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" Head Tripped "Written By: Presser Pairings : 1+2, 2xOC, 3x4 strongly implied Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Lemon, supernatural theme, angst, abuse,
NCS
"Head Tripped" ~ 4 ~ Heero walked from the back door of the safehouse to the edge of the woods surrounding it. He strode purposefully, his training kicking in. "Never act like you don't know what you're doing, even if you don't know what you're doing." Dr. J's words buzzed on the edge of his consciousness, an almost-presence that Heero no longer thought of as not-himself. The heat of the day dissipated in the early evening air. His hand on tree bark drew out the sun's warmth. A slight breeze rustled branches bearing drying, multicolored leaves. "What would make Duo so obsessive about sleeping?" Heero mused. He ducked beneath hanging vines, stepped over fallen logs. Fireflies droned lazily. "Surely he isn't -" Heero stopped the thought from forming, not wanting to admit that it was a possibility. He stopped suddenly as his foot tapped hard metal. Looking down, he realized that he had unintentionally come upon his Gundam, even though he had set out to wander without direction, hoping to give his subconscious time to process his suspicions. Heero crawled across the chest of his mobile suit, taking care to disturb the camouflage as little as possible. He levered open the hatch and crawled inside. Being in the cockpit of his Gundam seemed to clear his head. It was in this seat that he made split-second decisions with minimum information in the heat of battle. He hoped that sitting here would help him to focus his problem-solving skills on the boy he loved. Heero reviewed all that had happened since the beginning of the week. Duo had begun sleeping late three days ago, and each day he had grown more short-tempered and irritable. He had missed breakfast altogether yesterday. Today he had eaten, but had gone back to bed after being up for less than an hour. Heero pondered the scream that had brought all of the pilots into Duo's bedroom, and the bewilderment on his friend's face as he woke up. He had reached out to comfort Duo with a hand on his shoulder, and Duo had reacted almost violently, chasing everyone out of the room. "I know what it's like to be bothered by bad dreams," Heero thought. "Maybe that's all it is. But then why would he sleep more?" Heero puzzled over the situation.
"That's just Heero's way, Quatre," Trowa said softly. "Once he's made his mind up about something, he acts." "Even if he doesn't know what's going on?" Quatre looked to Trowa, hoping his lover would elaborate. "I think he simply made up his mind that he needed to be alone and think through it." "You may be right." Chang Wufei nodded slowly in agreement. "You know, Heero hasn't been sleeping well, either." Wufei and Trowa turned their attention to Quatre. "Didn't you know that?" The two boys shook their heads. "Well, he didn't exactly tell me that," Quatre said. "Last night I met him coming out of the washroom. When I wished him a good night, he said, 'One can hope.' I asked him about it this morning while I was frying bacon. He said that he had had a disturbing dream four nights running." "You'd never know it, would you? I mean, there's no change in /his/ demeanor, is there?" Trowa's eyes flicked from Quatre's face to Wufei's. "If there's one thing that's consistent about Heero Yuy," Chang Wufei said, "it's his attitude. Not revealing his feelings has served him well." "I suppose," Quatre said. "Look," Trowa said, taking Quatre's hand. "Heero cares about Duo. A lot, I think, even though he hasn't said anything about it. He smiles at Duo. I've seen it when he thinks no one else is looking. And that's not something Heero does for just anyone. I think he's worried about Duo, maybe more than he wants to say, because he's not ready to share his feelings about Duo with anyone yet." "And he's gone for a walk to think about the situation," Wufei added. "Give him time; if anyone can think of something to help Duo, it'll be Heero."
Could it be that Duo was having a similar dream? He had said something that might indicate this when everyone was in the room with him, after he had screamed in his sleep. Duo had asked if it was Heero in his dream, but had seemed confused and upset by the thought. "Maybe there's a similar boy in his dreams," Heero thought. "But why would he want to sleep more? What could be drawing him into such a dream?"
"Come, Duo. Come with me." He had walked to the edge of the ring of trees and stepped into the woods, seeming to melt into the thick darkness there. Duo called after the boy. "Heero! Don't leave me, Heero!" and then he was running across the clearing, stopping short at the edge of the forest. He called after the dream-boy again. "Heero? Come back, Heero!" His heart thudding in his chest, he stepped into the thick grove of trees - - and was surrounded by clouds. He was floating in space, a soft light shining through thick clouds in a riot of colors, blue-violet, emerald green, ochre, chalk, topaz, tomato. There was no sense of perspective, no up or down. Duo grew queasy; his legs trembled. "He-Heero? Where are you?" Duo grew frightened. "This way, Duo. Follow the sound of my voice. I'll take care of you." Duo stepped toward the sound. As he moved, clouds parted to make way for him. The sensation was eerie, like pushing through giant, multicolored cotton balls. The dream-boy continued to call to Duo. As he progressed, the clouds became more somber, the colors shifting subtly to more blues and violets. "You're almost here, Duo. Trust me, it will be worth all that you've been through when you get here." "But where is here? Where are we? And why?" "Your answers are coming, Duo. Be patient." The clouds grew darker with each step; Duo's uneasiness mounted. Just as the clouds seemed all but black, Duo heard the boy's voice close and warm. "You're here, Duo. Come to me." Arms reached out of blue-black clouds, gentle hands touched Duo's shoulders. He shuddered with pleasure. The boy pulled Duo through the last of the clouds, into a room unlike any Duo had ever seen. Elaborate tapestries hung on walls of massive rough-cut stones, each the size of a man. The ceiling was impossibly high; pale light scattered from the dome, weakly illuminating the space. A fireplace at one end of the oval-shaped room glowed dimly, the remnants of a huge fire sending flickering embers aloft on lazy updrafts. Near the fire, an enormous bed lay draped in soft pillows, silk sheets, all in tones of lavender and rich purples. At the other end of the room stood a massive oak bar, row upon row of bottles stacked high against a mirror behind it, curiously shaped glasses of every size hanging from a heavy oak rack mounted above the bar. Standing there was the dream-boy, naked. A golden light from behind him cast shadows across his face. He stretched, and Duo tingled with anticipation as muscled limbs gracefully slid through the air. "Come, Duo. I have something for you." The boy raised a glass from the bar, letting the light filter through a smoky topaz liquid. Duo moved toward the boy, and as he did, a fire began to build in his groin. Duo looked down and realized that he was naked, too. As he reached the bar, the boy grabbed Duo's chin and shouted lustily, "Drink!" He pushed the glass to Duo's lips and tipped the contents into Duo's mouth in one swift motion. Heat and pleasure mingled in Duo's throat. He had expected to choke on the drink, but instead found himself greedily gulping until the glass was empty. The other boy held the glass to his lips, laughing loudly when Duo strained to lick the last drops from the smooth glass. "More, please," Duo moaned. "So - so good." "One of these is all you need, Duo. Trust me." "But Heero -" "Come, Duo." The boy took Duo by the hand and led him to the bed at the far end of the room. The fire was low, and Duo felt good. Rested. Alive. The boy sat on the bed and pulled Duo to his knees. Still the shadows hid the boy's face. "Suck me." The tone in the boy's voice left no question as to who was the master here. "Yes, sir." Duo bent his mouth to the heavy, bold cock, taking it gently into his mouth. As he began to suckle his lover, waves of pleasure shot through his throat. It was as though he had a second prostate behind his uvula. Duo moaned. "Good, isn't it? Like nothing you've ever had." The boy's voice was rough with passion, his skin silken. As Duo laved his tongue up and down the boy's cock, he burned with desire. Suddenly the boy grasped Duo's head in his hands, lifting his head forcefully. "No! More!" Duo shouted with anger. "You'll get more, Duo, but /I/ come first here. Never forget that." The boy's voice smoldered. "Now lay down!" The boy pushed Duo's shoulders hard, knocking him back against the floor. Thick, soft animal skins lessened the impact as his head thudded to the ground. "But Heero -" "Shut up!" the boy growled. "Close your eyes!" Duo squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of the rage he heard spilling from the boy. /something cold The boy removed the metal tube from Duo's anus and threw it to one side, the syringe scraping against the slate floor. "Wh-what did you do, Heero?" "Just a little something to numb your prostate. I don't want you passing out - just yet. You need to be awake so you'll know what I'm doing to you." "Doing to me? Heero, why? What are you gonna -" "Shut /up/, Duo. I told you, /I'm/ in charge here, /my/ needs come first. I'm gonna fuck you raw, boy, and you're going to be awake for every delicious minute of it." "But Heero -" "I will /not/ tell you to shut up again, Duo!" Venom poured from the boy's voice. "And stop calling me Heero!" Duo tried to sit up, but the boy back-handed him in the face. He grabbed Duo's legs and slung them over his shoulders. He pumped his massive cock twice with both hands, and then plunged into Duo with great force. Duo screamed with pain. And the demon shrieked with laughter. TBC
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