10 Apr 2005
And the conclusion!
Title: Absolute Power 2
Author: Jade
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 13x1
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
Predictably, after nearly a week of working on the Gundam pilot, the interrogation teams had got nothing from Heero that they didn't already know. Treize read their reports every evening, not surprised at the lack of information. The boy was resistant to pain, extortion and every type of truth serum OZ possessed. Dr. J had done his work well.
Treize shook his head and decided it was time to go see the boy himself.
He dressed simply, in his casual uniform without a jacket. The temperature in the cells was kept at an even 20C at all times. He wouldn't be cold.
He told the guards that he'd be interrogating the prisoner himself, and declined an additional guard. The head of security protested until Treize told him to adjust the chains so that Heero was suspended from the ceiling, just his feet touching the floor, his arms in the air.
The man nodded and made the adjustments, then let Treize into the cell.
Heero stared up at him from underneath his mop of hair, looking a bit paler than when he'd been brought in but otherwise no worse for wear. Amazing. The look in his eyes was cold and calculating and completely devoid of fear. Treize had never seen a prisoner look like that, unless they were already insane.
He stopped in front of the boy, well out of reach, and regarded him.
Heero regarded right back, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he was chained to the ceiling.
Treize let his eyes roam over the boy's form, lean muscles bunching from the position he held. He'd left strict orders that the boy not be touched sexually. Now he decided he was going to break those orders. They were his to break, after all. A smile spread across Treize's face, a look better suited to a predator whose prey is cornered.
Heero clearly saw the look and shifted in his chains. The boy could sense that things were about to change.
Treize stepped closer, still wary of the boy's strength. "You're quite stubborn, apparently," he said conversationally. "I can't say I'm completely surprised."
Treize had just a bare flicker of warning as Heero started to move. The boy lunged at him, to the limit of his chains, a maniacal grin on his face, and Treize stepped back despite himself. He'd known, absolutely known, that he was out of reach of the boy, but he'd flinched despite himself. That angered him more than anything.
Heero's slightly crazed laughter filled the room, and Treize drew back his hand before he'd even thought of it, backhanding the boy across the face. The violence felt good, sending adrenaline coursing through his veins, sending blood into his cock.
The boy gave a soft gasp, and for a moment his head hung down from the chains, then he lifted it to look back at Treize. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth and he licked at it as he fixed cold blue eyes on Treize. Then he smiled again, beatifically, and whispered, "Give me more. You want to."
Damn right Treize wanted to. "I'll do whatever I want to you, boy," he said, barely holding back from doing it again. Fuck if Heero didn't look even better right now.
A strange look crossed Heero's face before his expression flattened again. He just licked his lips again and said, "I still won't tell you anything."
Treize's eyes flicked down Heero's body automatically, then back to his face. He started to reply, then stopped. It had looked like... he looked back down. There was a bulge in Heero's spandex shorts that hadn't been there before. He raised an eyebrow and hit Heero again, deliberately, watching closely.
Another small gasp, followed by an almost undetectable moan, and the bulge definitely got bigger.
Well, this was interesting. Heero *liked* pain. No wonder they hadn't got far with the interrogation. Heero was probably getting off on it. Treize was fully aroused now, both from the realization and from hitting Heero. "You're full of surprises," he observed neutrally.
Heero looked at the floor, obviously aware that he'd been found out. But the bulge didn't lessen.
Treize boldly stepped close again, and took Heero's chin in his hand, tipping the boy's face up toward his, forcing him to look at him. Almost daring him to try to attack again.
Finally, Heero's eyes met Treize's, grudgingly, and the boy's eyes looked slightly glazed. Treize tightened his grip on Heero's jaw until he knew it would be painful, watching the boy's expression. Heero's eyes rolled back slightly before he got control of himself. Treize clearly heard a small whimper, though. He smiled and released him, stepping back again.
He stared at Heero, his pulse quickening as he planned. He knew he still wasn't going to get any information out of the boy. But he could get something else out of him. Or into him, as it were.
Treize was a sadist. A dominant. He liked to control, inflict pain. But the best thing of all was not making someone submit. It was a willing submissive. One that came to him and asked to be dominated. And enjoyed it. Not that Heero had come to him and asked for this. But he clearly liked it. And Treize was not so ethical that he wouldn't take an opportunity when it presented itself.
He reached out and slid a hand into Heero's messy hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling it sharply. This time the moan was louder, and unmistakable. He leaned forward and whispered in Heero's ear, "How much can you take, boy?"
No answer came from Heero, but he could hear the boy's breathing quicken. He laughed and bit at Heero's ear, then pulled back. The boy's face was flushed, his eyes dark with need. Treize wasn't going to ask if Heero wanted this. He wouldn't agree, but his body spoke for him. Making Heero feel pleasure given by his enemy would be the biggest game of all.
Treize quickly backhanded Heero, the boy's head snapping around again. This time Heero looked up immediately, almost eagerly. "If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'm going to keep this up," he promised, grinning.
A smirk crossed Heero's face, then he moaned. "You'll have to do better than that," the boy whispered, blue eyes looking up at Treize.
"Oh, I can and I will," promised Treize, and he knew this was going to be good. He walked over to the intercom, and ordered all recording equipment turned off. The guard acknowledged immediately, knowing what was ahead for the boy. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, though Treize himself rarely took part. But this was OZ, and this was war, and many things happened that didn't make it into the official reports. Treize knew he'd still be observed. But, if anything, this would raise his reputation in the eyes of some of the men who perhaps thought their commander didn't like to get his hands dirty often enough.
He walked over to a cabinet that was set into the wall. It opened at his touch, and he surveyed the things inside. Restraints of every imaginable sort, blindfolds, whips, chains, and other gleaming instruments designed with only one purpose; to inflict pain. Treize winced at the inelegance of some of the items, and went instead for a simple flogger with tails made of the softest leather, but tipped with shining metal. His absolute favorite. With his skill it could tickle or lacerate with equal ease. He withdrew one other item, a wickedly sharp blade, but he had no intention of using it on the boy's skin. Just his clothes. He wanted to see that lithe body, and the psychological effect of having your clothes sliced off your body was not an insignificant one.
He sauntered back to Heero, noting the boy was watching his every move intently. As well he should. He held up the flogger to let the boy see it, and saw no fear in his eyes, just anticipation. He set it on the bunk for the moment, then came closer. "Relax," he murmured, and showed Heero the blade. The boy's eyes widened for a moment and he tensed, but Treize quickly sliced the front of the boy's shirt without nicking his skin in the slightest. The pieces fell apart like a vest, exposing the boy's smooth caramel skin, stretched over sleek muscles. Heero gasped, his small brown nipples hardening from the cool air and arousal. Treize smirked, admiring the view and the effect he was having on Heero.
He didn't pause long, though, moving around behind Heero to slice open the back of the shirt similarly. Two more cuts at the shoulders, and the two halves fluttered gracefully to the floor, leaving Heero gloriously naked from the waist up.
"Lovely," Treize mused as he let his eyes travel over Heero's upper body. The skin was smooth and firm and he couldn't wait to mark it. He walked around to the boy's front again, noting that the spandex shorts were stretched quite a lot now. Time to get rid of those.
Again he used the knife expertly, slicing the shorts off of Heero's body so that he was exposed completely. Heero was indeed hard as a rock, and as Treize moved around behind him he saw that the boy's ass was even more delicious than he'd guessed. A grin spread across his face and he walked over to the cabinet, putting the knife away safely. Then he returned to the flogger, picking it up and swishing it through the air experimentally.
Heero watched every movement Treize made, licking his lips and shifting slightly in his bindings. His arousal didn't lessen, and he seemed not to be bothered by his nakedness.
Treize walked behind Heero again, and considered the expanse of smooth flesh. "Get ready," he murmured, giving the boy his only warning.
Treize snapped the flogger, bringing it to bear on Heero's perfect ass. He modulated the intensity carefully, not breaking the skin just yet. But Heero would definitely feel it.
Heero made no sound; the only indication that he'd been struck was a tightening of his impressive muscles. Treize smiled and did it again and again, never landing two blows on the same patch of skin. Heero arched into the blows, taking each one without a sound, and when his skin was nicely welted Treize came around to his front once again.
Heero was breathing hard, his face flushed and his cock wet with his excitement. He was fucking gorgeous, and if Treize hadn't already been fully aroused the look Heero was giving him would have done it.
Treize had to clear his throat before speaking. "You going to talk?" he asked, a token effort because they both knew he wasn't after information any more.
Heero shook his head, mouth hanging open as he panted. "Never," he whispered, and Treize hit him hard across the face again. The older man watched as Heero's cock twitched perceptibly, and he wondered if Heero was the kind of masochist that could come just from pain. He looked to be close.
Treize was very nearly ready to take Heero now, but he wasn't quite through. He snapped the flogger hard across the boy's stomach, deliberately leaving several trails of broken skin. Heero gasped audibly, and Treize watched as small trails of blood trickled down the boy's perfectly flat belly.
Now he was ready.
He put the flogger aside and got one more item out of the cabinet, a small tube. He walked around behind Heero again, unfastening his trousers when he was out of the boy's eyesight. Heero would hear the small noises clearly enough, and know what they meant.
He unzipped only enough to pull out his aching cock, and he quickly slicked it. He hadn't been this aroused for a long time, and plunging into Heero was going to be nothing short of paradise, he was sure of it.
The angle was going to be awkward, but well worth it. He pressed his body against Heero's from behind and let him feel his rock hard cock. After beating Heero, preparing him seemed superfluous, and Treize wanted Heero to be tight. So he gripped his cock, positioning himself as he kicked Heero's legs apart as far as the chains allowed. Without another word of warning, he plunged deep into Heero's body. Heero grunted, but otherwise didn't make a sound.
He paused, shuddering with the effort to keep from climaxing immediately. He grabbed Heero's slim hips and pulled out, then slammed in again, with a force just short of damaging him. Heero gasped now, and almost imperceptibly leaned into Treize.
Treize got control of himself, then began a brutal pace. He pulled out nearly completely, then slammed back in. The angle was a bit awkward, but he lifted Heero's slim body just slightly and it was perfect. Heero gripped his own chains, taking each thrust with a whimper.
This was so hard and fast that Treize was close within minutes. Though Heero was being mostly quiet, he could see from the boy's dripping arousal that he was enjoying this every bit as much as Treize, albeit unwillingly. He moved one hand to the boy's cock and stroked a few times as he pounded into him.
He felt Heero's body tense, tightening around him, before he felt the wet heat spill over his hand. The boy gave a soft gasp as he came, his mouth hanging open. The tight heat drove Treize over the edge as well, and with a moan he emptied himself inside the boy. The pleasure was exquisite, and better than anything he'd felt in a long while. It was only after he'd come down that he realized the boy had said something as he came. One word. He strained to remember it. It had sounded like... "Duo."
Treize pulled out and cleaned himself off, zipping up his trousers before walking around to the front of the boy again.
Heero stood, head hanging down, lovely body covered in welts. Treize looked at him for a long moment, then said, "Goodbye, Heero." He turned and walked out of the room, making his way back to his quarters. Once there, he wrote an order. Heero Yuy was to be released. Immediately.
Treize didn't go to sleep until he'd gotten the confirmation that the order had been carried out. He suspected he'd just made a huge mistake. Perhaps the boy would be the one to finally kill him. Or perhaps it would be one of his comrades. It would be fitting justice.
The End.
(:./jade/absolute2)
