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Delirium (Gundam Wing, R) snippet
This is only a snippet of a fic I had started back in 2006. Occasionally I get ideas to go back to this. It doesn't help that I'm now reading Sherrilyn Kenyon and realizing that I have a lot of blonds as vampires. So. A snippet I have planned, where Duo gets captured by OZ and gets bitten by his first vampire.

There is a warning for rape implications here. I did fade to black, but it's not for squeamishness. Nope. I find it more disturbing not showing what happened. ^_^

Ho hum. You know, the Ozzies were not that good when it came to breaking a prisoner's spirit. They just locked them up in this little cell without even an uncomfortable bed, and maybe beat on them a little. Seriously, you think they would have done something else. Lower the temperature to just barely keeping people alive. Water torture. Something. Nope, they just kept me locked up in this little concrete and metal cage. They really needed lessons on how to be bad guys.

It was pretty boring, though. Sure, I'm used to being alone, but it was deadly boring every last time. I went through the list of the Gundam's specs, what each one was equipped with (and lusting over Trowa's mass of weaponry. Mm, destruction. Mm, Deathscythe and the scythe), and when that ran out, I went over the specs of the OZ mobile suits. The Leo's were actually better equipped than I originally thought, but even the best equipment meant nothing next to an ace pilot. Which explained why Noin was so deadly. Managing that much in what was technically an above average mobile suit against a god-like Gundam.

I had started listing all the bases we had blown up in order of color (importance, size, and people killed had already been covered) when the door opened and two soldiers marched through. Oh goody, torture to break up the solitary confinement. Though, something was wrong. Different. The way the soldiers looked was almost not... human. They watched me hungrily, and not in the creepy "gonna rape" or "ooh, torture" way.

... or maybe being around Quatre finally made me see monsters everywhere. See one witch being killed by a fucking leopard and there's suddenly a supernatural everywhere.

"So, what's the entertainment for tonight, boys?" I asked cheerily, trying not to let my uneasiness show. "Water torture? Electroshock? Or are we going with the tired standby of beating me up?"

"None of the above," one of them said silkily. "Grab him."

The other hauled me to my feet, sliding his arms under mine and locking his hands behind my neck. "Okay, and this is new how?"

The one that had spoken smiled, a closed lip smile that set me more on edge than it should have. I suddenly really wanted to see his teeth, because this wasn't right. He stepped forward, gripping my chin. "You have their eyes. But you're not a sparky, are you."

"What the fuck is a sparky?" I asked without thinking about it.

In lieu of an answer, he tore my shirt open. I started to swallow, hard. This wasn't exactly new. All of us had been threatened with rape at some point. And all of us could beat the rapist back half awake, starved, and drugged. Quatre would probably even have a tasty little meal on his hands. But when I tried to move, the soldier holding me didn't budge even the slightest. Not to mention I was getting some serious not-human vibes here.

"A witch, Gundam pilot. You have power behind your eyes, but you're not one."

Sparky... guess it made sense. The witches had rude terms for vampires, and the way that Quatre had talked about Colonel Une made my little "innocent" head swim. "Nope. Not a spark plug or whatever." I tensed slightly, ready to kick out and catch one of them in the nuts when he grabbed my throat.

"Don't try that."

"Well, I would love to stay and chat, but I'm not interested in men."

He finally smiled, showing strong, normal teeth. "Once my partner's done with you, that won't matter."

His part... fuck. That was all I could think before my neck erupted into pain. I bit down on my lip, hard, trying not to make any noise. Oh fuck, it hurt. Note: Hate vampire bites. Would rather get shot. I dimly noticed the hand that had been on my throat was now around my groin area, trying to get something interested. I shifted my hips away slightly, trying not to move my head. The vampire (shit. Vampire. OZ had vampires) pulled his head away.

"How cute."

I started panting, shaking slightly. Sudden acute blood loss did that to a person. I opened my mouth to quip back at him when a sudden burst of withdrawal hit me. I wasn't sure exactly what I was craving but it was gone and oh fuck it needed to be back. The one in front of me smirked.

"Hurts, doesn't it? Like heroin withdrawal."

Not that I know what heroin withdrawal felt like, but oh yeah, it hurt. Someone was making little... yeah, I should have guessed the pathetic little needy noises were me. That's a big obvious "duh" right there. I managed to swallow and stop whimpering like a little dog. "Could be worse," I said with a weak smile. Vaguely, I remember Quatre saying that bites felt really good. I kind of doubt it now, considering that the bite was nothing but a world of pain.

The vampire lightly bit my neck, making me shudder. I really didn't like this. I shifted to headbutt the asshole behind me, only to find out moving my neck was probably the worst idea yet. In front of me, the OZ soldier was taking off his uniform. "Aren't you at least going to take me to dinner first?" I wheezed, trying to smile.

"You'll beg for it," he answered, tilting his head. After all this, I had expected to see bites like a wolf or tiger or hydra bites (hey, it could happen. OZ hired weres after all), but... there were just little scars. Little puncture wounds, neat and...

... and... he was hard. I wasn't looking but it was difficult not to notice when the erection is thrust right into your fucking face.

"You'll want it more than you'll admit."

"Fuck... off."

"We'll get to that."

Suddenly, there were teeth again. Pain shuddered down my neck, blissfully. I closed my eyes, a slight moan escaping my lips. Oh God, I needed that. A slightly more rational part of my brain started to wonder about that, wondering if there were enzymes in the saliva or something... then that part broke down as there was a hand on my dick, stroking. The teeth were gone, only to be hit with need and want.

"Oh God."

There were lips on my neck. Good, but not what I needed. There were hands on my body, stroking. A fleeting thought about the fact my arms were free now and hey, escape, but oh fuck, I couldn't stand anymore. I needed it. I couldn't think.

This time he bit me, it was pure bliss. I didn't complain as he opened my mouth and my ass, only wanting those teeth in my neck.