Fanfic #001
Title: Maddening Love
Pairing: Genocider Syo/Duo Maxwell
Warning: Your love may be someone else's hostage situation. You have been warned.
The mood was perfect. Candlelit table for two? Check. Plate of spaghetti? Double check. Violinist playing in the background? Sort of.
"Please let me go!" cried the violinist. Genocider grumbled how wimpy some people are when they're being held with scissors at the femoral artery. Doesn't this guy know how hard it is to find a good violinist in the middle of space? A firm kick to the kneecaps silenced the man. Given a disturbing glare by the psychopath, the poor musician took his cue and began playing the romantic melody.
Giggling in sadistic pleasure, Genocider turned to her date. Batting her eyes in a manner which gave everyone else in the room nightmares for weeks, the girl cooed, "Isn't this dinner just divine? You don't have to say a word... I know exactly how you feel."
Duo didn't say a word. He just sat there.
The girl continued. "I knew the moment when I laid eyes on you that this was it. You were the one I was supposed to meet. When you first hit me with our special love tap, I knew it was special. When you tied me up the first time, we were meant to be. Don't say a word. I know."
Duo still didn't say a word. He just sat there.
Taking a deep breath, Genocider turned pink and blurted out, "Thank you for tonight. I know we will make it magical! The ship will never forget the lovely scene witness at this moment! Our love was meant to be!"
At all the shouting, Duo opened his eyes and realized his situation. The psycho had abducted him in the middle of the night, tied him to a chair, and stuffed his mouth with a ball gag. 'Doesn't anyone on this damn ship believe in sleep?' thought the pilot. He struggled to free himself from his bonds when he felt the pain in his arms and legs.
"Duo~<3 Don't struggle. Do you know how hard it was to drive daggers into your forearms and calves in a way as to not have you bleed out? Or maybe that's what you really want. Bloodplay... how kinky of you. I never knew!"
Duo blanched into the ball gag. If he figures a way out of this, he'd have to remember to heavily padlock his door from now on. Now, it was time to think....
Pairing: Genocider Syo/Duo Maxwell
Warning: Your love may be someone else's hostage situation. You have been warned.
The mood was perfect. Candlelit table for two? Check. Plate of spaghetti? Double check. Violinist playing in the background? Sort of.
"Please let me go!" cried the violinist. Genocider grumbled how wimpy some people are when they're being held with scissors at the femoral artery. Doesn't this guy know how hard it is to find a good violinist in the middle of space? A firm kick to the kneecaps silenced the man. Given a disturbing glare by the psychopath, the poor musician took his cue and began playing the romantic melody.
Giggling in sadistic pleasure, Genocider turned to her date. Batting her eyes in a manner which gave everyone else in the room nightmares for weeks, the girl cooed, "Isn't this dinner just divine? You don't have to say a word... I know exactly how you feel."
Duo didn't say a word. He just sat there.
The girl continued. "I knew the moment when I laid eyes on you that this was it. You were the one I was supposed to meet. When you first hit me with our special love tap, I knew it was special. When you tied me up the first time, we were meant to be. Don't say a word. I know."
Duo still didn't say a word. He just sat there.
Taking a deep breath, Genocider turned pink and blurted out, "Thank you for tonight. I know we will make it magical! The ship will never forget the lovely scene witness at this moment! Our love was meant to be!"
At all the shouting, Duo opened his eyes and realized his situation. The psycho had abducted him in the middle of the night, tied him to a chair, and stuffed his mouth with a ball gag. 'Doesn't anyone on this damn ship believe in sleep?' thought the pilot. He struggled to free himself from his bonds when he felt the pain in his arms and legs.
"Duo~<3 Don't struggle. Do you know how hard it was to drive daggers into your forearms and calves in a way as to not have you bleed out? Or maybe that's what you really want. Bloodplay... how kinky of you. I never knew!"
Duo blanched into the ball gag. If he figures a way out of this, he'd have to remember to heavily padlock his door from now on. Now, it was time to think....