Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Definition of Love ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The Definition of Love

Pairings: attempted OCx2, 1x2, 3+4, 1xR (please don't hate me!) 5+M, slight 6+2.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, violence, OOC, AU, yaoi, lemon, incest, attempted NCS, death of minor characters but still graphic, loss of sanity by other minor characters, homophobia, bastardized Relena, language.

Notes: WARNING! This entire fic focuses on an incestuous relationship. If this offends you, too bad, I don't care. Just don't read it. Yes, I'm going to hell, how dare I, blah blah blah.

Summary: Heero and Duo are brothers, three years apart. From a very early age, Heero finds himself looking at his younger brother in ways other boys don't. This causes great problems for him, especially when he learns what `lust' is. But… what if Duo were to find out?

Prologue

 

Heero, nine years old, slowly crept into his little brother's room, not bothering to close the door behind him. He stealthily slid over to the bed and stared down at the slumbering boy. The bedside table clock read 3:30am. Duo's face was peaceful in sleep, unaware of his visitor. Heero gazed down upon him, over come with an alien feeling. He wanted to touch his little brother so badly, touch him in a way he knew was wrong, knew was a sin. Even if Duo were a girl, he would go to hell for it. But, as he gently caressed the smaller boy's cheek, he realized that he did not care. He kneeled down so that he could be face to face with him and, oddly, he wished that his little brother's eyes were open so he could see the pretty violets that often seemed to glow in the dark. His heart hammered in his chest as he leaned closer, hesitating only slightly, and pressed his lips against the sleeping boy's. His young nerves nearly exploded from the pleasure of feeling Duo's mouth against his. He reached and gently entwined his hand through his light, chestnut hair. His heart sped up as Duo's light moan vibrated against his lips and tongue. His other hand traveled lethargically, taking in every inch of Duo's body like he was blind. It pressed against him, gently, yet firmly, until it was settled right against the six year olds crotch. Suddenly, a larger hand grasped the back of his neck and roughly hauled him out of the room.

 

The rough hands grabbed at him and slammed him against the wall.

“What do you think you're doiiing?!” His mother screeched, “do you want to go to hell?! Well?! Do you?!” Heero drowned out her harsh slaps and yells. All he could think of was Duo, sleeping peacefully oblivious in his room. Duo, who would never know how he felt. He didn't care if he went to hell. He wanted to touch the one he loved. Even if he was his brother…

 

End Prologue