Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Sea in I ❯ XIX ( Chapter 19 )

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Warnings: Angst, death, violence, NCS (not too descriptive) present, so don't read if the content is too upsetting. Mpreg in the next chapters.

Pairings: 1x2/2x1, and the pen dabbles around a bit

 

Thank you guys for reading ^_^ Input/feedback is much appreciated

 

AN: Oh! I hope Jirrad doesn't sound really old because Duo keeps referring to him as 'old man,' which he sort of is, but he's actually only 57ish, built like a healthy 40 -something fellow.

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the sexies in Gundam Wing AC, I just love to help them live a little.
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XIX

 

“Why are you here?”

 

“To help you of course.”

 

“All I see is you flapping your trap.” But it didn't do any good. Jirrad gave him a patient look and began again.

 

“Like yesterday, it's all about focus. Concentrate-”

 

What happened? He half heard what the old man was saying. He'd tried, just for the hell of it, to wield - to call to it and nothing happened. He didn't know why he bothered, except he remembered being able to do that much in the mountains and a blurry moment with Treize. Even if he could, he felt like something was blocking him and it was tied to her. Setting her free again was the last thing on his mind; especially since there seemed to be a connection between her and the old man. It was too intimate to be something between a father and child. Jirrad was too set on bringing her back.

 

I won't. His teeth clenched on the thought.

 

He wouldn't have to be here dealing with the pressed old man if Treize had shown up. But from what the acolytes imparted to him, the ginger haired captain hadn't been seen for days.

 

If it wasn't for that, Duo would've been left to believe Treize had betrayed him when he woke up the morning of their planned escape and found himself in a different room. The room was circular with four high evenly spaced windows that were no bigger than his head and barely as wide as his shoulders. It had three doors, one leading to another room which he couldn't open, the washroom and the main door leading out into the guard filled hallway. There was a long, cushioned stump of a chair along the wall with a low back, like it was meant to be laid upon and not for sitting. It rested between the main door and a set of broad balcony doors where Jirrad had the table moved to, if Duo moved it, every time he came to talk to him about wielding. The only thing he did figure out was that his room was really high up and near the back of the palace-temple.

 

Since he'd awoken in his new quarters, he'd tried to find ways to pass or trick the guards at the door to let him out but they were immovable. Later, Jirrad would come and try to coax him into eating while he began these little teaching sessions. Jirrad would keep up with the prattle until he started asking for an acolyte, a monk, the cook, a beggar - anyone who wasn't a lackey to the monarch and this white haired commander. Somewhere around Duo's fiftieth request, Jirrad would bow out from their lessons.

 

An acolyte, Duo didn't know or hadn't seen in Hilde or Sophil's company, would enter after Jirrad departed with a soldier at her side to hear his requests. Sometimes he could charm them to bring something small and easily concealed like unpeeled fruit but that stopped when the soldiers started searching them before they came to him. Then he'd have the respite of Relena's private section of the bathing chambers before he was detained in the room once more. It was a predictable a pattern he had come to depend on, but he should have known better than to trust patterns. Especially since he made a habit of breaking them and others things regularly.

 

“-it's like breathing really. With time, you'll be able to wield on instinct without the slightest bit of conscious thought. In comparison,-”

 

It was late in the afternoon, long past the time Jirrad usually stayed but the old man was still sitting at the table with his thumb poised to turn the page of the book he was reading. Duo shunned the food set out for him, “I told you before. I can't do what you ask!” Duo crossed his arms over his chest, trying to quell his rising unease.

 

“-earning. Try calling it to you as you would someone you know.”

 

“Right.” Duo watched the old man sitting across from him, the book now half open with his thumb as a bookmark, a half eaten sandwich and a cup of something herbal in front of him. He never ate anything that was brought for him and stole what he could of Jirrad's leftovers but he was starting to think that it was drugged too.

 

“It's a part of you. Focus it and feel it build at a central point like in your hand-”

 

Duo held back his sigh. He had less than a handful of bread left, it helped little without water. He watched Jirrad sip the warm herbal brew in his cup out the corner of his eye. He rubbed at the hunger cramp in his stomach and shifted in his chair to detract from the action. The smell was getting to him, making his mouth water more. He bit his lip and averted his eyes to the balcony doors.

 

“Why are you keeping me here?” If he was still in Relena's rooms, even with guards trailing him, he would've easily gotten his own food. Maybe even bribed the cook for one of her freshly baked meat rolls she usually prepared around this time. And water. He used to get his water from the faucet in the washroom but Jirrad had the water shut off, leaving the toilet as the only source of water into his room.

 

He sure as hell wasn't drinking from the toilet.

 

Rain wasn't an option either because it was a rare occurrence in Maheran. Even if it did, the windows were so high up on the wall that he had to stand on the table to reach it and then they only opened enough for him to stick a hand through. He already tried breaking the balcony doors but it was the same as in Relena's room.

 

“You are very precious, Amadahy. I'm sure being mauled by our people can be… upsetting at times. Though it is out of their devotion and love for you, the One, that they seek you so.” Jirrad regarded him with an adoring and smitten expression.

 

It made him sick to his stomach. “That doesn't explain why I can't leave this room. None of them tried to harm me and I'm not ill.”

 

Jirrad frowned, looking sincere in his concern, “But you are fatigued and weakened, Amadahy. Always so willful, but you can't fool me. You have no appetite when-”

 

“Cut the shit. You know damn well why I'm not eating that.” Duo glared at him.

 

Jirrad looked sorrowful, “Ama-”

 

“That's not my name!” Duo snapped, glaring hotly at Jirrad.

 

Jirrad smirked, pushing his plate toward Duo, “Then what would you have me call you, my One?”

 

“Not that either,” he pushed the plate back over to him. He'd make the little he had left stretch. “The title belongs to Relena and has nothing to do with me.” Duo narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, pushing his untouched plate nearly off the table, “There must be something seriously screwed up in your head for you to be calling me a girl's name. I sure as hell don't have tits! I ain't taking Relena's place or anybody's for you.”

 

“You are Amadahy.”

 

Duo hit the table with the butt of his fist, “I'm not! I know who I am! No matter how many times you call me by that name, I'll never be her!”

 

Jirrad frowned at him, grabbing Duo's fist with his left hand. “You are…” Jirrad leaned forward, bearing down on it when Duo tried to pull away and stared, unwaveringly, into his eyes. “You are, when you're not you.”

 

Jirrad's intense gaze chilled him. The thought of losing himself to the being inside him stunned him into silence. He blinked. His trapped hand felt like it wasn't his and a stomach-turning, crawling sting spread from his clenched fingers the longer Jirrad held his hand. There was something off and wrong about it.

 

“Amadahy,” Jirrad leaned further across the table, much too close and attempting to get closer.

 

“Don't touch me!” Duo spat, quickly twisting free of Jirrad's hold and dropping back onto his seat.

 

Jirrad reached for him, but Duo pulled his hands into his lap. Irritated, he tried to rub away the tingling sting that crept up the back of his hand and into his wrist. The feeling wouldn't go away no matter how much he rubbed at it. Duo stood, pivoting on one foot to face the balcony doors. He had the sudden need for the bathing chamber, “When will the acolytes come to retrieve me?”

 

“There's no reason to concern yourself with them. The things you require will be brought to you from now on.”

 

Duo stiffened, leveling the white haired man seated across from him with a loathsome glare, “I'm not staying in here. I'll have use of the facilities like everyone else. You can have that Captain of yours, Trey or something, escort me. He seems prestigious enough that it won't look too bad on your behalf. Wouldn't want the masses to find out how you've imprisoned me now? Being the One-”

 

Jirrad laughed, a resentful bellow that he cut short as he sat forward, white hair spilling across his shoulders. “You'd prefer anyone…” He rested his joined hands on the table and smiled ruefully at Duo, “to me, that it? Well, any soldier or acolyte may serve as your guards and servants, my One.”

 

He's done something to them... Duo moved cautiously away from his side of the table. The bed was directly behind him and he wasn't trying to go there. “This is senseless! What use am I to you?! I told you before that I can't call to it or do anything with it! You should be happy it's gone. It was dangerous. It…” Duo caught an odd glint in Jirrad's eyes and knew it for what it was, “You knew something was wrong... You knew what she wanted!”

 

The smile slipped from Jirrad's face, “She spoke to you? How…Does she remember? Let me speak with her?”

 

Duo shook his head, not hearing all Jirrad said. “No wonder… Then you keep coming in here spewing that mess, like I'm really supposed to believe you want to teach <i>me</i> anything! It's her you want. She's the reason.” Duo gestured irately toward him and his untouched food, “Drugging me and you think I wouldn't have noticed. I'm not stupid. She ain't coming back if I can help it. I'll starve before I touch any of it!”

 

Jirrad remained where he was, looking thoughtfully at the food on the table. “No matter what you do to Heero, that boy or me, it won't change the fact that I can't wield! There's no point in keeping them.”

 

Jirrad chuckled, flat slate gray eyes rolling in their sockets to settle fully on him. “You're right.” Jirrad smiled broadly, “You feel them don't you?”

 

Duo bit his lip, resisting the urge to touch his chest at the familiar curl there that he had come to accept as Heero.

 

“No need to answer. But it's in my best interest that they remain where they are and they'll remain relatively unharmed with your cooperation.”

 

Duo cursed under his breath, “What cooperation!? You damn loon! I'm not going to stand here and talk in circles with you.”

 

Jirrad looked him over, his teeth perfect but somehow sharper than they were moments before. He knew that telling the old man that over and over again was dangerous but the urge to get to Heero was stronger now. He had to get to the lower levels of the temple. He needed to be with Heero.

 

If I can just get to Heero, together we could… he stumbled a step at the flush of heat that swept through him. There was something going on within him as he tried and failed at pushing back the urgent need that was starting to impair his judgment. He needed to know why Jirrad was still sitting there. He tramped down on it, rubbing his forehead as the unease he felt earlier returned. He glanced at the old man, whose flat eyes were drinking up his every move or facial expression.

 

No matter how many tantrums he threw or how many times he'd tried to escape this room, the menacing but accepting old man never laid a hand on him in retaliation. He just sat, stood or stared at him. Whenever he could get close enough, Jirrad made it a point to check or touch the scar on Duo's back and shoulder. It didn't help that all of Relena's clothes, including the tunics that had somehow migrated into the room with him, left his shoulder and most of his shoulder blade exposed. There was no adjusting it, so he made sure to never turn his back on Jirrad.

 

Duo stopped the next shudder before it could take hold of him under Jirrad's watchful gaze. He glared, fingers itching to braid his hair -another liberty Jirrad took while he slept. The old man had unbraided his hair several times since he'd woken in this room. Because of this, he'd settled for pulling it into a tight pony tail at the back of his neck and slept lightly like he'd done most of his life in the alleys and on the streets.

 

Then it occurred to him, Jirrad was waiting. Just like all the people in Maheran seemed to be waiting.

 

He's old. Duo attempted to assuage the nervous tickle in the back of his mind and unconsciously squeezed the hand that Jirrad had held captive earlier, Definitelycan't let him touch me again.

 

Duo looked to the balcony doors, while watching Jirrad's unreadable face. Duo didn't bother going over the layout of the room again, there was nowhere to run. The washroom was out of the question, with no way to lock or block the door. Duo returned to his abandoned chair across from the white haired man, sitting on the chair's arm instead and rested his arm across its back. He slouched back enough to lean on that arm. There was nothing left but to face him head-on.

 

Jirrad arched a brow at him, his mouth quirking up at the corners. “What cooperation, you asked...”

 

Duo followed Jirrad as he stood and trailed his fingers across the table's surface. Jirrad walked slowly around his side of the table and toward him. It was a stalk, but it held none of the sensual appeal it had when Heero had done it. Duo knew if he could glare any harder, he would set the old man on fire. He wished he could set him aflame for even being in the room with him. He gritted his teeth and did his best to affect a calm façade, his arm relaxed so it wouldn't give him away.

 

Duo's heart sped up the closer Jirrad came. Everything in him was telling him to run before Jirrad got any closer but he fought off his instincts. He had a plan and he was sticking to it. Jirrad was steps away when Duo bounced to his feet, took the chair in both hands and smashed it across the old man's shoulder and side. Duo kept hitting him until all that left in his hands was the two sides of the chair's back.

 

Panting, Duo threw down the splintered piece near Jirrad's balled up form and ran for the door. He was going to use the other piece like a club on the guards as he skidded, in his soft-soled shoes, to stop just behind the door and waited.

 

The door remained closed.

 

He glanced nervously back at Jirrad who had risen up on his elbows, his white hair covering his face. Duo didn't want to chance waiting any longer, he grabbed the handle and pulled.

 

Nothing happened.

 

He used the chair fragment, pushing it through the handle of the door and braced his foot on the wall beside handle then pulled. The door wouldn't budge. He cursed, looking for something else he could use when a shoulder barreled into his back and knocked him into the door.

 

Winded, Duo felt his tunic yanked up and his bandages ripped from his left side. He jerked underneath the pressure in the center of his back and started at the press of fingers to his wound. Jirrad was tracing curled shapes over and around the rigid, healing flesh. He vaguely remembered Quatre's fingers drawing similar shapes on his skin. Jirrad's breathy chuckle entered his ear.

 

“Get off me!” Duo drove his elbow back into the surprisingly hard stomach, Jirrad just pressed him harder into the door.

 

“Are you worried about an `old man' like me?” He felt fingers dip below the waist band of his pants, tracing skin there then move up to the inside of his hip. He stomped on Jirrad's foot and got shoved into the door for the effort.

 

“What will you do to make me move?” Jirrad taunted, running his fingers over Duo's hip again and then pressing his thumb against the wound on his left side.

 

Duo winced from the pressure, afraid Jirrad would reopen the wound. Pain raced up his spine as the pressure increased, he pressed his body closer to door in hopes of easing it some. Jirrad yanked him around and away from the door. Duo ducked away in a spin of his own but Jirrad was there, blocking him then pushing him back until he tripped and fell. Duo flinched, hands outstretched in front of him expecting to hit the hard stone floor but his hands slid across a familiar silky surface and he bounced against the bed instead.

 

“I waited,” hot breath bathed his ear in the next dizzy moment. Duo jerked his head back forcing Jirrad to pull back or risk losing teeth. Jirrad pushed him back down on to his stomach, his hand pushing his face into the bedding. “But you kept pushing her away, didn't you?! You won't let her come back to me.”

 

Duo struggled under Jirrad's hold but managed to turn his face to the side, “Get off of me! This will get you no where!” Duo growled through gritted teeth, while he tried to pull Jirrad's hand off his head and push him off at the same time.

 

“You made her leave and now you won't give her back to me.” Jirrad didn't acknowledge anything he said. His voice dropped to a whisper as he continued to trace Duo's wound. “The mark is still light. Lighter than Millardo's had been but Treize ruined that. Missed chance…” Jirrad chuckled lowly and Duo watched him nod to himself. The laugh had a crazed and desolate edge to it that made Duo regret not taking the rest of the chair and knocking Jirrad across the head with it.

 

“You delusional fuck! Get off!”

 

“It says you're not ready but I won't lose another opportunity like you. I'll make you leave and she'll have to come back to me...” Jirrad muttered as he rubbed bloody spittle from the corner of his mouth and eyed him in a discomforting way.

 

Duo found himself flipped over, too disoriented by Jirrad's lingering touch on his head to move like he wanted. He sluggishly crawled backward across the large bed while Jirrad stared off.

 

 

Jirrad's head dropped forward and he stared at him, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, “I'll make you ready.”

 

Duo's eyes widened briefly before settling into a glare he directed at Jirrad, who was kneeling on the bed before him, “Like hell, you old geezer!”

 

Duo kicked at him, but Jirrad caught his foot with a smirk. “Trying to avoid touching me? You felt that too, hmm?” He twisted it, putting pressure on the joint as he used it to yank Duo down the bed and back to him.

 

“Your cooperation…” Duo kicked him in the face, but Jirrad only tightened his grip on Duo's captive ankle and caught the other one. He pressed it down into the bed and quickly pinned it with his bent leg to block Duo's fist. He choked on a laugh and spat off the side of the bed, “Your cooperation would have spared you this for one thing. The food would have left you docile but I see that even then you would've held her back with a will as strong as hers. Less time wasted though, I can still utilize you even if you can't wield or be obedient.” Jirrad smiled widely, showing Duo he hadn't been imagining the sharp teeth he'd glimpsed before. All of them were covered with a reddish film and four were longer than the rest. “You will serve as my bearer and give to us what should have been.”

 

“Ne-!” Duo's protest was cut short as Jirrad leaned over him. Duo fell back, rucking up and pulling at the bedding trying to get away despite the pain in his ankle and the weight on his leg.

 

Jirrad viciously applied more pressure to the joint and Duo gritted his teeth against the pain. Duo pulled at the hand on his ankle in an attempt to make him ease the pressure. Jirrad grabbed his hair and used it to pull his head back down to the bed and to keep him from head butting him. Duo worked his other leg free and pushed Jirrad back enough to knee him in his side.

 

Jirrad jerked back. Duo whipped him across the face with his knuckles then punched him several more times. Until he felt Jirrad's nose crunch under his fist and he heard Jirrad's teeth snap shut from the force of the blows. He followed it up with another knee jab to the chest and finally a kick to the stomach that Jirrad was too slow to block, sending the white haired man reeling backwards to land awkwardly on his side. Duo scrambled away, catching gray slivers glancing up to him while he labored for breath with his arm bracing his stomach. Duo kicked him again for good measure, leaving Jirrad on his side coughing with bloody spit dribbling from his mouth.

 

“I'll kill the old bastard if you guys don't come in here and take him out!” Duo shouted and shuffled across the tangled sheets on his knees, tripping over them as he went. Duo jerked, suddenly, pain blooming from the center of his back and spreading across his shoulder blades. Too stunned to even try to catch himself, he saw the floor rushing up at him then it stopped in a flash of white hot pain from his head that rivaled the pain in his back. Jirrad yanked him back onto the bed by his hair, the band snapped under the stress, popping him in the back of his neck. A small pain drowned out by the swift cuff he received to the side of his face.

 

“Kill me? Really?!” It came over a wheezed chuckle and Duo fought with the old man who struggled to pull him under him. Duo gave back nearly as many of blows Jirrad gave him, but the man's years took none of his strength away. Jirrad struck him hard across the ear, stunning him and jerked him around until he was pinned under the bulk of his body. Returning pain in his scalp joined the deafening ring in his ear as Jirrad twisted the hair in his hand and pulled it taut at the top of his head.

 

Duo could hear his heart racing in his ears. He tried to bring a hand up but Jirrad caught it and pinned it under one of his knees. He tried to work it free but Jirrad only bared down on it more until he stopped moving it.

 

Jirrad forced his head to the side and traced the rapidly thumping vein in Duo's neck. Duo gritted his teeth, pushing him back with his free hand and watched him through the corner of his eye. Jirrad turned him to face him and Duo spat in his face.

 

Jirrad smiled unaffected, bending down to wipe his face clean in Duo's hair. Jirrad said nothing, pinching Duo's wind pipe with his left hand and added pressure until Duo stopped struggling.

 

Duo scowled, refusing to untwist his hand from Jirrad's rumpled tunic and dug his fingernails into the old man's shoulder when Jirrad tried to get closer.

 

“Perfect.” Jirrad laughed out. “Defiant, even now.” He eased up on the pressure on Duo's throat, and then trailed his hand down his neck and along his collar bone.

 

Duo frowned as the tense muscles of his neck began to relax when they shouldn't. Duo's eyes went wide as he tried to speak and Jirrad gripped the bottom of his chin. Duo jerked once, his whole body a strung bow, before his body didn't respond to him anymore. Jirrad released his hair with a gentleness he'd shown little of in his maneuvering of him onto the bed. Duo stared up at him, helpless and furious.

 

Jirrad smiled at him, his lip split, his nose crooked and bloody as a red smattering of bruises spread and darken across his face. But Jirrad kept smiling as if it were nothing. Duo glared, his breathing labored as the pain from his own wounds and bruises made themselves known to him. His breathing hitched when the pain was combined with a burning sensation from all the places Jirrad had touched him. Duo shook, the burning sensation was greatest where Jirrad still held his chin. He broke out in a sweat, his skin crawl and felt like it had split open as stomach churned threateningly. He loathed the feel of it, Jirrad's touch and the deaden emptiness that followed it.

 

Jirrad kissed him then and Duo flinched or tried to with his body twitching in none of the right places. He felt his stomach roil at the tongue in his mouth and his jaw quivered as he willed it to snap shut so he could bite off the invader.

 

Jirrad sat back and stared down at Duo's pale face, unmarred except for the bruises on his chin and the reddening mark cover the side of his temple to his ear. “I think I'll keep you,” Jirrad remarked then kissed him again.

 

There was blood in his mouth but there was something off about it, like Jirrad's eyes and hands. He snapped forward, his body quaking as he unintentionally head butted Jirrad, knocking the old man onto his back. Duo's mouth opened in a silent scream, air bursting from his throat as each muscle twitched and tighten in response to everything he'd wanted to do but couldn't before. He could see Jirrad lying stunned on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Duo tried to move but his body wasn't responding to him. He closed his eyes, shaking in place as his brows furrowed from the strain.

 

Move! Move damn it! Blood seeped from his lip and out the corner of his mouth, he could hardly feel the pain. He could move the fingers of one hand and fist the other while the tremors in his body began to subside enough for him to move.

 

But the time it took for him to regain some control was enough time for Jirrad come back to himself. Duo squawked in frustration and lost control of his body again. He fell back onto the bed and felt pressure where Jirrad pressed down on the center of his chest.

 

His left hand! Duo realized, jerkily trying to dislodge the hand as the man swayed above him.

 

“You basta-bastard!” Duo cursed him, his voice leaving him again with the burning spread of heat from Jirrad's hand. He swung at him with his fist and Jirrad caught it easily, forcing it down and above his head. Duo lost control of it half way to the pillow as tears from the exertion, frustration and more escaped down the sides of his face. He made choked sound when his body acquiesced to Jirrad's will.

 

Suppressed! Why suppress me now when he could've done it any time before? The drugs, the watching, the taunting…! He screamed and raged in his head until he couldn't think complete thoughts anymore. Duo's mind became sluggish and nearly as unresponsive as the rest of his body from the fog encroaching on his mind. Soon he'd be robbed of all thought, but it stopped and Jirrad lifted his hand from his chest. Duo blinked and Jirrad smiled down at him.

 

“I like the look in your eyes.” He offered in explanation and Duo wanted to bite the thumb off the scared hand that sent numb needle pricks across his lower lip. He wished that he'd done more damage to that hand the first time Jirrad had used it on him.

 

Duo glared his hatred and his body jerked slightly in uncoordinated twitches. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his head.

 

Jirrad leaned down and licked the side of his temple. “Heero got to you first then, but not in every way it seems.” Jirrad whispered while he leaned over him and pressed his knee between Duo's legs. Jirrad's right hand carded through his bangs but wasn't having any effect on him, “Good thing, I'm part of the family.”

 

Duo could hear the amusement in his voice and tried to figure out what he meant because Jirrad was not related to Heero even though they were the same kind of shape shifter. He squinted, his brow and cheek twitching in as much of a flinch he could manage while Jirrad's teeth worried the top of his ear. He felt the heat from Jirrad's mouth before the man's voice filled his ear, “We'll have powerful heirs, Amadahy.”

 

Duo gave him a confused look, but Jirrad said nothing more, arranging his arms and legs to his liking. Duo felt a wave of nausea at the feel of the man's hands across his stomach coupled with the pain of Jirrad's touch. He thought for a moment he would pass out from the roil of emotions trapped inside his own head. He let himself drift as the loose tunic he wore was ripped open and the trousers removed.

 

All he could hear now was his own heart and its rapid beat pounding through his head. One leg hooked at the knee over Jirrad's shoulder and felt thumbs rubbed a strange but sensitive place between his balls and anus. The tingle of pleasure was soon replaced with sharp spikes of pain the more Jirrad pressed on the same area. He knew there was nothing but skin, but the old man kept at it. Then all thought was chased from his mind by shearing pain. Things shook around them and Duo cracked open a blurry eye to see a bloody blade land near his elbow and felt the slickness of the warm blade when his elbowed moved over it.

 

I moved it! Even though it was a small movement, he managed to do it again and suddenly he felt tired. My... elbow! He fought off the weariness that tried to pull him under and shook, attempting to move it again.

 

“There's no water here!” Jirrad goaded breathlessly with a laugh, intent on the body before him. Duo blocked the feel Jirrad's hands stroking down his sides, and bit his lip as the man's thumbs first rubbed then dug into his hips as he lifted him. “This time it will work, Amadahy.” The man reveled in the comfort of his own voice.

 

Duo gritted his teeth, determined to get his own form of comfort from cutting Jirrad's throat with that blade. Duo managed a small, but shaky movement that put him on top of it. A scream tore free of his throat as pain, the likes he'd never felt before, ripped him open. Jirrad moved over him and Duo fisted the sheets until he could scream no more.

 

The blade was forgotten. He went limp soon after, his body burning and darkness hovering on the ends of everything. He wanted the darkness to swallow him, but Jirrad's left hand kept bringing him back. It made him ride on the pain until Jirrad stopped touching him with it. Duo's eyes rolled upward, leaving only the whites visible under trembling lids. He could no longer hear Jirrad's grunts or feel his breath on his skin as darkness swept away his sight and stole his consciousness.

 

Tbc…