Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Abstraction (Vignette) ❯ One-Shot

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Abstraction
Author: Melcena
Archive? Ask
Contact: melcena@h...
Parings: 5x1
Warnings: Limey. Angsty. Fragmenty. POV. Short.
Comments: Eh... I seem to be on an angsty plotless Wufei POV short
fic kick.


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He's confused. I can see it in the miniscule tightening in the
corners of his eyes. I know how I must look to him, here, kneeling
between his parted knees. My hair is unbound and I am seductive.
Inviting. But not submissive. Oh, no, never that. I can see the way I
look to him almost as if I can see into /him/. I wondered, at first,
how I can to know him so well so quickly. The answer is simple.

I know him the way I know myself because he /is/ me. And I /am/ him.
In ways that are unfathomable. Like the fine line between pleasure
and pain.

I feel his questions in the tightening of his fingers in my hair as
my mouth moves against his stomach. I know he doesn't want this. I
don't want this. Him. Me. We. Us.

But simplicity is complicated. Denial of self only works in pairs. He
doesn't know why we do this either.

Even as I part my lips to take him I find myself wondering how I am
here with this paradoxial bit of myself, this silent blue-eyed man
that says volumes if you can understand him. And I can always
understand him.

Yet I confuse him. He does not understand that I am bound to him with
ties I could never dissever. (How do you walk away from yourself?)
Some would call it 'love.' It is not that. It is not something so
fragile, so petty. It is something stronger than time or space or
distance, something we could never even begin to fight.

Nothing else would ever draw me like this.

He has relinquished his control. Easily, used to my games. Thought I
cannot see his face I can feel his growing desperation in the
movement of his body. Knowing my own release will not come until he
breaks, I am strangely detached in the moment.