Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Somebody Got Hurt ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The song is called Break My Body by the Pixies.

[I'm the horny loser. You find me crashin' through my mother's door]

I always feel like a dog crawling through the door. Be damned if I know why it feels so shameful, but it just does. It's hard to separate his place from mine anymore. The door always looks the same. Nights like these - every night - make me want him so badly. Something to fill the void. But not just any something, no, that would never do. It had to be Heero. Doing it with any one else would just be a silly mess. I wanted something real.

[I am the ugly lover. You find us rollin' on the dirty floor]

We don't talk. When I walk in, he simply drops whatever he's doing and takes me. Sometimes it makes me feel like a piece of meat that just finished roasting in the oven. When the dinger goes off, he has to come and take me out so I don't burn. But I'd rather be rescued from this heat than be left to die in it. Tonight is like any other. He pulls off my clothing, stopping only to close the door I had left open. He runs his tender, callused fingers down my chest, striking the sensitive areas with just the right amount of pressure to make my knees weak. He palms my waist, my back, my arms. He brushes chapped lips down my neck and I swear I'm going to collapse. I can feel his bangs brush against my nape, giving me an odd reassurance that it's going to come soon. He captures my mouth with bruising force, creating a familiar suction that would feel even more amazing below my waist. But I wait for it. My mouth is vacant when he stares at me. Even if my eyes wanted to turn elsewhere, they wouldn't be able to. His eyes are magnets. He continues to run his hand over my collarbone; over my shoulder; stopping at my upper arm.

[Break my body Hold my bones...Hold my bones Break my body Hold my bones...Hold my bones Break my body Hold my bones...Hold my bones]

And then he raises his hand and smacks me hard, aiming the sweet pain where his hand just left. I'm knocked to the floor. Why wouldn't I be, Heero Yuy just hit me. He lowers himself to my level and strikes a similar blow to the other arm. It hurts like hell. Like my muscles just want to disintegrate. I smile. I hear the clap when he smacks my cheek, but I don't feel it until he slowly, soothingly licks the area. I can feel it turning red and I know I want more. I dare to unbutton his shirt and he lets me. I can feel explore every contour of his chest for the umpteenth time, before he drops his full body weight on top of me, squeezing all the air out. Surely my ribs are going to crack. He lifts himself away carefully, smoothing over the damage with those remarkable hands. Please, Heero…hit me again. I need to feel..it..

[I'm a belly dancer. I 'll shake forever say that I'd never care]

Within minutes he has me stripped and writing on the floor. He yanks my braid, bring my head up with it to claim my mouth again. His aggression lessens when I pitifully lick his bottom lip. I know he wants to be gentle. He wants to cradle me and caress me, like the first time. But I refuse. His hands travel down to my legs slowly. He kneads my muscles, digging his fingers in, before he splits my legs apart. I think I'm going to rip. I can't stop the tears from welling in my eyes. I have to turn away; if he sees me he'll stop.

[I'm a building jumper. Roof to roof you see me flying in the air]

His mouth covers the part of me that needs him most. The gentle bites and rough strokes send stars to my vision and pain to my nerves, but I don't care. If I died this way I would be complete, finally. He continues his ministrations until I'm ready to explode. And then he stops. I float down from the heavens and whimper. He can only turn away.

[ Break my body Hold my bones...Hold my bones Break my body Hold my bones...Hold my bones Break my body Hold my bones...Hold my bones...bones]

The soft swishing of fabric falling to the ground now has to fill my senses before he straddles me. He carefully licks all around my stomach and chest, spreading moisture everywhere but to the crucial spot. His shaky hands pin my wrists above my head, and he dives in with one clean sweep. I scream. The pain is a million times worse than before, but not half as bad as what swirls in my mind every time I'm not here, on the floor, being pound into. He thrusts just the way I like him to; rough and quick. I keep crying and seeing lightening bolts flash in my eyes, but he's rising my body off the ground and my mind out of the sand and it's incredible. All I can think is please, please, hurt me more, only you can hurt me. I want you to make it hurt, need it, because you're the only one who hurts me just right and makes it all go away. You know what pain I can handle. You soothe my wounds when no one had ever tried. You do this for me even though you hate, and oh God how I want more, so much more until this whole awful memory of killing and destruction is fucked out of my mind. When I feel the pleasure I know it'll be over soon, so I ride the wave and moan in tune with him until we come and I scream. "I love you!"

[Somebody got hurt. Somebody get hurt. Somebody got hurt]

He slips out of me. Slowly, methodically, he dresses himself, looking to the ground. He casually walks to his room and shuts the door.

I can hear him crying again.