03 Apr 2005
Treize is hot, so is Heero, and so is kink. Yes, it's 13x1, but for 1x2 purists, Heero doesn't have a choice here. It's technically NCS, but more like BDSM, so Heero likes it even though he shouldn't...
Title: Absolute Power
Author: Jade
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 13x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ncs, bdsm
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
Treize was sitting at his oversized, ridiculously expensive cherrywood desk when he got the delightful news: a Gundam pilot had been captured alive. The pilot of Wing Gundam, no less. The one that had fascinated him most of all. He spoke briefly into the phone, ordering the boy be put into the maximum security facility, and kept under a guard of at least ten men at all times. He heard the incredulous silence at the other end before he cut the connection. He knew what this pilot was capable of, and he intended not to lose him this time.
The report came back a little while later that the prisoner had been secured. Treize resisted the urge to run down to check. Instead, he called up the security feeds from that level and scrolled through until he found the right one.
There he was.
With a few keystrokes he magnified the view. The boy -- and Treize knew his age, he wasn't even sixteen yet - looked like no threat at all, his seemingly slender frame not belying the inhuman strength it held. But Treize knew at least part of the truth. He'd seen evidence, bent steel bars that could only have been distorted by this boy's bare hands. Among other evidence.
He magnified the image again, so much so that it started to pixelate. But he could still see the boy's high, exotic cheekbones and messy brown hair falling into his eyes. He didn't know what color those eyes were, but it hardly mattered. In another time and place this boy could be a star, the heartthrob of thousands of teen girls. But this was war, and though the boy had been chosen for his role rather than choosing for himself, he knew this soldier would do anything to complete his mission.
With a start, Treize realized the boy was staring straight at him. At the camera, rather, one that was meant to be hidden. Those eyes bored into him, and Treize stared back, pulse elevated, as if the boy could actually see him. With effort he minimized the window. He'd noted that the boy was secured as he'd ordered, by lengths of gundanium chain that attached through a pulley system in the ceiling. They could be adjusted to virtually any length, but at the moment the boy had enough freedom of movement to allow him to sit on the bunk.
He sat quietly for a moment, then relayed his orders to let the boy alone, feeding him though the secure airlock slot and not to have any contact with the prisoner without his verbal assent. He wasn't taking any chances.
He had dinner alone in his rooms, perusing the staff reports and missives from the outer colonies. The captured Gundam pilot never left his mind, though, and by the end of the evening he knew he was going to see the boy before he slept. It wasn't even a conscious thought. It just was.
His feet led him down to the lowest level of the detention center, though it had been years since he'd ventured this far. He stood in the control room as his head of security briefed him on the prisoner's activity. The boy had moved only to eat his food and relieve himself. The rest of the time he lay on his bunk, unmoving save for the slight rise and fall of his chest. The guards thought the prisoner was depressed, and he was on suicide watch. But Treize knew the truth. The boy was clearly conserving his energy. For escape, when the slightest opportunity arose.
He told the head of security that he was going to go in and talk to the prisoner. The man's disbelief was tempered by the respect he had for his commanding officer, and he didn't question the order.
Treize walked through the airlock mechanism that prevented the prisoner's escape by yet another means. These cells could be evacuated of their air in a matter of seconds, by a button in the control room. This was the most secure facility OZ had to offer. And yet Treize was still apprehensive.
Finally, he stood in the prisoner's presence, no more walls or screens between them. The boy still hadn't moved, looked for all the world as if he was deeply asleep. But Treize suspected quite the opposite.
He let his eyes travel down the boy's form, noting the smooth skin that covered muscles of steel. Muscles that had no place on a teenage boy. But he admired them just the same. The boy wore the same type of clothes he'd last been seen in, a tank top and tight shorts that clung to his every curve. Treize's mind immediately supplied him with a vivid image of what that body would look like stripped of its clothes. He pushed that thought out of his mind, but only after it was followed by the realization that he could order just that. This boy was completely under his control.
When his eyes traveled back up to the pilot's face, he was slightly startled to see clear blue eyes looking back at him. Yes, those eyes were a deep blue, and they were open and alert. Studying him right back. Treize's full lips curved just slightly into a smile as he said, "Hello. I've been looking for you for a very long time. You're a great deal of trouble."
The boy deigned to answer, and Treize wasn't surprised. He wasn't really sure why he was here. Maybe he wanted to see this wonder up close. "Pilot 01," he mused, studying the boy as he sat up smoothly and without a trace of stiffness, even though he'd been motionless for hours. "Protigi of the infamous Dr. J. I have quite a thick file on you." But the file didn't mention how unnaturally pretty the boy really was. It was unnerving. But Treize hadn't got where he was by being easily rattled. "I don't suppose you have a name you'd like to share with me."
He hadn't expected an answer, so when a flat, almost monotone voice uttered, "Heero Yuy," he was surprised.
He chuckled. "Interesting choice of a name. Clever." He mentally awarded Dr. J a few more points for creativity. "But it will do for now. Pilot 01 was so... formal."
He was rewarded with a grunt, and Treize resisted the urge to step closer. No matter how harmless this boy looked, he was anything but. Those intense blue eyes watched him as if the key to his escape was hidden on his person. "Heero Yuy," he began. "I don't suppose I have to tell you that this cell is completely inescapable."
That earned him a brief smirk before the expression was replaced by its formerly blank stare. So, the boy was indeed planning an escape. Of course he was. He was no doubt analyzing everything and coming up with the most likely plan given his circumstances. He would expect no less.
"Well, before you break out of here," Treize said indulgently, "I do hope you know I intend to do my very best to get any possible information out of you." There was no harm in telling the boy that. He would expect it. He would also be trained to resist it.
The boy tossed his hair out of his face and stared back defiantly at Treize. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Treize felt a shiver run down his spine. The boy really had no fear. The shiver continued through other parts of his body, and Treize knew what else he wanted to do to Heero Yuy.
Without another word, Treize turned to leave, waiting for the inner airlock door to open and let him out. He could almost feel the boy's eyes boring into his back as he left. He didn't look back.
Treize got ready for bed, forgoing his usual rose-scented bath for a shower this evening. As he stood under the warm spray, his mind turned to the imprisoned pilot once again. He had teams of specially trained interrogators, and he intended to set them on young Heero tomorrow. He didn't think they'd have any success, though. But he had to try.
His mind wandered further, to more illicit ways he'd like to torture the boy. He closed his eyes, allowing himself the image of a naked, chained Heero, pleading for mercy. It was a lovely thought, and his body started to react predictably. Normally, he'd reduce the temperature of the water until it cooled his ardor, but tonight he felt like indulging himself. So it was he found his hand wandering down his stomach, and he didn't stop it.
He didn't often allow himself such frivolous fantasies; in his position he didn't have time for romantic entanglements. But something about the Gundam pilot broke through his defenses. Those eyes, that body, that defiant look... it made him want to break him. Hear him scream in pain and reluctant pleasure.
By the time his hand reached his cock, it was fully erect just from thoughts of the boy writhing for him. His breath caught as he wrapped his hand around his hard length, not stroking yet, just teasing himself. This was going to be good, he could tell, and he wanted to enjoy it.
What did he want? He wanted to inflict pain on Heero. He was a sadist, though he seldom got to indulge himself in that pleasure. But most of all he wanted to ram his cock into that tight, pretty ass. He moaned softly to himself as he let himself imagine it, and his hand started moving up and down slowly.
He stroked languidly, in no hurry, pausing to run his thumb over the sensitive head every few strokes. He knew just what he like, of course, knew how to build up the sensation to the optimum point.
But now feeling was taking over from intellect, and he sagged back against the tiled wall. He stroked a bit faster, his perfect rhythm faltering just a bit as he gave himself over to the images in his head.
Heero, chained and naked, lithe body glistening with sweat, his smooth skin crisscrossed with welts and bruises he'd put there. The boy's grunts and gasps as he entered him, quickly and brutally. Enough to make him scream, but not enough to damage him.
Treize let his head fall back against the wall as he stroked his way closer to release. He was panting now, abandoning himself in the safety of his own shower to absolute selfish pleasure. The fact that he could do anything he wanted to his prisoner, without reproach, wasn't lost on him. Much worse things happened in OZ prisons, and in his position nothing he did would be questioned.
For just a moment he entertained the thought of doing it for real. Going down to the cell, ordering the recording devices to be turned off, and adjusting the chains so He could do what he wanted. He could do it.
It was that thought that pushed him over the edge at last. The idea that he really could do it. Whatever he wanted.
He gasped, his seed spilling over his fist as he stroked faster yet, his body jerking as he let himself go. It was almost paralyzing, this pleasure, and it went on much longer than usual. Finally it ebbed, and he could breathe normally and think again. He always felt vaguely disgusted with himself after this sort of thing, as if he should be above it.
But he still couldn't stop thinking of Heero.
TBC
(:./jade/absolute1)
