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"When Braided Fairies Strike"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairing: 1+3. ?+1 Warning: Yaoi; Language, lemon,death, POV Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters.
You can sue me, but all I have worth taking is my cat that looks like
Trowa, but is named Duo. Rating: NC 17 When Braided Fairies Strike Part 10
"Are you okay?" His voice was soft and caring.
"I am now." I kissed him again. I enjoyed
the taste of his lips. Feeling them against my own felt natural. .
.and I came to notice that I wanted more than just kisses from him.
"FUCK HIM!" I cringed and slightly pulled
away. "Heero?" Before he could say more, I covered
his mouth with mine. "YEAH! Now this is what I'm talking about! Oh,
yeah. Stick your tongue in his mouth. French kiss! Oo-la-la. Come
on, what are you waiting for? You know he wants your saliva."
The next thing I knew, my tongue slid pass his lips and met with his.
"Damn, he's got a big mouth. Perfect for dick sucking. Get your
tongue out of there boy, and ram your dick in." I tried to ignore
the voice by kissing him more urgently. I did want him. My entire
body burned for him. "Fuck him! Come on, he's asking for it.
Get us off the right way. No more hand jives." I felt him remove
my shirt and push me back on the bed. I could taste his intentions.
. .and it scared me. "Trowa. . ." I breathed as I finally managed
to pull away. He continued to kiss along my neck, trying to keep the
mood going. Damn I wanted him so badly, but I didn't want to hurt
him. "Trowa, tie me to the bed." He stopped dead in his
tracks and gawked at me, wondering if he had heard right. "What?" "Please, just tie me to the bed." He sat on
my stomach and continue to stare at me. "Afraid I might win over your body Heero? Am I
becoming too strong for you, Mr. Perfect Soldier?" "Since when are you into this kinky shit?"
"Will you just do it?" "I don't have anything to tie you with." "Now what? He can't hold you down. He's too weak.
The minute he enters your pants, I will fuck him to death. Come on
boys, start your groins. SEX! SEX! SEX! FUCKING!" Trowa leaned
down and continued kissing me. I tried not to return his kisses, though
it was hard as hell. "What's wrong?" "I can't do this." "Are you sure you're feeling all right?" "I'm not." I had to level with him. I had
to tell him the truth. "You're not about to tell him about me, are you?
You are fucking nuts if you do. Do you honestly think, for one second,
that he wouldn't consider you a loony bin if you tell him this?"
"I have to tell you something Trowa, but you have
to keep a open mind." He nodded, still trying to figure out what
to make of my behavior. "Get ready to go back to the padded room. He won't
have anything to do with you once you tell him this. Couldn't you
at least fuck him first, and let me get my jollies?" "Trowa, I'm hearing a voice." He looked down
at me a moment, wondering if what I said was true or not. Before he
made a judgment, I continued to explain everything. "I know I'm
not crazy. I don't know why I'm hearing it, but it started three months
ago. I think the doctors in the asylum did something to me, but I
can't remember. I don't remember anything." "Look at that look. Now you've done it. It's back
to the funny farm for you, dumbass. You have too much faith in this
whore." "Why did you black out earlier?" "Because, after awhile, this voice causes migraines.
. .some are so intense that I can't handle them. You believe me. .
.don't you?" "What do you think dumbass? Would you believe it,
if he told you the same thing? Hell no, you wouldn't. You'd ship him
back to the mental institute." "What kind of voice is it?" "It's a guy's voice. He talks like Duo, but it's
not him." "Will you stop comparing me to that loser! I'm
not him! I'm better than him. I annoy the hell out of you at least
ten times more." "Is this voice familiar?" I shook my head.
"Is it mechanical?" "No. It sounds like a real person." I looked
up into his eyes, hoping that he would believe me. "I believe you Heero." "He's crazier than you. I never would have bought
that lame old story. What the hell is wrong with the two of you? You
deserve to be together. One nut to another. Geez, how'd I get stuck
in your head? I knew I should have taken that offer for Jim Carrey."
"I think, we better seek Wu Fei." Trowa's
words cut through the voice. "Why?" "If what I think happen, did. . .then we might
need his help." "What do you think happen?" "Have you ever heard of PAP?" "No." "PAP stands for Psychological Analysis Project.
It's something that Quatre has been placing a lot of funds for. Their
latest project is a micro chip that's suppose to work as a 24 hour
therapist." As he spoke, he started to examine my head. "Many
psychologist believe that the answers to all emotional and mental
problems lie in the subconscious. In theory, the chip is suppose to
be attached to the outside of the person's head. It was designed to
read brain wave patterns and interpret what's floating in a person's
subconscious. Then it relates to the person what it finds. Hypothetically,
it's suppose to help the person deal, accept, and move on from problems
that are considered blockage." "You believe all this mumble jumbo? It sounds like
bull shit to me. I can't believe that you would consider this as a
possibility. Especially since it's not true. He's trying to make it
up so that it sounds like he wants to help you." "So, Quatre had this chip placed in my head to
make me think I'm insane?" "Yeah. . .only it's not on the outside. It's possible
that they actually embedded it into your brain. What kind of things
is it saying?" "Let's just say it's not trying to help me with my problems. If anything, it's trying to make things worse. What's the effects of having it placed inside my brain
instead of the outside?" "I'm not sure. All the testing has been done on
the outside. No one actually tried it any other way." "In any of the other tests. . .did the chip take
over the test subjects' mind?" "It's never been tested on humans before. Is that
what you feel like is happening?" "No." "It's going to happen. You know it is Heero. Your
body will be mine. Then I'll have Trowa every second of the day. .
.and you won't be able to do anything about it." It laughed it's
evil laugh. . .this time it was worse. ~ * ~ Chapter
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