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"Yestermark"Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: NC 17 Warnings: 1x2 lemon. Voyeurism Summary: Mingling of possibilities occurs at this vortex source. Don't leave home without your Ticket firmly in your fist. Else you may never return. Pairings: 1x2 other GW characters may appear upon progression
"Yestermark " Part 10. Iriomote inspected her island. The goddess had many islands with evanescent lives, whose forms rose and fell beneath the eonic waves like porpoises. But this island was currently her favorite, since it recently had birthed an exquisitely symmetric mountain. She extended her claws, digging into the hot black soil, pondering whether the land would bleed fire again if she slashed deeply enough. Retracting her weaponry, she settled back upon her sleek haunches. A slick tongue darted between fierce teeth as she commenced grooming the golden fur upon her bosom. Unbidden, a purr trembled in her thorax, shuddering the ground beneath her paws. The leopard tremors disturbed a crested serpent eagle, which flung itself skyward, addressing the feline with crying insults. The needle brink of the mountain, breathlessly near, pinioned a divine sunrise upon it, sculpting of the beams a perfect diamond. Eerie cries conspired with coldly burning light to awaken the sleeper. The mighty mountain is mine boasted the raptor. The vast ocean is mine retorted the goddess with a snarl. Seeking to claim only one thing in all the universe, the awakened sleeper clasped a slender body to him, rustling thin silk sheets that cocooned them. They were both blissfully naked. He stroked down his companion's form, remembering and memorizing, lengths of satin flesh, the triple helix of braid. Mine. Knotting the bolt of silken hair in his fist, clasping the body so possessively, as if the effort might merge them into a single entity, Heero claimed the soft mouth with his. The other body stirred ineffectually, sleepy confusion and lack of certain identity vying in the heavenborn alien. Heero refused the refusal. Mine. The whimper tasted sweet upon his tongue. The struggle ignited his passion. He rolled upon it to subdue the protesting body beneath him. Licking down the flesh overlying the throbbing great vessels of the throat, then nibbling upon the young man's nipple, he felt the vulnerable heart crashing beneath the surface, clashing against bone and sinew. Take him as you have before. Claim him again while there is a moment of freedom upon this Line. How many times before has he yielded to you, will surrender, now and yet again? A sudden conviction of his own essential criminality urged him relentlessly forward. Forcing the arms down, kneeing the thighs apart, eyeing his resistant captive with unshielded lust. The purple eyes lit with strangely distant intelligence. A momentary fire of fierce defiance was there. Then a gasp from parted lips. The body collapsed and lay still. Momentarily alarmed, he groped for a pulse and felt its presence. There. Watched the perfectly muscled chest rise and fall upon life giving breaths. He tumbled the body upon its belly. Spread the buttocks and intruded his tongue deeply into the hole. Then withdrew his face, luxuriating in anticipation. He grappled the pelvis up toward his aligned cock, his guiding fingers shivering with accumulated passion. He drew in a vast lungfull of air, held himself all solid as unyielding rock. Forced his erection inward, piercing relentlessly. The body beneath his writhed and tensed with a flood of returning sensation. He sat his mate upright upon his thighs, their conjoined parts drawn thoroughly closer by the vast tug of the planet. He pressed the boy's warm back against the sensitive areas of his own front, meanwhile nibbling upon one tender ear. "Welcome to my home." He punctuated the sentence with an upward thrust into the pinioned form. "I have only just recalled a relevant fact." Another harsh shove. "At this, my original Point upon a Line, I am an unmitigated scoundrel." The trembling of the body in his grasp elicited a momentary pause. He groaned in rapture as Duo's laughter jolted his erection. "Gods, you are perfect, my delight," he professed into a delectable ear. "Barbarian," came the retort. "On the contrary." Thrust. "I am the most intellectual luminary of my time. Damn your luscious ass for tightness. I shant be able to last very long." Their united orgasm was cataclysmic. Subsequent subsidence was tectonic. They lay together in a sticky torpor. Peace was next disturbed by mundane noises, the sound of horses' hooves upon the stony ground, forming the alarum. Then a harsh voice sounded imperiously. "Shit," Heero muttered in response, stumbling from his cot, into his trousers, and out the front door in a series of clumsy gropes. Duo tied a flimsy robe about his body and blearily followed. There a warlord sat grandly upon a restless stallion. The man was large for his kind, and his armor was designed to increase the appearance of his dimensions. His helm prolonged his stature. The headgear mated dark leather and gleaming metal, crested by sharp pronged horns. A decorative torque defended and hid any weakness of chin and neck. The warrior's midnight black whiskers were dagger carved into a semblance of poisonous serpent fangs. Shoulder harness upon his breast plate extended his breadth a full hands length beyond his biceps. Vast thigh and gastrox guards added bulk. Boots were thrust into stirrups depicting dragons in pursuit of prey. The man bristled with two swords, bow and arrows, multiple knives, some secreted, others threateningly evident. The warlord allowed the glitter of morning light to fire about his form as he portrayed the sun god's favorite upon earth. He looked coldly beyond his minion, then gradually deigned to glance at the young man. "Ainu-eyes," he sneered. "Shall I castrate you now, or wait until I've had your tongue, in and out?" Heero abased, folded his hands under one muddy boot toe, bowed his tousled head, licked and then kissed the filthy leather. "Is my lord displeased with his servant?" "Perpetually!" "It would not be prudent to cut me, nevertheless." "Wherefore that?" "All the world knows, the seat of a man's creativity lies in his testicles." The warlord froze solid, an equestrian statue of ice. Behind him, his long line of mounted soldiers strove not to stir in discomfort. The commander's ensuing regal laugh disturbed a cloud of rock ptarmigan, which pumped their wings noisily before settling back to the ground. After a respectful pause, the soldiers chuckled to the tune of their master's evident humor. "Well now, my inventive little man, we mustn't allow that. No predicting what you will devise next for the strengthening of my army." With a creak and clank, the warlord descended from on high. He shoved Heero aside and stood, fists planted upon hips, studying Duo. The commander's prolonged stare rapidly became cast in superstitious fear. "Tienkou. Hast tumbled from the night sky, all with your fire-lit tail trailing?" To convince himself of his bravery, he bullied forward, grasped a slender shoulder in one fist while the other mauled the gleaming braid. The rough hand tracked along the lean spinal column, flirted with a buttock curve, then lifted the hem of robe to waist height. With still enforced bravado, the warlord grinned at the evidence of semen gleaming on youthful thighs. Then laughed darkly over at his henchman. "Dangerous work, mounting a goblin. Fear you not the heaven's vast displeasure?" "No, not appreciably." Heero shrugged. The warlord now was desperate to disprove his cowardice, to this most cocky of servants, to his soldiers, but most importantly, to himself. Turning his back carelessly upon the men, he seized Heero and pushed him toward the spritely apparition. "Prove your bravery, boaster. Fondle your meteoric demon again, meanwhilst spinning me your tale." Heero hugged Duo's back to his chest, withdrawing him a subtle distance further from the warrior's proximity. He whispered in his ear. "Bear with this, for convenience' sake. I'll make the story as quickly as possible. My lord lecher is a superstitious coward. He considers you a demon dropped from the sky. As soon as possible, he'll flee your black magical powers, and we'll be rid of his nastiness." With the soldiers assembled at his back, and the two wantons standing before him, the warlord spread his legs wide, as if still astride his stallion. Groping within his armor, he dragged out his cock, exposing it to the icy mountain air, and began fisting it. "Thanking my gracious lord for the favor of his attention. It was only last night I walked along the spine of cliffs that leads to the mountain priests' temple. All in a strangely dream-drenched mood I was, scarcely distinguishing sleep from waking." Heero draped the braid over Duo's shoulder, knowing its power of erotic evocation, thinking the view of it might hurry things along. The warlord's masturbatory strokes sped. Heero buried his mocking grin in Duo's warm flesh, until once more composed, he resumed the narrative. "All on a sudden there came a brilliant flare in the evening sky. It was a falling star, weirdly prolonged in its flaming flight." He unfastened the thin silk robe, exposing the lithe form of his companion, naked to the soldiers' view. The warlord grunted his approval. Heero stroked Duo's bare skin in whirls of sensation. "Running half in fear and ecstasy, I came upon the burning place. There I found a yew tree, glowing in weird shades of purple fire, issuing a heady perfume far finer than any incense." As Heero's fingertips brushed Duo's lips, a pink tongue flicked against them. The warlord responded with a groan. "Imagine my astonishment. The tree was not at all consumed by the flames. Rather, fire and wood seemed to mingle, forming and shaping, shifting and converting the entity until it became first the image of a furious dog with a great fiery tail, and then a boy with purple eyes in a heavenly face." Heero's arms encompassed the slender waist from behind, reached long down to stroke the tender inner thighs. Duo trembled in his embrace. The warlord's cry upon ejaculation held equal measures of lust and terror. His soldiers behind him stirred uncomfortably with sexual tension and supernatural dread. "I know not, my master, whether the boy be demon or angel. But I could not be so discourteous as to withhold the humble hospitality of my house." "Then you are ensorcelled by your own foolishness," the great warlord decreed, meanwhile tucking away his family jewels, and hastily remounting his steed. Their retreat back down the mountain path came not a moment too soon for his soldiers' relief. Heero buried his guffaws into the warmth of soft hair settling along Duo's neck. His hands meanwhile refastened the robe. He took Duo's hand in his, and together they made their way to the nearby rivulet. Here the water's voice spoke of many myths to the cliffs and trees. Washing their bodies, ankles deep in flowing ice water was a painful thrill. Then, their clothes cast upon sun drenched boulders, they huddled together on top, soaking up the blessed heat. The turmoil in Heero's mind was easily deciphered. "I can't stay here," he declared aloud. It was a miserable sensation, tearing at his entrails, worse than his master's sword. To be returned to this, his own Point upon a Line, only to realize he no longer belonged. It caught him astonished, when Treize' voice replied. "Why not?" The confusion of being in two Points simultaneously spread quickly. His heart fluttered, his mind spun dizzily out of control. His corporum seemed to spread out thinner, all along this Line, then washing like a tidal wave to other Lines, until he was so diffuse as to have lost all notion of existence. Only clinging to Duo anchored him. He hoped he wasn't squeezing the life out of the body in his arms. "Do you have any notion how many deaths are ledgered to my account?" he cried out toward their future Point. "What's that he's saying?" Zechs voice to Treize, it appeared. "Seems to think he is some sort of mass murderer." "My invention," Heero groaned, his face buried in the fiction of Duo's form. "Ancient. Prolonged, perpetuated, from the beginnings of warfare, right through to modern industrial times, virtually unchanged through deadly millennia." "Which invention? Unchanged, and responsible for myriad war deaths through centuries?" Treize' voice sounded more intrigued than repulsed. "Yes. Exactly. Right through to the Wars of the World. Mine, all mine." Heero reeled from the knowledge of his own shame. He knew he had to confess, to cleanse himself at last. Duo's gentle smile filled the universe, challenging Heero to say what he must. "The warrior, fixed to his ride, mobile to shoot and kill. Murder, spreading from this Point, all across the continents, until all of humanity became either the hunter or the hunted." "Go on. Say it," Zechs urged eagerly. "I am the inventor of the equestrian stirrup." He would never forgive them for the laughter his confession evoked. But he had scant bitter moments of reflection before the familiar tingle of time displacement once again struck him. He had only moments to wonder, desperately, whether his next Point would include Duo. ~ * ~
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