Disclaimers: I don't own em, I'm just messing with'em. AU, angsty, eventually some yaoi, maybe?
Duo watched the crimson line welling up along tanned flesh as he drew the blade slowly across Heero's leg, chained to the chair. After a moment he stopped, tapping the knife reflectively against the skin.
"Convenient stress relief." He murmured, his voice low in the darkness. "That's all I was to you, ne Heero?" He glanced up at the silent pilot. Of course he couldn't answer through the gag, Duo smirked. But the other boy's burning cobalt glare could have melted Gundanium at that point. His harsh, barking laugh broke the silence again, as he got to his feet and backed away to admire his handiwork.
Heero was chained securely to a wooden chair, his body covered with slashmarks from the knife. Here and there, Duo had carved little decorative patterns; smiley faces, flowers, even the occasional game of Tic-Tac-Toe. Blood stained the floor under the chair, as well as what was left of Heero's tank top and shorts.
"Lovely," Duo purred. His eyes narrowed again, as he walked forward slowly, to brush his fingers gently against his ex-lover's still unblemished cheek. For a moment his eyes softened, darkening to indigo, and a bemused smile crossed his face. Then he tensed, his eyes turning to cold amethysts, jewel-hard and angry. "You really hurt me, you know," he mused, his voice flat and emotionless. Then he smiled whimsically. "Of course, I'm having so much fun now that I'd almost like to forgive you for leaving me for that bitch Relena. But still...I am Death, ne? And death does not forgive."
The blade traced slowly along Heero's cheekbone, blood trickling down his handsome face. Duo's smile grew feral, and he leaned forward, licking the cut gently. Heero's body was tense, trembling with fury. Duo looked into his eyes, their faces only inches apart. "Now, all I have to do...." he murmured, "...is decide how to kill you...."
Duo moved the flat of the blade caressingly against Heero’s bloodied cheek, his eyes unfocused, lips curving in a bemused smile. He chuckled softly. “You’ve had a date with Death, ne?” His eyes hardened suddenly, fury mixing with sorrow. “Why did you do it, Heero?” he forced out through clenched teeth, eyes swimming with tears. “I told you I loved you. I gave you everything. I let you fuck me for months, dammit! Why’d you leave me?” Viciously, he tore away the gag.
Heero’s jaw unclenched enough that he could rasp out, “Omae o korosu.” His fists clenched in their bonds. Duo’s eyes flashed pure red, moments before his fist lashed out, the force of the blow snapping Heero’s head to the side.
“Damn you,” Duo whispered. “Damn you. Just tell me why.” Heero’s eyes met his squarely, unflinching.
“I never said I loved you.” Duo’s fists clenched spasmodically.
“And you love her? That bitch?” A hoarse bark of laughter escaped his throat, almost hysterical. “So you figured I was just a convenient screw in the meantime... bastard.” The knife flashed out again, and blood splattered against the floor, then began trickling from a fresh gash in Heero’s chest.
“I didn’t... say that, either,” Heero rasped, blood wetting his lips. Duo’s eyebrow raised slightly, and he backed away, crossing his arms against his chest, one hip jutted out rebelliously.
“Then what the fuck are you going to say, Yuy? Say something!” Heero’s chest heaved as he took several deep breaths, his head lowered. Then slowly, his eyes met Duo’s.
“Omae o korosu,” he rasped. Every muscle in his body tensed, then he jerked his limbs sharply outward. The chains holding him snapped, and immediately he was on his feet, advancing towards Duo. Amethyst eyes widened impossibly, as Duo backed quickly away. Shitshitshitshitshit.... deep shit, Duo... very deep shit, his mind babbled. He shook his head to clear it, and in that instant Heero struck.
Hands like steel wrapped around Duo’s throat, and squeezed. The knife fell from his shock-numbed fingers, clattering on the floor.
“Fuck!” he shrieked, grasping Heero’s wrists and trying to pry him away. Heero’s eyes were black with rage.
“You don’t get it, Duo,” he gritted, jaw clenched tightly. “You don’t know... what I am... inside...” With each heaving breath, he shook Duo, causing his body to flail helplessly. Suddenly, the dark eyes snapped away for an instant, locking on the knife at their feet. Duo’s eyes bulged, tears pouring from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. One hand released him, as Heero dropped to his knees to claim the knife. His only chance to break away... he kicked out, his foot making contact with the side of Heero’s head, causing his grip on Duo’s throat to weaken...just enough.... Duo quickly twisted away, darting toward the door.
“Duo!” Heero shouted. Reflexively he turned. Heero threw. His body suddenly fell back against the closed door.
“Shit!” Duo gasped, as the wind was knocked from his body. He glanced down, and was left momentarily speechless at the sight of the knife protruding from his stomach. “Oh fuck...”