16-June-2001
Title: Captured
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com)
Category: yaoi, PWP, threesome (yes, again), AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2x5
Spoilers: None
WARNINGS: graphic sex, a mild amount of bondage
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
Feedback: if you feel so inclined, I'd be grateful.
NOTES: This takes place in a slightly darker version of the GW universe, post series, EW.
It took Heero an hour and twenty minutes to subdue Wufei. Duo had never seen anything like it. If it had not been for two things, he privately wondered if they would have managed it at all. The Chinese boy was incredible. Duo had known Wufei was a well trained and brilliant fighter, and ever since the time when they were imprisoned together on the Oz moonbase, that he was possessed of some unusual and amazing abilities, but the events of the war and the time after had never afforded him an opportunity such as this one, to see the L5 pilot blowing out all the stops.
If it hadn't been for Heero's more than human stamina, strength and speed, and the fact that Duo had tampered with the gravity controls of the small satellite, causing them to gradually increase as the combat wore on, there would have been very real doubt about the outcome.
As it was, when the young Chinese pilot finally found himself panting, exhausted, and on his knees, there was no doubt in anyone's mind he had given the battle of his life.
Sheer admiration bemused Duo for a moment, but he didn't loose focus. Jumping down from his vantage point in the support structures of the wide cargo bay, he tossed the steel binders to Heero. The Japanese boy caught the deftly thrown objects and locked Wufei's arms behind him before he could realize what was happening.
His head hung down, but somehow he managed to raise it as he felt the steel locked around his arms, pulling them back. His usually neat, dark hair hung disarrayed around his face, and his equally dark eyes looked up, fastening on Duo as the violet-eyed pilot crossed the distance to join Heero and his captive.
"M-maxwell..." Wufei panted, a note of incomprehension staining his voice, already breathy with exhaustion and defeat.
"Yeah, Wufei, it's me," the American colonist nodded, sitting on his heels for a moment beside the kneeling boy. He reached up and lifted Wufei's chin, looking deeply into those wide dark pools. "Time to stop running, Wufei. Your long fight is over."
Eyes widening with a last flicker of defiance, Wufei tried to jerk his head out of that firm but gentle hold, but his body betrayed him. His eyelids drooped as he fought not to pass out.
"...never stop fighting..." Wufei muttered, his voice fading like the rest of him.
"Yes, you will," Duo said, his own voice calm and strong. "We're going to teach you how to stop, Wufei. How to give up. And how to like it."
Duo looked up at Heero, who was already getting his wind back. There were fresh bruises on the Japanese boy, but nothing his body wouldn't heal in less than a day. And that might be the third reason they'd actually managed to capture the renegade pilot. Wufei had a weakness for Heero Yuy, and it was more than a good bet he'd been unable to truly deal a crippling blow to the young Japanese assasin.
Heero met Duo's look over the shoulder of the kneeling boy. His expression was impassive, but in deep Prussian blue eyes, a spark of excitement burned, ignited by the exigencies of the incredible battle. He was aware of Wufei's weakness, and had exploited it, but had conditions been any different, had he himself hesitated or failed to push himself to his limits, the capture would not have occurred. He might be trained to accomplish his mission at any cost, such accomplishment might have been a part of his very nature, but even after all he'd been through, there remained deep inside him the boy who had laughed out loud in triumph after shooting down his first targets on Earth. He no longer reveled in the taking of human life, but the taking of finest warrior produced by the Dragon Clan? Duo could see past the calm façade. Inside, Heero Yuy was exulting.
A smile twitched at the corner of Duo's mouth and he acknowledged Heero's victory with a nod of commendation. His reward was the slightest curve of the Japanese boy's mouth.
Between them, Wufei was all but oblivious as he fought with his body, seeking to regain some measure of control over his muscles and sinews, to force his overworked lungs to fuel his body with oxygen. His heart was hammering wildly, and his effort to bring his rhythms into the proper patterns for the quickest recovery were hindered by sensations that were crawling through him, sensations he could never remember feeling before. The feeling of Heero's hands, pulling his arms back, and the coldness of the steel bands locking around his wrists... the combination affected him in a way totally unlike any previous experience. The part of his mind that was able to impassively record noted that the binders were of a special type - magnetic. The wrist cuffs were not actually joined by a physical chain or other structure, but by magnetic force, a bond much stronger that anything forged of metal. These high tech cuffs could be released only by an electronic control device, and would slam back together at the touch of the same control. This made it possible for a jailer to free a prisoner's hands from a distance and re-bind him in the same way. The only assurance of freedom would be to somehow get the individual metal cuffs off his wrists. And they were locked on with another magnetic code.
His fraying nerves caused Wufei to expend pointless energy in pulling against the bonds, even as his head hung in defeat. He'd lost the battle. Defeat wasn't something he had ever handled very well, and he found it affected him as much as losing a sword battle had done once, long ago - as much, but not quite the same way. Yet, sensations roiled inside him that tore at his discipline. A particular sensation of fear, so completely unacceptable, mixed with shock, and mixed again with the strangest sense of anticipation. Treize had defeated him, and let him go. But it was clear that these two had no such intentions.
He stiffened as he felt Heero's hands move up from his now-secured wrists, along his arms in an odd, almost caressing fashion. What... what was he doing? The action had no conceivable purpose, yet it sent shivers through his body, already trembling with exertion and extreme fatigue.
"It was a good fight," Heero's breath tickled his neck as the Japanese boy bent over him. Those simple words from the former Wing pilot would be equivalent to a more extensive declaration from most people, and in spite of everything, Wufei felt them sink deeply into his soul, even as he flinched from the emotional weakness they exposed.
Even worse, he could feel the closeness of Heero's body and breath, not moving away after the comment, and his hands, squeezing Wufei's shoulders, again in an almost caressing way. A painful sensation ripped through him, tightening inner muscles and flooding his body with heat he could ill afford in his energy-depleted state.
His heart continued to beat fast and erratically, and his respiration, totally out of his control, sped, causing him to pant slightly.
"What... are you going to..."
"To do with you, Wufei?" Duo answered, still sitting on his heels in front of the defeated Chang, watching his reactions avidly. "I told you... oh, you want to know, perhaps you assume, that we plan to turn you over to the authorities for the reward? It's quite amazingly high, you should be proud of that. But no. Neither Heero nor I would sell out a fellow Gundam pilot. We have other plans."
Wufei lifted his eyes from the floor, unable to stop himself, drawn to the violet gaze that rested on him with such intent. He didn't understand what he saw there. It couldn't be admiration... affection... and a kind of excitement that almost resembled hunger...
His lips almost formed the question, 'what plans', but some last vestige of his native stubbornness kept them closed and he dropped his eyes back to the ground. He didn't see the flash of empathy, even of compassion that flickered through Duo's expressive gaze at that moment. He would not have believed it if he had.
Duo stood up, and slid his hand into a pocket of his black leather jacket, thumbing a small control device. The satellite's gravity, which had been set to slowly increase, reversed, and began, just as slowly, to lighten towards a more normal increment.
For a moment, Duo simply looked, drinking in the sight of the boy on his knees. It was the most perfect moment, something to be treasured. He had cameras recording it and he had no doubt he would watch the recordings many times, but he allowed himself a last few minutes to savor the reality, permeated with the scents of perspiration and adrenaline. So a hunter might have gazed upon the last capture of a free tiger, with a combination of love, admiration and strange desire, as well as pride.
Looking up once more, Duo met Heero's eyes, and the glance exchanged between them was one of complete understanding.
"You are one of us, Wufei," Heero said quietly, though his voice almost throbbed with undercurrents of triumph, and a note Wufei had never heard from the Japanese boy before. It made him shiver again, in spite of himself.
Duo nodded in agreement. "We're not turning you over to the Preventers or anyone else. We're going to... take care of you. Show you a way to endure this new age of peace." Duo's mouth pulled wider in a grin, and his eyes flickered meaningfully to Heero. He was answered by a small smile in return, his private reward.
The words echoed in Wufei's mind, somehow making so little sense, his eyes were drawn up again, catching the last of the look being exchanged by his former partners, now captors. That look caused another strange tremor to move through him, along with a fire that seemed to spark in his depths, beyond the reach of his long time self-discipline. He blinked, and then felt Heero's fingertips, pressing precisely on the side of his neck, recognizing the location too late to prevent the effect even if he could have. Silently, Wufei sagged into unconsciousness, and was caught by two sets of strong arms. The capture was accomplished. The training would be next.
It wasn't the first time Wufei had woken in captivity. He'd been a prisoner of Oz during the war, for quite a little while. Those had been difficult experiences, unpleasant at times, including nearly being suffocated to death, but he'd retained the semblance of control, knowing that he'd chosen to let himself get captured for his own reasons. It had been quite a detour but had ultimately ended much where he'd planned, with Nataku upgraded, and a return to the battle on his own terms.
This time he woke with the knowledge of defeat, sour enough on its own, and the uncertainty of a very questionable future. In this new world of peace, it seemed there were few places left for a warrior, and he stubbornly refused to accept what had been offered. A short stint with the Preventers had ended badly, when his judgment of what was right conflicted with the organization's policy. Along with others who didn't seem to fit into the new order of the Earth Sphere, he was 'invited' to add his efforts to the Mars Terraforming Project, but it took only a cursory investigation to determine that this amounted to little more than a penal colony for those who threatened the peace.
And it seemed that the ones who helped bring that peace about were high on the list of threats. Quatre had avoided it by using the influence of his family and company. Trowa had disappeared into the transient population of circus performers, who protected him as their own. At first, he'd heard that Heero had joined the Mars Project, but then somehow he'd not made the transport shuttle and the next thing Wufei was aware of, Heero had joined Duo Maxwell in the last niche available... as freelance bounty hunters.
It hadn't occurred to him that his former partners would seek him out in the course of their work. It should have. He'd become more than an irritant to those who ran the government of the Earth Sphere, zeroing in on the areas where they had failed to make the difference, where those with money and power still unfairly preyed on the less fortunate. His actions threatened the status quo, and he'd known it was only a matter of time before they found a way to stop him.
Duo was right - his long fight was over.
He woke with a feeling a residual exhaustion, and muscles that ached from a number of causes. Over-exertion was one, another was finding his arms still pulled behind him, causing a deep ache in his shoulders and back. Instead of lying on a cold floor, he seemed to be resting on a mat, similar to the ones used in a dojo for practice throws. He still wore the tank top and pants he'd been captured in, but his shoes were missing and his feet were bare, a fact which disturbed him oddly. Even more disturbing was the fact that his ankles were now enclosed in a pair of steel bands, not unlike the ones on his wrists. They were not currently locked together but it was obvious that they could be. He felt the beginnings of a weird combination of dread and excitement, and battered at it with his will, but that too was not at its sharpest at the moment.
He struggled to move into a position where he could bend, thread his body between his arms and bring them to the front, but before he could complete the action, a light came on, directional, and not too bright, and he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. That sound told him something, told him that he was in space, at least, because the doors in any space ship, shuttle or structure were all built to be airtight in the event of structural integrity loss in any part of the environment. This deduction was confirmed by the quality of the air, but there was something foreign in it, no, not foreign, just unusual. It gave him a sharp sense of deja-vu before he identified it - sandalwood incense, probably a coil variety. It reminded him of home.
He felt rather than heard the slight vibration of a light-footed individual padding towards him. His hair, longer now than a year ago, had escaped or been freed from its customary confinement and some of it fell over his face, obscuring his view. He struggled abruptly to get himself off the floor, in any kind of less helpless position and ended up rolling onto his knees.
"Beautiful," the voice was Duo Maxwell's. He stopped in front of Wufei, and the Chinese boy was forced to look up to observe. As he did, he almost gasped.
It wasn't the fact that Duo was clad only in a very brief pair of bluejean cut-offs, baring his very attractive body. It was a single detail, which leapt into Wufei's sight. He suddenly realized why Maxwell always wore those high collars. They hid something. Something he clearly preferred to keep private.
The patterns in ink across Duo's skin were quite attractive, though the design of the art tended to mono-colored swirls and knots of light and shadow. Celtic, that was the style. The one that caught Wufei's attention was a striking design that wound around Duo's neck, just where the priest's collar would cover it. A chain.
Elsewhere, thorn vines seemed to predominate, a few spots of other color showing as occasional blood drops, stylized and cherry red, accenting the work.
It was a sudden revelation about the boy he thought he'd known somewhat, with whom he had once shared captivity. Wufei had no idea what it signified but it caught his breath.
Duo knelt in front of the Chinese boy. "Welcome to our place, Wufei," he said. "I could release the magnetic lock on your wrists, if you give me your word of honor you won't bash me and try to escape...."
It was very tempting. Where did he have to go? But Wufei refused to give his word not to try and leave. He wasn't ready to make that compromise yet, and doubted that he ever would be. His freedom was all he had left. It might be taken from him but he'd not surrender it voluntarily.
Lying to Duo never even occurred to him.
He simply shook his head. Duo smiled slightly, then sighed. "About what I figured," he said, with no surprise. Then his lips curved in an odd smile. "And you know what the bad part is? I'm actually pleased to be right on this one."
He reached up and ran his fingertips lightly over the Chinese boy's face. "Because I don't want to release you yet. The sick truth is, I like you this way."
A chill ran through Wufei at the words and the soft, amiable tone. It was so matter of fact that it left no room for doubt. Wufei's eyes widened in spite of himself. He jerked back, unconsciously, and Duo chuckled softly.
The braided boy nodded agreeably. "Yeah... I know. Not supposed to like things, but then it turns out you like 'em anyway. I tried hard to be a good boy... for a while anyway. But Wu, man it just didn't stick. Well, not all of it, anyway. And the really funny thing is that being sick, well, lately it's served me very well. Who'd a thought?"
"Maxwell..." Wufei said, the word escaping through grit teeth. "What are you babbling about?"
Tenderly, Duo brushed back the hanging strands of hair like black silk. "Nothing important. Since you won't promise, and we're not going to let you go, I guess we've nothing to do but pass the time, eh, Wu?"
"Pass the..." Wufei shook his head and snapped his mouth shut, conscious that he was about to start babbling himself. He flexed his arms, trying to relieve the ache.
"We'll make you more comfortable," Duo said, and then he smiled. "Or at least differently comfortable."
The conversation had distracted Wufei enough that he didn't hear or sense the approach of the other boy, Heero was just suddenly there, padding up to stand behind Duo. Wufei's jaw sagged open slightly. Heero was naked except for a piece of material, wrapped around his waist and twisted between his legs. Because of Wufei's tradition-bound upbringing, he recognized the garment - it was a Japanese fundoshi.
The traditional garment left little to the imagination. Wufei swallowed and blinked, and then suddenly felt a combination chill and deep flush. It was almost as if they both knew of his... that he... as if they knew and were playing on his... preferences.
Duo watched Wufei closely as he caught sight of Heero. Nodding to himself, he suppressed a smile. At first, it hadn't occurred to him that the Chinese pilot from L5 might be bisexual. He'd learned that Wufei had once been married - Duo had an insatiable curiosity and the ability to find out darn near anything he decided to, and he'd done a lot of poking into the lives and histories of his fellow Gundam pilots. So he knew that the early marriage was one of arrangement, not choice, though that did not preclude attraction or emotion.
Like Heero, Wufei was so extremely disciplined that the whole area and consideration of sex seemed almost off limits where he was concerned, another among so many things that set the Gundam pilots off from other males of their age group. With Heero it had been a matter of releasing an untapped potential. Gauging Wufei's reaction to this, and other things he'd observed in the past, Duo felt a kind of anticipatory satisfaction. They had a chance. It might be a small one, but on the other hand... those who held themselves so strictly often did so to control drives of greater than average intensity. It was time to test out the theory.
Glancing at his partner with a slight smile, meeting the deep blue eyes that could smolder with such heat or chill with such deadly ice, Duo nodded.
Reaching into the pocket of his cut-offs, Duo thumbed a small multi-purpose control device. A metal bar, hung parallel to the ceiling, descended silently and locked into place about five and a half feet from the floor.
Sensing something, Wufei looked up, seeing the bar but unable to immediately attach a purpose. His eyes narrowed, but Heero was already moving behind him. He lifted Wufei to his feet, and the Chinese boy stood squarely, feet apart and balanced, an instinctive move. Duo thumbed the control in his pocket and the magnetic lock binding the metal cuffs together unlocked, allowing the bands to move apart. Before Wufei could react, Heero had pulled one wrist up to the bar, and its new magnetic polarity locked the cuff to the bar as if they had been welded. Wufei's eyes flared open wide as he realized what Heero had done. His body tensed suddenly, though Heero already had a grip on his other wrist, and he lashed out with a kick, which the Japanese boy avoided easily, pulling Wufei's other wrist up and locking it to the bar.
Duo thumbed the control and the bar lifted smoothly, about a foot, and Wufei found himself suspended from the crosspiece, his feet just above the floor. His head moved around, looking wildly for some way to escape, but it was all handled so smoothly that he'd had no opportunity.
"What are you doing?" Wufei hissed, his eyes darting to Duo and then back to Heero who was still behind him.
Duo shook his head slightly. "Bad things," he said simply. "Wicked things. But I have a theory that you might have a taste for wicked things somewhere under that correct exterior."
Wufei's eyes widened, and Duo saw a flash of emotion, nothing he could identify yet. But he would, he would know soon enough.
Heero's hands slid around Wufei's waist and unfastened the Chinese boy's pants deftly. Wufei made a strangled sound, it could have been rage, but it also could be many other things. Ignoring the noise, Heero finished removing the garment with his characteristic efficiency. He tossed the pants off to the side somewhere, and ran his hand down the length of Wufei's thigh.
"Yuy!" Wufei half hissed, half growled. He certainly looked angry. Duo smiled. Anger was the all-purpose mask for so many of them. He'd used it himself on the few occasions when his jester's mask had failed him.
Heero ignored the sound of his name, marveling for a moment in the feel of the smooth, fine skin under his fingers. He looked up with no apology on his face. It was going to be difficult for the Chinese boy for a while. But there would be rewards.
As if answering Heero's thoughts, Wufei's body wasted no time in betraying him. Though he was unclad from the waist down, the dark tank top fell low enough to afford him at least a token of modesty, or would have, had his flesh not chosen to respond by rising, swelling towards erection, pushing the lower edge of the shirt aside. Another slow stroke of Heero's hand along his leg caused the firming member to twitch upwards, wringing a strangled sound from Wufei's throat.
In front of him, Duo moistened his lips, and smiled. "Hee-kun," he said, his voice throbbing slightly, "My view is obstructed."
Wufei's eyes darted to the braided boy's face, then widened as he suddenly felt hands at his back and then there was a ripping sound as the tank top surrendered to Heero in one quick tear up the back of it. Another quick jerk at each shoulder and the rag fell away, baring Wufei completely.
"Arigato, koibito," Duo said, his lips curving a bit more.
"Kochira koso," Heero purred, a timbre to his voice Wufei had never heard, much less imagined. It caused the heat in his blood to increase, suffusing his body with an almost feverish warmth. The expression on Duo's face mirrored that tone. Wide violet eyes seemed to swallow Wufei, and he found himself getting lost in those crystal depths. His breath caught, tightening his chest.
You weakling, a voice in his mind spoke up, coldly mocking. Is this all it takes to subdue your spirit? You are being toyed with.
It nearly snapped him back, but his body was not so easily dissuaded from its reactions, and another part of him picked at the cynical thoughts. Toyed with... yes, there *was* something almost playful about Duo Maxwell's open expression, but there was little doubt that the braided boy's attention was genuine... slightly dilated pupils and a bit of a flush accompanied a not-so-subtle shift in the loose cut-offs as Duo's body answered Wufei's response in kind.
Duo watched the dark eyes a little above him, leaving them only to drink in the view of Wufei's bared and proud body, and return. He saw some of the thoughts passing through the Chinese boy's mind, recognized them in part because he had once had similar thoughts, though it had been, well, it seemed like a long time ago.
"If I touched you now it would be like rape," he said softly, with a touch of regret. "You'd enjoy it, oh how you would enjoy it, but you'd hate yourself for that. No, Chang. Not yet. Not until you know what you want. Not until you understand."
The words fell on Wufei's ears like incomprehensible syllables; he picked up a word here and there - 'rape' caught his ears and he tensed - but the meaning somehow seemed to escape him. Suddenly he realized that Heero had been slowly stroking the small of his back and he'd not been fully aware of it, though the touch had soothed, at the same time as it kept his body inflamed through his internal struggle. He gasped, and the touch stilled. Then the hand that could be so skilled in war and combat left his skin almost reluctantly and something inside him twinged in bereavement.
Heero walked around to join Duo in front of Wufei. He slid his arms around the braided boy with a gesture as natural as breathing, and Duo leaned into the touch just as easily. Two pairs of eyes regarded him with expressions he could not fathom, because his mind would not allow it.
"Release me, Maxwell," Wufei heard himself saying in a voice he did not recognize.
The Deathscythe pilot shook his head. "We went to some trouble to get you, Wufei," he pointed out. "And if we let you go, others will be on your trail, the reward really is quite impressive. Nope... you're staying. I know you feel uncomfortable... and we're going to make you a little more uncomfortable I bet, but it's all for a good cause," Duo said, with a wicked smile.
Heero looked up, his deep blue eyes intense. "There's a part of you inside that will never give up fighting," he said in a quiet voice. "I understand that. So does Duo. But they don't want to let you live without breaking you to fit in with the peaceful world. The only way to keep from breaking... is to bend. We're going to show you how."
"Right now you feel everything pressing against you and all you know how to do is resist it," Duo added. "So we're going to get the focus off of you for a while. You don't have to do anything, and no one is going to do anything to you. Give you some time to adjust. And give you something else to focus on..."
The two boys moved back from Wufei until they were about ten feet away. Then Duo slipped his hand in his pocket and thumbed the control, bringing the bar down just enough for Wufei to be able to stand on the mat beneath him. As the strain of his weight eased off his wrists and shoulders he almost sighed. But he could do little more that stand there, arms suspended, naked, aroused, mind spinning and unable to get any traction.
"It's not so bad, Wufei," Duo said as he slid his hand out of his pocket.
Stressed to the max, the Chinese boy snarled. "How would you know, Maxwell?"
Duo laughed. "How would I know? Do you know how many times I've been locked up, incarcerated... restrained... no, of course you don't. But you know what, Wufei? You can either let it break you... or you can learn to like it."
Heero smiled at Duo's words, a smile that caused another flash of heat and a prickle of uneasiness to run across Wufei's nerves.
"Showing's better than telling," the Japanese boy said. He reached out and touched Duo's cheek.
The braided boy's smile twisted slightly, and he looked at Heero with an emotion in his eyes that caused Wufei to look away.
The sound of movement snapped his eyes back to the two boys and what he saw caused a slight shock and an odd shiver to run through him. Heero was kissing Duo deeply, one hand sliding down into the loose waistband of the cutoffs to plunge into the braided boy's crotch, and the material did not do much towards hiding his actions as he stroked Duo's cock.
Wufei felt his own organ tighten painfully, straining up at the sight. He ground his teeth and looked away, but the sound of a zipper being pulled brought his eyes back. The cutoffs fell to the floor, revealing Duo in all his grace and glory. He was quite beautiful. The swing of the braid as it brushed the curves of his rear lent a sense of decadence to the picture. Unconsciously, Wufei licked his lips. Once again he tried to turn his eyes away, and was just a moment too late. Heero stepped back from his lover and reached behind him to undo the simple knot of the fundoshi. He pulled the material - it was surely silk by the look of it - from around his body and away. His manhood was as ripe as that of the other two, as elegant yet threatening as Heero himself. Wufei swallowed and tried to look away again but he could not.
And they made it easier on him, those two, by not watching his face. Their attention was turned to each other now. Duo stepped out of the denim pooled at his feet and kicked it away slightly. His stance as he regarded his lover wasn't coy or demure. He stood solidly, hip cocked slightly to one side in that slightly insolent posture that was his trademark. Dark patterns on his skin clothed him in street ambience while hiding nothing. A thorn vine circled one bicep, and a bat-winged demon adorned the opposite shoulder blade.
Heero faced the braided boy, the silk rectangle of the fundoshi, part of it twisted to form the waistband, dangling almost idly in one hand. His body bore markings as well, lighter, but visible, scars from a short life that had been filled with pain. They weren't disfiguring, just puzzling. Anyone who did not know Heero well might wonder about them, most were so cleanly healed and faded. But they left a faint accounting on the Japanese boy's skin.
As Wufei looked, unable to pull his eyes away from either of them, he felt something slip into his soul and take root there - a deeper, more subtle understanding or knowledge of these two, once his partners in the greatest undertaking of his life, once enemies when he chose to follow Mariemeia's path, then brothers who showed him the meaning of courage and the price of peace. Yet without a cause to bring them together, he had drifted apart yet again, changed, yet fundamentally the same, and in that habitual solitude, still believing he understood who they were.
He'd been wrong. He was seeing who they were at this moment and he realized he was seeing things he knew, and many things he did not. And the knowledge burned him, burned his body and his spirit. It woke a hunger he'd kept chained for nearly all his young life, woke it to a sudden fierce and demanding need.
Apparently oblivious, the two watched each other like partners in a dance or a suicide pact. Duo's lips pulled in a half grin, answered by Heero's secret smile. Duo took one step to the left, Heero did the same, his arm drifting out as Duo's hand snaked down to his crotch. Another step to the left, leaving the impression of combatants circling, or dancers... then suddenly they moved together, meeting, Duo's neck stretched out to meet a kiss, Heero's hand blurring too fast to follow, catching the braided boy's free hand, pulling Duo's wrist behind him. It happened so fast Wufei would never be sure if there was a struggle, or if they, like two fencers, were simply testing skills, but he could see Heero pulling Duo's other hand behind him, even as he opened his mouth to a deep kiss. Winding, twisting the silk of the fundoshi into a rope and binding those agile wrists together, Heero pressed the braided boy against him. There was an electric shiver as their bodies met that tore a throbbing pulse through Wufei, and left moisture beading at his organ's tip.
He felt a jerk, heard a faint metallic ring, and then realized he was straining against the steel bands and bar, fighting to... to...
Locked together they turned, Duo's wrists bound behind his back, eyelids down but open the slightest bit to let violet eyes meet Prussian blue. Duo teased the roof of Heero's mouth with his tongue, flexing his arms against the silk, knowing it would hold. His reward was Heero's response, sucking his tongue hard, grinding their bodies together.
They were both breathing heavily when they moved a little apart, not far, for Heero kept a hold on Duo's bound wrists. Duo's chest moved and a breathless laugh escaped from him as they continued to lock gazes and Wufei knew somehow that the retaining hold was an answer to some previous contest.
"Get it," Heero said, his voice deep with a slightly roughed edge.
"Anxious, ain't ya?" Duo returned, appearing not to fight the hold, yet Wufei sensed the stealth specialist would be loosed in a second if an opening appeared.
Heero laughed, a richer rendition of a once reckless expression. "After that hunt? Oh yes... ohhhh yes..."
Duo stretched out a nimble leg, balancing easily on the other, and captured the fallen denim with a toe, scooting it towards Heero. "Get it yourself, I'm a bit tied up at the moment..."
Wufei almost held his breath, caught up in the suspense, wondering if Heero would bend to pick up whatever it was he wanted, and thereby provide Duo with an opportunity to escape... never knowing if he wanted one or the other to prevail and almost forgetting for a moment that he was naked and bound, seduced by the energy swirling in the room. He gasped soundlessly as Heero shook his head, with another slight, secret smile and locked his will into his eyes.
"You get it," the Japanese boy said simply. It was the difference between an order and a command.
Too intelligent to resist adamance, Duo moved, sliding gracefully to his knees with Heero still holding his silk-tied wrists. He bent to the floor and then lifted his head, gripping the cut-offs with his teeth. He lifted himself as easily as he'd gone down, agile as a gymnast, and offered the garment, dangling with a pocket towards the other boy. Heero's smile stretched a little wider in acknowledgement and he reached into the pocket and pulled out a small tube.
Duo opened his mouth and let the shorts drop back to the floor, grinning impudently.
"Very clever," Heero said, his voice throbbing with approval, and Duo's expression changed subtly, his eyes somehow brighter, and a sense of sudden heat radiating from him.
A wash of that heat licked at Wufei, as the significance of the retrieved object sank in. They weren't... not here... but he'd known it, known it almost from Heero's touch along his arms after the capture. He wanted to scream and rage, they couldn't... he couldn't... did they think he would watch? He'd only to close his eyes. But the thought was absurd and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep from watching, gods, these two most beautiful... how could they do this to him! Yet, they weren't... doing it *to* him, no, Duo had said, that would be...
Pulling the violet-eyed boy against him, Heero kissed Duo deeply, a kiss that lingered and lasted and stretched out, leaving both of them feverish... and Wufei panting. Heero's hand moved from Duo's bound wrists and slid around his captive's body to find the straining flesh in front. Duo didn't bother trying to suppress the groan that came from deep in his chest. Head tilted back, exposing that long neck with its inked chain collar, Duo rocked, thrusting himself into Heero's grip, almost purring with the pleasure it brought.
The Japanese boy's eyes lidded, watching Duo. At last, he released Duo's flesh, smiling at the soft curse from the braided boy. He reached down to wrap his fingers around his own aching shaft, easing and inciting his own senses at once. Duo's brows drew together darkly, and the next moment he slipped to his knees again, opening his mouth to dart out his tongue.
Wufei barely heard the groan that came from his own throat, but sharp ears picked it up. Pretending oblivion, Duo leaned forward to capture the hard throbbing thing that jutted out at him from Heero's loosely encircling fingers. The first droplets had long since been smeared along the flesh but he sought a taste, sliding his tongue along the underside of the shaft and down to the base, where he nibbled gently, feeling the heaviness of the hard flesh against his cheek. Heero tensed and made a sound low in his throat, and Duo eased back, licking along the Japanese boy's length, laving the head. He was rewarded with a hiss and a growl.
The performance was pushing Wufei beyond his endurance, so he was certain. Watching Duo provide oral stimulation to his partner, while kneeling with his hands secured behind his back... the vision was driving him crazy and he cursed himself for it. There wasn't a single curse that made a damn bit of difference though.
Heero cupped the braided boy's cheek in his hand, watching his face even as he shuddered slightly under the skillful assault. The tube in his other hand dangled as though forgotten for the moment.
Duo began to loose himself in the taste and feeling of his lover, each reaction urging him to try for more. The taste of this hot flesh was soothing and exciting at the same time and he closed his eyes, starting to swallow it. He felt Heero's acquiescence at first, then felt a sudden change. Firmly, but not ungently, the hand cupping his cheek urged him back. He didn't try to hide the slight pout, but he barely had time to be disappointed. Duo was suddenly pulled up into an embrace, kissed and tasted, Heero's lips tracking a path of fire across his neck and shoulder, and then he was being brought down to the mat, turned and pressed to his knees, his cheek against the cool surface, as deft hands explored his backside. The slippery intrusion of one, then two strong fingers was sudden but far from unexpected. His Hee-chan had lasted longer than he expected, longer than he would have, he suspected, and he was more than ready for what was to come.
Heero's eyes lidded as he pressed his lover down with one hand against the back of his neck, and pushed the lubricated fingers of the other deeply into Duo's tight opening, thrusting rhythmically. His fingers struck Duo's sweet spot, sending a burst of pleasure through the bound and kneeling boy, causing him to moan and then whimper involuntarily. Duo squirmed, pushing his ass higher in the air, against the thrusting hand, begging for more, harder, faster. The sight, sound and feel of his lover's helpless response affected Heero like a shot of pure adrenaline and lust. His lips curved slightly, and he obliged by speeding the movement of his hand, and then when he could tell by the urgency of Duo's cries that he was close to climax, Heero pulled his hand away, while still holding his love down with the other. Duo all but screamed, an inarticulate sound carrying both entreaty and demand. Heero reached down with his now-free hand and stroked himself, spreading the lube from his fingers over his cock, which was straining painfully to take the beautiful curved rear waiting for him. That intervening moment was more than Duo was prepared to endure and he screamed again, this time finding words.
"Fuck me now, Yuy, or you'll be so fucking sorry when I get free..."
Heero laughed, a full-throated sound of triumph and delight, which was thickened by his own soaring need.
"That's my love, Duo," he said, caressing the braided boy's ass possessively. He was answered by a half-sobbing growl. Shifting to take his place behind his lover, Heero placed his cock at Duo's entrance, took his hips in a firm hold and thrust home.
A wave of heat washed through Wufei's body like a sudden lightning strike, his senses overwhelmed by the sight and sound of the two in front of him. The last shred of coherent thought ripped away as he watched Heero's shaft sink into the boy beneath him and heard the soft sounds of their bodies meeting, mixed with Duo's ragged gasp of response. Balanced with his legs apart, Wufei strained forward, oblivious, pulling uselessly against the metal that held his wrists up and apart. His mind wasn't even in his body but sucking him into the vision before him, wanting, needing, feeling himself thrusting into that gorgeous behind, the tight pressure and rippling muscles adjusting... *feeling* himself kneeling so helplessly, arms bound behind his back, cheek to the floor, receiving the intrusion that hit his pleasure center and blew his mind apart.
Lost in the feel of his lover beneath him, battered by waves of sensation that pushed at his tolerances, Heero thrust harder, speeding and hearing the answering music from Duo's throat, raising his eyes slowly to see Chang Wufei's dark eyes go mindless as he watched. Heero licked his lips, kneading and stroking Duo's pale flesh as he held the bound boy, bringing them both to the edge. Leaning across his lover, he slid an arm around and beneath, fingers capturing Duo's erect and weeping shaft as he pulled the braided boy up and back against him, lifting Duo's upper body so he could see the one who watched.
Hearing the growl of satisfaction, which blended into a more urgent cry of need, Heero loosed the remaining shreds of his control and increased his pace by that last fraction. He held Duo against him as he felt his lover's body tense and shudder, spilling milky fluid across his fingers and releasing an animal howl from Duo's throat. Heero shuddered himself, surrendering his essence inside his lover's tight confines as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him, spinning his senses into overload.
Panting, Heero sat back on his heels, his arms around Duo as they both gasped for air, resisting the strong temptation to simply slide bonelessly to the floor with the last of his remaining will.
He felt a movement against his chest and smiled, as Duo twisted his wrists, and freed himself from the fundoshi tie with the ease of Houdini.
Duo turned in his arms, hands sliding around Heero's face as the braided boy kissed his lover deeply. The kiss tasted of salt as perspiration slid down both their faces to mingle with lips and tongue.
Breathing deeply, Duo released Heero's mouth at last and leaned his forehead against the other boy, violet eyes meeting Prussian blue, communicating wordlessly messages of love, lust, thanks, approval, even a touch of pride.
After another moment, Duo leaned back and rose to his feet, leaving his love to recover, and padded towards their guest.
Wufei hung a little in the restraints, head down and face hidden by a fall of dark hair. But his body still registered extreme tension, and his cock was erect and rock hard.
Very gently Duo reached up and lifted the Chinese boy's head. His eyes were open, but unfocused. Duo wiped moisture from Wufei's face tenderly and watched his eyelids flicker as awareness slowly returned. After moment Wufei's eyes focused on Duo's face, only inches away. A storm of things seemed to swim in those dark eyes, and Wufei's lips moved, but no words were formed at first. Then suddenly Wufei leaned forward against the restraints and pressed his lips to Duo's, tongue darting out to find its way into the other boy's mouth.
Duo leaned forward as well, not back, as Wufei half expected, and sucked that questing tongue deeply into his throat. Then he returned the invasion, feeling the heat ignite instantly and build fast.
After a moment he pulled back, looking into the Chinese boy's eyes.
"What to you want, Wufei?" he asked softly.
The look that met his was strained with desire, but returned to reason. When he answered, Wufei knew what he was saying.
"You said I'd learn..." the Chinese renegade rasped. "Teach me."
Duo smiled, but the expression was tender rather than triumphant. "I want to touch you, Wufei," he said, keeping the eye contact direct.
"Do it," the other boy whispered.
Duo's fingers reached out and wrapped around Wufei's straining flesh. Wufei's eyes closed and he shuddered but it was from pleasure rather than revulsion. Deftly, Duo explored the contours, learning this part of his former partner. Wufei kept his eyes closed, finally letting himself loose from restraints so old he could not remember their origin, shivering as he felt the clever fingers and familiar calluses of a mobile suit pilot, the touch of Shinigami crossing the threshold from partner, friend or pursuer, into intimacy.
Heero leaned on one elbow, watching the two, with a sense of curiosity and relief. The relief was for his fears, that Wufei might react with disgust, or anger, or anything that would turn this from an erotic psychodrama into a series of pointless brutalities. He believed, as Duo did, that this world they were trying to open up for him could make enough of a difference to ease his spirit and enable him to accept the exigencies of the new life under peace. He knew it was possible... because Duo had made it work for him. And his guarded but very real emotions flinched from loosing Wufei from his life, to execution or penal colony. This was the intervention they had decided on, but it was no small risk and watching his partner and lover kiss the Chinese boy, and then glide his hand down in a clearly not-unwelcome touch, appeased Heero's much suppressed need for a sign of possible success.
As his tension lessened, his curiosity and interest increased. Duo had taught him to recognize and understand his feelings of attraction and arousal, both of which were fully engaged by this scene. He stretched an arm out and snagged Duo's cut-offs, and retrieved the control mechanism for the metallic binders, knowing they would not be needed, not for the same reasons, anyway, for very much longer.
Wufei's hips began to rock, thrusting firmly into Duo's clever touch, and his eyes opened, fastening on those wide violet jewels that watched him in a way he could never remember being looked at before. In response, Duo speeded his stroke little by little, pulling a muffled sound from the Chinese boy's throat. Leaning closer, Duo pressed his lips to that arched neck, tasting salt and musk. Warm kisses traveled down, settling over one taut nipple. This time the groan was louder, carrying hints of both protest and surrender, as Wufei thrust himself even more urgently into the touch.
"Come on," Duo purred, his mouth moving to the other side of that beautifully developed chest. "You need it... let go... it won't be the end, not even close..."
Wufei growled, but his nerves had been tightened past their limit for too long and he jerked as the fingers of Duo's other hand slid under his balls, gently lifting and cradling them in his palm. It was too much, and with a strangled cry, his body shuddered and surrendered to the climax, releasing its thick white nectar in a flood of pleasure that overloaded his senses and left him gasping. He was barely aware of hanging in the wrist cuffs as his knees sagged.
Duo kissed him tenderly and looked over his shoulder with a pleased expression, nodding to Heero to release the magnetic adhesion, loosening the cuffs from the bar. He caught Wufei and lowered him gently to the mat, stroking his hair back and drinking in the sight of the Dragon Clan warrior in the aftermath of his pleasure.
He reached up instinctively and caught Heero's hand as the Japanese boy padded over, and dropped down beside him, wrapping his arms around Duo's shoulders. Kissing the braided boy's neck, his tongue tracing a link of the tattooed chain, Heero murmured, "That was nice..."
Duo smiled affectionately and nodded. "Yes it was... but it will get nicer still, I bet."
"Hai," Heero assented, rubbing his cheek against Duo's shoulder. "I believe that you are right, Duo-koi. You have been right all along the way."
Duo leaned back, arching his neck to kiss his Japanese lover. "Heh... how about that."
"Right about what?" Wufei murmured, his eyes opening to gaze curiously at the pair sitting beside him. He still felt too relaxed to move, and for once didn't fight it. "Why did you do this... why?"
Two pairs of eyes, violet and deep blue, regarded him with expressions he could not quite fathom even now.
"To try and salvage you, Wufei..." Duo answered. His lips curved a bit more. "And because I am an evil, nasty, lecherous son of a bitch..." he paused and his fingers stroked Heero's thigh, then drifted over to ghost along Wufei's. "...who can't stand to see anything beautiful broken or thrown away."
The words appeared to make sense, but Wufei could not get the sense from them. "Salvage," he muttered softly. Chang pride stirred. "I don't need..."
"Shut up, Wufei," Heero rumbled softly, crawling forward to lean over the prone pilot. "You do need. If nothing else, you'll get a good fuck out of it before you run again. And what's so great about running... fighting... alone?"
Wufei blinked at the words coming from the normally reticent Heero Yuy. Heero was... almost the embodiment of the ideal soldier, fighting for pure motives, unhindered by self-concern...
"It's bullshit, Wufei," Heero added. "It's over. We fought for peace, and we have it."
"But it's imperfect peace," Wufei snapped, feeling tension leak back into his muscles. "The strong still victimize the weak..."
"Yeah, that's what the laws are for, and the police, and the Preventers," Duo pointed out, watching the two with a slight smile.
"They are corrupt! They fail..." Wufei snapped, fists clenching. Yet he lay on his back, looking up at the naked and beautiful Japanese pilot leaning over him.
"Yes they do," Duo said, nodding. "They fail... but sometimes they learn. Even we had to fail, to learn."
Wufei scowled, his eyes darting from Heero above him to Duo beside. "What are you saying? Stop the riddles."
"I'm saying that sometimes you have to let them fail, so they can learn, and if they fail too much... well, we can't do anything about it if we're all breaking red rocks to get oxygen out of the surface of Mars," Duo answered. "So we have to play it cool."
"I don't play, Maxwell," Wufei growled automatically. His eyes widened when Heero smiled.
"Maybe you should," the Japanese boy said in a low voice. "You might be good at it."
"No!" Wufei hissed, but there was something unsettled in his voice, and his eyes.
"Wrong answer," Duo said, shaking his head. "Hee-kun doesn't take 'no' very easily."
Wufei braced his hand on the floor, as if preparing to rise, just as Heero moved down to cover his mouth. He seized Wufei's hands and pulled them over his head, holding the wrists together, as his tongue invaded the Chinese boy's mouth. There was a flexing of muscles, like an aborted struggle, resulting in little more than a squirm as Wufei surrendered his mouth to Heero's invading tongue. The struggle was underway but it was all inside the Chinese pilot, not really between he and the boy above him. Heero exploited Wufei's unbalance to take pleasure from his once-partner, once-opponent.
Heero's head lifted and he smiled, absorbing Wufei's confused, and aroused expression. "You taste like you fight - all fire and fast reflexes," he murmured.
Wufei gaped, forgetting to even try and pull his wrists from the other boy's hold. He tried to summon anger, or pride, but his body was already summoning other emotions, other responses.
"You said to teach you, Wufei," Duo reminded softly. "You going back on that?"
It gave Wufei something to fasten on to. "No! No... I don't go back..." He scowled, his dark eyes darting from one of the to the other. "Get... get on with it then..."
Heero smiled. "We are," he answered. He leaned down and began licking his way down the Chinese boy's body.
The growl that came from Wufei was part exasperation, part protest, and part need. Duo grinned and leaned over, placing his hands on the Chinese boy's wrists to free Heero's hands for other activities. He leaned down and kissed Wufei, feeling the struggle, but also the response, all mixed and jumbled up in just the right proportion to keep Wufei off balance. It was very hard to get a man like Wufei off the rock-solid foundations of his convictions, and Duo planned to keep him from regaining that balance for as long as possible.
The kissed suddenly became urgently hotter, and Wufei's body jerked, as Heero began licking the rapidly stiffening flesh of his cock.
It was like drowning, the thought tumbled among others less coherent, as Wufei began to slowly writhe on the mat. His limbs lacked focused strength, too pre-empted with rising tension. Duo's strong, wet and agile tongue plundered his mouth, and he found himself sucking it deeply, not fighting the almost token grip on his wrists, simply twisting under it helplessly.
Something hot, wet and demanding seemed to devour his cock, swallowing, sucking, licking and teasing, as the mouth of the Perfect Soldier drove him further into sheer instinctive, animal response. Shinigami took his moans before they could leave his throat. Heero's hands kneaded his thighs and stomach like a cat. Other hands, Duo's, spidered across his skin, circling his nipples, teasing, then pinching lightly. Wufei could not stop his back from arching into the touch, nor keep his hips from tensing and relaxing, thrusting into Heero's mouth with tight, almost aborted jerks. His sense of self dissolved with each wave of pleasure, each stimulation. His body wanted more, while that last thread of his mind begged for the assault to stop, but he didn't really want it to stop... if it stopped, he'd beg...
He was oblivious to looks exchanged between aroused lovers. Unconscious of the passing of a small tube from one to the other. The delicious burn of energy had begun deep in his balls, and each tongue-thrust, lick, stroke or pinch drove it tighter. His mouth gasped for air, suddenly bereft of that sating tongue. He cried out mindlessly as the two others shifted, and an ink-marked body settled between his legs. Someone's fingers... it was Heero's, his mind identified without interfering... pushed inside his lips and he found himself sucking on them as his hips flexed. The warm wet suction around his cock pulled slowly away, leaving air to cool hot flesh, and he cried out again, so close... on the edge...
Then something slippery pressed down between his legs. Wufei bucked instinctively, but he was held, and his balls were screaming to release. The pressure increased and then something *split* him, forcing it's way with a tight, smooth slide, as a hand settled with a firm grip on his straining cock. He squirmed, writhed, but the invasion continued, and suddenly a friction inside sent electric sensation shooting through his body. No! He screamed, or would have, had not a mouth he later remembered as Heero's claimed his, muffling his protesting cry. The intrusion retreated, then returned, and the burst of sensation returned with it, and suddenly he wanted it again, more... harder! NOW! The burn inside his body flared and he bucked, feeling Duo's hands grip his thighs, as the invasion seemed to obey his sudden need. A low laugh barely registered on his senses but Wufei knew exactly who was fucking him, harder now, faster, each impact causing an explosion of pleasure so intense it drove him to the edge and over.
Heero's mouth couldn't muffle the yell, nor could their hands completely hold the body that arched, straining, milky liquid spurting into the air as the Chinese pilot came. The force of it set off Duo's release and he buried it savagely in Wufei's body, laughing insanely. Heero's dark eyes were wide with appreciation and heat as he brought himself off at the same moment. The intensity was everything he'd hoped for. Beautiful... incredible... nasty beyond description.
This waking was somehow different from any other. It would have been hard to say exactly why, no one single thing made it so. The soreness that greeted his somewhat foggy inventory wasn't totally unique - it had been a while, yes, and not often enough to be familiar, but not unusual enough to be without precedent. His wrists and ankles felt light... the metal bands were gone. The surface under wasn't a matted floor, but a thick mattress with soft coverings.
The scent of sandalwood incense teased his nose again, somehow providing an odd and soothing sort of continuity.
There was something else missing, besides the weight of metal on his ankles and wrists, but Wufei couldn't place it at first. Putting the question aside for the moment, he stretched, feeling bruises and strained muscles protest, but none too keenly. His stomach growled in complete disregard for the suitability of time or place.
Fingers danced lightly down his bare skin, taking advantage of the stretch. Looking up, he saw violet eyes twinkling down at him, and a mouth apt to curve in laughter, moistened by a tongue-tip. Sitting up slowly, he gazed back, taking in the American's expression: wickedness mingled with affection, further back a carefully suspended question and even fainter, a hint of desperate determination. What could it mean?
The surface under him shifted with weight and a pair of arms dropped loosely over his shoulders, hands dangling on his chest. He accepted the brief shiver his body chose as a response.
Heero behind him, Duo in front. Swallowing, he suddenly identified the other missing element.
He'd stopped fighting.
It felt... incredibly good.
"Hungry, Fei-kun?" Duo asked, his mouth curving in a smile that implied he damn well ought to be. "There's tea, and rice, and something Hee-chan made. He's a surprisingly good cook," he added, throwing a teasing glance over Wufei's shoulder.
"Hn," said the Japanese boy, without moving from his relaxed position behind Wufei.
"Yes," the Chinese boy answered, his voice only a little hoarse from before. "I am, hungry."
Duo nodded, then leaned forward, one hand drifting up to touch his cheek briefly. His eyes searched Wufei's face. "Going to stay with us?" he asked, and suddenly Wufei realized he could hear the carefully suspended tension in the question. Heero's arms stayed relaxed, but there was an almost indiscernible vibration there too.
Raising one eyebrow, Wufei answered calmly. "Am I correct in thinking you are not finished teaching me?"
Heero's lips touched the back of Wufei's neck as the vibration stilled.
Duo smiled. "Not finished learning from you either, Fei-kun."
"Then I stay."
The expression on the braided boy's face was nourishment for another kind of hunger. Wufei could feel Heero's lips curve against his skin. He could recognize a hundred questions waiting for answers, and suspected most of those answers would each bring a hundred more. It was a task worthy of a scholar and a warrior, seeking all those answers. It was a gift only someone who understood him could have given. And somehow, it seemed his acceptance gave something of worth to these two, once partners, once hunters, once captors... realizing it would take a long time for this game to play out, Wufei smiled.
~owari~
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