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"Death and Justice"Part 2 "Justice"Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam Wing Boys.
Justice
There was a pattern behind the madness. It had taken Wufei some time to see it, but Death comes at certain times. It made sense, really, when he thought about it. There are things that Death prefers, even as he abhors him. He loves them because they are his, and he hates them because they remind him of who he is. He is convinced that he is dead. When one is cold and silent in the dark, he is dead, or so he thinks. Not so. The dead cannot harm the living, so it cannot be true. One day, he would realize that there is one other option. If one is cold and silent in the dark, and he is not dead, he is undead. It is a well-known fact that the undead feed on the living. Really, Wufei was flattered to be considered alive.
He didn’t feel alive. He felt…unbalanced, like there was
too much black in what had once been the perfect gray. Silence, Cold, and Darkness are fitting heralds for a god of death, and they did their jobs well. Wufei knew, beyond doubt, that Death would come to him that night, not to take his life, but to partake of it. It was a cold night, quiet, moonless, made for the injustice that would soon take place. Yes, there was to be injustice, and Wufei would say nothing of it. This injustice he guarded, hid, even protected. Because it was his, damn it, though it was a blight upon his soul. It might be wrong, against everything he had ever been taught, but it was his. He could not bring himself to right this wrong, to make it disappear, because that would be giving up something and receiving nothing in return. He gave a bitter smile. So really, when he thought about it, it was injustice either way. It was just a matter of whether it was to his heart or his body. The heart is strong, but a wise man knows that, sometimes, the flesh is stronger. And the flesh said that robbing it of the touch it craved was an injustice that was not to be tolerated. So, he allowed it, because he didn’t see another choice, because injustice wrapped itself in layers, like a bitter onion that he would never find the center of. Above all, though, because he loved Duo Maxwell as he hadn’t known it was possible to love, and it was a love that was not even minutely returned. And, oh, look, he was wrong. There was the center of the onion, the source of his imbalance. There was a knock on his door, sharp, demanding, and Wufei knew Death had come for him. He shook his head. No, Duo had come to his door. The slate was clean this night. He would give his lover one last chance to give life instead of take it. If Duo didn’t take that chance…he didn’t know what he would do. He opened the door to find, as he’d expected, Duo’s blue eyes regarding him. Almost purple, but not quite, darkened with…what? Not lust, of that Wufei was sure. They were too cold. Of course, hunger. He gave no explanation for his presence. Death isn’t about pretty lies. Wufei probably didn’t rate them in Duo’s eyes, anyway. Suddenly, the Chinese man felt the urge to yell “Injustice!” and slam the door, but he found himself taking the American’s hand, pulling him inside, pressing their lips together. “What makes you think this is why I came?” Duo asked against his lips. This teasing held no hint of humor. It was cold and cruel, and the only reason it had even been said was the force of habit. Duo had to hide, had to make it seem like it didn’t matter. Wufei wasn’t sure which of them he was trying to remind. Wufei didn’t answer the question. In all likelihood, Duo would just bite his tongue if he did. Instead, he waited to see what his lover’s mood was. Was this the night he hoped for, or the night he feared? Hell, it had the potential to be both at the same damn time. Duo didn’t waste any time in stripping them both down. Wufei closed his eyes and prayed to Nataku that this would be the night that Duo finally made love to him. He pressed his lips together to keep his thoughts from showing on his face. He was not a fool, nor was he so innocent as to not notice that Duo never allowed his guard to drop long enough to reach completion. That first night they had been together, it had been such a shock, a slap in the face that Wufei hadn’t known how to react to. What do you say to someone who tries to act like he trusts you, but does not? He certainly didn’t want to bring attention to the fact that he trusted Duo enough to let his own barriers down. Duo’s mood was benevolent, because he not only took the time to prepare his lover, he lay on his back and put Wufei over him. But despite that, Wufei could tell this night was no different that the others. He could feel Death feeding on his soul, or what there was of it. His heart broke, and since there was no room for further chaos in the muddle of his emotions, everything instead snapped into one clear discovery. He found that instead of wishing he could summon the strength he thought he’d need to let go of Duo, he was too weak, too drained, to hold on to him. He could refuse, after this moment, and the price, while great, would still be less than that of consent. But first, he had to reclaim his soul. Duo’s eyes, which had narrowed in concentration, flew wide as Wufei took control and slowed their rhythm. He moved to grab Wufei’s hips, to force him to pick up the pace, but Wufei’s hands closed around his wrists, and he found them pinned down. Wufei leaned forward until his lips were against the shell of Duo’s ear. “We’ve done this your way long enough. This time, you will come while I watch the damn door.” His hands held Duo, so Wufei used his body and his voice. He’d do whatever it took to break through, to really get to Duo. He found that talking dirty worked wonders, as long as he restricted it to himself. So, he called himself a slut, told Duo what he wanted to hear in crude, uncensored terms. He almost smiled when, beneath and inside him, Death began to quake. Long, slow strokes, so different for their normal frenzied pace, tormented his “lover” farther. Part of Duo still struggled against Wufei’s grip on his wrists, but he could not free them. Wufei deliberately tightened the muscles that caressed Duo’s cock, and with the groan the action produced, all thoughts of escape seemed to evaporate. “You are going to come, Duo,” Wufei informed the now-writhing man beneath him conversationally. “You’re going to come because this isn’t going to be over until you do. And when you do come, I’m going to walk out of your life and never look back.” It took time, and Wufei could see the epic battle taking place on Duo’s face, but at last, his prophecy was fulfilled. Duo’s release was powerful and long. Wufei slid off Duo, careful to let him see that he was still hard, that this time, he had been the one who took no pleasure. He saw something akin to horror in Duo’s eyes as he leaned down to place a bruising kiss on his lips. He added a gentle peck to the jawbone and a soft nibble on the ear before murmuring, “You know I hate you, don’t you?” There was no way Duo could possibly believe that. It sounded like the putrid lie it was to his own ears. Surely, even if Duo didn’t know how Wufei loved him, he couldn’t think that he really hated him. “I know,” Duo said, a bit roughly. Wufei carefully
didn’t allow his surprise to show. Instead, he smiled. Duo believed
the lie. He really thought it was true, and it did, in some way, hurt
him. Well, well, some justice in the world, after all. ~ * ~ |
