(Slave to your Love) Scars of Love [Part III: Revised]

[Leia Avenrose]

Disclaimer: I don?t own the characters used with this twisted story of mine, but I do, however, own the storyline and some of the characters.
Dedication: To all whom love surprises and twists!

[Special Note: When the apparition ?talks?, it?ll show up in italics. Just telling you all in case you all get confused with it or something. Enjoy!]



Scars of Love
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: NC-17/XXX
Part III: Confusion



Staring at the doorway, a puzzled look spread over her cheeks. The torches popped in the air, continuing to lick at the invisible juice like it was candy. She let her eyes roam over the doorway. Heero? Looking back at the girl sprawled on the black stone, she frowned, and then looked back at the door. I don?t understand what you?re trying to tell me. Give me a sign! She threw her arms up to the ceiling in frustration, her long sleeves sliding down her arms. She closed her eyes, letting her arms fall back down to her sides. She pinched the bridge of her nose in impatience. An image then entered her mind. With the bangs covering a grayish-white forehead, a pair of cold, impassive blue eyes glared out at her. A hand suddenly appeared, the same color as the face, green and black mold dotting the palm and fingers.

It shot forward over his shoulder towards her at incredible speeds.

The vision then shifted to the side, and she found that the hand was frozen in mid-air, inches away from the face of a woman. Ebony spread out all around, dark fingers stretching outwards from the sides of the body that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The face of the female shifted around. She recognized her! She knew who that was! The blonde hair flew in the air above her head. The mouth moved, then, forming words that no one could hear. The apparition watched, baffled. What was this about now? Was this their sign?

Looking over at the man, she realized that his mouth was moving as well, forming the exact same words at the exact same time.

?You don?t understand! You?ll ruin me, my reputation!? they spoke in unison.

?Talk to me, I want to hear your voice. I want to know that you?re alive and not just another worthless corpse to this world. Wouldn?t you like to know about it, too??

The scene then faded to pitch black and she waited, her eyes searching the same darkness that had been haunting her for the past while now. She opened her mouth, just about to say something, to protest against what had happened, when a sudden sharp noise cut her off. A bright light blinded her, or so she thought. She automatically, as if upon reflex, brought a hand to shield her eyes. No use, she didn?t need to do such a thing if she wasn?t even like the rest of them. Blinking, she cleared her vision, and the spots of color from her eyes and stared out at what was within the single beam of light that shone down dimly, and then spread out in a spotlight circle around the figures.

A couple, a woman and a man, were tight together in an eternal embrace. She squinted as they began to move under the beam.

The man slowly unwrapped his arms from the girl, letting her body rest on his lap. Her face fell into his stomach, hiding her identity from everyone watching. Her left arm slid away from her body and came to rest on the ground. A small vial clattered quietly, as it hit the ground from her uncurled, dead fingers, and rolled along the dark floor. It disappeared into the disturbing shadows. The man, a thick cap of dark brown hair on his head, with bangs that disrupted his vision, let his head fall back. A lone streak of light trickled down his cheek, as he closed his deep azure eyes. His mouth then opened; sending out a loud cry of anguish and anger packed into one.

More tears fell.

He let his head then fall forward.

The droplets of sorrow and loss fell from his face, landing on the woman?s concealed visage. Reaching down, he lifted her up till her cold, lifeless lips brushed his, his tears sliding down to coat her lips. He was then unexpectedly grabbed by violent hands and yanked out from under the corpse. He cried out in devastating anger, trying to fight away his unknown captors.

?What does it matter? She?s dead, there?s nothing else to live for or for me to do. It?s completely pointless.? His thoughts entered her mind. She gasped out loud.

The shaft of light, then, illuminated the girl?s face, as it slid over to rest on her head only. The rest of her body was shrouded in darkness.

Her eyes snapped open.

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?To get knowledge of him is to personally know him.? He waved his hand through the air to accentuate his words. Turning, he faced the quickly growing audience that crowded around him. ?In order to understand your enemy, you must befriend him. He is but the last pawn in our game. You lose him, we lose this game. Checkmate, you?re out. Dead.?

A hand rose high into the air. ?But what if we had been successful in containing him? Triumphant in getting him to join us, or if we had even captured him secretly??

He regarded the man with dark Prussian eyes. ?We can do no such thing just yet. If we were to be revealed to the Preventers, our fire would be put out! They?d be on our asses before we could even get out of here and retreat back to Lunar. Do we want that?? His gaze roamed over the throngs of people.

Hands went up, followed by loud shouts of the people saying that they didn?t want that to happen.

He reached up, grabbed a long string and pulled down a large, square, white projection screen. He nodded to the two men in uniform at the back of the assembly room. The lights suddenly went dead. A face showed up on the screen. ?This is our man, people. You are to get him in every possible corner, way that you can accomplish. But do not kill him at all costs! I don?t care how much or how hard he beats the shit out of you, you are to continue with your missions.

?Understood?? He nodded again. The image changed. People cried out and gasped, suddenly pointing.

?I?ve seen him before!? someone shouted.

?I know him personally, and I work with him, as does a friend of mine,? the leader announced, calming their protests down. He glanced up at the image.

The picture was taken during an emergency assembly of Sanc. The late Princess of Sanc was standing behind a beautifully built, gilded podium that stood in the middle of the massive stage, marking the area like a bright star in the heavens. She was addressing the Embassy. A lone figure stood in the shadows, only the left side of the body outlined in the light. Another illustration slid onto the screen. The face, this time, was cold, vacant. The eyes were fixed on the body in the middle of the theater. The shape was male, his shirt, a black tank top, showing off the bulges of his muscular arms and broad shoulders. He stood half hidden behind a black curtain. His hair was of a dark brown, cut in a shaggy style that left his bangs draped in front of his eyes and along his forehead.

His eyes, as the portrait changed, were a deep blue, almost black, as they analyzed their intention closely and warily.

The person in charge turned, as someone then tapped him on the shoulder. A tall, well-built man stepped forward. A long brown braid decorated the front of his long, lean body. His mauve eyes were red-rimmed, bloodshot, his expression pale and bleak. Dark circles occupied the space beneath his eyes, the eyes that had managed to light up whenever they spotted a girl worth his while, but that had been before all of this had happened, had screwed up his life and made it a living hellish nightmare.

?Ah, brother,? the bureaucrat said in a hearty voice, ?you?ve decided to join us? Have you heard of anything new lately??

?Her funeral is tomorrow,? the newcomer muttered forlornly, bitterly.

?I heard. Will you be attending?? He smirked.

?No shit!? he snapped, almost letting his clenched fist fly for the man?s face. ?The question is are you attending her memorial service??

?Since it was I who had put her in her place, I might as well make an appearance. However, I have but one small thing to request of you.?

A guarded look slid onto his face, into his squinted eyes. ?What is it this time?? He could feel the strings being tugged again.

?Your friend, that Heero Yuy character, needs a little break. Do you think you could let him have his long, overdue vacation, Duo??

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The half-naked man twisted in his sleep, the sheet twining around his long legs. Sweat glued his dark hair to his forehead; the sheets to his legs and stomach. He moaned, flinching away. The moonlight streaming in through he windows played his emotions along his face. This time of the day was the only proof of him ever being human, to be able to show his true feelings. He twitched, his mouth opening to form an angry scowl. His body then pitched forward slightly, as if he had lunged at something or someone in his sleep. He shook his head, his lips forming the word ?no?, and then ?die?. He kicked out a leg, bringing the knee of his other limb up, just missing his chin. Crickets and the sounds of frogs and night creatures drifted into the room, as well as the scents of the hours of darkness.

A figure emerged from the shadows suddenly. They watched the man with his troubling dreams.

Heero? Why do you dream like this? What bothers you so? She walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge beside his head. He body was lying diagonally on the large mattress, the two pillow pushed up into the headboard. She remembered this bed, the smell that lingered on the sheets and pillowcases, as she bent forward, her nose to the satin fabric. Heero let an arm fly through the air, towards the apparition. His limb went right through her with ease, as though she weren?t even there, like she was made out of thin air. He growled in his slumber and she suspected that he had succeeded with hitting his target. Looking around the room, she noticed the dishes and clothing scattered all over the place. His head swung to the side, as he cried out. His hand shot forward, reaching for something that wasn?t even there, that didn?t even exist.

He then called out a name on a whisper of air, a woman?s name that rang a familiar tune to her ears.

That?s?.

The entity?s face scrunched up in bewilderment. She thrust her arms forward and placed her transparent hands to the sides of his head. She entered his mind then, going past grotesque images of gore and killing. She gasped at what she saw, all the pictures she thought she would never have to see again. Maybe, just to calm him, she thought, I could pretend that I?m the girl he?s been dreaming about.

Heero, she called out softly. Come to me, I am here to help you. Can you hear me? Follow the sound of my voice.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, all of a sudden, she was sucked past the disturbing images and thrown into an area with bright spots of color. Within the dots, faces appeared, some smiling, some laughing, and others angry and puzzled. What did this all mean? Was this person sadistically insane? The circles shifted, darkening into one large image. Her mind went black and the floating, dead feeling left her. She felt whole again. She was whole again. The darkness disappeared, the light shining through as though a sun peeking out of the clouds. Her body felt wonderful, a thousand mind-reeling sensations rocking her. Someone loomed over top of her and she stared, through half-lidded eyes, at the face that peered down at her. The dim light illuminating the room, as she glanced around at where she was, came from the large three three-wicked candles. The scent of vanilla and fruit mingled within the air.

Something warm, wet and sleek sent shivers up and down her spin and inner thighs. The area between her legs throbbed, leaking out something quite juicy, she assumed. She moaned softly, and then suddenly realized where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. She pushed away at the man on top of her.

?Hey, hey, hey,? she murmured. The male pulled away, staring down at her. His eyes glowed an intense blue with the lust and longing that shimmered within the murky depths.

?What?s wrong??

?Huh?? She shook her head to clear it. ?Heero??

Heero nodded. ?Yeah. Are you?? He didn?t finish, didn?t know how.

??All right?? She nodded, smiling softly. ?Yeah, just trying to remember what?s going on.?

Heero growled in the back of his throat and scooped her breast up into his mouth. She uttered a groan without thinking, and withered beneath his teeth and tongue. His tongue circled the throbbing nub slowly, mischievously, while his other hand twisted, pulled at, the other aching nipple with hard fingers. He then slid his mouth off her breast, pulling it up with him, like he was slurping spaghetti, then moved to the other breast that called out for attention, while he slid his other hand down roughly along the flat surface of her stomach. He reached for her wet core, the one place where he could fill her and her him. He moved his mouth up and nipped at her collarbone, then her neck, dipping his tongue into the most sensitive part of her shoulder.

?Heero,? she moaned, trying to control her breathing, ?you mustn?t be afraid, you will be strong! Don?t let him win.?

Heero lifted his head. ?What are you talking about?? He spread her legs with a knee, and entered her immediately with a hard shove, not wanting to hear what else she had to say to him. Her body pitched forward at the force behind his thrust.

Crying out her pain and her pleasure, she hugged her arms around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. She could smell the blood she had drawn. She then wrapped her legs around his waist and followed his tempo, matching up to it. Closer and closer it came, the tight feeling, the feeling of release. Again, she moaned his name, her head thrashing around on the pillows. He felt her inner walls clenching around his aching length, as he continued to stab it in and out. His thrusts, hard, fast, and wild, cut into her deeper now, making her go mindless underneath him. Little droplets of perspiration glistened on her forehead, down the valley between her breast and lower, under the candlelight that flickered in the cool morning breeze.

Her moans were more insistent now, on the verge of a high-pitched cry of wild, out of control, passion. He could feel it more now, feel her tensing harder and harder around him, her insides quivering, tightening towards her orgasm. She was beginning to pant, her cries diminishing to the desperate breaths of air. Her body arched upward, and her arms unclasped from his shoulder to fall to the bed. She grasped the rumpled bedding. The tight feeling, that was beginning to drive him over the edge, began to fade away now. He shook his head, feeling her insides beginning to go slack. He continued with the quick speed he was doing now before he headed into faster, harder territory. Her pants for air grew into loud cries of fervor, just as her body began to jerk uncontrollably.

?Come on,? he panted heavily, groaning as her muscles closed tight around him. He tried to ignore the extreme nagging of his orgasm wanting its release. He watched her claw at the sheets, felt her nails rake across the flesh on his damp chest, with frantic hands and squirming fingers. He was enjoying the sight, the smells of her. It turned him on even more, made him was to finish his claim of her.

The headboard pounded against the wall, while the mattress squeaked loudly in protest, as their cadence picked up, becoming more rough and insistent with the heat they were creating. The sweat that had broken out on her body was beginning to soak through the sheets beneath her. The look on her face was pure ecstasy; the way her body moved showing what it felt. With her body moving along the length of his pulsating member, her breasts moved with the movement, up and down, up and down. She was beginning to lose reason as to why she was really here, in his mind, this fantasy. Opening her eyes, she stared, with hooded lids, past his head at the shadows that played across the ceiling in the candlelight. Everything was hazy, unclear, unknown.

She didn?t understand any of it.

Suddenly she felt her muscles tense up to a point to where they locked hard. A large, solid tidal wave of emotions hit her roughly, knocking her mind away. She cried out, her body arching far off the bed, her knuckles white as she clenched the sheets tightly. Her breasts rubbed up against his chest, his body still moving at the same tempo. He was now looking for his release. Her entire body convulsed violently, and she moaned, shuddering with the after effects of her climax, her final release, that still rocked her body through and through. She went dead, then, lost all sense of hearing, feeling and smell for a brief second. Upon returning to his world, his mind, she felt the fatigue settle within her limbs.

She felt heavy now, but her hands were heavier. Why did she feel like she weighed a lot, so tired? Opening her eyes, she found Heero peering at her with intent eyes. As she caught his gaze, he quickly jerked it away and stared at the pillows, his cheeks warm in the shadows. She had seen the emotions churning deep inside his brief stare, saw the words he wanted to say, but couldn?t bring himself to do it, heard them whispered through the air, in the room. A smile stole her lips, and she nodded. That drew a confused look in his eyes as he brought them back to look at her, marvel at her beauty. Of course this hadn?t been the first time he had made love to her, there had been others?.

She spoke the words for him: ?Ai shiteru.?

Then everything faded again, and she had now realized that she had closed her eyes for a moment. The metal was cool on her wrists, weighed them down, as she glanced up to see a pair of handcuffs holding her wrists close. She shifted her head and saw that another pair was attached to one of the four posts of his bed from the chain in-between the set holding her captive. She jerked her head around and found herself staring into his grinning eyes. This was going to be a long night, but what was this all about? Why had he planned this??


Continued?