Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of a Coin ❯ chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: gaelan

Disclaimers: I claim to own nothing.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Note the rating … uhmm hmmm…. Riiiiight.

Chapter 6 --- Srafia. Second night. Hate continues to rear its head, alongside with jealousy. Despair and worry.

The simple, fearful people of Srafia watched in silence as the Methruians, grim and looming, frightful and legendary, entered their city. Ruled with fear and pain for three centuries, it is almost unbelievable that their crushed spirits could hold such dread. However, when they recognized the pale, slender man that accompanied him whom they called the Shinigami-king; when the Srafians saw the prince whom they refused to believe to be dead; their dread lifted to be replaced by hope.

“Our prince has returned.” they whispered to each other, almost simultaneously that it became one collective murmur. “We are saved. Our prince has returned. We are saved.”

Suddenly, the apprehensive crowd smiled and grinned, and out of nowhere flowers were thrown, and scent, color and cheers filled the air. The haggard faces of the Srafians lighted with joy.

Such was their joy that music and wine and dancing followed that night, and the Srafians celebrated after three hundred years of oppression. But while most were content and happy to see their prince, and now liege, some still retained their feelings of apprehension, for they have looked closely at the Shinigami-king and at their beloved prince who is now king, and who rode by the Shinigami-king's side, like a shadow that seems to hide its own glow, a very beautiful man except that he is like a statue; cold, hard… not existing.

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“Welcome, your Majesties.” It was Master Klef who greeted them, the other advisors and noble standing nervously behind him. Duo stepped forward, as if the man beside him is not the ruler of that city.

“Thank you. We are pleased by your welcome,” Duo had responded, heightening the confusion as he spoke not only for himself but for Heero as well.

`What is going on?' Duke Dermail asked. He is a wily, old man who is almost as cruel as the two previous kings. He was King Trane's `friend', but he was also one of the major supporters of King Sloane.

The noble beside the Duke shook his head. He knew nothing as well, none of them does, except that King Sloane is dead and the unjustly banished prince, Heero, has returned to claim his throne. And his first action as soon as he assumed the throne was to ease this war with Methru, something that he did admirably it seems, considering the unfolding events.

The war had ended, almost immediately, and that was enough to make the Srafians wonder at their rightful king. However, some of the wiser, more suspicious nobles suspect something. What exactly did their king do or give that convinced this legendary Shinigami-king to immediately give up the war, short-lived as it is? The reports from the battlefield proved to be true too, for the Methruians looked at them with hate and derision, even within their borders. So how did a young man, only a king for a few hours it seems, and even unofficial at that, waltz in into the Methruian camp, and return to Srafia with peace on his hands?

Duke Dermail's cunning mind nearly broke down with such puzzles. And he needed to figure these things out; otherwise, his ambitions and his years of planning would be for nothing. Here is a man that he could not flatter, much less figure out. Heero Yuy is a great danger to his plans, and much too powerful if he read the manner on which the Methruians and their king seems to hover about the slender royalty.

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“Duo…” Heero tried once again only to gasp in pain as Duo pinched his left nipple, in perfect contrast to the erotic, sucking sensation on his other nipple. Heero tried to evade it, but he is pressed down on the large four poster bed, Duo completely on top of him. “Please, listen to me…”

Duo ignored the pleading tone, too intent on making its owner mindless with pleasure. He finally left the glistening nubs, hardened from all the attention. That same attention trailed down Heero's ribs, leaving a trail of saliva and reddened skin as he sucked and bit. Duo wanted to leave his marks on every part of Heero; he wanted to mar the pale skin, all of it, until it is unmistakable to everyone who sees that the man is his alone.

Heero finally gave up his control as Duo took him, all of him, in his mouth. He could only gasp as Duo growled, and then bob his head aggressively, taking the silken cock completely down his throat and then out again, spirit soaring from the continuous sobs from Heero. Yes, this is what he want, complete control of Heero that no matter how the man tries to fight the pleasure, he would be unable to stop him.

Heero's mouth opened in a soundless scream as he came. He ascended unto completion, oblivious of everything but that ephemeral oneness with the universe, a feeling that even joining with Wing Zero could not generate.

The first thing that he saw when he finally opened his eyes was the feral, hungry gleam on Duo's eyes looming before him, drinking in the raw pleasure and the wantonness written on his face. Tiredly, he silently acknowledged Duo's control, for that is what Duo wanted, for him to give in completely, to accept that he owns himself no longer, not his body anyway. His heart he has given five years ago, and only his soul is left to him. But that he knew Duo will take next, soon actually, that is what the Bonding Ceremony is for, that is why he feared it. He wondered if Duo's madness would end by then, wondered and grew increasingly afraid, for what he sees in front of him seems to tell him no.

Duo watched each emotion that flitted across Heero's face, uncontrolled so soon after the unwanted gratification. The last emotion that finally settled in is fear, what Duo really wanted to see. He should have made Heero fear him from the beginning because then, the man would have not left him, but he would correct it now.

Duo's head swooped down to take Heero's parted lips into a punishing kiss, the first one that night. Heero tasted himself as Duo's tongue tangled with his, for he is determined that even if Duo already owned two of the three things that make him up; he would never loss his spirit. He loves Duo, and he would do everything to make him return to the man that he knew before.

Duo growled deep into his throat, tongue battling with Heero's as he tries to explore the man's mouth. it is only their need for air that made him let up, but he again plunged down the next second while Heero gasped, and this time he has complete control; exploring the warm, wet cavern, small, even teeth and soft tissues. He then nibbled Heero's lips, the gentleness a stark contrast to the punishing treatment that he gave earlier.

“You are mine,” he whispered, his hands trailing down the moist body to the flaccid flesh that he had played with. He grasped it firmly in his hand, coaxing it back to life, and Heero gasped again. Once Heero grew half-hard, he left it, only to kneel where he is, between Heero's parted legs, and remove his own tunic, staring incessantly at the pale, naked man before him. Next he loosened the string on his pants, kneeling half up to draw it half-way down his legs, then he sat again, impatient for what he plans next.

Duo held three of his fingers before Heero's lips. Heero took them in, the sucking sensation making Duo groan, and it took all his control not to simply take the man. Oh, he wanted to, but somehow, he was not willing to do it, that despite how he felt, he does not wish to hurt his lover in such a way.

Heero tensed as he felt the finger tracing his puckered opening. The simple caress continued until he has succeeded in forcing himself to relax. Then the finger entered him, slick with his own saliva. The finger roamed inside him, and then another finger followed, making scissor motions and stretching him. And then another finger…

Duo couldn't prolong it any longer. All that he wanted is to bury himself deep inside Heero, to be completely sheathed inside that warm and tight cocoon that is solely his. He gave in to the urge, spitting on his hands and slicking himself, his saliva combining with pre-cum, completely moistening his length.

Heero quivered in anticipation as he felt the blunt tip pressed on his entrance, his legs pushed even wider, baring him completely before Duo. With one swift motion, Duo entered him forcefully, past his sphincter to his limit. Despite his need and anticipation, Heero screamed, feeling the pain of being entered so suddenly. Duo withdrew almost completely even before the pain receded then rammed back again, animalistic need and want completely overriding will. Heero made himself endure, but it was not needed after a few moments when Duo found his prostate, hitting it every time he rammed in.

Heero is shivering, his body responding to the stimulation caused by his prostate being prodded and hit almost every other second, so swiftly are Duo's actions. Unconsciously, he raised his legs to wrap it around Duo. Heero want him even deeper, even if that is no longer possible, as Duo already was.

“Please…” he was pleading raggedly, moving his head from side to side.

“Yes,” Duo responded. He is near, _they_ are near. Duo reached between them with his hand to encircle Heero's wet length firmly. Only a few moments later, Heero tensed, arching his back in an almost perfect bow as he came, another soundless scream on his lips, blue eyes completely glazing over.

Duo's movements became even more forceful and feverish as he too reached his own orgasm. Almost as soon as Heero came, Duo followed, pouring himself inside that warmth. After another snap of his hips, Duo dragged Heero up to embrace him tightly before collapsing back down the soft bed, with Duo still on top of Heero.

As their breathing returned to normal, Heero begun to feel sticky with his own cum between their bodies, causing discomfort. “Duo,” he whispered, tasting the salty sheen covering Duo's neck. The larger man did not respond; his head still buried on Heero's wet hair and arms still tightly encircling him. “Duo…” he repeated, a hint of a whine on his voice, reinforcing his silent request with a slight push. That seemed to earn him a reaction as Duo shifted, but before he could, Duo plundered his mouth again, nibbling and sucking his mouth like a man in dire need of water.

“Where were you going?” the voice held distrust and possessiveness.

Sighing, Heero struggled to stop the rising anger and irritation. He began to thread his free hand through Duo's hair, a myriad of varying shades of gold and brown. The stroking motion is largely to calm himself, but Heero hoped that it would calm his lover as well. This went on for a little while, Duo's hand also stroking Heero's side in a similar way, when Heero was once again reminded of the discomfort.

“Duo, we're sticky. Let me up for a while, I'm just going to get a damp cloth…” Heero said in a quiet voice. Duo shifted, and this time, he truly believed that Duo would loosen his tight hold on him. However, Duo merely pressed his upper body against Heero, half raising his feet into the air as he one-handedly removed his pants that are still partially on him. After finally kicking himself free of it, he reached down and wiped his own body then Heero, who was still pressed down on the bed with his other hand.

“Duo, we smell.” Heero could not be daunted, despite the unnerving silence that surrounded the other man as he went through his task. With those words, Duo raised himself with both hands placed firmly on Heero's sides, his hair falling like a curtain on the sides of both their faces. There seems to be an egocentric contentment on that smirk. Heero did not trust that expression, despite the apparent satisfaction, as Duo's eyes still glimmered with distrust, hate and then jealousy.

Heero wondered at that last emotion. He continually felt Duo's jealousy and possessiveness all day, but this time, the jealousy is much stronger, almost palpable in its intensity.

“Not yet enough,” Duo murmured in response, moving down to nibble on that part that joined neck and shoulder blades.

“Wha… unghhh…” Heero was unable to stop the sound of protest as Duo bit the area so hard that he drew blood. The pain is joined by thin tendrils of sexual pleasure as Duo sucked the blood, tongue swirling all over the broken skin.

“Not yet… not until his scent is no longer here…” Duo was murmuring, and in an instant Heero understood. They are in the royal bed chambers. The servants had cleaned it thoroughly, and Master Klef had everything that is likely associated to its previous king removed. but the Shinigami-king is not by any means a mere mortal, and accessing Wing Zero's gifts, Heero also smelled what must have triggered Duo's extreme possessiveness; Heero and Sloane's intertwined scents and sex.

Duo shifted, laying completely on top of Heero again, pressing his length before Heero's tight entrance, widening the man's limbs to his limits once again. He entered swiftly, just like before, only much smoother this time. Heero groaned, accepting the larger man's forceful motions. And despite the pleasure that coursed through him once again, Heero felt the rising despair.

Sloane is dead, but Duo continued to battle him, how much more with the other mortals that he has to interact with in a day-to-day basis? He knew the answer already, having seen it first hand earlier ago wherein Duo would not even allow him to speak to any of the old advisors or even Noin. Once again, he despaired for the exuberant, cheerful king that he had somehow caused to change, and for the second time that eventful day, doubted that he could make things return to what they were.

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tbc

A/N: Whew… *wipes of sweat*. It is chapters like this that makes me wish I'm like Ranma. Sorry if it's short, just needed to map out the relationships, especially Duo's and Heero's, privately that is. Next time.