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| Sweat Part 2 of the Blood, Sweat and Tears trilogy I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't post without permission. Look out for angst, non-con, yaoi -- quicksylver -- written 050503 |
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| "H...H...Heero." | ||||||||||||||
| He closed his eyes waited for the first blow to fall. It didn't come. One eye cracked open to see Heero Yuy staring at him. | ||||||||||||||
| "Um... uh.... Heero? I can explain." | ||||||||||||||
| He smiled weakly, moving to disentangle himself from Heero's grip. This proved a catalyst as the wing pilot sprung into action, rolling them both until Heero lay directly above him, pinning his arms above his head. He trembled as blue eyes seemed to pierce him down to his very soul. He could not tear his gaze away. He lay there breathing heavily from the contact of hero's skin and the feel of his weight above him. | ||||||||||||||
| To his eternal shame he found him self growing hard and tried to turn his head away as his faced burned. Heero looked down at where their crotches were pressed together and pressed down slightly with his hips. This caused the one beneath him to let out a low groan in spite of his shame and fear. | ||||||||||||||
| These groans grew in volume as Heero started rotating his hips, pressing his own erection against his captive's. Desperate eyes jerked to look at him, pleading. | ||||||||||||||
| "Heero" he breathed as his blood was heated to a boil. | ||||||||||||||
| "Winner" the wing pilot said, suddenly pulling away to kneel between the other's legs. | ||||||||||||||
| Heero looked down at the blonde who lay panting before him, legs spread open wantonly. He slowly placed two fingers on the other's lips, silencing the other. He then traced his fingertips gently down the neck and chest, ghosting across the left nipple and causing the blonde to arch off the bed with a gasp. The fingertips continued down the chest only to stop at the belt of the other's boxers. The blonde thrust his hip upward, looking up with pleading eyes. | ||||||||||||||
| "Heero... please" came the hoarse and desperate whimper. | ||||||||||||||
| Suddenly he found himself stripped of his boxer, his erection full and free from its confinement. Calloused hands caressed his thighs roughly, leaving faint handprints on the creamy flesh. The blonde looked down and gasped at the size of Heero's erection bobbing between his legs, hard and dark with blood. It wasn't much longer than his own but it was thick. He reached down to grasp it only to have his hands pinned above him once again. | ||||||||||||||
| Blue eyes warned him not to move and he obeyed. Heero grabbed his ankles and lifted them to rest on his shoulder, positioning himself at the blonde's entrance. Hands grasped at the blonde's butt cheeks spreading them to reveal that puckered opening. He could feel the head of Heero's cock as it brushed against his opening and was afraid. This was not how he imagined his first time would be. No romance, no foreplay, no soft words of love or even lubrication to make it less painful. | ||||||||||||||
| He looked up into Heero's eyes and saw only lust. It was not supposed to be like this. | ||||||||||||||
| Pain exploded into his world as Heero's pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle. The blonde cried out, trying to twist away from the hurt. One strong hand held him down as the other clamped over his mouth to stifle the cries. | ||||||||||||||
| He felt as if he was being torn apart by some huge monstrosity. His hands grasped at Heero's trying to dislodge them, scraping the skin and at the bandages. He wanted the pain to stop. Please let the pain stop. | ||||||||||||||
| He could feel the wall of his insides cling to Heero's cock as the wing pilot pushed steadily into his heat. Soon Heero was fully sheathed within the blonde, who was sobbing freely now, hoping that this could end. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Please make it stop. | ||||||||||||||
| With a firm hand holding the other down, Heero began to thrust in and out. The blonde screamed into the hand over his mouth as Heero's cock tore at his insides. It hurt so much. Truly desperate, he began flailing his limbs, beating against Heero's arms and torso with his hands and feet. Shrugging of most of the blows, the wing soldier delivered a stinging slap that echoed in through the darkened room. | ||||||||||||||
| Shocked, the blonde brought one hand up to his burning cheek. Heero hit him. He turned his reddening cheek into the cool pillow, the pain from the slap almost rivaling the pain of Heero tearing into him. He tried to scream but nothing came from his throat. It was like something had broken inside of him. He stopped flailing and lay there as Heero rocked him, the wing pilot's grunts the only sound heard. | ||||||||||||||
| What's happening to me? The blonde wondered. It was as if he detached from the pain and a heavy silence had descended around him. He stared out of the curtain less window at the blinking letters of the hotel sign. Time seemed to slow down as the sounds around him became muffled and warped. The blinking of the lights slowed and grew closer until it seemed as if he could actually see the tiny sparks of electricity that charged through the wired as they came on and the cooling wires when they flickered off. It was the deepest he had ever gone in his introversion and it terrified him. Yet strangely, he didn't want to stop. To stop would carry him back to the pain. He didn't want to go back there, ever. |
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