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"Fountain"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 Warnings: angst, violence, D/s, BDSM, blood play
Pairings: 3xD Summary: Inspired by 'Devil in Me' from the hopeless fountain kingdom album. Lyrics at the end of the fic.
"Come Back to Life" Treize had had a
marble kouros that he claimed was nearly four thousand years
old. It had been as tall as Treize himself, taller on the ornate plinth.
Treize used to scatter roses at his feet, careful to keep them from
touching the actual statue lest the rose petals negatively interact
with the marble. The form had been exquisite, geometrically and aesthetically
precise. Dorothy had studied the kouros from every angle, amazed
at how warm and alive it felt for all that it represented the impossible.
Perfection was unachievable. But it was painful for Dorothy to settle
for less. She was used to disappointment, had experienced it countless
times, dating back to her earliest memories. She didn't consider herself
hopeful, but neither would she give in to bitterness. It wasn't until
she met Trowa Barton, however, that the impossible seemed suddenly
possible. His skin wasn't the flawless, cool perfection of marble.
But then, perhaps that was better. He was nearly the same height as
the kouros, his shoulders and hips almost as perfectly proportioned
as the ancient statue's had been. But there were scars. Tattoos. Tan
lines. The kouros had existed solely to be admired, had served
no other function than to please. Well, perhaps the sculptor had aimed
for more than pleasure - perhaps he had had Pygmalion fantasies for
his masterpiece. Dorothy was quite the opposite. She wanted to take
Trowa Barton, perfect specimen of martial ability, physical and mental
agility, and freeze him in time. Or at least reduce him to an object
created solely for her pleasure. She had expected some measure of
resistance, and she hadn't been disappointed. Sex was the only thing
he seemed prepared to give with ease - that was pleasure, was bargaining
that he understood and excelled in. It was the rest of it where he
struggled. And that too pleased her. He had trusted before, had loved
before, and had lost. She was determined to make him lose again, and
to make him want to lose. Trowa would stand for hours, would
gasp in pleasure as the thorned roses pricked his skin and she decorated
his perfect body with red veins, drawing life to the surface of her
very own kouros. It was the after, as she sponged the blood
from his body and traced the thin cuts that were too shallow to scar,
that his eyes grew shuttered and his mouth taut. Pain, he could manage.
Pleasure, he could dispense. But worship… It made him as uneasy
as if she had presented him with a mobile suit and told him to pilot
it again. He was never closer to a statue as in those moments, so
still that she struggled to see him breathe. It was only in those
moments that he broke, that the careful alliance they had forged risked
crumbling in the face of his fear. Coward, she had called him. He
hadn't had a response. He didn't fight back, ever. He would duck his
head, would hide his face behind the hair that looked eternally stained
by blood, and he would struggle to find enough equilibrium to allow
her to continue. One day, Dorothy knew, she would break him entirely.
Would shatter him as she had destroyed the kouros that Treize
prized. It had been her first act, after his death, to place her hands
on that lifeless body and push. The head of the kouros had
split, one cheek and eye intact save for a fissure that ran from the
eye towards the missing nose. An unseen tear. She wondered if she
would be able to make Trowa cry. I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight I don't wanna wake it up Gotta wake up, gotta wake up You said I'm I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight I don't wanna wake it up Gotta wake up, gotta wake up Now I gotta wake it up Gotta wake up, gotta wake up ~ * ~ Chapter |
