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"Drabbles"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 A/N: For Cylina Nightshade, who requested #7,
"I want to make every inch of you mine." Warnings: language, sex Pairings: 1x2 Chapter 27
Follow your emotions . Probably not the best motto, not the best MO, when those feelings led you into the bed of Shinigami. During the war, he had been...more than a comrade, not quite a friend. Maybe a brother. I didn't know what it was like, to have a brother. There were times I hated him, times I wished I had never had the bad luck to meet him. And then there were times that seeing him made me close my eyes and sigh in relief, because everything was going to be okay . I was going to be okay. And then there were times when I looked at him and forgot how to breathe. When he smiled, that dark, wicked promise of death and victory. When he looked over at me with mischief in his eyes. So maybe not a brother. The thoughts I had for Duo weren't...very brotherly. Especially not after, not when I worked for Preventers and he helped Hilde with the scrap yard. We grew up, we learned how to function in a world that didn't need child soldiers - or at least, we learned how to pretend - and when we met again, for the fifth-year anniversary to commemorate the end of human warfare, I knew that my emotions were going to get me killed. Because falling for Death - worshipping him and dreaming of him and needing him - that wasn't the way to stay alive. The way to stay happy. To stay sane. But I fell for him, and I fell hard. I arranged my schedule around his, I took missions that would send me close enough that I could convince myself a sixteen-hour detour wasn't a big deal. I yearned for him. And he... He looked at me with those mischievous eyes and his wicked smile and invited me in. He treated me like some lost treasure, like some great relic he had discovered. We didn't even fuck, not for the first few months. He just teased me, kissed me and held me and stripped me down so he could run his hands over my body, but he wouldn't give in to my pleas for more, just laughed when I begged. It wasn't until he came to me , until I opened my door and found Death on my doorstep, that he gave me what I wanted, what I needed. He stepped inside, dropped his bag, and advanced on me like the prey I was. "I want to make every inch of you mine," he said. He promised. And I shivered at the hunger in his gaze. I was afraid. Not so much of him as I was of losing myself to him entirely. Duo would consume me, and I wanted him to. Needed him to. His fingers, rough with hard labor, undressed me with more care than I thought possible from him. "This is mine," he whispered against my throat, kissing my pulse. "And this." He licked across my collarbone, bit down on the right side until I moaned and fisted my hands in his hair. "This," he kissed the skin that his hands revealed as he unbuttoned my shirt. "This, this, this." "You're mine, Heero. Your body." He licked along the waistband of my trousers, and I moaned again. Like an animal crying out for its master. "Your soul." He bit down on my hip, hard, and I had to bite my lip to keep from reacting. "No," he reprimanded me. "You are mine, Heero. Don't you dare stay silent when your mouth belongs to me." He repeated the action, the bite even more savage, and I wondered if he was going to break the skin. A shudder went through me. I hoped he did. Hoped I would have the evidence of this night for weeks to come. He sucked on the bite and I did cry out then, allowed the low, desperate keen to escape, and he hummed in satisfaction. "That's mine too," he said, pulling back to look up at me. "All of you." "All of me," I agreed breathlessly. ~ * ~ |
