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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,
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"Head Tripped" ~5~ As Heero thought about his dream, he idly ran his fingers over the control panel of his Gundam. The power to kill lay mute beneath his touch, the power to change the world, perhaps. There was nothing Heero wouldn't do to help Duo, no lengths to which he would not go. Yet he felt powerless to help him. "Maybe if I tell Duo about my dream, he'll feel like talking more about what's happening in his own dream," Heero thought. Heero stirred restlessly in the cockpit of Wing Gundam. He knew that there was more to this than his desire to help his friend; he knew Duo was more to him than that. "Why can't I tell him how I feel?" Heero thought. Suddenly the boy's demeanor changed. "If I care about Duo, and he's in some kind of trouble, then I have to -" Heero's chin jerked up toward the hatch. Bright afternoon sun shone through autumn branches. He climbed out of Gundam Wing's cockpit, securing the camouflage, and marched toward the safehouse.
As the delicate blonde boy entered the living room, he heard Wufei curse. "Bastard! I didn't see that coming!" "Well, you always were one for action instead of strategy." "Damn, you Trowa! I'm just no good at chess." "Think of it as a battle with Oz mobile suits, only you have time to think between the moves." "That's what's so frustrating about it! In battle, you react without thinking. In chess, you have to think all the time!" "So, you're saying that reflexes are no good in the game of chess?" "Yeah! Duh!" Wufei tilted his king's head to the board with a snap of his wrist, ending the match with the traditional sign of defeat. "Do you think Heero's ever going to tell Duo how he feels about him?" "Huh? What was that, Quat?" Trowa looked up, his victory smile still bright on his face. "It might be just what Duo needs to help him snap out of this mood he's in." "Perhaps," Wufei said carefully, "but that's not something we can do anything about." "You don't think it would be a good idea to talk to Heero? Encourage him to tell Duo?" "Quatre," Wufei said, standing and moving to the couch, "Do you really think that Heero Yuy will take advice from you about his love life?" Quatre blushed. "I guess not." Trowa took his hand, pulling the gentle boy down beside him. "I know you mean well," Trowa said softly, "but this definitely something that Heero has to work out for himself." "And he will, Quatre; just give him time. Heero always comes to the right conclusion." Wufei half-smiled at his friend. Quatre returned the smile as Trowa pulled his head against his chest.
"As far as we know," Quatre said. "I have reason to suspect that he may be dreaming about something that troubles him," Heero said. "Such as?" Wufei asked. "Such as a boy who is trying to get him to do something." "What would make you think that, Heero?" Trowa's eyebrows bunched together as he spoke. "Because I have had a dream like that; for the past four nights I've dreamed that a boy is standing at the foot of my bed, calling my name. When I refuse to answer, he gets violent." "And then what happens?" Quatre leaned forward on elbows as Heero spoke. "Nothing. I wake up before anything happens." "And what makes you think this is what's troubling Duo?" Wufei asked. "I - I don't know. It's just a hunch." "If Duo /was/ having a dream like yours, then why would he want to sleep more?" Trowa cocked his head slightly to one side. "You'd think he'd be trying to stay awake all the time if it was a bad dream." "I don't know. It doesn't make sense to me, either. But this is all I've got to go on. Something tells me Duo is in danger, and we have to do something to help him." "What do you propose we do, Heero?" Wufei spoke for Trowa and Quatre. "I want to wake him up and tell him about my dream. Maybe it will give him the courage to open up and tell me what's going on." "Don't wake him up, Heero," Quatre said. "If he's having some sort of bad dream, then waking him in the middle of it could be really disturbing to him. Wait till he wakes up on his own, then talk to him." Heero considered that. "Maybe you're right. But let's all keep a watch out for him. If anyone hears him make any sounds in his sleep, make sure I know about it." "Okay, Heero," Trowa said. "Wufei, will you help me go over our contingency plans? I want to make sure that we can get our Gundams out if our security here is breached." "Sure." Wufei stood with Heero, leaving Quatre and Trowa sitting at the breakfast table.
"Fuck!" Duo yelled in pain. "Yes, I /am/ fucking you, Duo." The boy laughed again. Even in the midst of the raping - for rape is what it was - Duo shuddered at the maniacal sound. "Bu - but why? Why?!" "I /told/ you, shut the hell /up/!" The boy leaned in until his nose was almost touching Duo's. His hips continued to grind against Duo's ass, his cock's friction tearing at Duo's anus. Duo saw blue eyes hazed with an unnatural lust, and he quailed in fear. "Speak again, and you'll be sorry you did!" Duo whimpered, but the boy did not slap him again. The boy leaned back and warmed to his work. Smooth hips continued to slam into Duo's ass over and over again. Inside Duo the head of the large cock thudded forcefully into Duo's numbed prostate. The injection the boy had given him had done its work. Had it not, Duo would have passed out from the pain of the boy's thrusts. "You're pretty, Duo; did you know that? I bet you knew that, didn't you?" The boy balanced on one hand, freeing the other to move to Duo's face. Duo turned his head when the boy tried to caress his cheek. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!" The sound that came from the boy was inhuman. He slapped Duo again with the back of his hand. Duo turned his face to the boy, fighting back tears. "Better. Now keep your eyes open, Duo. It's about to get good, real good." The boy put both hands on Duo's hips, sliding them around to grab his lower back. With a violent pull, Duo was snapped into an upright position, his knees bent, the boy now laying on the floor beneath him. "Ride me, Duo. Move your legs! I want to feel you ride me!" Duo obeyed, forcing himself up and down on the boy. "Harder, Duo, and faster, too. I want more. Bang me senseless, you slut!" As Duo increased his speed, he let his full weight fall on the boy, only to lift it again and again. The boy's cock in his ass was painfully tight. "Now, Duo, I told you it was gonna get good, right?" Duo was pumping as hard and fast as he could, taking the boy's full length, rough pants coming from his throat. His face was turned to the ceiling, his eyes squeezed shut. "LOOK AT ME!" The boy roared; Duo snapped his head down to look into violent blue eyes. "Your prostate won't stay numb forever, Duo. When it wears off, you're gonna like what I do to you!" Duo whimpered, remembering what had happened when he spoke without permission. "Should be just about ... now!" The boy began to move his hips, rising to meet Duo's ass halfway in the air. Bruises bloomed along Duo's ass and pelvis. Duo's prostate was returning to normal. The boy's cock pounded it over and over again. Duo grew nauseous, but kept pumping up and down, his thighs burning. "Here we go!" The boy thrust upward one last time, and Duo was transfigured. The head of the boy's cock slammed into Duo's prostate, but this time it didn't stop there. The boy's penis seemed to be growing inside Duo, entering his prostate and becoming one with it. "Aaaaaahhh!" The boy shouted, and released his sperm. Duo felt waves of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as though the boy was coming /inside/ his prostate, his cum mingling with Duo's own seed. Duo's world constricted to a white-hot point inside his ass. He paused in mid-motion, halfway up on his knees. The boy shuddered with delight as his cock pumped upward into Duo's prostate over and over again. And then it was over. Duo fell forward onto the boy's chest. The boy continued to pump slowly into Duo, milking himself of the last of his cum. Duo panted heavily, sweat running down his neck. "Sit up." The tone was low but harsh. "Can't move, can't -" "I /said/, sit UP!" The boy pushed Duo's shoulders, forcing him into an upright position. Duo yelled in pain. "You liked that, didn't you? If you're good, I'll give you some more. Want more, Duo? Huh?" The boy's smirk was accompanied by half-lidded eyes still filled with lust. He gently pushed his cock against Duo's prostate, and began to cum again. Duo's back arched, his eyes went wide. The pleasure returned, more intense than before. He began to swoon. The boy thrust again, and Duo passed out. ~ oOo ~
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