Crying to the Walls Part 6
Walking out on Duo must have been one of the hardest things he ever did. It took all he had in him to keep from running back into that apartment. Luckily for him, Johnson was waiting outside in the car, and the man offered to go upstairs and take the rest of Heero's stuff for him. When the man came back to the car, he looked quite pissed, and Heero presumed that Duo and he exchanged a few words. He tried to ask what had happened, but the man just silenced him and the two drove away.
Now, he was standing at the door of Johnson's apartment, which was located downtown, at a shabby apartment building. He examined his new home with a somewhat forlorn expression, his eyes shimmering under the dim lights of the living room. The apartment wasn't as shabby as the building itself. The furniture looked new, the wallpapers and drapes a little stained, but not too much. There was a large window at the far edge of the living room, facing the large city, its light sparkling in the horizon. It was the top floor, so the view was outstanding. At the opposite side of the living room, was a door that probably led to the kitchen. There was also a hallway, which led to the bedrooms.
Heero turned to look at Johnson, who was carrying his bags. "Where do I sleep?"
"What do you mean 'where do I sleep'?! With me, of course!"
Heero's eyes widened for a moment. "You mean... in the same bedroom?"
"What, ya thought I'm gonna let ya sleep on the couch?! There's only ONE bedroom."
"Oh." Heero let out, bowing his head. "Thank you." He whispered, blushing slightly. He guessed that Johnson was being kind, not wanting him to sleep on the couch. He followed Johnson into the bedroom, eyeing the large bed carefully. It was the only bed in the room, of course. He had slept on it before, but the thought of sleeping in it every single night was very frightening to him. No matter how many nights he spent here, with Johnson, he always knew that he would have his own bed, his sanctuary, to go back to. That he had Duo to go back to. But, that was no more.
"Why won't you put your stuff in the closet? I've got some shopping to do. I'll be back shortly, though." Johnson said, preparing to leave.
"Do you need any help with the shopping?" Heero turned to ask.
The man just smirked, his eyes flashing with some weird gleam. "No, you stay here. It's a surprise." He winked, and Heero forced himself to smile at him. He wished the man farewell, and turned to unpack his things.
* * *
When he was done putting his things in the closet, Heero found himself with nothing else to do. He walked around the small apartment, exploring it. Although he had spent some time in Johnson's place, he didn't get the chance to see anything but the bedroom's ceiling. He thought it would be nice to see other parts for a change.
He opened the bathroom's door and sneaked a peek. He then put his things in the washroom, arranging them next to Johnson's things. He took a moment to just stand there and stare down at the pair of toothbrushes that now stood next to each other. It was so odd seeing someone else's toothbrush next to his. He missed that ridicules colorful and childish toothbrush that used to lie next to his simple one.
Heero sighed and left the bathroom. When he finished to explore the rest of his new home, he slowly sat down on the sofa, hands on his lap. He remained seated there, staring at the blank TV screen with nothing else to do.
Half and hour later, Johnson came back, carrying a black and heavy-looking bag. He kicked the door closed, not even sending a small glance towards the figure on the couch.
"Why won't you start making dinner?" He grunted, walking to the bedroom.
"What would you like?" Heero asked, getting up.
The man shrugged. "I dunno. But have it ready soon, I'm starved!"
"Well, why won't you help me out? I don't really know your kitchen, and that way it'll be faster." Heero offered, looking hopefully at his boyfriend.
"Nah, I'm sure you can manage. 'Sides, I have to prepare your surprise."
"My surprise?" Heero couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"Yep!" Johnson confirmed, turning around to smile at Heero. "Call it a Homecoming Gift." He winked, and entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
"Homecoming Gift..." Heero repeated with a small smile, already feeling better about coming here. He walked to the kitchen, wondering what it could be.
* * *
Duo's fingers tapped against the smooth surface of the kitchen counter, looking at the microwave-oven. He was standing in the kitchen for almost ten minutes now, waiting for his TV dinner to be done.
The rest of the apartment was dark and silent, and the only sound around was the humming of the microwave and the tapping of Duo's fingers.
The oven beeped and Duo approached it with a sigh, retrieving his dinner. He then settled heavily into his chair by the kitchen table, but didn't touch his meal. He sat there, staring at the empty chair that stood across the table.
The seconds ticked away, the clock moving agonizingly slow.
Duo sighed and tore his gaze away from the emptiness of the chair. He reached for his fork and slowly forced some food into his mouth.
* * *
It was a little difficult to get used to someone else's kitchen, but he managed. He didn't really feel like fixing something big, he was too tired. That day had been emotionally hard on him, and he felt drained. So he made some salad and boiled some eggs, and then turned to arrange the table. He was done pretty fast, so he took a seat by the kitchen table and waited for Johnson to join him.
He could hear noises coming form the bedroom. It sounded like Johnson was moving something heavy, and there was also some rattling and a few curses as things seemed to fall all the time.
Heero chuckled lightly and shook his head, amused by the way Johnson sounded. It reminded him so much of Duo, when the stubborn boy would try to do something and it didn't work.
Fifteen minutes later, Johnson came into the kitchen, a scowl on his face.
"Is everything all right?" Heero asked, pouring the man some tea.
"Yeah." The man grunted, taking his seat.
"Did something fall?" Heero inquired, while serving his boyfriend some omelet.
The man didn't answer and just stared down at his plate. His scowl deepened. "Is this dinner?"
"Mm hmm." Heero answered, sitting down again. He noticed Johnson make an unhappy face, and already felt guilty for slacking off like that. Here the man had worked hard, preparing a surprise for him, and he acted lazy by making something like this for dinner.
Heero bowed his head sorrowfully, looking down at his hand. "I'm sorry. Would you like me to make something else?"
"Forget it." The man spat, grabbing his fork and shoving the food into his mouth. Another scowl appeared on his face.
Heero ducked his head between his shoulders, feeling even worse. "You don't like it?"
"Where's the salt?!" The man grumbled, yanking the saltcellar off the table. He shook it hard, his movements angry.
Heero sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry..."
"Yeah, well, next time, when I say dinner, it means that I want something DEAD on my plate!"
"But I don--"
"Listen, Hure, if you're okay with eating weeds for dinner, that's your problem. I for my part, need some MEAT!"
"But Duo nev--"
"Well, I'm NOT Duo!" The man roared, punching the table.
The plates shook and one glass slid off the table, shattering.
Heero looked at the shatters in shock, and then slowly raised his head up to meet Johnson's angry gaze. "You're right, I'm sorry. You're definitely not Duo..."
"Try to remember that, Hure." The man snarled, digging into his dinner.
Heero sighed and began cleaning the mess. He crouched in front of the shattered glass, blinking away the tears as he cleaned.
* * *
The rest of the meal was spent in a deathly silence. Heero didn't dare to look up from the floor, and Johnson made sure to show how much he didn't like what he was eating. When it was finally over, Heero hurried to clear the table and do the dishes, wanting to make up for his stupid mistake. He scrubbed the dishes hard, trying his best not to add his own tears into the clear liquid.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and he flinched, surprised. He felt Johnson's chin coming to rest on his shoulder as the man nuzzled his head in his hair.
"Joh-Johnson?" Heero chocked out, turning to face the man. "You're not angry with me?"
"Shhhh..." The man whispered in Heero's ear, hugging him tightly. "Enough with the dishes already. You can do them later..." He tightened his hold of the boy. "Come to bed... Blume..."
A small smile crept to Heero's lips, and he let go of the dishes. "I'm sorry I ruined your dinner..."
"Shhhh, Blume. Shhhh..." The man soothed, nibbling Heero's neck softly. "Come to bed. I have a surprise for you..."
"Oh, I don't deserve it anymore..." Heero replied sadly, closing his eyes as the man's tongue continued wandering down to his throat. He tilted his head back, moaning in pleasure. "Not after... what I... did..."
"Shhhh... Don't worry, Blume... C'mon..." The man repeated, taking Heero's hand in his.
Heero looked up at him, eyes shimmering. He couldn't understand why the man was so nice all of a sudden. "J-Johnson..."
The man just smiled softly and led the boy into the bedroom.
* * *
Duo turned in his bed, sighing in annoyance. He was lying in the dark, in what used to be Heero's bed. The sheets were cool against his body, which was clad in a pair of black boxers and nothing else. He was lying on his side, facing the window. He watched the lights of the city for a while, and then turned in the bed again, sighing.
But it didn't matter which way he was facing, the bed still smelled like Heero. He had spent the last two hours tossing back and forth, but the sweet and teasing smell still engulfed him. It was killing him!
"Oof!" He exclaimed, throwing the pillow aside.
The cushion crashed on the carpeted floor, making a soft sound, and then the apartment fell silent again. It was so quiet ever since Heero left the house. Which was what? Ten hours ago? Ten hours and already he was going crazy!
He stared up at the ceiling, trying to take his mind off the silence. Off the loneliness... Off of Heero...
"Damn it..." He cursed, turning to lie of his stomach, his head buried in the white sheets. He stopped his breath, trying to force himself not to smell that wonderfully teasing scent. But it didn't last long. He gasped for air, drinking large amounts of the intoxicating smell. It was just too much!
And the fact that he was lying alone in the dark, without ANY kind of human contact, was even worse! It's been so long since he had last touched someone, smelled someone, tasted someone... His body was on fire just from thinking about it. He was sexually frustrated, and there was NO one to help him ease the annoying feeling. No Hitomi, no Heero, no nothing.
It's not that he was looking for JUST sex in a relationship, but it was still a part of it, and his young body still craved it. Craved it badly. He was horny as hell damn it!
"FUCK!" Duo yelled, kicking the bed and whimpering into the mattress.
* * *
"What's my surprise?" Heero asked as he was led into the bedroom. Johnson had asked from him to close his eyes, making him curiosity grow by tenfold.
"You'll see." The man answered with a smile, guiding the boy into the room. He stopped a few feet from the large bed, and turned to face Heero. "All right. You can look."
Body tickling with excitement, Heero opened his eyes. The first thing that registered in his mind was the dozens of candles that lighted the room. Shadows flickered softly on the dim walls, giving the place a somewhat romantic atmosphere. He smiled, and turned to look at the grinning Johnson. It was so nice of the man to set the room like this. He had never bothered to do such a thing before.
Heero turned to look at the rest of the room and... gasped.
"Wha--what is this?!"
"Your gift." Johnson answered, still smiling.
Heero examined his 'gift' with wide eyes, looking at it up and down. Right above the center of the bed, dangling down from the ceiling, were a set of chains. They were hanging about a meter above the bed, cuffs at the end of each chain.
Heero slowly turned to face Johnson, body numb and his eyes wide. "Wha--what do we need this for? Wha-what kind of a gift is this?"
"Something we can both share." Johnson answered, walking closer to the boy.
"D-do you want me to shackle you to the bed?!"
Johnson chuckled. "No! Silly!" He put his arms around the boy, yanking him closer.
Heero gasped as he felt the man begin to nibble at his neck.
"Why won't you take off your clothes?" The man whispered, roaming his hands up and down Heero's body. "Hure..."
* * *
"Ahhhh. . ." Duo moaned into the mattress, closing his eyes tight. He bit his lower lip, trailing his hand down his own body. He slowly slid it down into his boxers, hissing as he touched his own arousal.
His body squirmed against the sheets as he teased himself, stroking his inner thighs. His breath quickened, and he took in large amounts of air, inhaling the sweet smell. Images ran through his mind of all the nights and days he used to spend in this bed, surrounded by that same smell, engulfed and buried inside the bed's owner.
He smiled as he pictured Heero in his mind, and closed his palm around his cock. He groaned loudly into the mattress, his aching member finally receiving some attention. He stroked himself slowly, his mind supplying him with more than enough images to jerk himself off. For a brief second he wondered if it was Hitomi he should be thinking about, but just the thought of her spoiled his little game.
He continued moaning into the covers, picturing that it was Heero he was touching.
* * *
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off!" Johnson shouted, undressing quickly.
Heero looked at him, stunned. When Duo and he made love, Duo would always undress him. His movements would be gentle and tender, caring even. He would slowly peel the fabric off his body, his fingers never touching skin to skin, which made Heero go crazy, aching to be touched. Duo would sometimes tease him further, slowly kneeling down in front of him, exhaling over his skin as he did. He would then scoop Heero up from the floor and cradle him in his arms. Heero would then let out a loud whimper, electrified by the touch. Duo would carry him over to the bed, placing him gently down, like a delicate and fragile jewel. There would be so much love and warmth in his eyes... Until one day, when it was no more.
//"It was always just sex..."//
"Well?! What are you waiting for dammit?! Get your clothes off!"
He was grateful for Duo's special treatment. He knew that he didn't deserve it, but he was still very grateful. He would treasure those memories forever.
Heero hurried to remove his clothes, throwing them to the floor. He hesitated a little when it came to his shorts, a little shy and uncertain next to his new lover. But one glare from the tall man and Heero hurried to comply his request, throwing the last piece of fabric to the floor.
He then stood still, unsure what to do next. He could see Johnson eyeing him up and down, a strange gleam in his eyes. A sly smile spread on his lips as he studied the Japanese boy's body, his flawless skin golden under the dim candle light, shadows dancing over his muscled body.
"Come over here." He said, smirking.
Heero swallowed and took a step towards the bed, eyeing the shackles in caution. He fidgeted in his spot, a little self-conscious.
"Closer."
Fighting off his doubt and fear, Heero took a few more steps forward, now standing in front of Johnson. He kept his gaze on the floor, refusing to meet the man's eyes.
"Lie down." The large man commanded coldly.
"I don't think I lik--AHH!" Heero called as he was suddenly pushed against the bed, falling down on his back.
"Boy you talk so much!" Johnson hissed, reaching up to the shackles hanging down from the ceiling.
Heero looked up in fear as he heard the chains rattle. His wide eyes darted back to Johnson when he felt the man grab him by his ankle. "Wha---what are... what are you doing..?"
Johnson didn't bother with an answer and lifted the slim leg up in the air, closing one handcuff around the frail ankle. Now Heero's right leg was hanging suspended up in the air, a bit bent, but still very uncomfortable.
"D-Duo never did this..." Heero panted, blushing furiously at his exposure.
Johnson snickered and rounded the bed, going for Heero's left leg. "I told ya, he was a weird case of a lover. I'll show you how it's supposed to be. Just relax, it doesn't hurt." He assured, lifting the thin white leg up, and cuffing it to a different chain. This one was positioned differently from the first. It forced Heero to straddle his leg to the right, exposing his cock and entrance.
"Beautiful." Johnson smirked, examining his work.
"I... I don't like this..." Heero whispered between quick breaths, his face bright red from shame. Never, in all his times with Duo, did he feel so humiliated and even afraid. While he knew Duo had a kinky side, he had never used bondage and such on him. He knew that Heero had a problem seeing handcuffs and such. It made him feel tense and threatened, courtesy of his harsh training. He didn't feel safe at the sight of such restrains, and had a hard time to keep his guard down next to them, let alone make love.
"Take them off, please." Heero begged, looking up pleadingly at Johnson. "We don't need this to make love..."
"Oh, but there's no other way to have it, you see." The man snarled, picking up a set of handcuffs from his nightstand. He smirked at Heero as he bent to put them on the boy. "I had them specially ordered from the office." He said, grabbing one of Heero's wrists. "I heard you can break ANYTHING but theses babies." He slammed the handcuff around the delicate wrist, and Heero flinched, gasping. Johnson proceeded to take the other hand and chain Heero to the headboard. "It will be nice to see if it's really true..." He slammed shut the other fasten.
By now, Heero was panting hard, looking up at Johnson with wide and tearful eyes. "Please take them off... We don't need them..." He pleaded, trying to free himself. But the handcuffs wouldn't even creak under his assault. He fidgeted in the bed, desperate to get away. His movements only made the chains rattle loudly, making Johnson grin. He watched the boy in amusement, enjoying the way his body squirmed and twisted, allowing his hidden parts to be shown.
Heero whimpered miserably, defeated. He came still, panting and looking up at his boyfriend. "Please..."
Johnson smiled at him, sitting down on the bed. He reached down a hand and ran it over the boy's torso, and all the way down to his groin.
Heero hissed, thrusting his head aside. "Take them off... please..?" He whimpered, shutting his eyes tight, squeezing out the tears. His legs were beginning to ach, and his wrists were already bruised and throbbing with pain. "Take them off..." Memories were beginning to rush into his mind, reminding him of times he had tried so very hard to forget. "Johnson... please..."
"Shhh... Hure... just relax. It's only sex..."
"Johnson..." Heero whimpered, tears running down his pale cheeks.
"Relax." The man rasped, leaning down and capturing Heero's lips.
Heero whimpered as the slimy snake invaded him mouth, licking and sucking the sugary craven. He squirmed under the man, who was now holding his hands still with one palm, his other hand roaming down his body, caressing his inner thighs. Johnson then leaned further down, pressing his body against Heero's.
The chains rattled loudly as Heero tried to desperately free himself.
"Relax..." Johnson whispered into Heero's ear. His hand kept caressing Heero's white thighs.
The chains shook and clattered as Johnson leaned down to claim Heero's mouth again, and the boy flinched and tried to move away. Johnson's hand hurried to keep his hands still as he climbed over him, coming between Heero's straddled legs and deepening the kiss.
Heero's eyelids slid shut and tears trickled down to his ears.
Duo... Help...
//"With you, it's always just sex."//
Duo. . .
* * *
"Heero..." Duo rasped into the damp covers, pumping himself frantically. The sheets were soaked with the sweat that was running down his body, glistering in the moonlight. His eyes were closed in pleasure, his breath shallow and ragged. He bit his lower lip, forcing himself to remain silent.
His mind filled with countless of images, Heero's featured, washed with pleasure, his full lips slightly open as he panted Duo's name. The feeling of his skin, the scent of his body, the taste of his sweat... He replayed those distant times over and over, stroking himself to the edge.
* * *
"AHHHHH!!!!!!" Heero screamed as the large man slammed himself into him again and again. He arched his body off the bed, panting and squirming in his restrains. "Enough... enough... I had enough..." He mumbled over and over, his face tormented. He couldn't even get himself to be aroused, no matter what and where Johnson touched. The man's movements inside of him only hurt, and gave no pleasure.
"Johnson... please..." He begged, trying to free his hands, but to no avail. He tried to kick the man off of him, but the shackles prevented this as well. His movements only gave Johnson the chance to slam deeper into him.
"URGH! STOP IT! PLEASE! IT HURTS!!!!!" He screamed, feeling as if his body was being ripped apart. "JOHNSON!!!! IT HURTS!!!!"
"Just a little more, Hure..." The man whispered, thrusting his large cock into the boy's warmth. "Just a little more..."
"NO!" Heero shouted, tears running down his cheeks. "Stop it... stop it... stopitstopitstopit stopitstopitstopit... PLEASE!!!"
* * *
"Ahhh... Don't stop... Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop..." Duo mumbled over and over, squeezing his own erection. He moaned and groaned into the pillow, brining one of his hands up. He brought one finger into his mouth and began sucking it, in time with his stroking.
In his mind, it was all Heero. No hand, no finger. Just Heero. Heero's warm mouth... his hot and tight passage... his moans and silent voices of pleasure... It was all Heero. Just Heero...
"OH GOD!!! HEERO!!!!" He screamed as he came, his voice echoing in the dark and empty room. His body arched off the bed and he gave himself a few more quick pumps, then slumped down into the bed, panting.
He let his mind come back slowly down to Earth, gliding on the force of his orgasm. It's been a LONG time since he had last climaxed, and it took him a few long moments before he got his head straight. When he finally did, he blinked, just staring at the darkness.
He reached a hand down to the floor and lifted the pillow, brining it up to his chest. He buried his face in the cushion, Heero's cushion, and closed his eyes.
"Heero..."
* * *
The next morning found Heero still in bed, his arms still shackled to the headboard. His legs were free, lying lifelessly on the bed, tangled within thin, sweat-soaked, sheets. The boy's body was covered with red marks and bruises, his lips swollen, cracked and bleeding. A black eye decorated his pale features, forcing him to keep his right eye shut, for it was too painful, if not impossible, to open it. His left eye was open though, glazed over with pain and dull confusion. He was looking up numbly at the ceiling, his thoughts far away. His chest rose slowly up and down, his breathing slow and shallow.
He could hear noises from the kitchen, where Johnson was making himself some coffee. The man had spent the whole night sleeping inside of him, not even bothering to free his aching and numb legs from their restrains. Only this morning he had gotten around to do it, but he still didn't free Heero's arms from the handcuffs, leaving the boy with no other choice than to lie there, helpless.
Heero whimpered, closing his eyes.
//"It was just sex..."//
It wasn't the first time Johnson was rough during sex. But it was definitely the worst. Is this how sex was supposed to be? Was it always this painful? Full of pain-pleasure games and dominance? Sex with Duo was never like that... he wasn't afraid when he slept with his braided love. Duo never made him feel anything but love and pleasure. Every movement caring and tender.
//"Just sex..."//
But it wasn't supposed to be like that. Duo was so kind to give him that loving feeling. He understood now. He knew why Duo had left him. Why he didn't want him anymore. He was too spoiled, too demanding. And to think that he was treated like Duo's equal! It wasn't supposed to be like that... He was nothing that was worth treating right. No wonder Duo was sick of him. He was sick of treating him special. He wasn't even supposed to be special! He was supposed to be the one pleasing his lover, not the other way around.
He wasn't supposed to be loved and cared for. It's not the way it worked. Duo was such a nice person, so he treated him well, like an equal. But he was too spoiled; he never did anything to show his gratitude for the special treatment. He only wanted more, thinking that he actually deserved it.
But he didn't know any better! Didn't Duo see that? Duo was the only lover he EVER had! The only person he was close to. The only one who made him feel comfortable. The only one he could be himself when he was with him. He didn't know that it wasn't supposed to be like that! Why didn't Duo teach him?! Why didn't he say something?! He could have done better! He could have learned how to behave correctly. Duo should have... could have... would have... why didn't he? Why?
Now it was too late, for Duo was tired of his spoiled and ungrateful lover. He had found himself someone far better than him. Hitomi probably knew how to act, how to behave towards her lover. She was unlike him, the unappreciative bastard of a lover.
Again Heero whimpered, sniffling. He moved a little, trying to lie on his side and be more comfortable. But his arms got all twisted because of the handcuffs, and it hurt. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes, letting the tears pour out freely.
He will learn. He will stay with Johnson and he will learn his ways. Johnson will teach him how to be a good lover. He will show him what is the right way for him to behave, and then, maybe, Duo will take him back. He will show Duo that he has changed and that he had learned how to be a good lover. He will prove it to Duo. Duo will take him back once he's well behaved, right?
TBC...