Till Death, We Do Part
Title: Till Death, We Do Part
Rating: Mature
Pairing: 1x2x1
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4667782/1/Till_Death_We_Do_Part
Summary: Duo attends Heero and Relena’s wedding with much regret. He had pushed Heero away, thinking it was for the best. Liquor emboldens Duo to say good-bye to Heero. Inspired by Dead Can Dance’s Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove.
Duo tucked his empty flask back into the breast pocket of his overcoat. The ceremony had just concluded. A finely dressed multitude stood from their seats, and began to pass smilingly through the verdant grounds of the Sanc Kingdom. Duo was one of the first to deviate from the crowd, leaving Trowa and Quatre behind. They were ignorant to his quiet agony. Ambling through garden path, Duo withdrew a pack of cigarettes. Searing the cigarette’s tip with his lighter, Duo inhaled the smoke deeply. Relena looked utterly elated by his side, donning a lavish white dress adorned with a train of silk. Duo could not muster the strength to observe Heero as he uttered his terse vows. He never fathomed he would be invited to Heero’s and Relena’s wedding. Duo knew better than to attend, yet a morbid curiosity impelled him.
At twenty-five years of age, he never thought he would witness such a travesty. He had been Heero’s lover for years. Duo had ruined it, believing his love would kill Heero just as it destroyed everyone else who was dear to him. Duo never offered any affection to Heero outside of sex. Initially Heero found it agreeable, however, his appeasement waned. Heero became attached to Duo, and awkwardly sought to endear to him. These sentiments were not reciprocated. Tumultuous arguments became habitual towards the end. Their last dispute escalated to a brawl. Drunk and desperate to extinguish Heero’s infatuation for him, Duo had seethed that he simply could not love someone so inhuman, someone entirely void of emotion. Duo did not even finish his criticism; Heero struck Duo across the face. Duo stamped out his cigarette in the grass, recalling that altercation spurred a sudden a pang. After they went to blows, Duo had not seen Heero for three years, until this afternoon.
Languidly Duo advanced to the reception hall, edging closer to the structure he could perceive music and delighted voices. Duo slid back into the congregation, walking headlong to the bar where he took stance. Gulping down his drinks, picking at the flower arrangements, he heard the announcement, “Mr. and Mrs. Yuy.” Everyone stood, smattering cheers, applauding. Duo sealed his eyes and gritted his teeth, griping his empty glass. He signaled to the bartender, ordering bourbon on the rocks. Minutes lapsed; swelling in Duo was an immense panic, an urgent terror swept over his disposition. An usher had to urge him to his seat, Duo apathetically complied. He did not touch his food, instead he stared at Heero. Duo felt incredibly alone, immersed with these people.
After the dinner plates had been cleared. Heero stepped away from Relena’s side, ambling through the crowd. Men and women smiled at him, congratulating him as he past. Heero nodded in recognition. Duo stirred, eyeing Heero as exited the reception hall. Duo tilted the drink in his hand before downing its contents. Liquor had emboldened him. He stood from the table, pursuing Heero in an aloof pace. Duo surveyed his surroundings, the foyer was desolate. He concluded Heero must have proceeded to the men’s lavatory. Duo pushed the wooden door ajar. Heero stood before a sink, washing his hands, directing his attention to Duo. Duo stepped in, leering at Heero. Indifferent, Heero dried his hands with a towel, tossing it in the receptacle. Heero approached the door, Duo blocked his exit. Face to face they were posed, motionless.
“Move.” Heero demanded coldly. Duo grinned and gestured.
“What’s the rush?” Duo challenged. Heero scowled, maneuvering around Duo. Duo pivoted, obstructing his path once more. Heero evinced a piercing glare and abruptly shoved Duo. Stumbling back, the wall caught Duo’s fall, his hands splayed against the cool tiles. Heero advanced, menacingly standing over Duo. Duo leaned his head back smiling, gazing at Heero. Tentatively Duo ensnared Heero’s wrist, gingerly loosening his fingers from a fist, drawing his hand to his mouth. Brushing his lips over Heero’s knuckles, kissing his hand, Duo sucked on Heero’s fingers, sliding his tongue over the gold ring. Heero tensed and recoiled. Duo firmly held on his hand, refusing to surrender it.
“Why are you doing this now?” Heero aloofly questioned. Duo pulled his frame from the wall, situating his stance before Heero once more. Duo smoothed his hand over Heero’s, entwining their fingers.
“Can’t I give you a proper good-bye?” Duo inquired coyly. Heero gave Duo a sidelong glance, anger brimming in his eyes. “Please?” Duo spoke before Heero, pushing his body into Heero’s chest, kissing his neck. Heero emitted a sharp breath, gripping Duo’s hand tight. Heero’s free hand seized Duo roughly by nape of his neck, squeezing, forcing his mouth upon him. Duo darted his tongue into Heero’s mouth, kissing hard. Rashly Heero urged Duo into a stall. Duo nearly fell over the toilet as Heero slammed the stall’s door, locking it. Duo sprang back up, throwing his arms around Heero, smearing his lips over Heero in frenzied passion. Their feet shuffled awkwardly in the confined space. Heero bucked his hips into Duo before reaching his hands to undo Duo’s trousers. Duo emitted a guttural whine as Heero’s fingers seized Duo’s cock, compressing the swelled organ. Duo gazed at Heero, meeting his stare, relishing his touch.
Heero gruffly spun Duo around, undoing his belt, lowering his zipper. Duo braced his hands on the stall, tensing as he heard Heero spit in his hand. Heero emitted throaty groan upon penetration, thrusting mercilessly. Heero had one hand splayed on Duo’s hip, his hand fitted with a gold ring stimulated Duo. Alcohol impelled Duo to utter Heero’s name.
The bathroom door swung open, and several men entered. Duo and Heero froze. Sounds on urination, conversing and the faucet running surrounded them. They remained still and silent, the only incriminating element was their feet. Yet no one took notice. Immediately as they exited, Heero continued to grind his pelvis into Duo. Heero came first. He urged Duo around and took him into his mouth. With a trembling hand, Duo’s fingers swept through Heero’s hair, tightening his grip as he climaxed. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Heero stood. Duo strove to catch his breath. Carefully, Heero righted his attire. Duo slowly did the same. Heero regarded Duo guardedly, and then shook his head.
“I tried, Duo. I wanted you. --You never tried. ” His tone was breaking, Heero’s conviction increasing. Duo became visibly wounded, and motioned to speak. Heero cut him off, and spoke steadfast, “Good-bye.” Duo’s features fell, lunging at Heero after as he turned away. Heero forcibly shook him off, and proceeded to exit.
“Heero-!” Duo pleaded. Heero was undeterred, leaving Duo alone. Duo stood there deadpan, forcing himself steady. Duo faltered, his voice cracked out as he started to sob, cradling his head in his hands.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: 1x2x1
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4667782/1/Till_Death_We_Do_Part
Summary: Duo attends Heero and Relena’s wedding with much regret. He had pushed Heero away, thinking it was for the best. Liquor emboldens Duo to say good-bye to Heero. Inspired by Dead Can Dance’s Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove.
Duo tucked his empty flask back into the breast pocket of his overcoat. The ceremony had just concluded. A finely dressed multitude stood from their seats, and began to pass smilingly through the verdant grounds of the Sanc Kingdom. Duo was one of the first to deviate from the crowd, leaving Trowa and Quatre behind. They were ignorant to his quiet agony. Ambling through garden path, Duo withdrew a pack of cigarettes. Searing the cigarette’s tip with his lighter, Duo inhaled the smoke deeply. Relena looked utterly elated by his side, donning a lavish white dress adorned with a train of silk. Duo could not muster the strength to observe Heero as he uttered his terse vows. He never fathomed he would be invited to Heero’s and Relena’s wedding. Duo knew better than to attend, yet a morbid curiosity impelled him.
At twenty-five years of age, he never thought he would witness such a travesty. He had been Heero’s lover for years. Duo had ruined it, believing his love would kill Heero just as it destroyed everyone else who was dear to him. Duo never offered any affection to Heero outside of sex. Initially Heero found it agreeable, however, his appeasement waned. Heero became attached to Duo, and awkwardly sought to endear to him. These sentiments were not reciprocated. Tumultuous arguments became habitual towards the end. Their last dispute escalated to a brawl. Drunk and desperate to extinguish Heero’s infatuation for him, Duo had seethed that he simply could not love someone so inhuman, someone entirely void of emotion. Duo did not even finish his criticism; Heero struck Duo across the face. Duo stamped out his cigarette in the grass, recalling that altercation spurred a sudden a pang. After they went to blows, Duo had not seen Heero for three years, until this afternoon.
Languidly Duo advanced to the reception hall, edging closer to the structure he could perceive music and delighted voices. Duo slid back into the congregation, walking headlong to the bar where he took stance. Gulping down his drinks, picking at the flower arrangements, he heard the announcement, “Mr. and Mrs. Yuy.” Everyone stood, smattering cheers, applauding. Duo sealed his eyes and gritted his teeth, griping his empty glass. He signaled to the bartender, ordering bourbon on the rocks. Minutes lapsed; swelling in Duo was an immense panic, an urgent terror swept over his disposition. An usher had to urge him to his seat, Duo apathetically complied. He did not touch his food, instead he stared at Heero. Duo felt incredibly alone, immersed with these people.
After the dinner plates had been cleared. Heero stepped away from Relena’s side, ambling through the crowd. Men and women smiled at him, congratulating him as he past. Heero nodded in recognition. Duo stirred, eyeing Heero as exited the reception hall. Duo tilted the drink in his hand before downing its contents. Liquor had emboldened him. He stood from the table, pursuing Heero in an aloof pace. Duo surveyed his surroundings, the foyer was desolate. He concluded Heero must have proceeded to the men’s lavatory. Duo pushed the wooden door ajar. Heero stood before a sink, washing his hands, directing his attention to Duo. Duo stepped in, leering at Heero. Indifferent, Heero dried his hands with a towel, tossing it in the receptacle. Heero approached the door, Duo blocked his exit. Face to face they were posed, motionless.
“Move.” Heero demanded coldly. Duo grinned and gestured.
“What’s the rush?” Duo challenged. Heero scowled, maneuvering around Duo. Duo pivoted, obstructing his path once more. Heero evinced a piercing glare and abruptly shoved Duo. Stumbling back, the wall caught Duo’s fall, his hands splayed against the cool tiles. Heero advanced, menacingly standing over Duo. Duo leaned his head back smiling, gazing at Heero. Tentatively Duo ensnared Heero’s wrist, gingerly loosening his fingers from a fist, drawing his hand to his mouth. Brushing his lips over Heero’s knuckles, kissing his hand, Duo sucked on Heero’s fingers, sliding his tongue over the gold ring. Heero tensed and recoiled. Duo firmly held on his hand, refusing to surrender it.
“Why are you doing this now?” Heero aloofly questioned. Duo pulled his frame from the wall, situating his stance before Heero once more. Duo smoothed his hand over Heero’s, entwining their fingers.
“Can’t I give you a proper good-bye?” Duo inquired coyly. Heero gave Duo a sidelong glance, anger brimming in his eyes. “Please?” Duo spoke before Heero, pushing his body into Heero’s chest, kissing his neck. Heero emitted a sharp breath, gripping Duo’s hand tight. Heero’s free hand seized Duo roughly by nape of his neck, squeezing, forcing his mouth upon him. Duo darted his tongue into Heero’s mouth, kissing hard. Rashly Heero urged Duo into a stall. Duo nearly fell over the toilet as Heero slammed the stall’s door, locking it. Duo sprang back up, throwing his arms around Heero, smearing his lips over Heero in frenzied passion. Their feet shuffled awkwardly in the confined space. Heero bucked his hips into Duo before reaching his hands to undo Duo’s trousers. Duo emitted a guttural whine as Heero’s fingers seized Duo’s cock, compressing the swelled organ. Duo gazed at Heero, meeting his stare, relishing his touch.
Heero gruffly spun Duo around, undoing his belt, lowering his zipper. Duo braced his hands on the stall, tensing as he heard Heero spit in his hand. Heero emitted throaty groan upon penetration, thrusting mercilessly. Heero had one hand splayed on Duo’s hip, his hand fitted with a gold ring stimulated Duo. Alcohol impelled Duo to utter Heero’s name.
The bathroom door swung open, and several men entered. Duo and Heero froze. Sounds on urination, conversing and the faucet running surrounded them. They remained still and silent, the only incriminating element was their feet. Yet no one took notice. Immediately as they exited, Heero continued to grind his pelvis into Duo. Heero came first. He urged Duo around and took him into his mouth. With a trembling hand, Duo’s fingers swept through Heero’s hair, tightening his grip as he climaxed. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Heero stood. Duo strove to catch his breath. Carefully, Heero righted his attire. Duo slowly did the same. Heero regarded Duo guardedly, and then shook his head.
“I tried, Duo. I wanted you. --You never tried. ” His tone was breaking, Heero’s conviction increasing. Duo became visibly wounded, and motioned to speak. Heero cut him off, and spoke steadfast, “Good-bye.” Duo’s features fell, lunging at Heero after as he turned away. Heero forcibly shook him off, and proceeded to exit.
“Heero-!” Duo pleaded. Heero was undeterred, leaving Duo alone. Duo stood there deadpan, forcing himself steady. Duo faltered, his voice cracked out as he started to sob, cradling his head in his hands.