|
"Death and Justice"Part 1 "Death"Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam Wing Boys.
Death The whole world was like a long-forgotten tomb. Everything
was quiet, cold, dark, still as death itself. He grinned to himself,
did Death. He would know better than anyone. He saw it all the time.
‘The way things were’ just- killed people, destroyed them
in a rain of fire. Death’s smile slid away. It was a rain meant
for him. He had stood in that rain so many times, burning, and expecting,
wanting it to consume him, but it never did. So he had to go out into
it all over again, play another round in a game he couldn’t seem
to win or lose. “It doesn’t matter if I’m a little cold. I hate nights like this. I don’t want to miss it,” came the reply. There was none of the usual playfulness that accompanied a cryptic remark like that, so Wufei stepped out as well. For a very long time, neither of them spoke. It didn’t seem like there was anything that was worth saying. What magic words could stop the weather? End a war? Go back in time and heal the scars it has caused? If he knew the answer to that, he would have said them, and gladly, long ago. But silence cannot spread discontent like words can. So, a deep breath, and then, “Do you ever feel trapped? Like there’s something bigger than you, and it’s doing its damnedest to make things bad, so it can look through the bars and laugh?” “I think I know what you mean,” Wufei said gently. He took off his jacket and put it around the braided boy. “But it is no reason to be cold.” Part of him wanted to protest, to say that he needed to be cold, because at least the cold was real, the snow something he could take in his hands at any time and smell in the air and feel no matter what, but his friend would not understand that, and it wasn’t really true anyway. He’d heard, somewhere, that there is no cold, only an absence of heat. In a way, that was true, and in a way it wasn’t. A man standing in the Artic knew about a lack of heat, but a man floating in space knew about cold. Duo felt like he’d lost his spacesuit long ago. “Thank you, Wu. I just don’t-” he stopped and shook his head. “What am I saying? I guess I’m letting the fences get a little low, huh?” “You know you can trust me,” came the response, “I am always here if you want to talk.” Duo put his arms around his friend. “Yes, I know. I don’t even know what to say, though. I just feel like I need- some kind of absolution that I can’t have.” “I would give you anything, Duo, but that, I cannot. There are no absolutions, not even for tomorrow.” “Couldn’t- couldn’t there be one? Just for one night out of our lives, couldn’t there be one?” Duo lamented, pain and something else in his eyes. Wufei responded automatically to the something else, as he had before, and as he would again. “Perhaps, just once,” he whispered before leaning in and capturing that soft mouth in a searing kiss. Duo leaned into the kisses, wanting to feel alive, real, even though this wasn’t real, not really. He didn’t protest when he was lifted off the ground and carried inside. He made a soft sound in his throat when he was placed on the bed. His mouth ate at Wufei’s, the kisses becoming hungry, nearly brutal. His hands busily removed clothes. His mouth kissed the beautiful chest he had revealed. He felt Wufei taking his hair down and relished the thought of how it would feel against them. He kept reminding himself that this wasn’t real, but it didn’t matter. It was real enough for that moment. His own clothes got in the way and he discarded them quickly with Wufei’s help. He loved the way Wufei’s hands touched him. He gasped as a warm mouth closed over his nipple. For a few moments, the whole experience was beautiful. The thought mocked him. It isn’t real, he said to himself, taking perverse satisfaction in crushing his own hopes before they had a chance. This had happened before, and it was never real the next day. Oh, how he remembered when it had happened before. It was a lesson he would never forget, the way he had been coolly cast aside the morning after. He had been foolish enough to hope then, only to have the tender sprout crushed when Wufei slid from between the sheets as though he didn’t notice he had ever been there. With that thought, Duo’s mood changed, and so did
his technique. With a growl, he turned until Wufei was underneath
him. He completely dominated the other boy, not satisfied until he
felt his lover become submissive beneath him. He kissed and touched
and claimed every part of the Chinese boy’s body. Tonight, nothing
could be held back. He wanted it all, to prove he could handle it,
to prove that the withdrawal that came with morning was not justified. “Do you feel that?” he asked through gritted
teeth. Each word was punctuated with a thrust into the gorgeous body
beneath him. No answer. He asked again, “Do you feel it?” His words were cut off as he tried to keep himself from coming until he was given permission. Duo could be very difficult to get along with when he was feeling especially dominant, and that was one of his rules. “Good,” Duo purred, slowing his pace, extending
his lover’s torture, and his own, as long as he could. Tomorrow,
it wouldn’t be real, but at that moment it was damn real and
he had forced the Chinese boy to admit it. It almost gave him ho-
oh no, no hope for Death, he reminded himself. He was way too far
gone for redemption. He had very little in the way of faith in anything
but himself these days, and what he did have went toward fervently
wishing for an end to the war. He had none to squander on such impossibilities.
~ * ~ |
