"Eh...Heero?"
"Nothing much. It's Duo, he wants to borrow something from you..."
"What does he want to borow? Well, come on in first." Quatre smiles at him politely as he invites Heero inside.
"Er..um..that..." Heero obviously looks a bit uneasy, he scratches his head. *Damn Duo, why can he borrow himself?!* "Um...that..."
"What?" Quatre comes back with two cups of tea and places them on the table.
"...I have no idea...hm, Duo said that, you have a lot of doujinshis here. He was asking if he could borrow several from you." Heero finished the statement all in one breath.
"Doujinshis?" There's not even a hint of surprise in Quatre's voice. "No problem at all! But I don't know what kind he wants?"
"Er...there're different types...?"
"Of course!" Quatre replies, unable to hide the smile on his face. "I guess Duo didn't tell you what doujinshi is then."
Heero feels uncomfortable all over and a bit irritated, he turns his head away. "Who cares anyway? It's only a kind of book."
"They're in my room, why don't you come with me. I don't know which ones Duo would prefer..."
In his room, Quatre hands him a thin book.
"Manga?"
"No, it's a novel. Hm, I haven't read this one for a while."
Quatre crosses his legs and sit down next to Heero, reading over his shoulder while placing his other hand on the ground and slowly presses against Heero.
By now Quatre is already literally breathing into Heero's ear. But Heero still hasn't detected anything.
Quatre blows lightly on to the side of Heero's face. "Heero, your hair smells really good."
"Ah?"
"Does Duo wash it for you?" Quatre is already kissing his ear.
"Uh...no, um...Quatre...ah...!"
... At this time, he should be home, right....?
Duo stands quietly outside the front door. At the last minute, he decides that he won't knock the door but will instead come in from the side, where there're less security.
"Hah!"
That was easy. Duo opens Quatre's backdoor casually. There's no one there.
"...in the room already? Quatre..."
No...Quatre...
He feels his back pressing against the ice cold wall.
He feels so confused, and he can't breath; those pair of lips have already kiss him, burning.
"--!!!"
Quatre's tender hands pin his wrists against the wall, one of his hands then travels down his side and parts his legs.
"...Hn..!!!"
Heero's whole body jolts and breaks away violently, Quatre grabs onto one of his wrists and pulls at him hard. Heero falls into Quatre's arms before he has a chane to regain his balance, that heated body burning against his back like fire, binding him...
"No--"
Hot but yet icy finger tips control his every emotions and heated feeling, it is as if all his strength has been suddenly drained away. Just as those fingers brush back again, he feels even more paralyzing passion heating up between his legs, threatening to break him into little pieces--
Heero lies on his back, his strength lost as Quatre wrap his arm around his neck tenderly and tilt his face up with one hand, lightly licking his trembling lips.
His tongue is soft, but burning. It's not tender, but intead an invasion-
"No..."
He wants to gather up his strength and fight back, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape from Quatre's grasps.
Quatre suddenly lifts him up and carry him. Not letting Heero struggle, Quatre has already open the door to his closet, carrying him into that space with the size of half a bedroom.
The dark shadow leans against the door of the closet, he smiles as he watches Heero slowly gets up.
The corner of his lips is bleeding, a small trickle of blood rolls down, marking a red trial, those pair of blue eyes filled with determination, fright, and confusion. His on guard expression, only makes Quatre even more turned on, makes him want to love and pity him at the same time.
Duo has already entered the room.
"--Quatre? --"
Du...Duo...Uwah...!!
Quatre shuts the closet door tightly.
He can feel the fingers forcing his mouth open, painfully pulling at the already torn tissues. It seems there's a slight taste of blood.
No...NO--
Those fingers inside of his body, embedding, piercing, wetting and invading. He feels his whole body going numb. Quatre's other hand slips in between his lips, teasing his tongue, and keeping him from moaning out loud.
"......"
"Hm...." Quatre smiles softly and bites lightly onto Heero's earlobe and along the side of his neck, the friction when the soft tender white skin rubs against each other, feels like burning fire. Heero's hand tighten onto the clothes underneath his fingers, and raise his head again, he can no longer control his breathing, as the forces and emotions rushes against him again and again like fire, burning and tightening his nerves...
Fingers cold as knives slowly press against his throat and move downward. Sliding slowly over his chest.
"...Do you know? ..."
Quatre's voice is so low that it's unreal like a dream. There's no way to get away from that voice, that breathing, his smile is like that of a dark angel, and he tenderly lifts up Heero's chin-
"...Duo is right outside. Do you want to let him hear your voice?"
Duo...
"But, do you think Duo will save you...?"
"--!"
The wrists are suddenly bound, strips of cloth binding and tightening on him like poison snakes, his legs are parted forcefully, fear he has never experienced before overcomes him, as Quatre leans down slowly and places his mouth, swallowing him between his legs-
"...!!"
De...Devil...just like a Devil's ravishment, those soft lips become the most frightening torture, sucking him, draining all his strength, draining away all his resistence. Those light biting and sucking, that painful but yet pleasurable onslaught in which his body can no longer take. He can't take it anymore. Quatre knows that Duo is right outside, but he refuses to keep Heero quiet. Heero bites his lower lip tightly, feeling blood leaking out from the bite.
No--can't call for Duo. Don't want to let him see, don't want to--
No...No--Nooo---
"...Suffer more then." Quatre smiles as he licks away the wetness and stickiness at the corner of his mouth, slowly caressing those bruises and kiss marks on Heero's body, his finger tips making lazy circles on his abdomen. Quatre leans down again.
Blood stains his lips, those dazed and defeated eyes. Heero's breathing, fast but shallow.
That terrifying tension, the unsteady coursing of the boiling blood. Sweet terror, fright, shock, sanity about to collapse, just like fire melting together into the body, sweet like blood...
Quatre's soft but rapid breathing sound like sighs.
"This is not -- the last ..."
No...Heero's trembling hand reaches toward the door. But finally drops back onto the ground.
Save me. Duo...
That soundless plea and cry. Somebody...
After having stood quietly for two seconds, Duo kicks open oneof the books on the ground and sits himself onto the bed. He then reaches for the remote control with a familiarity and turn on the television.
But he does not turn on the sound. Duo stares at the silent screen, thinking about something.
The body drops slowly into the soft pile of clothes... Quatre's force, never letting go, hot, and painful. Heero pulls and tears at the clothes under him, his pained breathing hot and laboured.
Who is going to ... save me ... tears roll down, Heero gazes into nothingless.
Fire covers everything and destroys it. That scorching heat glues onto him, burning him, destroying him. Breathing, out of control and sweat rolling down, he is this helpless, even as he hurt Quatre's arm he still can't escape. The fire once again invade him and merge with him, invading adn controlling his body and conscience, he can't escape.
"......."
Quatre's blue eyes watches him intensely.
At that moment of his entry, Heero feels his nerves snap apart, a torrent running through him, followed by the extreme pain, fear, collapse and feeling of being destroyed ... too sweet for Quatre to sense. He bends down and places a kiss at Heero's ear, the tears stained face, deeply inhaling all that he has, that unstable tension.
"It won't hurt anymore..."
"........"
Heero bites down on Quatre's collar.
He can only control himself this way, to keep himself from crying out. At this point, it seems that the breathing of the person on top of him has soften as well. Sweat beads drop down slowly from that golden hair. The usually soft lips kisses his neck. Suddenly, that tearing pain and ecstacy, pierces through him again--
The indescribable horror shoots through his veins, between his gasps and heartbeat, penetrating him again and again, piercing through his whole body, all his senses, his thoughts, his souls, his existence, death and demise...
Quatre lifts him up, lifting him up from that fire and ashes using his tender gestures; and those apologetic stares, as well as the dark love of the God of Death, his locks of blond hair covers him, destroying him, covering up his fragrant scent. He nods slightly in apology. And that brief moment after, at the moment when he cannot stop himself. The moment when he penetrates him again, using the hungry kiss to take away his breath.
The dying hunger and soul-robbing thirst. Completely filled him, using his intensity, his cruelty, a concentration and passion. Entering again and again, tearing apart, eating away, and fiercely robbing.
The strong fast heartbeat, as if about to end, about to die. Too beautiful, too seductive, turbulent and choatic currents making rounds and rounds of hot fiery tearing, turning, in his blue eyes Heero can see them gleaming with a passion.
But what is on his mind at that final moment, is the image of Duo. Yet, his voice has already betrayed him.
"...Qua...tre..."
The white body entangles with the torn garments, curls up like a fetus. Those freed wrists, scraped with traces of blood. A blanket is pulled slowly over him, covering his beautiful skin.
Duo crosses his arms over his chest, watching coldly from the door.
"But..." Quatre lifts up his head and looks at Duo. "It's better if you pretend that you don't know anything about this."
"So that he won't get hurt?" Duo walks toward the bed and tilts up Quatre's face. The golden locks trembles and shakes a little, Quatre's clear blue eyes are so beautiful, a tender but yet dark angel--
"You really like him, don't you?" Duo asks.
Quatre doesn't answer. He turns his head again and stares at the curled up figure on the bed.
Yes or no, truth or lies. Those black wings slowly sweeps across that breathing figure, and drops back down slowly by his feet.
------------------------Dark Wings (END)----------------------------