Crying to the Walls 8

Crying to the Walls Part 8

Two trembling and bruised fingers reached above a hot pan, dropping a piece of chicken inside. The small piece of meat crashed into a sea of hot oil, sending loud sparkles all around the silent kitchen.

Heero shivered and fought down the urge to gag as he tore another limb off the dead animal, and dropped it into the pan. He sighed heavily as he worked, trying so hard to fight the bile that climbed up to his throat. It would be very unpleasant for him if he would vomit into Johnson's dinner.

Heero winced at the painful memory, and hurried to cover his mouth with his hand, retching into his palm. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. It took him some long moments, but one glance up at the kitchen clock, and he was back to work.

Johnson will be back soon, and he better have dinner ready on the table. It will do little good to upset Johnson. The man was angry as it is. With Johnny, it was always like that. One day he was in a good mood, and the next he was mad as hell. Heero began to refer to those days as 'Hure days' and 'Blume days'. Today was a 'Hure day'. Which meant that he had to be on his guard, and think VERY well before he said or did anything. Like messing up with his lover's dinner.

Half an hour later, the front door opened and Johnson stormed into the small apartment, slamming the door behind him. Heero winced at the loud sound, nearly dropping the fork he was holding. He was bent over the dinner table, arranging it. He quickly put the fork down and tidied the table map, finishing up quickly.

He then stood up, looking at his boyfriend. He brought his hands to the front, fingers entwined, lying against his lap. He kept his head bowed slightly, but his eyes were on Johnson.

"Okaeri." He whispered, readying himself for the harsh reply.

But Johnson just ignored him, hanging his coat on a hanger.

Heero sighed. "Did you have a good day at work?"

Johnson remained silent, and just walked to the bedroom.

Heero sighed, but remained still. He knew better than to go after him.

He looked around the apartment, making sure that everything was in place, as to not piss Johnson. He frowned as he noticed a small plastic bag lying next to the door. He wondered what it was, but knew better than to go and check.

Johnson stalked back into the room, and, without a word, sat down to have his dinner.

Heero continued standing there, watching the man. He already had his dinner, so he had no reason to sit down. And besides, Johnson didn't ask from him to sit, and on 'Hure days', it was a REALLY bad thing to do things without permission. So Heero just kept standing there, looking down at his boyfriend. He straightened his apron a little, making sure there weren't any folds on it.

He hated this apron so much... it was Johnson's 'gift' to him. Another one of his sick jokes. Maybe he thought it was funny seeing Heero wear a green apron with pink flowers on it, but Heero for his part, just felt silly. Humiliated, as always.

He looked up carefully at the bag by the door, his head still bowed though. His eyes narrowed in both thought and fear, and he wondered if he even WANTS to know what's inside the bag.

'Gifts' on 'Hure day' were a baaaaad thing...

* * *

After dinner, Johnson went to take his shower and then slumped on the couch, watching some television. Heero busied himself with the dishes, working as slowly as possible, trying to stall before he had to go back into the living room.

The bag was still by the door, it's presence well known to Heero.

"Hure!" Johnson's voice called from the living room, and Heero flinched, startled.

"Y-yes?" He called, voice wavering.

"Come over here!" The man shouted back, and Heero could hear the bag rattle. Sighing deeply, he left the kitchen.

"What is it?" He asked stupidly, wiping his hands on his apron. He walked closer to his boyfriend, but not too close. Being too close was not a good thing on 'Hure days'.

"Get that stupid apron off!" The man demanded, looking through the bag.

"H-hai!" Heero hurried to comply, his fingers already trying to untie the thing. Because he was in such a hurry, his fingers got tangled and it took him a while to undo the knot. He could feel Johnson's glare on him, and he could tell that the man was angry. He whimpered in frustration, twisting his back so he could look back at the knot.

"Just give it here!" Johnson yelled in annoyance, yanking Heero towards him.

The Japanese boy gasped as he was pulled hard and fast towards the man. His shoulders slumped and his head hung low as he leaned against the man in surrender, letting him remove the apron.

"Stupid boy, can't even do this simple thing right!" Johnson yelled and threw the apron at Heero's face.

"I'm sorry..." Heero whispered, picking the apron from the floor.

"Is this the treatment I get for buying you a present?! I've been thinking about you all day, you know. I bet you didn't even think about me ONCE!"

"That's not... not true, Johnny... You know that..."

"Humph!" The man snorted and turned to pick up the bag. "So you think you deserve this?" He asked, handing the bag to Heero, a smirk on his face.

Heero swallowed, looking at the bag, eyes shimmering with doubt and distress. "Well, um... wha-what's in it?"

"Your gift." Johnson snarled. "Do you want it or not?"

He wasn't going to let him easily off the hook. It was 'a lose or lose' situation. Whatever he will say, will get the man pissed. He hated 'Hure days'.

Swallowing, Heero looked up at Johnson. He bit his lower lip in thought, eyeing the bag.

"Well?!"

Heero took a deep breath, and lifted his gaze up to Johnson. "I don't know. What do you think?"

Johnson's smirk only grew. "I think you're going to get your present, Hure."

Heero sighed in relief. He had given the right answer.

His attention was drawn back to Johnson when he heard the bag rattle again. He followed Johnson's hand into the beg, silently praying for anything BUT chains, whips or some sort of painful accessories.

But it was none of the above. Instead, Heero was surprised to find himself staring at some sort of... clothing?

Oh God... what was the man planning now?

"Wha-what is it?" Heero dared to ask, fearful as he saw how Johnson was grinning.

"Well, I decided that if you don't like the apron, you could have this instead."

Heero swallowed. "Have what?"

Johnson unfolded the piece of fabric, and showed it to his mate.

Heero's mouth dropped open, nearly hitting the floor.

Johnson's eyes flashed darkly. "I gather you like?"

"Uh..." Being lost for words was somewhat of an understatement. Heero was too shocked to speak. He just kept staring at the piece of clothing the man was holding. A piece of sky-blue clothing. A sky-blue kimono. A woman's kimono.

It was faint blue, and the fabric was shiny silk. It had an imprint on it, of silvery flowers and leafs that glowed under the dim light. It seemed very short, like it will get no lower than his upper thighs. All in all, Heero was NOT impressed.

He looked up at Johnson, gaze stunned. "It's for girls." He stated, voice silent.

"I know. I think it will look sexy on you."

"But I'm a boy." Heero continued, eyeing the kimono in distaste.

"What, you don't like it?" The man asked, as if actually hurt.

"It's not that I... that I don't, but..." Heero stammered, staggering a few steps back, trying to escape the man's harsh gaze. "But I... I don't think I'm supposed to w-wear it..."

"Why not?" Johnson snarled, raising an eyebrow. "Because it's a gift from me? Because you don't like my gifts? You don't like me?"

"Oh no! No! I..." Heero began, his thin figure trembling as the bigger man approached him with threatening steps. "I... I lik-" He stopped himself quickly, taking a quick breath. "I... I lo-love your gifts..." He corrected himself, now coming to stand against the wall. There was no more room for him to run. He looked up at Johnson, eyes shimmering with plea. "I love them, you know that, right?"

Johnson came to stand right in front of Heero, towering above him. He glared down at the boy, who was looking up at him with large and frightened cobalt eyes.

"Then. Wear. It." The man commanded, shoving the kimono into Heero's hands. "Now!"

Heero sighed and bowed his head. "H-hai." He mumbled, blinking away a few stray tears. He looked down at his 'gift' and sighed inwardly.

He hated 'Hure days'.

* * *

Seeing him in that short, small, and all-revealing kimono was bound to give Heero more trouble. The minute he walked back into the room, fidgeting in the small piece of light fabric, Heero could see the look on that man's face. The look that says, beware, for you're about to be devoured.

He hated sex on 'Hure days'. It was even rougher than it usually was. While he grew accustomed to the painful experience, it was still very hurting and humiliating for him. It was rare when he too could feel the pleasure Johnson got from it, and it was even rarer when he would come. When he did manage to get aroused, he would have to bring himself release, pumping his own arousal while Johnson slammed into him. It was a stupid thing to do, for the sight of Heero touching himself, only increased Johnson's sick lust.

"Ahhh... do it again! Do it again! Nnnn... yes... yes... faster..."

Heero whimpered, closing his eyes. He couldn't stand the sight of Johnson anymore. This image was carved so deeply into his memory. This low-angle view of Johnson, sweaty and large, slamming into him over and over. He seemed so big from this position, and he was about all Heero could see while lying on his back, his legs lifted up over Johnson's shoulders.

"C'mon, Hure... C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!!" Johnson mumbled over and over, thrusting in and out of Heero's warm body.

"I... I can't... not now..." Heero rasped, panting hard. He wasn't even fully hard.

"C'MON!!!!" The man roared, grabbing Heero's hand and forcing the boy to touch himself.

Heero whimpered, and slowly began stroking himself.

Johnson hissed and moaned, his eyes not leaving the sight of Heero's palm as it went up and down... up and down...

Heero closed his eyes, forcing his mind to think far away thoughts. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears, his heart beating frantically, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and Johnson's moans... His moans... and groans... and the words he yelled... so cruel...

"FASTER HURE! C'MON! FASTER! AHHHH!!!"

Again the boy whimpered, stroking himself even faster. He lifted his hips up, to meet up with his own pumping and Johnson's thrusts.

He squeezed his eyes shut, squeezing the tears away. He felt some numb pleasure building in, as he slowly brought himself to the edge. Johnson's hips still slammed hard against his body, and all Heero could focus on was the movements of the large snake inside of him.