Author's Note: Thank you to everyone for reviewing its nice to know I'm not forgotten. I forgot to dedicate this fic in the first chapter. It's for Akuma who took the time to track me down and demand I write. Lol, I never could ignore a bribe but this was actually several months in the making. Hope every one enjoys it.
Innocence Maintained Part 2
As his brain tried desperately to process the fact that, that cherished first kiss he had dreamed of was this brutal violent thing, Heero felt it deepen. A warm tongue filled his mouth slack with surprise, sweeping over bloody damaged tissue and tasting the boy beneath the pain. The harsh movement gentled and firm lips softened coaxing a response from him. Heero was too shocked to notice anything much less the heat pooling in his groin like melting chocolate. The barest hints of pleasure rippled through him and Prussian eyes widened in shock as a warm hand caressed his side. Violently he pushed Duo away. He could deal with pain and survive somewhat intact but he refused to be a willing participant to his own violation.
"No." He whimpered and cringed at the weakness in his own voice. Whether he was denying Duo's touch or this entire situation not even he knew.
With an answering growl of irritation Duo ripped off the simple cotton robe easily. He had waited so long for this; there was no more patience in him as he revealed the smaller boy. Duo was past reasoning and the frantic attempts Heero made at escape inflamed him. Whether it was with anger, passion or a mixture of both he was beyond recognizing it. Using a strap of ruined material he wound it several times around Heero's thin wrists then tied it to the head board. Duo didn't even notice how harshly the torn cotton bit into the tender flesh.
Heero stilled suddenly looking anywhere but at Duo. He was sprawled across expensive sheets, immobilized like some high class whore and the reality that his father had sold him like one to this stranger caused his cheeks to heat in shame. As a commanding hand caressed his bare flesh intimately Heero whimpered and closed his eyes. Trying ineffectually to melt into the mattress away from that invasive touch.
"No No No No No No!" His brain screamed as the words spilled from his lips in a whisper that Duo's growl of displeasure told him was heard.
"Fine then, we'll stop pretending I'm making love to you." A husky voice whispered in his ear. "I'm not in the mood to coddle whimpering virgins tonight, boy."
A slight shifting of weight and a moment later his legs were spread painfully wide as Duo settled between them. A cold slick substance was rubbed into the sensitive flesh of his anus and a warm wet tongue licked the head of his cock leisurely. With a gasp Heero's eyes flew open. Duo looked like some ancient succubus designed to steal his soul through sex. Duo bent his head of suckle at the soft tip and Heero's rebellious body tightened and hardened, too shocked to note the slick finger thrusting into his virgin entrance.
Licking the half hard erection in front of him Duo smiled greedily. Mmmm essence of Heero Yuy. Licking, stroking and sucking he brought Heero to his impressive full arousal. He glanced heavy lidded at the pretty boy arching beneath his touch, it was almost time.
'Mmmm...'
The warmth of Duo's mouth, the wet suction as he pulled Heero's right testicle into it was enough to make Heero arch off the bed with a keening cry. Panting softly the pleasured cry turned to a whimper of pain as a second finger was added and began to stretch him open. As Heero's body clamped firmly down on his fingers Duo hissed imagining that same body surrounding his erection. Thrust in, spread his fingers, and add extra lube. It was a familiar routine but the soft mewling sounds Heero issued made it special, this was his Heero.
Heero let his eyes slid shut again unable to bear the burning hunger in Duo's cobalt gaze. Heat was spreading through his limbs. Was this pleasure? This warmth, this lethargy, this aching need filling his body?
"No..."
The fingers were withdrawn and the wet suction stopped. He had barely a moment to register before Duo thrust into him in one smooth stroke, what couldn't stretch tore and pain pushed all memories of pleasure away. His lips possessively pressed against Heero caught the scream as slim hips jerked beneath his touch. God no, not like this, not his first time, this wasn't sex, this was destruction. Duo was using his body to punish him in the most intimate way for rebelling.
"Please no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Heero sobbed openly, the gathered tears spilling down his cheeks.
"Shhh" Came the oddly comforting whispered reply and if Heero had opened his eyes he would have seen the cruel façade surrounding Duo fracture and fall. Instead he felt Duo stop his body immobile as he let Heero adjust, his hand running gently through messy brown hair. Cruel caresses had turned worshipful and his lips sought Heero again for another kiss.
This one was sweet and hungry, using all his expertise to distract the frightened boy by drawing a response from him. Feeling Heero's mouth cautiously open Duo smiled in triumph and trailed light kisses and nips across all the soft skin he could reach. Heero was his and he wanted everyone to know this innocent beautiful boy was his alone. Finally after all these years of watching and waiting in the shadows Heero was his to claim completely.
He began rocking in and out of Heero, desperately enjoying the clenching heat surrounding his cock and the shuddering boy beneath him. Whether Heero was screaming in pleasure or renewed pain he had no idea till Heero's body became painfully tight around him.
And inside him Heero could feel something break, he wondered briefly if it was his soul before his thoughts were wiped away.
Tear filled eyes opened and stared through him unseeingly as Heero's mouth contorted in a silent scream of pleasure. The exquisite tightness milking him, that desperate expression, the fact that this was Heero in his arms and not another worthless substitute was enough to push Duo over the edge into the most blindingly, bone jarringly intense orgasm of his life.
Much later when he felt his heartbeat slow and his lungs fill with air, Duo withdrew from the boy's trembling body. He reminded himself how it had to be between them. A cool kiss was pressed against Heero's damp brow as Duo recognized the crimson staining his sheets but refused to acknowledge it. Grabbing a towel set by the bed for this purpose he cleaned them both quickly with a necessary detachment. He released Heero from the bonds almost wincing at the raw and bloody flesh on Heero's wrists. It was easily dressed with bandages and alcohol from the bedside table.
Giving the silent boy another robe he pulled on his own and motioned to the door. Grabbing his cigarettes and lighter he turned his back on the half-broken boy.
"Heero." His name parted the air like a whip and Heero couldn't help but flinch as he turned from the door to look at the deceptively slender frame outlined by the shadows of the night. The tip of Duo's cigarette flared orange against the dark as he took another drag and Heero swallowed nervously. Too much had happened in that night for him not to dread anything new or unexpected.
"I will pick you up after school tomorrow in the limo. Make sure you are not late. I am not a patient man." The last four words were emphasized harshly and Heero forced his body not to tremble.
"Yes... Maxwell-Sama" He replied softly before opening the door and limping somewhat swiftly away. Even if he had turned he would never have noticed Duo's face reflected in the glass, pale and tormented. His vibrant cobalt eyes damning himself and the world for the situation he found himself in. For the knowledge he and he alone was the person to break the only one he had ever cared for, his beloved younger half-brother Heero.
After all he had actively sought this destruction. The car accident, the industrial sabotage, the incompetent doctors had all been orchestrated to the smallest detail and he had no one to blame but himself for playing puppet-master. Dropping the mostly snuffing the cigarette on the black marble windowsill he laid his cheek against the icy pain of glass. His hand stretched out on the slick surface he whispered, "Heero."
OWARI
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