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"Forsworn "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : BDSM, toys, language, more Feedback : Yes Please.
"Forsworn" An elder Steinway sat at one end of the bar at /Ligeti's/, soft melodies coaxed from it by a young woman reading the standard repertoire from a fake book[1]. At the other end, Duo Maxwell sat in a booth brooding over rare red meat and old wine. He was dressed completely in black: cotton jeans tucked into supple leather boots, a silk turtleneck accompanied by a leather vest. Around his neck hung a teardrop ruby on a silver chain that glinted in the dim light of the bar. Duo tilted his wine slowly, first one way, then the other, watching the legs[2] trickle down the inside of the glass. **Why does the past still hold me? My family -- why do I still care what they think? They're all gone; I'm the only one left.** Duo raised his glass and took a sip. A good Cabrenet. He set the glass down and cut a small bite from his steak. He chewed slowly. **You wanted me to take my father's place, old man. But what about what /I/ wanted? Did you ever think of /that/, grandfather? Did you ever think that my destiny /wasn't/ to carry on the family name?** Duo grimaced. He cut another piece of steak, tearing the meat roughly with his knife. **I wasn't meant to lead a clan. I'm not like you were, grandfather. The great Neculai Radulescu, who defeated the Hospodar[3] and united the people! You told them you'd give them peace. But you were no better than the Hospodar. You bullied the people, told them what was best for them, and dealt harshly with anyone who dared to contradict you. The only reason they tolerated you was because your heavy hand was gentle compared to the Hospodar's.** Duo slumped back in his seat, suddenly aware of the tension in his shoulders. He drank from his glass, refilled it, drank again. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. **Father was so unlike you: a gentle man who wanted peace. Father wanted all of us to have a say in how the land was used. He wanted everyone's voice to be heard. And you! You despised him for that. He wasn't the son you wanted, and you -- you --** Duo slammed his fist down on the table, startling a couple sitting nearby. He squeezed his eyes shut. **I wasn't your son! You tried to make me be the son my father wasn't, and it enraged you that I refused. I wasn't weak like him, was I? I was -- I was --** Duo opened his eyes and looked at his hand, still balled into a fist, and trembling. He moved it to his lap and put his other hand over it. He closed his eyes again, trying to gain control over his emotions. He took a deep breath and held it, then exhaled slowly. **Constantin Radulescu is dead, grandfather. He died the day I walked out of your dining room and through the front door of your grand house. I took the name Duo Maxwell that day, and have never looked back.** "Leave me alone," Duo hissed through clenched teeth. He saw that he had drawn looks from other guests. He stood, pulled money from his wallet and dropped it on the table, and walked out of the bar. * Heero saw his breath in the chill air before him as he rolled the Harley into its place in the garage. He had spent the day roaming the countryside, lost in his thoughts. At dusk he had stopped at a backwater gas station to buy a sandwich and bottle of water, dining underneath an old tree on the side of a gravel road. As he headed back into town, the evening wind too cold on his shoulders, he knew that Duo would be angry with him for not being there when he woke for the night. Heero kicked the stand out on the Harley and pulled a bottle of wipes from the shelf. **I'll have to have a reason for being gone when he wakes.** He finished wiping down the bike and stood, put his arms in the air and stretched, leaning back as far as he could, almost losing his balance. He straightened up and pulled a cover over the bike. He looked at his watch. "Shit. Ten-thirty." Heero hurried into the house. Heero went immediately to his room and changed into his butler's uniform, quickly adjusting his cravat and brushing through his hair with his fingers. He stepped into the kitchen and moved to the cupboard next to the sink to begin preparing his master's evening apertif. "That won't be necessary tonight." Heero froze. **Shit.** He turned to see Duo with one shoulder against the doorjamb, his arms folded across his chest, his feet crossed at the ankles. "Master, I --" "You keep a tidy kitchen. I like that." Heero bowed his head, his chin almost touching his chest. Duo pushed off of the doorjamb and strolled to his slave. He stopped just inches from Heero. He leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Take off your coat, Heero." Heero knew better than to step away from Duo. He leaned back and pulled his coat off, one arm, then the other.. "Put it on the counter." Heero did looking straight ahead, avoiding Duo's eyes. Duo reached up and fingered the cravat around Heero's neck. He pulled at it until it came loose. "Your tie is undone." Heero pulled it from his neck and put it on his coat. Duo unbuttoned the top button on Heero's shirt, then lightly dragged his index finger from Heero's chin, down his Adam's apple, to the soft hollow of his throat. "Take your shirt off." "M-aster? Here?" Duo's eyes flashed with fire. He drew breath through
clenched teeth, making a loud hissing noise. He raised a hand. Heero
quickly began unbuttoning his shirt. Duo lowered his hand. "Good
boy," he said quietly. "Smart boy." When Heero had
the shirt off, Duo grabbed it roughly and threw it on the floor. Heero
stood with his arms at his side, his head down again. Duo unclasped
Heero's belt, pulling it slowly from his pants. He hooked a finger
over the front of the pants and Heero's underwear, pulling them out
a bit from Heero's flat belly. With his other hand Duo slipped the
end of Heero's belt down into his pants. He moved the belt up and
down a few times. Heero shuddered. Duo pulled Heero took a seat at the kitchen table and began removing his shoes. Duo moved to stand behind him and began stroking his hair, running his fingers along his neck and shoulders. "Good kitten, very good. Leave your socks on and drop your pants." Heero stood and did, revealing the bright blue bikini panties Duo liked for him to wear. "I see you're dressed to please me tonight." "Yes, Master." "Not that it's going to do you any good." Heero turned to look at Duo over his shoulder. "M-master, I want to --" Duo narrowed his eyes and held up his hand. "I don't want explanations. You know your duties, Heero, and tonight you forsook them. You're to be punished for that. If I want to know why you weren't here, I'll ask." Heero turned back around and dropped his chin to his chest. "Yes, Master." "Step out of your pants and put them in your room." Heero did. Duo's eyes went soft, the lids half open. He purred, "Come here, Heero." As soon as Heero was within arm's reach, Duo grabbed him and pulled him into a vicious kiss, sinking his tongue deep within Heero's mouth, nipping roughly at his lips. He bent Heero backward at the waist, then straightened him up, almost overbalancing the two of them. Heero's hand shot out to press against the table. He pushed to right himself. Duo broke the kiss and pushed Heero away. "On the floor, slave. Down on all fours." Heero went down on his hands and knees. He inched away from the table and chairs. Duo lifted the silver chain from around his neck, then gently placed the ruby necklace on the counter. He removed his leather vest and pulled his black silk turtleneck over his head, putting both on the kitchen table. "Close your eyes, Heero." He did. Duo saw
that he was trembling. Desire and dread; the perfect combination,
he mused. He rummaged through cabinets until he found what he was
looking for, setting a bottle of olive oil on the counter. He moved
to the refrigerator and opened it. **This will do nicely.** He lifted
the cucumber from the vegetable bin and closed the door. He turned
to look at Heero, on his hands and knees. The young man's body was
trim and muscular. Fine dark hairs trailed up the backs of his thighs
to end in the blue panties, where a fat bulge Duo moved to Heero and knelt, straddling one leg with his knees. He put the cucumber and oil on the floor beside him. Duo grabbed the waist of the panties and roughly yanked them down, leaving them at mid-thigh. He drizzled some olive oil on the fingers of his left hand, then moved them to Heero's anus. He began to massage the sensitive skin. Heero jumped at the touch, his breath catching. Satisfied that Heero was well lubricated, Duo picked up the cucumber with his left hand and drizzled olive oil on one end of it, slicking the length of it. He wiped his hand on a towel pulled from the handle of the oven, then took the cucumber and pushed it into Heero all at once. Heero gasped. He let out a small cry of pain and pushed forward, away from Duo, the cold making him shiver. "Push back against me, Heero. Do it!" Heero complied, and Duo proceeded to fuck his slave roughly with the cucumber. The rough nubs on the surface tormented Heero's asslips and the inside of his channel. Duo shoved the long fruit into Heero all the way, eliciting another gasp from his slave, then stood. "Do not move." Duo left the kitchen, leaving Heero on his knees, trembling. **Master, don't leave me like this! I -- I want you. I need you inside me. I --** The cucumber moved inside of Heero. He tightened his sphincter to keep it in. //He doesn't love you.// **Shut UP!** //You are just a toy to him, a servant, a slave. He uses you to bring him pleasure. And food.// **Shut UP, shut UP!** //You kill for him.// **No!** //You're nothing more than a murderer.// **No, no, no!** //And you do this because you're addicted to the sex he gives you.// Heero shook his head violently. He drew a ragged breath. The cucumber began to slip out of him. He hung his head between his shoulders, whimpering softly. A sharp slap to his buttocks, and Heero's head snapped up. His eyes opened, went wide. "Naughty slave. You have better control than that." Duo stood over Heero, smirking. He grabbed a handful of Heero's hair and pulled his head back. "Don't you?" he snarled. "Ye-yes, Master." Duo released Heero's hair. He stepped away from his slave. "Get it back in." Heero reached toward his ass with one hand. Duo pulled the leather whip he had retrieved from his bedroom from underneath his arm and lightly lashed Heero's arm. "Aaah!" Heero moved his hand back to the floor. "Not with your /hand/, you idiot! Draw it back into you!" Heero pulled with his inner muscles, squeezed his ass cheeks together. The cucumber slowly moved back into Heero's channel. Duo cracked the whip in the air above Heero's head. He flinched at the sharp sound and worked his buttocks faster. Duo cracked the whip again, then looked to see if Heero had been successful. Only the tip of the cucumber was showing. "Good. Now it's time for your punishment." Heero bowed his head. "Do not let the fruit slip from you, or it will go worse for you." "Yes, Master." Duo laid the end of the whip on the back of Heero's neck and slowly moved it down his spine, causing the flesh there to stand up in bumps. When he reached the cleft of his ass, Duo yanked the whip up and snapped it against the round globes of flesh there. Heero grimaced. He tensed his muscles. He drew a sharp breath, the sound of it scratching against his throat. Duo lashed Heero lightly across his buttocks, over and over, playing with him. He hit his back, then his thighs. With each stroke Heero shuddered. He gritted his teeth. He cried out. He gasped for breath. The cucumber began to slip out again. When Duo saw this, he hit Heero hard across the backs of his thighs. "Keep it in!" Heero began to shake violently. "I-'m try-ing, Mas-ter." Duo hit him again and again, the strokes coming harder and faster. Heero sagged, falling to his elbows. He expelled the cucumber. Duo dropped the whip and grabbed Heero's ass, pinching one cheek. Duo pulled his hand back and hit Heero hard. He fell forward, turning his head to one side to keep from hitting his face. Duo cursed and put a foot between Heero's legs and kicked the cucumber away from Heero with the heel of his boot. "You stupid, stupid, son of a bitch!" Duo ground out the words between clenched teeth. He put his foot on Heero's ass and pushed him forward. "Aaah!" Heero's erection caught in the dark hair of his crotch as it rubbed against the floor. "Get up. Get UP!" Heero pushed up with his hands. Duo pushed against his ass. Heero fell forward again. "You worthless piece of shit!" "M-mas-ter..." Duo pushed him once more with his foot, then stepped back. "I said get up!" Duo yanked at his belt buckle. He unzipped his pants and shoved them down, then knelt between Heero's legs. He grabbed Heero's hips and pulled them to him. Heero's knees went under him, and he pushed up with his hands again, coming to a crouch. Duo pushed his black silk boxers down and pulled at his cock, slicking it with his precum. He positioned himself at Heero's stretched hole and drove into him. "Aaah!" "Shut up! Shut UP!" Duo slammed into Heero over and over again, violently fucking him. Heero pushed back at Duo to keep his balance. Bruises bloomed along his hips. He hung his head between his shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut. A tear leaked from one corner of his eye. * Heero opened his eyes. One hand was above his head, the other by his side, the leg of a chair in the crook of his elbow. As he raised his head he drew a knee up towards his waist. The welts on the back of his thigh twinged with the motion. His eyebrows came together, creasing the skin above his nose. He pushed himself off the floor into a sitting position, his buttocks on his heels. A knee slipped a little on his Master's cum. He hissed at the pressure on his thighs, and shifted back, gingerly lowering his rear to the floor and crossing his legs in front of him. He put his arms on his knees, hung his head, shoulders slumped. He picked absently at a sock with one finger. He closed his eyes slowly. "You goddamned! little! fuck!" He snapped his eyes open at the memory of Duo's harsh shriek. He drew a shuddering breath, let it out slowly. His eyes unfocused. On the wall above Heero's head the pendulum of a small, ornate clock quietly marked off seconds one by one. TBC [1] A fake book is a book of songs, just the lyrics, melodies, and chord changes. Musicians use it as a substitute for standard sheet music when improvising. [2] The legs of an alcoholic drink are the narrow streams that run slowly down along the inside of a glass. The more slowly, the more full-bodied the wine is. [3] Hospodar is the Romanian word for governor.
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