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"Forsworn "Written By: Presser Pairings : 2x1 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Feedback : Yes Please.
"Forsworn" Duo climbed the front stairs slowly, lost in thought. He paused on the landing between the first and second floors, thrusting his hands into his pockets and looking down at his feet. He turned and glanced down through the entranceway to the library doors. The boy named Brad lay on the other side, he knew, drained of his blood. It was the reason why Duo should have felt alive, vital, energized. But Duo felt vacant. As though something were missing from his life. Life, he thought, snorting softly as he did. I /have/ no life. I've been dead for three hundred years. He looked up, suddenly, at the picture of his grandfather that hung above him. He had brought the picture with him from Romania when he fled angry villagers a hundred and twenty years ago. He remembered hanging the picture, one of the first things he did after purchasing the house from an aristocratic New York family. Cold eyes stared down at Duo, judging him for the decisions he had made. But I didn't ask for this! He squeezed his eyes together, balled his fingers into fists in his pockets. You have no right to judge me, he screamed in his mind. Leave me be! Duo's hands flew from his pockets as he turned violently, almost losing his balance. He grabbed the banister to steady himself. I am Duo Maxwell now, he told himself. My family has no hold on me any longer! I will do what I will, my own way. He turned flashing violet eyes upward. Grimacing, he stomped up the stairs. * "Heero!" Heero Yuy shuddered at the sound of his master's voice echoing through the hall, through the door to his bedroom suite. He had completely disrobed and knelt beside his master's bed, as he had been told to do. His buttocks sat on his heels, his hands were clasped behind his back. He bowed his head and waited. "Heero!" The door slammed back against the cream and burgundy fleur-de-lis pattern on the wall to reveal Duo seething in the entrance. His breath came hot through clenched teeth. "Y-yes, my lord." "You have been disrespectful of me tonight." Duo's tone was shrill. "Yes, lord." "And you should be properly punished for your insolence. "Yes, lord." Duo paused, taking stock of his feelings. In an instant his demeanor changed. He spoke carefully, precisely, his words honey-sweet. "And do you know, Heero, what I want to do to you? Hmm?" Heero's chin bent down to touch his chest, his shoulders slumping. "No, master." Duo crossed the room to stand over his slave. He bent over, his lips beside Heero's ear. He whispered just one word. "Good." Duo straightened up and took off his smoking jacket, walking to the armoire against one wall and hanging it up himself. He removed the silver tie from around his neck and held it in his hands. As he looked at it, a smile crept into the corners of his mouth. He moved back to Heero and dangled the tie over the boy's head. Dark chocolate locks of hair fell over the boy's ears and down the back of his neck. Duo lowered the tie, letting it touch the top of Heero's spine, then slid it down to the small, firm ass of his slave. Heero shivered at the touch. "Do you like that?" Heero paused, uncertain. If he said yes, his master would deny him pleasure. If he said no, an outburst of anger was sure to follow. If he paused for too long a time, he would receive a slap, or worse. Heero chose his words quickly. "It - it's good when you touch me, master." "Clever slave." Duo took the two ends of the tie together in one hand, folding the length in half. With the other hand he grabbed the fold, and then put the silver silk over Heero's head and around his throat. He slid the fabric back and forth. "Is it good when I touch you here?" "Yes, master." "And what if I want more than touch?" Duo pulled the tie tight against Heero's throat. Heero's head went back. He gasped. "Keep your head down!" Heero lowered his head. Duo kept a firm pressure on the boy's neck. He leaned over and whispered to his slave. "How old are you, Heero?" Heero knew that his master knew, and that it would do no good to remind him of this. "Nineteen, master." "And what does a nineteen year old boy know of the finer pleasures of life?" "Little, master." "But /I/, boy, /I/ am wise in the ways of the world. I have experience, more than you can even dream of." It was an old game, one that Heero knew his master enjoyed. He was inwardly relieved that Duo had chosen this way of expending his frustration tonight, knowing that it could have easily gone a darker way for him. He spoke with the voice of an innocent. "W-would you teach me, master?" "Teach you?" "Ye-yes, please, master. Teach me the ways of the world. Of pleasure. Of --" Duo pulled on the tie, then released it, cutting off the boy's words. Heero's head came up. "Stand up, Heero. Tonight I will do as you ask, and teach you what it means to find pleasure." * Heero lay on his master's bed, his eyes hooded, his arms and legs outstretched. Each limb was tied with silk to a bedpost. A plug was firmly seated in his ass; a brass cock ring was at the base of his long erection, which seeped against his belly. Duo stood to one side of the bed, his clothes long since discarded. His honey-brown hair was still tightly braided, the end slapping softly against the back of his thighs. In his hand he held an ostrich feather, which he held over Heero's balls. Duo lowered the feather, brushing Heero's testicles. The boy whimpered. "Pl-please, master, please, please..." Duo's response was to lean over and take Heero's cock in his other hand and pump it roughly. Heero gasped, groaned, twisted his hips, bucked them in the air. Duo let go of his slave's cock and watched as Heero strained against the silk, then fell back against the bed sheets, exhausted. "Master, oh, master, I can't, I can't --" "You can and /will/, Heero. Thirty minutes, and you're already begging for me. Where's the endurance I taught you?" Duo clicked his tongue against the back of his upper front teeth. "I'm going to have to give you another exercise, hmm?" "No, master! I'll be good, I promise, I promise!" "Well, you /do/ look rather ready. And delicious." Duo pumped his own cock, shuddering with the pleasure of his first touches. "Yes, master, please master, I'm ready." Duo spoke softly, gently. "If you were truly ready, Heero, you would know just what you need to do right now." Heero panicked. What could he be missing? He knew that he had to answer correctly or Duo would continue his sexual torture indefinitely. In an instant the word came to his mind. Beg! "Please, master, oh please, please! Please fuck me, my lord. I need you, and I want you. I need to feel your hot length inside me. I want you, master, I want you so bad. Please!" The last word was screamed. Heero strained against the silk again, and began to sob, his chest heaving. "Don't worry, little one. I hate to see you in such misery. I will help you." Duo dropped the feather to the floor and slowly climbed onto the bed. Heero shivered as he felt the touch of Duo's soft skin against his own. Duo slid up the length of Heero's body, licking at his neck, his ear. "Ask me again." The words were hot against Heero's hair. In a childlike voice, Heero begged. "Please, my lord, my master. Please fuck me." Duo sat up, his knees between Heero's legs. He pulled the butt plug from Heero, causing his slave to gasp. He grabbed two pillows and put them under Heero's lower back, raising the boy's hips into the air. Duo positioned himself at Heero's entrance and pushed into him in one swift motion. Heero screamed. The small bit of precum that had leaked over the tip of Duo's cock was not enough to lubricate Heero's channel. His master's length was rough. Duo did not wait for Heero to adjust to the intrusion, but began pumping his hips, causing Heero to jostle back and forth on the bed. Duo worked hard and fast, slamming into his slave over and over again. He grabbed the boy's thighs to get leverage and pumped harder. Heero's breath came ragged from parched lips. He spit syllables out one at a time, knowing they were what his master wanted, needed to hear. "You're..so..big..my..mas..ter! You..fill..me..so..well!" Duo hit the boy's hips with his own, bruising them both. "Fuck you, slave, fuck you!" "Yes, mas..ter! Fuck me!" Duo pushed one last time and emptied himself into the tight, hot channel of his slave, shuddering as he pressed forward, holding himself on the knife edge of pleasure for as long as possible. He leaned back, bracing himself with his hands on the footboard of the bed. "God, but that was good! You are a good boy, Heero." Duo panted, his chest heaving. He pulled out of his slave's ass and climbed over him, straddling his waist. He worked his way up Heero's body until his cock, still semi erect, was poised over Heero's mouth. "Now lick me clean, boy." Heero took his master's cock into his mouth and proceeded to lick it clean of semen. TBC |
