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"Diary of a Protected Witness"Written By: Snowdragonct Disclaimer: Don’t own any part of Gundam
Wing or the characters, more’s the pity. This is for fun...no
profit involved. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU , yaoi, swearing (lots), some OOC
(probably), violence, drugs, sex, Pairings: 1X2X1, 3X4, 5XC, (past 2X3X2, 6X2) Summary: Ever wonder what was running through Duo's mind at certain points in"Witness Protection?" Here are snippets of his point of view...a companionfic, that will not rehash the entire plot, but offer a new perspective ofcertain events. A/N: This fits with chapter forty six and forty seven of Witness. And I’ll add a warning that this is completely gratuitous sex—from Duo’s slightly obsessed point of view!
" Diary of a Protected Witness"
Dear Diary: Heero Yuy is a fucking God. He freakin’ let me handcuff him to the bed last night, and it was probably the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. Fuck probably; make that definitely. I’d been teasing him since the card game ended—talking about having an itch that needed scratching, drooling over the use of words like long and hot. Hell, I finally just begged him to take me to bed. But then in the hallway, amid the flirting and verbal foreplay, I lifted his handcuffs from his back pocket and dangled them from a finger. “Ever been on the receiving end of these?” His expression was priceless, as was his stammered reply. “W-what?” I couldn’t keep from raking him with a lustful gaze. “How much d’you trust me, love?” He swallowed very hard, and I eased closer, already feeling my groin tighten with anticipation. “You’re all about control, aren’t you?” I breathed, remembering the feel of him slamming me down on the hood of that car. “You like being the one in charge—the one with the authority.” Truth be told, I kinda liked him being in charge, too. I’d loved the way he’d pressed me to the floor of the cabin and tossed the gun aside—the way he’d just pinned me down and taken what he wanted. But this time, I wanted to let him enjoy being on the receiving end. I wanted to make him feel helpless and desired—cherished and tormented. “But you liked it when I had the gun, didn’t you? When you didn’t have a choice about what to do—couldn’t stop what I did to you? You loved it.” “I loved it,” he admitted breathlessly. “—trust me now,” I urged, slipping one of the cuffs around his wrist, and clicking it shut. When I tugged him into the bedroom, he came willingly. “Just let me do everything. Let go and enjoy.” And he did. I let him take his shirt off before I started, knowing it’d be impossible with both his wrists chained together. But then I warned him from that moment on, I’d be the one in charge. I slipped the chain linking the cuffs around the metal headboard rails, and secured his second wrist—and almost instantly, he let out a soft groan, wriggling his hips and tugging carefully to test the resistance of his bonds. “Shhh—relax,” I soothed, running a hand across his forehead and down his cheek. “Tonight you’re on the receiving end, Yuy. An’ I’m gonna make you beg for release before I give it to you.” The deep blue eyes darkened with lust, and he licked his lips. “Duo—.” “Hush.” I let my fingers trail slowly down his chest. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you can make me stop any time. Just say ‘Chang’s hot’.” “What?” he blurted, looking adorably confused for a moment. “Why not just ‘stop,’ for fuck’s sake?” “Because I’m gonna have you screaming for mercy, and you might slip and say ‘stop’ when you really want me to keep going.” I smirked evilly at him. “I know you’d never voluntarily say the other.” “Damn straight!” he asserted. “Chang might be, but I’m not,” I assured him, leaning in to bite rather sharply at his collarbone. He flinched and hissed, his bottomless blue eyes narrowing. “Now—focus!” I chided. “No more chit-chat. I only want to hear your cries of pleasure from now on.” I traced the faint teeth marks with my tongue and felt him shiver. Like I said, Heero Yuy was just amazing in bed—and anywhere else for that matter. Within minutes of beginning my teasing, I had him yanking against the chains and writhing in frustration when he couldn’t use his hands to reciprocate. But the sweet, sexy bastard never came close to giving in. He just moaned and gasped and let me have my way with him. I’d never tell Trowa in a million years, but that night Heero just blew away any lovers I’d ever experienced. He was so responsive and impassioned it about took my breath away. “Oh, baby,” I whispered, slipping down the zipper of his jeans and feeling the dampness already soaking through the front of his briefs. “You are so hot.” He opened his mouth to reply, and I laid a finger across it and shook my head. “No words!” I reminded him. “I only want inarticulate groans, lover.” He let out a suitably frustrated growl, and I tsk-ed scoldingly. “I said groans, not growls.” I slid a hand between his jeans and underwear, stroking hard enough to make him buck upwards and let slip an involuntary groan. “That’s more like it.” The heated glare he shot my way could’ve melted steel…but it had the opposite effect on my dick. I felt a spike of pure lust, and had to resist the urge to unchain him and beg him to fuck me. He might’ve been the one chained up, but it was for damned sure I was the one held in thrall! I tugged his jeans halfway down his legs, leaving them entangling his knees, and then crawled up his body, straddling his waist and unzipping my own pants, freeing an erection that was every bit as needy as his. “Y’want this?” I asked, stroking myself within inches of his face. In answer he lunged forward trying to wrap his lips around it—but I inched back just out of range. “Say please,” I told him. He hesitated, recalling my earlier instructions about talking, and then a sly look entered his eyes and he stuck his tongue out, licking the tip of my dick before I could move. Sweet mother of God, the guy was a tease! Not that I was complaining—or ever would. I edged back so he couldn’t reach me, though it took a supreme effort of will. “Uh-uh, Yuy,” I chided. “That was naughty.” He smirked devilishly. “So go ahead and ‘punish’ me.” Even as he said it so casually, I realized he was placing his trust in me—firmly believing I’d never do anything to hurt him. Well, at least not really. I fully intended to make him ache for completion before I gave it to him! “No talking!” I scolded. Then I leaned in and brushed my lips across his. “You are so in for it now, you insolent bastard.” Yeah, he was. I slid back down his body, licking and sucking on every inch of exposed flesh, and proceeded to torment him half out of his mind. When I said I was an expert at a knee-melting blow job, I was not exaggerating. I could bring a guy off in less than the time it takes to say it. But on the other hand, I could also bring a guy to the brink without ever letting him achieve release. And I did it to Heero repeatedly; every time I felt him tensing, about to come, I backed off and let him cool down, prolonging the agony as much as I could. I had him sweating and writhing so long, I thought for sure he’d break down and beg me to finish him. I’ll tell ya one thing; if his hands had been free, he’d have flung me on my back and fucked my lights out long since. But with the cuffs firmly in place, I lifted my lips from his dick and deliberately turned my attention to his ass, giving him the rimming of a lifetime. And when he tried wrapping his jeans-entangled legs around me to force me to stay where I was, I pulled away yet again. This time I turned my ass to him, and made him watch while I prepped myself—slowly and leisurely. He was whining low in his throat, rocking his hips up to rub against whatever part of me he could reach, when I finally decided he’d had enough. I turned to face him on my knees, straddling his hips, and when I lowered myself onto his rock-hard, weeping erection, he nearly sobbed in relief. While his hands were still bound, there was nothing holding his hips still, and he gave an upward thrust that nearly threw me off of him. “Oh yeah!” I said encouragingly. “Fuck me good, baby!” He did just that, using the amazing strength in those legs of his to just keep pounding up into me as I rocked to the motion and totally got off on the intensity of his gorgeous face, stroking myself in time to his thrusts. It didn’t take any time at all for both of us to come, me throwing my head back as I just about covered his stomach and chest—and him grunting out a satisfied oath as he shoved in as deep as he could and filled me with wet heat. It was fuckin’ awesome. And even as I slumped forward on his chest, fumbling for the keys to the cuffs and releasing his wrists, he was already in motion, rolling and flipping me underneath him, and then attacking my neck hungrily. “Wha—?” I managed, still coming down from my high as he was humping my leg and starting to harden again. “—not done with you!” he snarled, intensifying his efforts. “Fuckin’ tease!” “Oooh,” I groaned, feeling his fingers tracing my still-loose entrance. “I created a monster—.” He slid three fingers in without hesitation, working the relaxed muscles and driving my still-sensitive nerve endings a little crazy. I didn’t know whether it was pleasure or pain I was feeling, until he was once again shoving his renewed erection into me, my legs thrown up over his shoulders and in the relentless grip of his hands. “Jesus, Yuy,” I gasped, feeling a rush of passion just from the thought of his insatiable hunger for me. He rocked himself in deeper, giving a low growl of lust. “Gonna fuck you all night,” he warned, pulling back and slamming in harder, forcing a mewl of pleasure from me. “An’ then make you fuck me—.” I had no idea how he thought I was gonna muster up the strength for that by the time he finished pounding me through the mattress, but I was sure game to try. Hell, I think it was close to sunrise before we passed
out. I’d say we fell asleep; but that would imply it was voluntary.
Instead, our bodies finally refused to respond, and even amid the
damp, sex-soaked sheets, we succumbed to exhaustion.
tbc... |
