This is a really violence, really really angst, foulmouthed, bad
language kind of fiction that involves almost everything. Came up as an
idea when JejeFish, a nutcase as she is (*ducks*), squeals up in the
middle of work, when the fiction ... Black Sheets (?)... came up. One
other colleague (fellow GW fan, but too straight to be true) challenged
on: "how if you torture your favourite character, and kill him/her
mercilessly". So here it is, the effort of four bored, twisted
illustrators. And because my favourite character is Zechs, so, you've
been warned. SO... this is Alternate Universe, that is.


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Days had not been nice for Zechs Marquise, ever since his row with the 
head of the Specials. His usual manners had gone slack, his discipline 
disappeared, his keeness vanished in midair. Everyone in the Specials 
wondered on what had befell the Ace Pilot, but no one could have ever 
guessed. The secret was between him and his superior alone, and maybe 
with the new lover of his superior, but none other. 

Not that he didn't like that young pilot who had now replaced him in 
his superior's heart, in fact, he admired the Chinese man's honour and 
pride, something that was very rare. He admired the courage, the 
strength, and the youth of that man, and if he's attracted, what went 
with his superior. But still, jealousy and broken hearts are not easily

mended.

He had sook comfort with his close friend, a very agreeable young lady,

Lucrezia Noin, who seemed to be able to replace some of the broken 
pieces in his heart. Some, but not all. He wished he could just 
disappear, but that was a selfish move. But he wondered why can't a man

be selfish for one day of his entire life.

But one day, the whole world started crumbling down before him, he 
would leave the earth, he would disappear, carrying such pain.

***
off the record: Please stop here, and don't continue reading if you're 
underage, or can't handle violence, even as subtle as it might be.
***

He was walking down the dimly illuminated hallway of the soldier's 
quarter, a place where he shared his living with 400 other soldiers, 
some his subordinates, some his equal, some he didn't even know at all.

His mood was at an all time low that day, not of a big thing, but that 
had actually tore out his heart again, after so long time of mending. 
He was supposed to meet his commander, Treize, his ex-lover, for an 
important mission-briefing that morning, but was thrown out from the 
office, with some harsh commands of not approaching for the whole day. 
The reason fairly obvious, for he could catch the oriental scent of the

Chinese pilot.

That day, he was forced to run the mission by himself, trying as hard 
to control four full Gundam fleet by his own. His other colleagues were

not able to help him out in the mission for they were in charge of the 
mothership. That day was a very tiresome day, and Zechs could 
appreciate nothing else but to stumble into sleep. He couldn't even 
keep his eyelids open. Until he knocked someone over.

The someone was completely annoyed of him swaying and moving around, 
like a drunk man, and Zechs soon understood as of why. The soldier he 
was confronting was one of those under his command in the mission that 
day. That man was under Treize, not his, therefore, arrogant as a 
soldier to an unknown lesser officer, refused to obey his command, even

as Zechs was and still Treize's second, irregardless of his status in 
the general's bed.

That man, Greian Avernshbach, another ace in the OZ Gundam fleet, was 
annoyed with Zechs for blasting off his mecha out of rage. And Greian 
knew that it was time for paying back.

"Uh... lookie, who's here?!" Greian said, mockingly, as he unsheathed 
his rapier. Out of reflex Zechs did the same, but in his little heart 
he wondered whether he could actually win the duel. True enough to his 
expectation, his rapier flew out of his hand in less than ten minutes, 
his breathing ragged, his head heavy.

/What the hell happened to me today?/ He wondered loudly in his mind.
He could feel the cold steel against his burning throat, and warm 
liquid trickling forth from the pressure of Greian's rapier. His eyes 
grew heavier, his sight swam in front of him, the metal mask of his 
grew even heavier. He could hear Greian's manical laugh before he 
blacked out completely.

***
commercial break: really, don't read when you can't handle this... and 
the rate of OOCness is growing really fast!
***

He woke up with heat burning all over his body. He might have a fever. 
>From his unfocused eyes he could see shadows looming around him,

/Why? What's happening?/ He knotted his eyebrow and tried to focus 
better. Then it dawned to him that his mask was no longer on his face. 
The swirly shadows came to view, he saw Greian grinning at him and 
several others, no, lots of others staring down at him. They are all 
clad in military uniform, but not from his units. He furrowed his brows

even deeper. Then it dawned to him that they must have been from 
Treize's fleet.

Greian moved closer to Zechs who followed his move with half focused 
eyes. The other soldiers gave way to the approaching pilot, each 
snickering in their own beastly way. Zechs shuddered, he didn't know 
what outcome he might have, but he had a very bad feeling in his guts.

Then he could feel Greian's fingertips on either side of his cheeks, 
the whole of the pilot's body looming over him, the buzzing neon lamp 
flickered restlessly on the ceiling, casting wierd sickly shadows 
against Greian. 

Then Zechs could feel the fingers ran further down to his neck, and 
moved to either side of his shoulders, the calloused hands felt hard 
against his skin. Then he realised that he was lying naked. Skin 
against skin, and Zechs frowned as he followed the sensation. He could 
not move his head for one odd reason, but his nerve tips followed the 
light touches. 

>From his shoulders they moved to either side of his arms, and he knew 
by then, he was spreadeagled, tied, bound and helpless. He hated this 
situation, he never had liked it. Suddenly his view was blocked 
completely, all he could see was shadows, dark shadows of Greian's 
face, merely an half inch distance from his own face, he could feel the

ragged breath of the other pilot.

He reached to all his sensory points and had made it clear for him that

Greian mimicked his starfished, spreadeagled position. Palms against 
palms, shoulders against shoulders, chin against chin, chest against 
chest, torso against torso, legs against legs, but fabric against skin 
and he could feel Greian's covered manhood grew harder against his.

Then he felt Greian nibbling his earlobes. "Cooperate with us, Captain 
Zechs Marquise, and we will release you." Greian moved, suspending 
himselves up, and raised himself. Zechs followed Greian's moves as 
Greian unbuttoned his uniform, the other pilots following suit. Zechs 
could feel alarm building inside him.

"And why should I, I don't care if I die." he tried to sound level and 
unintimidated. 

"I know you wouldn't care," Greian smiled as he flung his service 
jacket and undershirt, revealing a beautifully muscled body, but Zechs 
couldn't care less. "So we have your sister in tow." Greian pointed to 
the corner of the room, that Zechs now realise as the Store Room, large

enough for ten mechas, but now empty because the mechas were in 
reparation, and perfectly sound proofed. Then he saw Relena. His eyes 
shone in alarm.

"What have you done to her?!" his voice raspy with rage.

Greian just smiled as he signalled his comrades to move away, then he 
mounted Zechs. "Nothing. Not yet. If you'll co-operate we won't do 
anything to her. Who we want is the brother, not the sister."

"We?"

Greian smiled at the confused pilot. 

/Please tell me this is not true/ Zechs chanted in his heart.

But the dreaded answer came and hit him like a million bullets. "Yes, 
*we* means, almost everyone in General Kusherenada's fleet. Last count 
is, lets see, 250? If I am correct..." there's a glint of malice in 
those eyes. Zechs' eyes widen in terror.

/This can't be happening to me!/ His mind screamed.

A finger went up to his chin and tilted it up, straining the already 
tight muscle even more, it hurts.

"Don't you worry, we'll take shifts. Two days... we don't want General 
Kusherenada's lackey not performing his duties well."

Zechs' mind raced as he tried to digest the information. But before he 
could grip even the slightest strand of understanding, he felt he's 
being ripped apart. His eyes widen in shock as Greian's fingers rammed 
inside his dry opening. He screamed in surprise. 

He could see from the corner of his eyes that Relena snapped from her 
reverie and looked to his direction.

/Please, please, look away, please.../

Too late, Relena screamed, "onii-san!! bastards, what are you doing?"

Greian looked with slightest interest at the hysterical girl who was 
being held down by two soldiers. "Now look what you've done, Lightning 
Baron. You've just created a hysteria performance." Greian pulled his 
hands roughly from the tight opening, making Zechs screamed in terror. 
Suddenly a hand slapped his face, the same hand that was covered with 
his blood from the earlier ministration. "Shut up, or we'll have to 
fuck your sister as well!"

Relena quited as the two soldiers beside her said something that Zechs 
couldn't perceive. And he'd better kept his quiet too. Greian saw the 
silent acknowledgement and smirked. "Now lets see how many of us can 
you last."

Zechs quietly thanked himself for not being as fit as he was usually. 
It made him less perceiving to the pain he's getting, his body went 
numb, and his thoughts went random. He could feel so many people taking

turns that he lost count after fifty three. He didn't know where or how

Relena was doing or being treated, but he kept his part of the bargain,

he kept his silence as he could feel his soul ripping apart as each 
thrust or each rough touch invades his body. He clenched his fists hard

enough to make it bleed badly, he bit his lips so hard that it ran 
streams of blood, he closed his eyes so tightly he could see white 
sparks, he clenched his jaws it went numb. His body tightened until it 
sent stupors. He sighed thankfully when he knew he's going to sink into

darkness.

Yes, darkness is good, he thought.

No more pain, only numbness.

No more feeling, only emptiness.

***

He woke up as the comm unit bleeps furiously. His whole body felt like 
crumbling, but yet... he's fully dressed. not a strand went out of the 
way. Everything's clean, not a stain, nothing. Was that a dream?

But he woke up in the same store room, on the same place, with the same

selfinflicted injuries, his hands, his lips, his eyes still held traces

of his effort. But, everything seemed not falling into place. What on 
earth happened?

But when he shifted, pain shot like a lightning bolt from his crotch to

every sensory nerve in his body. He steadied himself and tried not to 
shriek in pain as he reached for his comm unit. "Zechs Marquise" He 
said, trying to be as level a voice he could get.

"Hello.." a seductive voice came. /Greian!/

"Ah, you're awake." the voice became more malicious. "And wondering 
whether everything's just a dream?"

/How did he know?/

"Anyway, just to say, you still have an appointment with us tomorrow 
and your sister is still here with us. Be at Hangar 8 at midday. Sharp.

Don't do anything funny or your sister's gonna pay." then the comm 
clicked off, even before he could say anything. 

He closed his eyes and felt tears running unbidding. /Why must this 
happen to me? Gods, is this the way you punish me from my crime? Not 
even a chance to die?/

He lifted his body carefully, shutting down his sensory nerves and try 
to kill of the pain, before the comm unit bleeped again and jerked him 
off in suprise. Pain shot through again.

"Z..Zechs Marquise." he said into the comm, gritting his teeth.

"Milliard, come." two words, and the comm clicked off.

/Treize. Gods! what else? Please!/

He limped his way to Treize's quarters.

***

He closed the door softly behind him and eyed for Treize. He walked 
slowly as he learnt how to balance himself and keep the injuries he had

bothering him. He found the general standing on the balcony, the wind 
teasing softly those ginger-coloured tresses.

"Treize?"

The young general turned back, and Zechs could see unshed tears in 
those deep blue orbs. "Stay with me? I've arranged for your day off 
tomorrow. I want to make it up to you."

Zechs stood there glued to where he stood. Treize unaware of the war 
inside Zechs' mind approached his captain and led the long haired man 
to bed. The pilot himself said nothing, did nothing, just obeying.

That is the only thing he could do.

That is his weakness. Obeying. And obeying.

/Gods, what will they do to Relena if I didn't show up?/

/What will they do to me?/

He could feel Treize snuggling up to him, and curled himself up, 
flinging one careless arm around his waist.

/But then, one day more with Treize, if I could. I would trade myself 
to the devil for this one moment.../

/Gods in heaven, why don't you just let me die?/

/Why don't you?!/

And he did what he never did ever since the fall of Sank.

He cried. Trying desperately to lull himself to sleep.

His body spent, his energy gone. /Why can't I just die?/

>>>>
tbc..

I know! I know! I am nasty. But no one is getting bastardised here. so 
don't worry. In fact I quite like how the friendship between Wufei and 
Zechs came to develop. and of course, as the challenge dictated me to 
do, I have to kill him... sigh.

NoIsE nOiSe!!!! flames, comments, critiques, ideas for the title? 
anything. noise!! I've just joined and I am indoctrinised to make noise

already! so help me.


Vries Ilya de la Croix/JejeFish