still holding him, crossing his back tightly. He intended to protect him and did not even care for guarding himself.

"Duo?" Heero felt uneasy as he noticed that the braided boy was lying impassive with his eyes closed. In the current position, half of their bodies still rested on the stair with their heads downward. So it meant that Duo's head must have been knocked directly on the floor.

"Are you alright?"

No answer came from the lying boy.

"Duo!"

Then a second later, the violet eyes opened slowly, looking up at him. Heero unconsciously sighed in relief as he saw Duo was alright, but there was something in Duo's eyes that were unexplainably different and made him feel strange.

"Hi, baby…" the braided boy whispered huskily. It was in the same tone he heard last night. "We meet again."

Heero stared down in confusion. `Again? What does he mean by that word?'

Then, suddenly, his internal security alarmed that something was going wrong. Heero tried to pull himself away but Duo's arms quickly tightened around his waist, dragging him down closely, chest-to-chest.

The dark amethyst eyes drifted into the Prussian blue. Then a slight smirk formed on the whispering lips.

"Wanna have a morning sex?"

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TBC…

Hehee….the next part depends on the feedback.

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~Atre~