Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Hoobastank Conspiracy Arc #3: Pieces ❯ Chapter 3
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: KentraShinataku02 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
The Hoobastank Conspiracy Arc #3
Pieces: Part Three
Before he could register what was happening, his companion had strode across the room, pressing his palms flat against the plastic marble table top, just to the left of him. Jade eyes raged against his own indigo ones, splaying no visible façade except a powerful, demanding sense of confusion and long inlaid pain. His face was much closer than Duo was certain it needed to be, close enough that he could clearly distinguish faint reminders of battle and abuse, etched in the form of scar tissue on his face. Yet he didn't make any motion to back away or even ask Trowa to do so, he let those beautiful narrow eyes smolder a green fire into his own like a head on collision, too late to stop once it starts even though time seems to slow down for a single heartbeat.
"You hurt him," Trowa whispered, his warm breath glazing his skin. Duo felt the words' meaning more than he heard his voice. The gaze continued to assault him, now puncturing him in an accusing manner as Trowa cocked his head, only slightly. "I thought you loved Wufei.
The slender fingers attached to Trowa slithered slowly over the table top, clammy with pressure, until they fell into Duo's own upturned palms. That hand welcomed a new and foreign warmth and his own fingers entwined around Trowa's like vines on a trellis, without his own intellectual consent. The face, already hovering too far within his band of personal space shifted nearer so that the emerald shimmer in his eye was gone from view, but the heat whispering from the crevice of his lips danced against his ear lobe.
"You should know what it's like to be hurt, Duo."
Duo nodded mutely, wanting privately to draw back, to tell Trowa to leave him alone and stop fucking with his head, that he'd had enough already. But it seemed that his logical mind wasn't in control anymore. No, he had lost control the prior evening and had yet to regain it. Whatever was happening now was a mistake. He didn't want this. He wanted to have Wufei's loving arms wrapped firmly and amorously around him, his devoted fiancé who he loved so much. He wanted Wufei to tell him, to _show_ him that he didn't hate him, that he hadn't messed up so badly. That he wasn't such an appalling human being. He wanted Wufei's love so badly. And he had already messed everything up. But…
Something moist and warm, and purely sexual flickered along the ridges of his right ear, jolting his senses so that his thoughts of regret and longing for the one that he loved beyond everything became totally irrelevant, seemed to part tide to a solitary glimpse of pleasure. A shudder trickled down through his spine, seeming to slice straight through his body, and he leaned closer to Trowa.
Trowa, however, had already pulled back.
"Duo, you know what you've done to him," he offered a slight hesitation in his words, grazing his teeth as light as a feather's peaceful touch over his ear lobe, "why did you hurt him like that?"
Duo's eyelids fluttered, a voiceless plea for more of the furtive , alluring touches. Trowa's head retreated far enough for Duo to look him in the eye. That was too far away; Duo didn't want to see him, he wanted to _feel_ him.
"I didn't mean to hurt him," he gasped as Trowa's lips and tongue found the delicate skin just behind his hear, "I'm sorry, Wufei, I just want you to love me still… I don't want to lose you, I just want your love…"
The tantalizingly sweet lips worked down to his collar bone in such a way that he didn't even realize that slim, tender fingers had brushed the neck of his t-shirt aside.
"Are you really sorry?" the voice murmured. He wasn't entirely sure whose voice is was anymore, all that mattered were the practiced, somewhat delicate sensations.
"God, yes.. I'm sorry," he groaned, fire soaring through his body from the pert nipple that the slender fingers had discovered. "God, Wufei, I'm sorry… hnn.. so sorry…" The cotton t-shirt was lifted over his head with such refined elegance that if those pulsing, sultry lips left his skin for an instant, he couldn't have noticed.
"You're forgiven," hummed the tenor voice, streaming now from a position behind his back, "as long as you make it up to me."
He ignored his surroundings, not even recognizing his faceless companion. All that mattered were the blade-sharp, feather-delicate teeth scraping with more turbulent force across the sensitive skin clothing his shoulder blades, and the elegant trail of fingers burning with desire down his chest and abdomen, lacing themselves in a dance with the ties decorating the front of his sweatpants.
"Anything, I'll do anything," he moaned, realizing only too late that he was leaning forward, his chest supported by the plastic table top and was nude excepting the sweatpants shoved down around his knees. But realization slipped away virtually the moment it struck as a fingertip murmured caressingly over his entrance. Suddenly nothing seemed to matter more. It brushed past, again and again, driving Duo frantic and feral in lust and suspended passion.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" he hissed, trying to throw his hips back and settle the painful emptiness pleading within him.
"Lube…" the companion voice mused melodiously, no where near as panicked as his own. But Duo was growing far too edgy, and any shred of remaining patience evaded his sweaty grasp when more lithe fingers reached around him and began to run their nails along the underside of his erection, occasionally gliding padded fingertips over the head of his cock and stroking the length once lightly before returning to the tormenting touches.
"Fuck the lube, already, I don't need it," Duo growled, his chest and abdomen glued to the hard surface beneath him. He was aware of skin pressing down against his back, sticky with passion and searing with lust, of a pain edging into his opening, inch by inch instead of the initial forced thrust he would have preferred, to get the first rough inferno of pain over and move to the moment where pain melded into pleasure.
Once he was completely filled, what felt like an eternity later, feeling a body pressed firmly against his buttocks, all motion ceased within him, leaving him stranded between a strong, well-defined body and a very solid table without even enough free space to push back on the halted member inside of him. He released a slight whimper.
"Hm… what's that supposed to mean?" probed softly the voice breathing on the back of his neck, his braid pushed aside along his shoulder.
"Move, god dammit!" he hissed, fighting a fruitless struggle to let his own hips do the work.
The voice sounded a tiny hint of satisfaction against his skin, working lips and teeth to tease and drive Duo mad with anticipation. Slowly, the possessor of those lips complied, pulling back and shoving forward as leisurely and torturously as the first thrust had been. Duo had begun making wanton sounds of desire. His own ears were deaf to them, but his partner's were not, instigating his movements to a faster, desperate, frantic pace. The sensations melted together, the fingers and palm roughly pumping him on the outside, and the thick cock filling him completely on the inside, the hand digging fingernails into his hip and the mouth working marvelous sensations over his sensitive skin. Every motion, every touch drove him farther and farther past his own stretch of limitations, his moans and pleas and cries of pleasure and need driving his lover on. He felt as though he were flying high when he reached the peak of his orgasm. He cried out Wufei's name before he lost the aid of any remaining willing muscles and let his head fall to the plastic table. He remembered the aroma of burning eggs.
+
When he woke, he knew something was very wrong. He lay between dark, unfamiliar bed sheets in only his disheveled sweatpants, his braid half loose and tangled, and Wufei was no where to be found. He had nearly forgotten about the previous evening's discussion. All he knew was that he was covered in a damp, chilled sweat, was lonely for the love of his fiancé, and he had done something that he regretted immensely.
He dared a furtive glance around the room. Cherry wood carved into modern, smooth cut furniture, a navy blue comforter and deep, forest green sheets, no decorations but clothing scattered in random places on the floor and a contemporary clock displaying roman numerals on the nightstand, a dresser with an opened bottom drawer. There were three doors adorning the walls. The open one lead to a hallway and a set of stairs, one was a closet cracked open, a misplaced hanger obstructing it's hinges, and the other, closed, curtained a bathroom. Duo knew it was a bathroom because he had laid in this same bed before, he had been in the bathroom behind the caging door.
~/ "I don't want you to see me like this." /~
The words were etched into his mind, and Duo couldn't forget the pained embarrassment that colored Trowa's eyes from inside that room. Of course everything was so familiar, it was Trowa's house. Everything submerged at once. What had happened in the kitchen… just like old times, only without Heero around to force them, to watch them, to join in as he saw fit. Duo shuddered and sat up, leaning his sore shoulders against the heavy, elaborately carved wooden headboard behind him. He didn't move for a while, quite unsure and vaguely frightened of what exactly to do. He didn't want the embarrassment of confronting Trowa yet. Of course, it hadn't been their first time having sex, but Duo knew that he definitely hadn't been screaming _Trowa's_ name. All he really wanted to do was go to his fiancé's loving arms, a place he wasn't sure he'd ever be welcome again.
He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, but his hand only grasped material and a few crumpled dollar bills. Sweeping his gaze across the floor, he saw it discarded near the bed. He had to call Wufei, had to tell him that no matter what, no matter what he said or did, or who he was, he loved him and he always would. But what if Wufei would never take him back? What if he had already messed too much up?
He'd just have to take his chances.
As he scrambled to the floor to retrieve his phone, a rich, harmonious voice hacked through his thoughts from the man in the doorway.
"You should call your lover. He'll forgive you." Duo looked up at Trowa from the floor, eyes wide and embarrassment tinged his cheeks. "You can take a shower and stay here as long as you need to. I just think you should call him." Trowa shrugged.
And Duo knew that he was right.
End.
Pieces: Part Three
Before he could register what was happening, his companion had strode across the room, pressing his palms flat against the plastic marble table top, just to the left of him. Jade eyes raged against his own indigo ones, splaying no visible façade except a powerful, demanding sense of confusion and long inlaid pain. His face was much closer than Duo was certain it needed to be, close enough that he could clearly distinguish faint reminders of battle and abuse, etched in the form of scar tissue on his face. Yet he didn't make any motion to back away or even ask Trowa to do so, he let those beautiful narrow eyes smolder a green fire into his own like a head on collision, too late to stop once it starts even though time seems to slow down for a single heartbeat.
"You hurt him," Trowa whispered, his warm breath glazing his skin. Duo felt the words' meaning more than he heard his voice. The gaze continued to assault him, now puncturing him in an accusing manner as Trowa cocked his head, only slightly. "I thought you loved Wufei.
The slender fingers attached to Trowa slithered slowly over the table top, clammy with pressure, until they fell into Duo's own upturned palms. That hand welcomed a new and foreign warmth and his own fingers entwined around Trowa's like vines on a trellis, without his own intellectual consent. The face, already hovering too far within his band of personal space shifted nearer so that the emerald shimmer in his eye was gone from view, but the heat whispering from the crevice of his lips danced against his ear lobe.
"You should know what it's like to be hurt, Duo."
Duo nodded mutely, wanting privately to draw back, to tell Trowa to leave him alone and stop fucking with his head, that he'd had enough already. But it seemed that his logical mind wasn't in control anymore. No, he had lost control the prior evening and had yet to regain it. Whatever was happening now was a mistake. He didn't want this. He wanted to have Wufei's loving arms wrapped firmly and amorously around him, his devoted fiancé who he loved so much. He wanted Wufei to tell him, to _show_ him that he didn't hate him, that he hadn't messed up so badly. That he wasn't such an appalling human being. He wanted Wufei's love so badly. And he had already messed everything up. But…
Something moist and warm, and purely sexual flickered along the ridges of his right ear, jolting his senses so that his thoughts of regret and longing for the one that he loved beyond everything became totally irrelevant, seemed to part tide to a solitary glimpse of pleasure. A shudder trickled down through his spine, seeming to slice straight through his body, and he leaned closer to Trowa.
Trowa, however, had already pulled back.
"Duo, you know what you've done to him," he offered a slight hesitation in his words, grazing his teeth as light as a feather's peaceful touch over his ear lobe, "why did you hurt him like that?"
Duo's eyelids fluttered, a voiceless plea for more of the furtive , alluring touches. Trowa's head retreated far enough for Duo to look him in the eye. That was too far away; Duo didn't want to see him, he wanted to _feel_ him.
"I didn't mean to hurt him," he gasped as Trowa's lips and tongue found the delicate skin just behind his hear, "I'm sorry, Wufei, I just want you to love me still… I don't want to lose you, I just want your love…"
The tantalizingly sweet lips worked down to his collar bone in such a way that he didn't even realize that slim, tender fingers had brushed the neck of his t-shirt aside.
"Are you really sorry?" the voice murmured. He wasn't entirely sure whose voice is was anymore, all that mattered were the practiced, somewhat delicate sensations.
"God, yes.. I'm sorry," he groaned, fire soaring through his body from the pert nipple that the slender fingers had discovered. "God, Wufei, I'm sorry… hnn.. so sorry…" The cotton t-shirt was lifted over his head with such refined elegance that if those pulsing, sultry lips left his skin for an instant, he couldn't have noticed.
"You're forgiven," hummed the tenor voice, streaming now from a position behind his back, "as long as you make it up to me."
He ignored his surroundings, not even recognizing his faceless companion. All that mattered were the blade-sharp, feather-delicate teeth scraping with more turbulent force across the sensitive skin clothing his shoulder blades, and the elegant trail of fingers burning with desire down his chest and abdomen, lacing themselves in a dance with the ties decorating the front of his sweatpants.
"Anything, I'll do anything," he moaned, realizing only too late that he was leaning forward, his chest supported by the plastic table top and was nude excepting the sweatpants shoved down around his knees. But realization slipped away virtually the moment it struck as a fingertip murmured caressingly over his entrance. Suddenly nothing seemed to matter more. It brushed past, again and again, driving Duo frantic and feral in lust and suspended passion.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" he hissed, trying to throw his hips back and settle the painful emptiness pleading within him.
"Lube…" the companion voice mused melodiously, no where near as panicked as his own. But Duo was growing far too edgy, and any shred of remaining patience evaded his sweaty grasp when more lithe fingers reached around him and began to run their nails along the underside of his erection, occasionally gliding padded fingertips over the head of his cock and stroking the length once lightly before returning to the tormenting touches.
"Fuck the lube, already, I don't need it," Duo growled, his chest and abdomen glued to the hard surface beneath him. He was aware of skin pressing down against his back, sticky with passion and searing with lust, of a pain edging into his opening, inch by inch instead of the initial forced thrust he would have preferred, to get the first rough inferno of pain over and move to the moment where pain melded into pleasure.
Once he was completely filled, what felt like an eternity later, feeling a body pressed firmly against his buttocks, all motion ceased within him, leaving him stranded between a strong, well-defined body and a very solid table without even enough free space to push back on the halted member inside of him. He released a slight whimper.
"Hm… what's that supposed to mean?" probed softly the voice breathing on the back of his neck, his braid pushed aside along his shoulder.
"Move, god dammit!" he hissed, fighting a fruitless struggle to let his own hips do the work.
The voice sounded a tiny hint of satisfaction against his skin, working lips and teeth to tease and drive Duo mad with anticipation. Slowly, the possessor of those lips complied, pulling back and shoving forward as leisurely and torturously as the first thrust had been. Duo had begun making wanton sounds of desire. His own ears were deaf to them, but his partner's were not, instigating his movements to a faster, desperate, frantic pace. The sensations melted together, the fingers and palm roughly pumping him on the outside, and the thick cock filling him completely on the inside, the hand digging fingernails into his hip and the mouth working marvelous sensations over his sensitive skin. Every motion, every touch drove him farther and farther past his own stretch of limitations, his moans and pleas and cries of pleasure and need driving his lover on. He felt as though he were flying high when he reached the peak of his orgasm. He cried out Wufei's name before he lost the aid of any remaining willing muscles and let his head fall to the plastic table. He remembered the aroma of burning eggs.
+
When he woke, he knew something was very wrong. He lay between dark, unfamiliar bed sheets in only his disheveled sweatpants, his braid half loose and tangled, and Wufei was no where to be found. He had nearly forgotten about the previous evening's discussion. All he knew was that he was covered in a damp, chilled sweat, was lonely for the love of his fiancé, and he had done something that he regretted immensely.
He dared a furtive glance around the room. Cherry wood carved into modern, smooth cut furniture, a navy blue comforter and deep, forest green sheets, no decorations but clothing scattered in random places on the floor and a contemporary clock displaying roman numerals on the nightstand, a dresser with an opened bottom drawer. There were three doors adorning the walls. The open one lead to a hallway and a set of stairs, one was a closet cracked open, a misplaced hanger obstructing it's hinges, and the other, closed, curtained a bathroom. Duo knew it was a bathroom because he had laid in this same bed before, he had been in the bathroom behind the caging door.
~/ "I don't want you to see me like this." /~
The words were etched into his mind, and Duo couldn't forget the pained embarrassment that colored Trowa's eyes from inside that room. Of course everything was so familiar, it was Trowa's house. Everything submerged at once. What had happened in the kitchen… just like old times, only without Heero around to force them, to watch them, to join in as he saw fit. Duo shuddered and sat up, leaning his sore shoulders against the heavy, elaborately carved wooden headboard behind him. He didn't move for a while, quite unsure and vaguely frightened of what exactly to do. He didn't want the embarrassment of confronting Trowa yet. Of course, it hadn't been their first time having sex, but Duo knew that he definitely hadn't been screaming _Trowa's_ name. All he really wanted to do was go to his fiancé's loving arms, a place he wasn't sure he'd ever be welcome again.
He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, but his hand only grasped material and a few crumpled dollar bills. Sweeping his gaze across the floor, he saw it discarded near the bed. He had to call Wufei, had to tell him that no matter what, no matter what he said or did, or who he was, he loved him and he always would. But what if Wufei would never take him back? What if he had already messed too much up?
He'd just have to take his chances.
As he scrambled to the floor to retrieve his phone, a rich, harmonious voice hacked through his thoughts from the man in the doorway.
"You should call your lover. He'll forgive you." Duo looked up at Trowa from the floor, eyes wide and embarrassment tinged his cheeks. "You can take a shower and stay here as long as you need to. I just think you should call him." Trowa shrugged.
And Duo knew that he was right.
End.