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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,392
Reviews:
7
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Part VII
Disclaimer: I do not own Duo or Heero.
Warning: scenes of Violence and Non-con.
Part VII
The force of the bullets penetrating his body toppled Heero over backwards. He scrambled to get away from his assailant. A small girl probably no more than 12 stood against the black smoldering ruins. The machine gun she fired was much too big for her body. The but-end of the gun was jammed into a hole in the wall behind her. That was the only thing that kept her from being tossed around by the recoil. All she had to do was aim and pull the trigger. She couldn’t manage much aim like that though. Heero had a few scrapes on his right thigh and in the fleshy part of his left arm was a hole or two. The only serious hit was just now to his stomach. Heero collected himself. If he could dive far enough to one side, she wouldn’t be able to maneuver the gun enough to hit him. He jumped and rolled landing a few feet to her left. Before she could even turn to face him, he pulled his own gun and shot her in the temple. The small body stood perfectly still in the air for just a moment. Then as the blood fell from the fatal wound, she fell to the ground. He sagged against the wall to rest. He would have to walk over her to get out. Looking at her he saw himself from the beginning of the war, a child programmed to kill. Fighting because they told her to fight. Heero no longer knew why he fought. There had been a reason at one time. Something important. His hand felt down to the wound in his stomach. This wasn’t like a broken leg. He couldn’t just dig out the bullet and sew himself back up. His head was beginning to spin. His blood was everywhere. Need to get back to my Gundam. He was sweating profusely. It was getting hard to breath. Heero tried to stand and only fell in a heap on the ground.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Heero felt a boot dig into his side and flip him over. A bright light blinded him so he couldn’t see but he knew there was someone towering over him
“Now, you wouldn’t be the pilot of that shiny hunk of metal hidden waaaaay over there, would ya?”
Heero groaned and tried to crawl away.
“Oh no pretty boy. You’re coming with me.”
Heero felt something being pulled over his head. It tightened at his neck and he was surrounded by darkness. He was heaved uncomfortably onto a shoulder. He whimpered in pain as each step jarred his body irritating his wounds. There was really no need to cover his head because his consciousness was slipping. He wavered in and out thinking of the girl he’d just killed, the need to get back to his Gundam, Duo’s soft warm embrace. Then he was out.
*****
Duo smiled down at Heero. The beautiful face was silhouetted against the brilliant blue sky. A warm breeze rippled threw long dark waves of hair. Heero reached up to cup Duo’s face. Duo’s lips moved as if he were saying something. “What?” inquired Heero but Duo only continued to sweetly smile at him. Heero pulled Duo down for a kiss. The soft pliant lips and sweet mouth came upon his slowly causing Heero to groan with need. As they kissed Heero slid his hands along the sides of Duo’s perfect naked body. He could feel Duo undulating on top of him, pressing him down into the grass. The sound of his own heavy breath filled Heero’s ears. It was impatient and needful. He wanted more of Duo, more kissing, more touching. Heero kissed hard and deep his tongue frantically searching every surface in Duo’s mouth. Duo’s hands caressed Heero’s hips as the two bodies rocked with waves of Heero’s kisses. A leg slipped in between Heero’s to ride against Heero’s already throbbing erection. Heero’s breath sounded like a roaring train in is ears matching the intensity of his lust.
He was on top of Duo now. The warm breeze had turned hot. Below him he saw the angelic face surrounded by a halo of shinny dark hair on the hot white sand. Duo’s legs were wrapped around him pulling him forward. He watched as Duo’s lips formed words he still couldn’t hear. He surged forward into the body beneath him closing his eyes as he fulfilled his greatest desire. He heard another sound, now. Rapid rhythmic bursts out in the distance. Thrusting in and out of Duo he felt unbelievable pleasure, love and power. He pushed harder wanting more. The sharp pelting sounds increased. He opened his eyes. Duo’s face was twisted in pain. Angry tears flowed down a red face. His mouth was open in a silent scream. Duo’s hands beat fiercely on Heero’s chest.
The while sand turned to soft grey ash. It billowed and puffed as Heero rammed into Duo. The banging sounds filled his head along with his harsh breathing. He penetrated Duo deep, hard and fast. He couldn’t stop. He had to finish. It was his mission. He had to complete his mission. He hated the sounds in his ears, the pleasure he felt as Duo fought mutely beneath him. As he erupted inside Dou the hot wind turned icy cold, the sky drew dark and all sounds stopped.
Duo was motionless beneath him streaked with the black ash on which they lay. Heero felt someone beside him. He looked up into the face a young girl. He felt a vague sense of recognition. He looked down at the unresponsive form sitting in his lap. Something was wrong with Duo. Heero looked up at the girl wanting to beg her for help. She reached out her arms to them as if to offer a comforting embrace. But her arms transformed into large metal machine guns. Heero dove to cover Duo as a rain of bullets came down at them. He was screaming Duo’s name as the rapid timbre of gun fire exploded around them. He waited for the stinging pain of bullets entering his body to come. But it never did. He pulled back from Duo to see the boy’s clothes full of tiny holes oozing red liquid. Duo’s eyes were frozen eerily open. No, he can’t be dead. No!
Heero looked away from the lifeless body in his arms. The girl had returned to normal.
“Why?” Heero screamed, “Why did you have to do this?!?!”
She slowly raised her hand pointing at Heero. Heero looked down to see Duo lying on the ground at his feet. His arms felt heavy and hard to move. He raised them up to see they had turned into guns, too.
*****
It had been 5 days and 6 bottles of vodka since Heero left on his mission. Duo sat alone in the safe house. He reassured himself that it wasn’t uncommon for missions to go long. He hadn’t actually seen the assignment but Heero’s note had said he’d be back in two days. Duo was beginning to get antsy. This was too long. He decided to contact the docs and see what was up. Maybe Heero was downed in some weather somewhere. He was beginning to type when a mission popped up. What the fuck? I’m supposed to be out of commission for 10 more days. He entered his password and retrieved the mission.
It was coordinates to the location of 01, a list of override codes and orders to retrieve the Gundam suit.
“What about the pilot?” Dou said to the computer reading the orders over again. “What about the God Damn PILOT?!?!”
As if responding to Duo’s demand a final message appeared. No contact from pilot of 01 for 96 hours. Pilot is MIA and presumed dead.
Of course they would assume he was dead. You teach all the good little pilots to off themselves as soon as they’re’ captured. Idiots. Morons. Heero’s not dead. He can’t be. He sincerely hoped Heero wasn’t such a good little pilot anymore.
~TBC~
Warning: scenes of Violence and Non-con.
Part VII
The force of the bullets penetrating his body toppled Heero over backwards. He scrambled to get away from his assailant. A small girl probably no more than 12 stood against the black smoldering ruins. The machine gun she fired was much too big for her body. The but-end of the gun was jammed into a hole in the wall behind her. That was the only thing that kept her from being tossed around by the recoil. All she had to do was aim and pull the trigger. She couldn’t manage much aim like that though. Heero had a few scrapes on his right thigh and in the fleshy part of his left arm was a hole or two. The only serious hit was just now to his stomach. Heero collected himself. If he could dive far enough to one side, she wouldn’t be able to maneuver the gun enough to hit him. He jumped and rolled landing a few feet to her left. Before she could even turn to face him, he pulled his own gun and shot her in the temple. The small body stood perfectly still in the air for just a moment. Then as the blood fell from the fatal wound, she fell to the ground. He sagged against the wall to rest. He would have to walk over her to get out. Looking at her he saw himself from the beginning of the war, a child programmed to kill. Fighting because they told her to fight. Heero no longer knew why he fought. There had been a reason at one time. Something important. His hand felt down to the wound in his stomach. This wasn’t like a broken leg. He couldn’t just dig out the bullet and sew himself back up. His head was beginning to spin. His blood was everywhere. Need to get back to my Gundam. He was sweating profusely. It was getting hard to breath. Heero tried to stand and only fell in a heap on the ground.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Heero felt a boot dig into his side and flip him over. A bright light blinded him so he couldn’t see but he knew there was someone towering over him
“Now, you wouldn’t be the pilot of that shiny hunk of metal hidden waaaaay over there, would ya?”
Heero groaned and tried to crawl away.
“Oh no pretty boy. You’re coming with me.”
Heero felt something being pulled over his head. It tightened at his neck and he was surrounded by darkness. He was heaved uncomfortably onto a shoulder. He whimpered in pain as each step jarred his body irritating his wounds. There was really no need to cover his head because his consciousness was slipping. He wavered in and out thinking of the girl he’d just killed, the need to get back to his Gundam, Duo’s soft warm embrace. Then he was out.
*****
Duo smiled down at Heero. The beautiful face was silhouetted against the brilliant blue sky. A warm breeze rippled threw long dark waves of hair. Heero reached up to cup Duo’s face. Duo’s lips moved as if he were saying something. “What?” inquired Heero but Duo only continued to sweetly smile at him. Heero pulled Duo down for a kiss. The soft pliant lips and sweet mouth came upon his slowly causing Heero to groan with need. As they kissed Heero slid his hands along the sides of Duo’s perfect naked body. He could feel Duo undulating on top of him, pressing him down into the grass. The sound of his own heavy breath filled Heero’s ears. It was impatient and needful. He wanted more of Duo, more kissing, more touching. Heero kissed hard and deep his tongue frantically searching every surface in Duo’s mouth. Duo’s hands caressed Heero’s hips as the two bodies rocked with waves of Heero’s kisses. A leg slipped in between Heero’s to ride against Heero’s already throbbing erection. Heero’s breath sounded like a roaring train in is ears matching the intensity of his lust.
He was on top of Duo now. The warm breeze had turned hot. Below him he saw the angelic face surrounded by a halo of shinny dark hair on the hot white sand. Duo’s legs were wrapped around him pulling him forward. He watched as Duo’s lips formed words he still couldn’t hear. He surged forward into the body beneath him closing his eyes as he fulfilled his greatest desire. He heard another sound, now. Rapid rhythmic bursts out in the distance. Thrusting in and out of Duo he felt unbelievable pleasure, love and power. He pushed harder wanting more. The sharp pelting sounds increased. He opened his eyes. Duo’s face was twisted in pain. Angry tears flowed down a red face. His mouth was open in a silent scream. Duo’s hands beat fiercely on Heero’s chest.
The while sand turned to soft grey ash. It billowed and puffed as Heero rammed into Duo. The banging sounds filled his head along with his harsh breathing. He penetrated Duo deep, hard and fast. He couldn’t stop. He had to finish. It was his mission. He had to complete his mission. He hated the sounds in his ears, the pleasure he felt as Duo fought mutely beneath him. As he erupted inside Dou the hot wind turned icy cold, the sky drew dark and all sounds stopped.
Duo was motionless beneath him streaked with the black ash on which they lay. Heero felt someone beside him. He looked up into the face a young girl. He felt a vague sense of recognition. He looked down at the unresponsive form sitting in his lap. Something was wrong with Duo. Heero looked up at the girl wanting to beg her for help. She reached out her arms to them as if to offer a comforting embrace. But her arms transformed into large metal machine guns. Heero dove to cover Duo as a rain of bullets came down at them. He was screaming Duo’s name as the rapid timbre of gun fire exploded around them. He waited for the stinging pain of bullets entering his body to come. But it never did. He pulled back from Duo to see the boy’s clothes full of tiny holes oozing red liquid. Duo’s eyes were frozen eerily open. No, he can’t be dead. No!
Heero looked away from the lifeless body in his arms. The girl had returned to normal.
“Why?” Heero screamed, “Why did you have to do this?!?!”
She slowly raised her hand pointing at Heero. Heero looked down to see Duo lying on the ground at his feet. His arms felt heavy and hard to move. He raised them up to see they had turned into guns, too.
*****
It had been 5 days and 6 bottles of vodka since Heero left on his mission. Duo sat alone in the safe house. He reassured himself that it wasn’t uncommon for missions to go long. He hadn’t actually seen the assignment but Heero’s note had said he’d be back in two days. Duo was beginning to get antsy. This was too long. He decided to contact the docs and see what was up. Maybe Heero was downed in some weather somewhere. He was beginning to type when a mission popped up. What the fuck? I’m supposed to be out of commission for 10 more days. He entered his password and retrieved the mission.
It was coordinates to the location of 01, a list of override codes and orders to retrieve the Gundam suit.
“What about the pilot?” Dou said to the computer reading the orders over again. “What about the God Damn PILOT?!?!”
As if responding to Duo’s demand a final message appeared. No contact from pilot of 01 for 96 hours. Pilot is MIA and presumed dead.
Of course they would assume he was dead. You teach all the good little pilots to off themselves as soon as they’re’ captured. Idiots. Morons. Heero’s not dead. He can’t be. He sincerely hoped Heero wasn’t such a good little pilot anymore.
~TBC~