Lullaby
Heero, Trowa. NC-17. Songfic.
A little game of hunter and prey.
2000 | 2200 words
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Lullaby: lyrics by Robert Smith, music by The Cure.
He’s coming for me. I know he is.
I’m happy. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m barely breathing. There’s not enough air to fill me as I feel myself burning up in the fires his presence lights around me. This room is burning, spinning, and my head spins in its own rhythm. I’m quickly loosing sense of myself.
And he’s coming for me.
/ On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun /
I can hear his steps. His weary steps, echoing through my head and never growing closer.
Where are you, soldier?
Again his steps, and I can almost feel like my body is the ground he’s stepping above, brushing his heels against it ever so gently before toes kiss it in feathery touches. As he walks towards me and the sun whispers its farewells in crimson shades that burn my skin, no living being on this world would be able to hear his steps.
But I am.
/ Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead /
He’s finally here. He came for me.
He’s crouched over the window sill, gazing at me with his impossible eyes as I revel on his beauty, unable to say a word. The ruby rays of dying sunlight cross the spaces between him and the windowÃs wooden frames, shooting light on my eyes as all I can make of him is his shadowy form, a dark sculpture of lithe muscles drowning me, overwhelming my senses in the intoxication of waiting.
His whole frame is shadows, everything but those witching eyes. I need to catch myself, I need to remind myself to breath before his eyes pierce through me and the waiting becomes too much for my weakened being. The emerald jewels narrow, and through his lashes gold spots shoot me daggers of desire. My whole body shivers, and I can’t help myself but parting my lips and breathing out the only word my mind can think of through its haze.
“Trowa…”
/ Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom /
His lips curve up in a smirk. A knowing smirk. A dangerous smirk. My predator is ready to attack.
“Heero.”
/ and Suddenly!
A movement in the corner of the room! /
In a blink of my eyes, he’s gone. I look all around me, my eyes widening in fear. Sweat covers my face and my erection aches to no end as the room is taken in darkness. I sit up in the bed, crawling back until I am all but pasting myself against the wall, my thoughts drained as I marvel every moment of his hunting.
And suddenly the faint sound of fabric brushing against skin is all I have as a warning. I sharply turn my head to the corner the sound came from, still my eyes see nothing but a golden spark before it moves away and everything is darkness again. As I curl even more, my thighs press against the bulge in me jeans, and I groan breathlessly. Okay, no more games.
I slowly uncurl and crawl to the corner of the bed, feeling his eyes all over me as I stand up blindly. My hands reach ahead, fumbling into nothing, and my breathing grows shallow as I touch and touch and never reach anything. My heart is racing desperately inside my chest, the air seems thick and moist as it enters my parted mouth.
And I touch something.
/ And there is nothing I can do
When I realise with fright /
My fingers brush against it, recognizing the form of a damp hardened nipple, and my eyes widen impossibly as a soft sigh is released on my face, making me drunk on his breath. I pull my hand away fast as I can, but my wrist is already locked in an iron grip, and so is my neck as I am pulled forward sharply.
Eyes still wide, I feel his breath against me, and he opens those catlike eyes to glare at me with uncontrollable lust. The blood that flows through my veins rush up and down, and I feel about to scream as my body goes dry and all the warmth of the world concentrates around my groin.
Oh my god, I’m going to die.
/ That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight! /
Strongly, he crushes my mouth against his, his bold tongue claiming all of what is already marked as his. I moan loudly and grab his body between my arms and legs for all I’m worth, even as he roughly spins me around and presses me against the door, tearing the buttons of my shirt open without bothering to brake our kiss for such a frivolous matter as clothing.
I firm my legs around his waist and my back against the door to prevent me from melting down as his lips finally leave mine and travel their wet path down my chin. He nibbles on my burning flesh, sucks hardly on my prominent collar bones, making sure to leave bruises on my skin. Damned son of a bitch knows these bones show through the tank top, of course. But I don’t seem to care, and if I do, no common sense on Earth will make me stop him. I hiss as I feel his teeth nearly parting the skin of my shoulder, and my head is thrown back to give more access to this vertiginous torture.
As his mouth works it’s way down leaving burning sensations wherever it touches me, his hands leave my sides and cup my buttocks, squeezing the cheeks lightly enough to be a shocking contrast to his teethÃs hungry ministrations on my nipples. He sucks on a nipple and repeats the act on the other rhythmically, and then his hands are on my waist, thumbs caressing the skin between my navel and pants before skilled fingers rip the belt away in one pull.
The fingers expertly sneak inside as his mouth travels up again, and his lips are over mine again to swallow my yell as he grips my cock and squeezes it firmly, causing several shudders of pain and pleasure to run up my spine. He pumps me as much as the jeans allow, and I have to bury my nails on his shoulders to keep myself from whimpering. He leans his head against mine and smiles against my way past than flushed cheek.
“I love you,”, he breaths voicelessly.
I feel my lips twitching, trying desperately to manage a reaction, and then I let go of myself and smile too.
“I know.”
/ Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed /
I growl as his fingers and lips leave me, and in a moment of distraction I am spun around again and shoved onto the bed, landing painfully on my elbows. For such a fragile-looking boy, his arms are quite strong. Stronger than mine, I dare to say.
I look around again, narrowing my eyes as if it would in any sense help me finding him. Nothing else to see before me than the usual darkness. Nothing to be heard except for my own body moving against the sheets.
“Take your sneakers off,” his voice demands from somewhere I cannot locate. “Pants too.”
I comply, kicking the yellow things off my feet, along with the socks, and then ridding myself of the constraining jeans with a great sigh of relief as my erection is finally freed to the night air. Lying back on the mattress, the only thing I still wear is my hair.
“Where are you?” I ask lowly.
I hear a low and quiet chuckle, and revel in the amusement in his tone. I hear his steps again. He’s walking to me, stepping with the same grace as before, but this time allowing me to hear him. With a soft “click”, a faint yellow flame lightens his features, and the smile in his face as he shakes his head makes my stomach boil in anticipation watching him standing at the edge of the bed.
/ And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes /
Within the nanoseconds my brain takes to understand the “thump” of the lighter hitting the floor, he’s all around me, kissing me as fervently as before while his hands hover along my legs, hips, chest and back down, grabbing my skin with long and strong fingers. I groan and try to free myself from his attack, struggling to breath as he doesn’t seem interested in letting go of my mouth.
Suddenly his lips break apart from mine, and as I breath hardly in long intakes of air, his tongue caresses my face, licking the bitter sweat from my cheeks, forehead and eyelids.
He leans on my ear and whispers, / “Be still, be calm, be quiet now, my precious boy. Don’t struggle like that or I will only love you more” /
I hear his words and feel my breath rising. Then I chuckle lightly, and as he releases my arms from his grip, I run then around his waist, pulling him down to me.
/ For it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight /
He doesn’t offer resistance, kneeling between my spread legs and sitting back to watch me. Then he leans down to kiss me, and his glorious fingers wrap themselves around my cock again, pumping with much less strength than before, making it all the more alluring.
His mouth is once more on my shoulders, this time tending the bruises and cuts with soft kisses as his thighs force mine even further spread and one wet finger snakes along my shaft and down to a more interesting place. It circles the muscles ring teasingly, being mimicked by his tongue making circles on my chest, and then plunges in without further warning. It is eventually followed by it’s comrades, and by now I’m not sure how long I can still last.
“Come on, you tease,” I whimper, leaving all dignity behind.
/ And I feel like I’m being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes /
I’m instantly grated as he grins against my chest and withdraws the fingers to replace them by something much better. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, positions and forces in. I sigh contentedly and thrust back before he blinks, feeling the slick rubber touch my inner walls as he fills me. He shakes his head barely hiding an amused smirk and starts to move as I nod my head.
With each thrust I feel my head spinning, my whole body burning as it burned before, when I was waiting for him. And fuck the perfect soldier, I just want to scream my lungs out each time he thrusts deeper and deeper, faster and faster, harder and harder. I don’t, obviously, but my strangled cries are enough to express what I mean.
He keeps going, moving almost all out and pounding back, moaning and mewing like a human-sized cat, and I look up at him with a strange idea in mind. His ears are up, his triangular nose is wrinkling, and his tail bounces from side to side as the furry paws grip my sides, and I’m being mercilessly fucked by a feline with gleaming green eyes.
I shake my head and laugh softly, seeing instead of the cat’s face, my lover’s one descending to kiss me once again. We kiss hard enough to bruise, matching this fury with his body inside mine in frantic thrusts as the heat inside me reaches unbelievable peaks. He lifts his head and look right inside my eyes, forcing them to stay open so he can watch me as I find completion.
Then, the world explodes.
/ And I know that in the morning I will wake up
In the shivering cold /
As I open my eyes to morning sun, I know I’m lying alone. The bed feels empty and cold, but it’s nothing really surprising. I look at the open window and mentally greet the same sun that brought him to me last night.
My body is too tired to move, so I just lie back and watch the ceiling, rearranging my thoughts into a regular path. If I can manage to remember what weekday is today, maybe I can remember which of us was assigned to a mission J mailed me about yesterday. With a sigh, I look around the room and accept the fact that I’ll just have to check my mail again before speaking to the others.
But as my eyes dart around the room, they fail to notice an important detail. My trained ears take in an unexpected sound, at least for this hour of the day, and I raise a brow. Steps, but not the regular kind. Not walking… crawling. Like a cat. Like a spider.
I lift my head and before my mouth opens to question anything, I am silenced by two gleaming emeralds sparkling in the sunlight and a sly smirk to welcome me onto another day.
/ And the spiderman is always hungry… /
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