Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of a Coin ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimers: Don't own anything and should anything in this fic be overly familiar, then I assure you that that is not mine either.

 

Warnings: yaoi, violence, character-torture, oocness and -ahhhh! Why can't I beat out this concept from my fic?!!! --- male-preg.

 

Ratings: NC-17 for the sex

 

AU

 

Chapter 4 --- Heero and Duo

 

“I do not accept.”

 

Heero paused due to the interruption. He had only begun speaking, talking about conceding Srafia to Methru, but he had not even gone that far before he was interrupted. He knew that Duo would not accept. What could Srafia offer that Methru could not easily take through trade or make on its own?

 

Srafia is a relatively small kingdom, but rich mainly because of the abundant gifts of the land. That was all though. It has no strength that it could boast of or pit against its much stronger neighbors, like Methru for instance which almost surrounds the small kingdom. Heero had been certain that Srafia would have long been attacked by other kingdoms if not for the involuntary protection that Methru had offered them.

 

Oh, Heero knew that his kingdom has a weapon, keeping it within himself now, but none of his ancestors except for the earlier ones when Wing Zero was brought to them could control the entity entirely. Wing Zero came from Gaia after all, and its gifts of healing and prosperity is bound to the oath that it will never be used for conquer or such things that are related to it. The royal family of Srafia had long broken its oath, having degenerated into a great lust of power, doing anything except proclaiming outward war. But the Wing Zero continued to bring them prosperity, if not healing.

 

Heero stared at the tall, large man before him, long chestnut hair tumbling down silk covered broad shoulders to brown leather clad thighs. Heero's eyes followed that luxuriant hair, still amazed by it as he was five years ago when he first saw it. Finally, he reluctantly met the other man's violet eyes, reading anger, betrayal and lust burning through them. Try as he might, he could no longer see the respect and love that it used to hold for him many months ago.

 

“What do you want then?”

 

Duo stalked towards where he is sitting, the rugs muffling his long strides. The long-haired man folded one knee, kneeling in front of him to reach out a pale finger to touch his cheek gently, at first. The long finger traced his jaw, its gentleness a mere deception as his chin was painfully gripped, forcing him to raise his head and look into the burning eyes.

 

“You know what I want.” The voice held dark amusement, a touch of violence, and finally, deep, deep longing. The dark amusement lifted the lips into mirthless unpleasantness. “Cut through the chase please.”

 

Yes. He knew what Duo want. He hoped that it wouldn't be so, hoping that Duo wouldn't do this to him, to the both of them. Heero sighed inwardly, anger and anguish warring within him. The anger is directed to himself, but a part of it goes to Duo, for being such an idiot so as to doubt him. The anguish --- Heero recalled the proverbial two-sided coin again, the love that he knew has now turned into hate, deep, soul darkening hate that made the warm, boisterous man he knew into this dark, angry being intent on revenge, on making him feel the pain that he had undergone ever since his lover left him.

 

Except that Heero felt it too, the deep, constricting pain in his heart, the longing of his body and soul for the one person who showed him kindness and love, who asked for nothing except that he love him back. And Heero did not find this too hard to do, even tried to fight it but failed.

 

All his life, everyone seems to ask him for something, even the people who claimed to love him, especially them actually. His sister and mother, begging him to be strong for them because they couldn't; Master J and his people, telling him to perform his duties, to meet their expectations. He heeded them all, and he succeeded well, until five years ago when he ended on Methru and the Shinigami's care, who became his friend, brother, and lover…

 

“Yes,” Heero muttered as the hand beneath his face tightened further, impatient for his obvious reply. But looking at Duo's face, Heero saw uncertainty flicker there. Idiot, he wanted to say, still doubting him.

 

“I… hmphh…”

 

“Good.”

 

Duo purred the word, then his head descended to take the full lips harshly, invading the moist cavern ruthlessly, hard, impatient tongue feeling even teeth and moist skin. Heero remained still. He did not even try to respond, knowing that it is unneeded, since Duo is intent on taking whatever he could. He felt himself being sucked, long fingers tangling with his hair to hold his head still, while the other hand held his cheek. Heero wanted to respond, but Duo beat down his tongue into submission, wanting Heero to merely accept the savage assault.

 

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had began, with both men gasping for breath. Then the hand on Heero's hair tightened, forcing Heero to hiss as his hair was clutched painfully.

 

“The ceremony will be held at Methru,” Duo whispered into his lips. Heero froze. What ceremony? He was answered soon enough with a possessive, jealous tone.

 

“No one would dare touch you again once you become my consort.”

 

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Heero could only stare. At the handsome features twisted into a dark grin at what must be his shocked expression. He couldn't prevent it though. He had been expecting a lot of things; Duo's anger, Solo's seemingly easy acceptance, the need for him to offer his own freedom before this furious, distrustful king, but ot be his consort?!

 

Duo chuckled, not truly amused as he followed each emotion that barely flitted across the porcelain face. Heero had been presuming, he mused, knowing that the slender man expected him to make some sort of move to claim him, presumably making him his slave.

 

“Ah, Heero. Don't be so disappointed,” he drawled, “being my consort is not a bad thing…” he allowed his hands to roam down the other man's chest, seeking for an opening to touch bare skin, “it's much like being my slave really,” his two hands found what they were looking for and pinched the now nubs painfully, forcing a hiss to pass the other man's red-bruised lips. Another dark smile as he continued to toy with Heero's nipples until they grew hard from all the attention. Then the hands withdrew as Duo stood up, pulling Heero along with him.

 

“Remove your clothes,” he ordered, then, “Don't push your luck, prince,” as Heero did not move.

 

Unwillingly, Heero did as he was told slowly, then much faster when he saw the look on Duo's face, and wondered if he seemd as if he was putting on a show such as pleasure girls do. He felt both indignant and saddened at the thought and at what Duo is doing, although he felt the stirring of desire within him at the thought of joining with this man whom he had been longing for while with his parents' murderer. He is finally naked, Duo watching him with half-lidded eyes, desire, lust and the need to make him suffer burning through his body.

 

Duo motioned him to move towards the bed which is separated from where they stood with flimsy, white curtains. Heero complied stiffly, but once he stood in front of the vast, black silk-covered bed, he couldn't help hesitating. He had been expecting this too, but now that he is before it, he found himself unable to do it. This act asks him to give in docilely, something that he had not been except for the initial time when Duo was still teaching him three years ago, that he had never been with Sloane. His pride and sense of preservation, no matter how low it has sunk during the past month, couldn't accept this, especially from the man that he had loved.

“Duo…” he tried, then stopped when two arms snaked behind him to clasp him tightly against s broad chest. “I have loved you,” the words were murmured to his hair, almost tenderly, “Why did you do it?”

 

Heero sighed, visibly this time. His indignation and anger had suddenly gone, to be replaced by patience and the ever-present love. He drew upon those emotions now to help him explain, to make this man understand. “I had to. I have a duty, Duo, and…” the arms tightened until they are painful, constricting his breath and preventing him to speak.

 

“Duty?” Duo growled. “What kind of duty is this that asks you to whore yourself,” Heero flinched but Duo continued, “to your sister's husband and to other men?”

 

“I have not…” the vice-like hold let up, and Duo turned Heero suddenly.

 

“No. I don't need your explanations. I had enough of those.”

 

“You never listened,” Heero whispered, but Duo ignored him, coming down for another kiss. He willingly opened his lips, but Duo ignored the offering, continuing to take what was given forcibly. Like the last kiss, this one has no tenderness in it, and by the time that it ended, Heero's lower lip is bleeding, and they felt like burning.

 

Duo ignored it all, too intent on taking what he possessively believes is his. Before Heero could stop it, he already fell on his back, the thick coverlets cushioning his fall, then Duo followed, covering the smaller body with his own.

 

Their coupling --- no, it does not even deserve to be called that, with Duo taking him roughly and forcibly. Even his arousal was forced, the long haired man intent on making him feel helpless, unable to control his own body as he trembled helplessly.

 

/Is this what you wanted me to feel, Duo?/ he asked silently, staring into the eyes that had darkened with deep passion, their owner ramming inside him, hitting the nerves inside him viciously until he is shaking with pleasure, mindless now, on the brink of insanity. But something within him remained rational, that small part which allowed him to control the erratic Wing Zero still flickered on. /Is this what I do to you?/ that rationality now asked, but it does not need an answer, for he knew the answer well enough.

 

He came, and the questions were silenced as he soared, a familiar feeling, except that now, he felt that his fall would be painful, without the man that he love to catch him, his reality now filled with hate and anger.

 

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Duo felt blissful. Despite his anger and feelings of betrayal, he felt momentarily completed as he poured inside the exquisite man who had been his heart and still is, although that part of him is now filled with darkness.

 

Nevertheless, he had him again, and although he does not feel content yet, he knew that it would return as soon as he had Heero back in Methru. And this time, he would make sure that the man would never hurt him again, even if it meant that he had to put him in a cage. He no longer cared.

 

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He couldn't breath. Duo had fallen completely on top of him and it is cutting off his ability to breath. So Heero tried to push him back gently, and found that his strength has returned. In fact, he had become even stronger with Wing Zero giving him its powers completely. Once Duo lay on his back, Heero sat up and merely stared at the smooth face, beautiful, not like the way his is, but much more befitting for a man.

 

“I would have returned you know,” Heero murmured, stroking the pale cheek, only a shade darker than his own hand. “I had my duties, but I would have returned.”

 

“You are my heart.”

 

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Duo stared ahead, merely feeling the deep breath of Heero who snuggled beside him, completely exhausted. He became conscious when Heero pushed him, surprised at the demonstration of strength. Heero had not been that strong before, except on some unusual occasions. Usually, Heero would be too weak after their couplings, his energy depleted by the strenuous activity.

 

The realization nagged him that something is swrong, that this Heero is different somehow. But then his thoughts strayed to what he had heard.

 

/I would have returned./

 

/You are my heart./

 

He felt happy, but then it got washed over by the resentment that he had been nursing for over a year.

 

“Liar.” If you have loved me, then why didn't you believe in me well enough to help you? Why must you make plans behind my back? Why must you lie to me?

 

“I do not believe you.”

 

TBC

 

A/N: *wipes sweat of brow* the sex is very short isn't it. Well, I don't know what to do *wringed hands*. I have no idea how things are and reading helped but only a little. Oh well, I'll try better next time. At least this is finished. It's just my draft mind you, I am still going to revise it but not now. Anyway, if you have comments or a few mistakes or whatever that you wish to point out, do tell them now so that I could add them when doing my revision. Oh, and thanks.