Wing no Kusabi -A GW/Ai no Kusabi Fusion part 2 ---------------------------------- "Mmmmrmph..." Duo groaned, wincing away from the early morning sunlight. His eyes slowly opened, focusing dully on the silken coverlet under his nose. His fuzzy mind stopped to wonder at that -- he didn't own any silk sheets, did he? Several minutes passed as he tallied the contents of his closet. Nope, he owned some nice satin ones, but no silk. Perhaps he was at Wufei's place then...? He made a move to get up and check, then winced, lifting a hand to rub at his throbbing temples. K'so, that bloody hurt!!! He frowned, trying to remember what he'd been up to, but the previous night's events were all a blur....What HAD he been drinking? His brow wrinkled even more as the unfamiliar weight on his arms slowly registered in his mind. What the hell--? Violet eyes grew wide as the slender boy saw the silver chains that bound his wrists. * * * * * Heero stared at the longhaired boy, a small, decidedly predatory, smile playing on his lips. In the nineteen years since he'd emerged from the Genesis labs, he'd never seen a more delicious sight than that boy, bound and helpless in his bed. Cobalt eyes burned as he watched the boy attempt to free himself, his struggles only causing the thin blanket covering him to slide to the floor. Heero's mouth went dry at the sight of all that glorious skin, bared for him to enjoy. Well, now. Who was he to spit in the face of such temptation? Smirking, he stepped forward out of the shadows, fingers already tingling with the remembered feel of that silken flesh. * * * * * The soft, ominous sounds of boots on plush carpeting stilled Duo's frantic hands. He stole a peek over his shoulder and gulped, a chill running down his spine. There, stalking towards him like some primeval forest predator, was the Blondie. His eyes skittered over the skintight leather that adorned the older man's body and focused on the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Duo slowly inched back, suddenly horribly aware of his unclothed state. He looked mournfully at the blanket that lay puddled on the floor, just beyond his reach. He was jerked back into awareness as cool fingers grasped his chin and lifted his face to meet the Blondie's. "Hello, Pet." * * * * * Large eyes grew impossibly wide, then narrowed indignantly at his words. "Pet?!? I'm not a Pet!" The boy spat, hands coming up to push away his own. Heero smirked. "You are if I say you are." The young mongrel let out an outraged gasp. "Just who died and made you God?!?" He tugged at his bonds. "And what the hell is THIS???" Heero quirked an aristocratic eyebrow. "You don't like them? I happen to think they fit you quite perfectly, my little Pet." He leaned closer, leather-clad thigh brushing against naked flesh. The boy growled. "Stop calling me that!" He wriggled back, putting as much distance between them as his chains would allow. "And I'm NOT your little anything!!!" His lips curved in a feral grin. "I seem to recall you offering yourself up to me last night. Or are you going to deny that as well?" "That was just to pay you back. This," shaking his bound wrists emphatically, "was not part of the deal!" "Ah," he drawled, capturing the flailing limbs and tugging the boy forward. "But you offered without setting any limits." He nipped the boy's ear, whispering huskily, "I can do with you as I wish." "No!" The boy jerked back, simultaneously bucking up to dislodge the bigger man. Heero hissed as his burgeoning erection came into contact with soft, firm skin. Deciding that he had had enough of talking, he yanked the slender wrists up and covered the thrashing body with his own. "Accept it, Pet," he growled, riding out the frenzied struggles. "You belong to me now." With that, he ducked his head and gave the young mongrel a forceful, possessive kiss. * * * * * ~tsuzuku~ *goldster blushes madly, covers her head and runs off to hide*