Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Side of the Heart ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

The Dark Side of the Heart

Chapter 5

 

Author's Notes: After this chapter, while there still will be some violent sex scenes, it's gonna be mostly plot. Next chapter, Trowa makes an appearance, so all you 3+2 fans rejoice.

 

 

“You like this, don't you?”

Duo hated that teasing, jeering voice. It made him feel so weak, so dirty. He hated this. He hated doing things that made him feel so degraded, but he had no choice, no choice but to lie. He took a step back away from Heero in the study. He could smell the old books in here with the wood from the large desk, it reminded him of the bookstore. As he took a step back, his butt hit the desk behind him and he realized he couldn't back up anymore. Heero grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him.

“Answer me, do you, or do you not, like this?” Heero said forcefully and condescendingly as though he was talking to a child.

“Yes,” Duo said in a small voice, knowing what Heero wanted to hear, “I like this.”

Heero smiled, but it didn't quite meet his eager eyes. He placed a hand on Duo's hip, his thumb rubbing at the soft material of the blue, pleated skirt that Duo wore.

“You're such a slut,” he hissed as he kissed Duo's neck, “does dressing up as a girl really turn you on? You're a pervert, aren't you?”

Duo tried to keep his body from shaking at the dangerous tone in Heero's voice. He was in a strange mood. He wasn't exactly angry, but he was tense, like a tiger ready to pounce. When they had woken up this morning, there had been a strangeness in the air and if Duo hadn't known that Heero was in a horny mood that morning with the long stares as he went to shower, it had become rather obvious when he had ordered Duo to wear this outfit. It wasn't the first time that he had been made to dress up like a girl, but he had never dressed up in this sort of outfit. It reminded him of those outfits girls would wear in anime, what was it called? A sailor outfit, something like that. Still, he had been shocked when he had gone to the study to find Heero and Quatre waiting for him, as ordered, and Heero was already hard. As Heero slipped his hand under his top, the same phrase repeated in his head over and over: it's Sunday. If he didn't think about yesterday and kept his mind on tomorrow, he thought that he could live through today. All he had to do was wear this skirt and let Heero and Quatre fuck him, it wasn't that hard. Besides, the outfit wasn't pink, though the lacey underwear he was wearing was, it just made him feel… wrong. It was too disgusting to think about, once he had been a Gundam Pilot and now he was this… thing, something that he didn't have a name for. He couldn't call himself a whore because whores actually got paid. He felt Heero's hand stroke his chest gently and blushed. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to do this. He let Heero explore how his ass felt through the skirt and didn't do anything as he felt him up except blush even harder. Heero's calloused hands were rough as he explored him through touch, biting into him, his nails scraping against his skin.

“Naughy bitch,” Heero hissed, biting Duo's neck fiercely. Duo shuddered, his feelings conflicted as the pain flared in his neck at the same time that Heero slipped his hands back under his top and pinched his nipples. Duo could feel cock stretch out the annoying scrap of cloth that was supposed to be underwear and thought that it was a wonder that his hard on hadn't torn it with how aroused the organ was right now. His body was betraying him all over again. As always, Quatre had faded away into the background somewhere, content with watching and waiting his turn, just like that first day together, Quatre had watched and waited. It was Heero that controlled everything, Heero that he had to worry about today.

Duo closed his eyes as he felt Heero's hot mouth on his neck, sucking harshly on the skin. He nipped at the skin, drawing a gasp from the long haired American and released him, only to crush his mouth against Duo's. If not for the evil smirk Heero had had before he had kissed him, Duo would have thought that Heero was being this rough to punish him for something, but he was like this a lot. Duo had no idea why Heero felt the need to prove his control over his much; it wasn't like Duo fought back anymore.

Duo opened his mouth automatically, surrendering to Heero as the taller boy gripped his hair in a tight grip and practically raped his mouth with a strong tongue. All Duo could do was lean against the desk and moan as Heero attacked his lips, sucking on them with passionate kisses. When they finally parted, they were both panting and Duo felt as though Heero had sucked all of the saliva out of him. Heero shoved him against the desk and molded his body against Duo's. The feeling of his heat through the grey tank top that Heero wore was almost intoxicating and Duo hated himself for feeling that way. Duo's eyes wandered away from Heero to Quatre who had taken a seat in the large desk chair and was watching them with a half lidded, lustful expression.

Heero backhanded him across his face. Duo's head whipped to the side and he could feel painful heat blossoming from where he had been struck.

“Pay attention,” Heero snapped. Duo looked back up at Heero, wearing a wounded expression that made the Japanese boy's cock pound in his jeans. His large hands slid up on the outside of Duo's shirt and ripped the red sash from his uniform. Without any words or explanation Heero turned him around and shoved him against the desk again. Duo made a small noise as the hard desk pressed against his stomach. He felt his arms being wrenched behind him and the sash was wrapped around his wrists tight enough to bruise. Duo watched with wide eyes as Heero opened one of the desk drawers and took out a thick, wooden ruler. He felt cold air hit him as Heero lifted up his skirt and let it fold up out of the way.

“Master, don't, please!” Duo begged. Heero ignored him, tossing the ruler into the air and caught it deftly, moving his arm back and striking Duo across the buttocks. Duo screamed as heat and pain flared up his spine. Oh, shit, that hurt! But worse than the pain was the humiliation the hit had brought with it. Heero reared his hand back and struck him again and again and again, each hit creating a perfect, rectangular red mark on Duo's pale skin which was quickly bruising with the force of the hits, the panties providing him with absolutely no cover from his lover's cruelty. Duo sobbed with each hit, the pain was overwhelming. Heero gripped his hair near his scalp and yanked his upper body off of the desk.

“Stop crying like a fucking girl,” he hissed, letting Duo fall back onto the desk, “but you can't, can you? You haven't like a man for one moment in your whole pathetic life have you? Nothing more than a fucking slut,” Heero jeered and hit Duo's upper thigh in a vicious blow that made Duo scream and jerk into the desk. Heero frowned when he saw blood on the ruler from the last hit.

“Playtime's over,” Duo heard him say and winced as Heero pulled the cloth of his panties over his throbbing ass, but only the back, using the front to trap his erection. Duo felt tears falling over his flamed cheeks. Why was this happening? He was in such pain, so how could he possibly be enjoying this? Heero and Quatre had called him a pervert so many times, maybe that was the truth. He saw Heero take out a tube of lube from one of the desk drawers and felt his body press against his heated back. He closed his eyes as Heero's weight caused more pain on his butt and back. Then, Heero grabbed his hips and thrust into him to the hilt in one single motion.

Duo almost bit through his tongue at the feeling of penetrating pain and gritted his teeth as Heero's cock burned through him. Why did it have to feel good and bad at the same time? He couldn't even understand his own body anymore. Heero's hips snapped against his and Heero leaned his full body wait against him as he thrust in and out of his body. He heard Quatre groaning from behind them along with his own harsh pants. Over and over, Heero's length penetrated his body, making him rock against the desk with the force of their fucking. Duo gasped as Heero rubbed against that place inside of him that drove him insane.

In an instant, it was over. Duo was given no warning as he felt hot semen splurting into his insides. Then, Heero left him and Duo realized that that was the only thing holding him up. He slid off the desk in a boneless heap on the floor, the wounds on his butt stinging as he sat on the hard wood floor. He felt Heero's cum pooling onto him and knew that he would have to clean that up, but right now he didn't care. He was so tired. His cock was throbbing again and he didn't have the heart to ask Heero if he could relieve himself. His wounds burned and stung and all he wanted was to take a nice, hot bath and take the longest nap he'd ever taken. The weight of the skirt on his bruises and the constricting softness of the panties were beginning to bother him. His arms felt like Heero had wrenched them from their sockets when Heero had tied them behind him and he had no circulation in his hands from the tightness of the binds and Heero laying on him for the last ten minutes.

“Come here, Duo.”

Duo squeezed his eyes shut as Quatre called him. He felt the urge to cry come onto him again. No more, please, he couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't they see how weary he was? Couldn't he rest, just for a few minutes? His body ached so badly, he smelled of sex, and he felt filthy, but he realized that he was already walking towards his `Master' like the good little slave that he was. How had he gotten up with his hands tied? He couldn't remember. His head screamed in denial even as his body straddled Quatre in the chair, his butt sitting in the blonde's tented lap. It's Sunday, it's Sunday, he thought, tomorrow they'll have to go to work; I can have a few hours to myself. Tomorrow, that's just how long I have to last… I can do that…

Quatre placed his hands on Duo's narrow hips, feeling the soft material of the skirt which was now stained with Heero's cum. Duo watched with flat eyes as the blonde ripped off the offending panties, finally freeing his dick, but he didn't feel any relief from it. Just because his arousal had been released didn't mean that he would get to cum today. Quatre unzipped his slacks and brought out his own cock, pale, engorged, and dripping. Duo leaned his head and shoulders against Quatre so he could balance himself as he scooted forward a little, sat up, then penetrated himself on Quatre's length.

Quatre cried out in pleasure as his erection was engulfed by Duo's softness. He watched through clouded blue eyes as Duo began to ride him, using only his hips and thighs as his knees were trapped by the chair and Quatre's body and his hands were still bound. It was the hottest thing that he had seen and in the years with Duo, he had seen a lot. Duo's long, unbraided hair surrounded them, covered them in a pleasant smelling cloud and Quatre thrust up to meet Duo's movements. He felt Duo starting to move with him, his muscles clenching his cock as he dove into him in a maddening rhythm. Heero's cum was warm inside of him and Quatre saw that the semen on Duo's thighs rubbing onto his slacks, but it didn't disgust him, it just turned him on further. He loved this, this complete control over another human being, especially one that had been as wild as Duo. But, he was theirs now and that was never going to change.

Quatre's orgasm was almost blinding as lights flashed behind his eyes and his whole body tightened to release himself into Duo. It was the most wonderful thing a person could ever feel in their lives, the release of tension so incredible, it was violent. Then, it was over just as quickly as it had begun and Quatre sagged in the chair. Duo's breath was harsh against him, but the moment was over and Quatre pushed him off of his softening member and onto the floor. Duo stumbled, but training from long ago kicked in instinctively and he fell into a crouch, finding balance on his long legs despite his restrained arms. Droplets of cum splattered on the floor, but all Duo could do was shake and breath hard. His body could find its balance, but his mind couldn't. His penis was so hard, Duo didn't think that simple pain was going to be enough this time.

Duo's eyes met Heero's as the blue eyed boy stared at him, those intense eyes roaming over his sweaty form. Duo wondered at how he had the blood left to blush when it felt like all of it had collected in his groin. His ass tingled with the pain of penetration and the bruises, sending mixed signals to his messed up brain.

“Finish yourself off,” Heero said, his eyes bright and interested as he watched his and Quatre's cum drip down the longhaired boy's legs. Duo's eyes widened at the request. After two days, was it finally going to happen?

“M-may I cum, Master?”

Heero nodded. Joy filled Duo. Finally, he could release himself. He waited, but Heero didn't move. Duo flexed his arms and looked behind him, signaling to Heero that he needed to be untied in order to fulfill his request. Heero just smirked at him.

“You're a Gundam pilot. If you're so desperate, I'm sure you can figure it out, right?”

Behind Duo, Quatre had managed to get the strength to watch and licked his lips as he saw Duo struggling with emotions, naked on his pretty face. It was fun to watch him suffer so much and know that they had caused such a reaction in the once proud L2 street rat. In the past, he had worn an impenetrable jester's mask and would have laughed off any slight, any problem, but now he was broken and they were the ones that had done it.

Duo bit his lip, working the tender flesh, swollen from Heero's kisses, in between his teeth. Heero watched as Duo looked down at himself and sat on the floor. Those flat, violet eyes moved over the tent in the skirt to his legs. Then, something flashed in the amethyst depths, something that Heero didn't like at all, something that he desperately wanted to beat out of him, if he could only figure out what it was.

As Duo looked down at himself and the predicament he had gotten into, something came back to him. He analyzed his body and its capabilities before he even realized what he was doing. It was like waking up, slowly. He recalled doing this during missions, analyzing and coming to a conclusion. He felt the clouds lift from his mind and determination replaced them. He realized that it was no longer about giving himself a little release from the tension that had built up over the last couple of days, it was about proving to himself, and to Quatre and Heero, that he could do this. Hadn't Heero hit the nail on the head? He was a Gundam Pilot, or at least, he had been at one point in his life. Analyze, he thought to himself, my hands are useless, but they're the only part of my body that's tied down.

Quatre and Heero watched in amazement as Duo lay on his back and curled his lower body up so his legs were balanced on his stomach and his back was arched. Duo stretched out his bound arms and with long, nimble fingers, he grabbed at the blue skirt and twisted his hands, pulling the skirt up to allow himself access to his cock. The material swept over his length, caressing him and he could see how it was weeping at this point. He knew that he wouldn't last long and in this strained position, that was a blessing. Duo, with perfect control of his leg muscles, trapped his cock in between his thighs and with some effort, moved his legs up and down on his member (1). Duo closed his eyes in bliss as friction, wonder friction, was built up by his smooth skin. His muscles were so tight he felt like he was going to break in half, but it was coming, he could feel it. He could feel it building up in his body, starting in his gut, then working its way to his tight balls.

A cry filled with a slight pain and incredible triumph left Duo's lips and the last thing he felt before he blacked out was the wetness of his own cum on his stomach and the tension bleeding out of him, leaving him wonderfully empty.

 

 

 

End Chapter 5

 

Woo hoo, half way done with this fic. Now, the real heavy plot stuff happens. This whole sex scene was difficult to write, I don't know why, but it just didn't want to flow in the way I wanted. But, I got it done, eventually.

 

(1) I don't know if this is possible. My cousin says it is, I'm a girl so there's no way I can actually try it, but I'll take his word for it. If it's not, then I apologize, but I'd probably have to find a guy that is a) not too shy to try this for me and b) very flexible.