Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Side of the Heart ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

The Dark Side of the Heart

Chapter 2

 

Duo fell into darkness as he felt Heero cum inside of him. His thoughts circles around him darkly. Heero had said that he deserved this, and he was right. He was supposed to be Shinigami, the God of Death. He was feared by Oz and yet, he had fallen prey to his own memories and fears. If he had better control, if he had been a better soldier like Heero, he would have been able to function fine even with the nightmares and insomnia. It didn't matter if, even with all of his mistakes, he had yet to actually fail any of his missions. One of these days he would mess up even worse and get his friends all killed. He loved Heero with all of his heart and if this is what it took to make him a better soldier, then he would accept it. The scary thing was, he thought that he still loved him. Was that possible? Even if it was, he didn't deserve Heero's love. Didn't deserve his cum inside him. He was a horrible person, he was disgusting. He should be grateful that Heero cared enough about him that he was willing to help correct him. He was filled with an intense shame at the fact that Heero had seen him this way, naked, vulnerable, and useless. And what if Quatre, Trowa, or Wufei saw him this way? They would surely hate him, but Heero was fucking him, not looking at him with hate. So, he should be grateful. He hated himself that he felt so weak. More than that, he was disgusted with himself that he wanted to cry in fear when he felt Heero's hand on him…

 

*****

 

Quatre ran a tentative hand against Duo's stomach. The other boy's skin was so soft, he had never felt anything like it. He always knew he liked guys since he had met Trowa. Quatre had often fantasized about having sex with him or Duo. They both seemed so strong, he wondered what it would be like to beat them down and rape them. It was a dark feeling, this need to dominate his fellow pilots, but just the sight of Duo tied up like this, Heero's cum leaking out of him, it made him harder than he had ever been before. He wanted more than anything to stick his cock into Duo's tight little hole. Quatre licked his lips. He pinched the tip of Duo's cock, rubbing it between his fingertips as a little stream of cum leaked out of it. As Duo moaned and his eyes fluttered open, Quatre grinned. Quatre ran his hands over Duo's thighs, red with the tight restraints. Duo blinked at him in shock.

“Quatre? What…?” Quatre entered him in one swift move, Duo's passage slick with blood and cum.

Duo screamed as he felt Quatre thrust into him. Quatre silenced him by kissing him, thrusting his tongue into the trapped boy's mouth, tasting his cries. Quatre licked up his tears.

“Sh, baby. Just relax,” he thrust hard, hitting Duo's prostrate and making him scream again. Heero watched all this with a cruel smile. He reached under Quatre's thrusting body as the force of his movements rocked Duo's abused body against the seat and grabbed Duo's cock, pumping it. Quatre felt Duo's sphincter spasm against his penis. Duo's channel was so hot and tight, he felt like he was going crazy. And the thought that it was Heero's cum and Duo's blood making it easier for him to fuck, made it even more intense. Quatre grabbed Duo's buttocks roughly and spread them, thrusting deeper into him. Heero took Duo fully into his mouth, sucking hard. Duo, too tired to fight back, simply rode with them, sinking into the feelings. Finally, Quatre came hard into him. Duo groaned at the feeling of even more wetness deep inside of him and came into Heero's mouth. Heero swallowed and moved up to Duo's chest, lapping at his nipples. Quatre withdrew and watched his cum drip out of Duo with a sated smile. He licked it up, thrusting his tongue deep into Duo's still twitching anus. Heero moved him out of the way and took his place, thrusting into Duo again. Duo sobbed.

“Please, Heero, stop!” He begged. Heero groaned, rock hard from watching Quatre fuck Duo.

“So good, Duo,” he thrust into him three times and came. Heero pulled out of him. Quatre stuck two fingers into Duo, feeling around.

“Did you like that? You're such a slut, aren't you?” Duo panted, trying to find the strength to retaliate. Heero grabbed his chin and mashed his lips against his.

“You'll do whatever we say now, won't you.” Duo nodded, tears tracking down his flushed cheeks.

“Say it.”

“Y-yes.” Heero gripped Duo's balls tightly.

“Yes, what?” Duo shook his head.

“Don't make me say it, Heero.” Heero tightened his grip.

“Say it!” Duo cried out as his already sore balls throbbed painfully.

“Yes, master.” Quatre stroked his cheek.

“That's a good boy. Are you going to tell on us?” Duo sobbed.

“No, never.”

 

*****

 

Duo stood under the hot spray of water, his pale skin bright red with a mix of the heat and the rough treatment as he scrubbed at it, making him bleed. He watched passively as blood and semen went down the drain. Quatre was right, he was a slut, a whore. He was theirs to do what they wanted with him. He should be grateful that the two beautiful, perfect boys were hot for him, right? So why did he feel so ugly? Someone knocked on the door.

“Duo, you okay in there?” It was Trowa. Duo shuddered. What would Trowa think if he found out the boy he secretly loved had just helped Heero violate him? He probably wouldn't believe it. He would probably call him a liar. Or worse, what if Trowa wanted to join them?

“I'm fine!” He said, forcefully. Trowa stared at the door in concern. Something was wrong, very, very wrong. He could feel it. Duo had been in the shower for three hours now. Trowa understood the compulsion. After missions sometimes you just wanted to wash the stench of death off of you. But this just felt bad. That, and Duo hadn't come out of the hanger right away. He and Heero had stayed in there for hours. And Trowa couldn't find Quatre. Though, lately he could sense that something was off about the blonde and had spent less and less time with him. Sure, he still lusted after him, but little by little he found himself growing wary of him. He'd rather spend time with Duo. Duo reminded Trowa of the way Quatre used to be, before the Zero System. Kind, bright, unearthly beautiful… it felt nice to spent time with him. Trowa was beginning to realize that he was falling in love with the American. He knew that both Heero and Wufei were attracted to Duo, though Heero's attention seemed to be more sexual and Wufei's was more romantic. Trowa thought that Wufei deeply respected Duo, much like he did Heero, though his respect for the Japanese pilot was quickly diminishing. Trowa could see why, just like with Quatre, Heero had changed, he had grown darker, more violent. Trowa saw how Heero had been treating Duo and told himself that he would have to talk to Heero about it. Heero was an ass, he had decided. It was obvious to anyone that Duo was having problems and Heero getting on his case was making it worse. What the boy needed was someone to understand what he was going through, not punish him.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and Duo walked out wearing pajamas. Trowa was once again overwhelmed at how beautiful he was.

“Duo,” he touched Duo's arm as he passed, Duo flinched from him.

“Don't touch me,” he cried, running for his room. Trowa stared at him in shock. What the hell was going on?!

 

*****

 

Duo collapsed on his bed. He wanted to tell Trowa what was wrong, wanted it so much; to let him hold him, comfort him. But he didn't dare, he liked Trowa far too much for that. He clutched a pillow tightly to him. He cried himself to a fitful, nightmarish sleep.

 

 

End chapter 2