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Ride the Lightning
RIDE THE LIGHTNING "Duo... why are you doing this?" The voice was harsh and hoarse as if from hours of screaming, emerging from lips that were cracked and bruised. Duo panted harshly, running his hands up and down Heero’s handcuffed arms. Both his hands and feet were bound to the head- and footboards. He lay spread-eagled across the bed in the middle of the room. The metal of the cuffs bit into Heero’s skin; these were no fur-lined cuffs -- these were the real thing. "I told you why already, Heero." Duo whined. "Now, no more talking. You don’t like to talk, remember?" Duo then covered his mouth with electrical tape, effectively silencing him. But he couldn’t remember why. He’d been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past two days, due to several factors. One wasn’t out of the ordinary -- a mission, the possibility of failure, a desperate attempt to succeed through the self-destruction of pilot 01 and Gundam Wing. The second, however, was completely abnormal. For all that Heero could tell -- which, granted, wasn’t much -- Duo had snapped. Completely and irrevocably snapped. Heero had woken up from his attempt at self-destruction with, as usual, nothing to show for it but a relatively shallow cut to the back of his head. With quick treatment, most likely a nice new row of stitches, it would be negligible. However, he had also woken up handcuffed to a bed in an unknown location with an insane Duo as his captor. Heero could feel the blood seeping from his scalp, making him woozy and somewhat accounting for his loss of consciousness. But the way the metal cuffs cut into his skin, bled them raw, the constant friction not allowing for the cuts to heal, did not help. The way Duo seemed to take out his anger and despair out on him by beating him black and blue while he lay chained and helpless to fight back, did not help. The way Duo’s body violated his -- over and over again -- and the way Duo’s betrayal cut him to his soul, did not help. -=- "It’s all for you, Hee-chan. I’m giving you what you want. You want to die. It’s obvious by your penchant for pushing the self-destruct button that you want to die. So you will. I will give you the gift of death. But I want something for myself before you go. I want you. It will be your gift to me, in exchange. Ne, Hee-chan?" But Heero couldn’t answer with his mouth taped up. Not that it would have made a difference anyway. Heero’s mind tried to ignore the things Duo was doing to his naked body. But, as he’d found out several times in the last few days, his body could not. Duo was leaning over Heero’s spread-eagled body, also naked. He licked his way up Heero’s left thigh, stopping at the juncture between his legs to blow a cool breath over Heero’s half-hard cock before moving over to the inside of his right thigh, nipping love bites down toward his knee while caressing Heero’s nipples. Heero couldn’t stand the parody of love-making that Duo was acting out. He almost wished that Duo would rape him brutally and get it over with. But his body was responding again were his mind was repelled. Working his way back to Heero’s cock, Duo licked a wet path up from his puckered entrance, all the way up to the tip of his cock, fully hardening Heero’s reluctant erection, licking the tip and the moisture there with primal pleasure. Heero’s hips twitched a bit as Duo sucked on the head of his penis, still fighting not to buck his hips in unwanted pleasure. Suddenly, Duo’s warm, wet mouth covered his cock, moving up and down, licking and sucking, tongue dancing around nerve-endings and pleasure points. And still, Heero fought the urge to buck into Duo’s hot mouth. Duo removed his mouth and Heero almost wanted to pull him back. But Duo was putting a ring around his penis to prevent him from coming, and at the same time slicking him down with an aphrodisiac that seeped in through the skin... and Heero knew what was going to happen next. But he was helpless to stop it. Duo positioned himself over Heero’s erection and slowly lowered himself onto it, holding down Heero’s hips as best he could when Heero would have surged upward. He moved a bit, rolling his hips over Heero’s. But still, he held Heero’s hips motionless when Heero would have moved. It wasn’t as difficult as it had been the first day, and Heero’s strength was waning fast. The sensation of Heero’s cock inside him was like nothing he could describe. His legs quivered almost imperceptibly with the pleasure. And with the aphrodisiac transferring from Heero’s skin to the skin inside him, it was almost beyond bearable. He was on fire and by the way Heero was moaning under the tape, he would guess that Heero felt the same. But he was far from finished. Duo reached over the bed and picked up a stun gun from the nightstand. With care, he pressed it to Heero’s stomach. It wouldn’t do to get too close to the heart. Heero screamed in pain and choked when his scream could not get past the tape over his mouth. But his stomach muscles clenched in reaction and his body bucked from the pain, pushing even farther into Duo. And all that Duo could feel was the delicious sensation of Heero deep inside him and the pain, the exquisite pain of the current. Pulling the gun away from Heero’s skin, Heero’s body flopped to the bed, stunned and exhausted from the shock that had only lasted a few seconds. But his penis was still erect, held by the ring and encouraged by the aphrodisiac, and Duo was not yet satisfied. Again, Duo pressed the gun to Heero’s stomach, but this time he raised and lowered himself on Heero’s cock, riding it and the pleasure-pain a little longer. Then again, a little longer. And again, a little longer. Heero’s body was covered in sweat and he bucked every so often with the aftershocks. Duo put the stun gun aside and in one smooth move raised himself off of Heero, removing the ring, then sliding back down. Leaning his hands on Heero’s shoulders, he pumped up and down, gradually getting faster. All that could be heard in the small room was heavy breathing mingled with cries of pleasure and misery. Tears that had leaked unnoticed from Duo’s eyes became harsh sobs as the pleasure built. "Why Heero? Why do you want to die so much?! WHY?!" In his incoherent rage, Duo’s hands moved toward Heero’s neck and began tightening. Heero’s breathing passage constricted, still he bucked harder, trying to dislodge Duo’s hands from his neck. Hands that were choking him. But his body’s exhaustion was too great to fight this last time. Slowly, the bucking lessened, but Duo didn’t stop. They came at the same time, Heero with one last surge of his cock into Duo’s encompassing warmth, and Duo with a force he’d never experienced before. Duo screamed with his climax, drowning out the little voice in his head that was screaming in horror at what he’d become... at what he’d done. With the last shudder of release, Duo’s hands tightened on Heero’s neck, causing Heero’s body to still, then shudder out one last breath, his bright blue eyes becoming flat and dull. -=- Wakened from a horrible nightmare by his own screaming, Duo shot up in bed. With a sob he turned toward the other figure in bed with him. "Heero... I had this horrible dream where you’d died." Tears slipped unnoticed from violet eyes down pale cheeks as he wrapped his arms around the cold body next to him. Lifeless eyes stared back unsympathetically. "But it was just a dream." Duo smiled reassuringly, stroking the messy dark hair that was matted with week-old blood, before going back to sleep. ======================= AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is a VERY DARK thing that came out of nowhere. I like to write angst, but nothing like THIS! I think it was from a weird combination of: it being 1 am, a request from a friend for a rape fic, reading the lyrics to "Ride the Lightning" by Metallica, but listening the whole time to "The Call of the Ktulu" (which has no vocals) by Metallica. The lyrics don’t really go into the fic like in a song fic, so I just provided them at the beginning so you could... um... get a perspective on what I was thinking of, I guess? (If that’s possible.)
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