05-Oct-2000
Title: Betrayal and Redemption
Author: Jade
Pairing: 6x1, 1+2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, NCS, violence, angst, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
Heero cursed himself as he and Duo were roughly tossed into the cell. If he hadn't let himself get distracted by trying to protect Duo, he and the Deathscythe pilot wouldn't have gotten separated from the other Gundams. He and Duo had managed to hide the Gundams and had been attempting to flee on foot when the OZ patrol had cornered them. He and Duo had taken out at least half of the soldiers before sheer numbers had overwhelmed them. Heero seethed as he saw Duo punched and kicked by the angry soldiers. Heero knew he was out of control, but he lost it when he saw the men's hands on the longhaired pilot. Heero tried to get control of himself. He couldn't let either Duo or the Oz soldiers know of his feelings. If the enemy knew, it would be one more weakness to exploit; Duo couldn't know, because Heero couldn't take the chance that the other boy didn't return those feelings.
Heero crawled to Duo's side. The braided boy appeared to be unconscious, and Heero checked him quickly for injuries. A bruise on the side of his head appeared to be the cause of Duo's unconsciousness, but for the rest, his injuries seemed to be superficial. Of course, any mark on the violet-eyed boy's body was enough to send Heero into a murderous rage, but since there was no one there at which to direct his anger, Heero put his energy toward making Duo as comfortable as possible. There were two cots in the cell, and Heero placed Duo carefully on one of them. Heero's gaze lingered on Duo's face for a brief moment, and mentally vowed to get Duo out of there without being harmed any more.
That was his last coherent thought before he lost consciousness from his own injuries.
When Heero awoke, he lay as still as possible while he tried to get a sense of the situation. He could tell something in the cell had changed.
Heero realized that he was now on the other bed in the room, not on the floor where he had passed out. And there was someone standing over him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up.
Heero immediately recognized the long-haired figure standing over him, although he had never seen the man's face. The rest of him was distinctive enough that Heero was able to identify him as OZ Lieutenant Zechs Marquise. The silver mask, the powerful body, the flowing platinum blond hair… there was no doubt that this was Khushrenada's right hand man.
A quick glance across the room showed that Duo was still on the other bed where Heero had placed him, except he appeared to be handcuffed to the wall now.
Heero moved his hands, expecting to be similarly confined, but was surprised when he could move about freely. Heero was confused. Why confine the unconscious Duo, but not him?
"Hello," the OZ soldier spoke in a deep, sensual voice. "I trust you're feeling better?"
Heero had no intention of engaging in small talk with the enemy, so he ignored the question, choosing instead to glare at Zechs while surreptitiously checking him for weapons. None were apparent, but that meant nothing. The blond man appeared to be a good foot taller than him, and Heero could easily see the powerful muscles the uniform couldn't hide.
Zechs appeared to be reading Heero's mind. "No, I'm not armed. I'm not stupid enough to walk into the cell of the infamous Gundam pilot 01 with anything that could be used against me. However, there are a dozen heavily armed OZ soldiers right outside this door, and I have control of something else I suspect is even more important to you than your freedom." With this, Zechs looked significantly over at the unconscious Duo Maxwell. "You might be able to get past me and the soldiers outside, but even you couldn't do it while carrying him. And I suspect you wouldn't leave without him."
Heero frowned up at Zechs' smirk. How the hell did Marquise know of his feelings for Duo? Heero barely admitted it to himself.
Zechs continued, "No, you're not that transparent. But I'm not stupid either. I saw what you did to the men who touched him. I can read your desire for him like an open book. But he doesn't know, does he?" Heero tried to keep his emotions from his face, but apparently didn't succeed. Zechs went on. "No, I didn't think so. And I suspect you won't be the one to tell him how you feel, either." Zechs glanced over at the longhaired pilot. "Not that I can blame you. He's beautiful."
Even though Zechs made no move toward Duo, the rage showed clearly on Heero's face as Zechs' eyes swept over his Duo. Heero tensed his muscles, vowing that if Zechs touched Duo, that would be the blond soldier's last act on this earth.
Zechs laughed, knowing what was going through Heero's mind. "Don't worry, I don't plan on molesting your friend. Not that you could do much about it if I did, little soldier." Heero's face twisted in rage at Zechs' words and tone. "I think, for the moment, we will just keep it a threat. Or, if you will, a guarantee of your good behavior. If you harm any more of my soldiers, I might just decide to let them have a bit of fun with your pretty comrade. He's not really my type, anyway. You, on the other hand…" Zechs let his eyes wander deliberately over Heero's taut form, openly admiring the young body. "You and I could come to an understanding." Heero's anger was obvious without words, and Zechs added, "Unless, of course, you would rather tell me about your mission." Heero remained stonily silent. "I didn't think so. I had to try, however. I believe I will let you think about it for a while," Zechs continued.
Heero glared up at the OZ soldier, not dignifying Zechs' statements with an answer. Then Zechs did something completely unexpected; he removed his mask in one quick motion. Heero was stunned. He expected the mask was covering some disfiguration that the man was ashamed of, but it seemed to be the opposite; Zechs Marquise was beautiful, stunningly so. Platinum locks framed a flawless face adorned with the most breathtakingly azure blue eyes Heero had ever seen, perfectly formed features, and a full, sensual mouth. Even more surprising was the fact that the Lightning Count was young; perhaps only a few years older than himself. Heero's body began to react to the sight of the gorgeous man before he guiltily caught himself. Zechs saw the emotions cross Heero's face and smirked.
"I'll be back." Cape flowing behind him and, Zechs put his mask back on and made his exit.
Heero slumped back down on the bed for a moment, then forced himself to get up and check on Duo. Duo seemed to be resting as comfortably as possible, and Heero knew that sleep was the best thing for him, so he left the braided boy alone.
Unfortunately, this also left him alone with his own thoughts, which were none too clear at this point.
Zechs had made his intent clear. Tell him about the mission, or submit to his desires. Or Duo would suffer for it. Heero searched his feelings and realized with a sinking feeling that he would probably give up both his body and the mission before he would let anyone touch Duo. No, not probably; definitely. When had Heero fallen this hard? As long as Zechs' word was good, Heero had some control over the situation. He would have to hope for rescue from the other pilots, or for OZ to make a mistake and give him an opening, a chance to escape. With Duo. Until then, Heero was afraid he had no other choice. It wouldn't be the first time that his body had been taken against his will; in fact, it wouldn't be the first time he had made a conscious decision to use his appearance for personal gain. He would survive whatever Zechs wanted to do with him. And as long as Duo never knew about it, and he was safe, it would all be worth it.
Besides, it wasn't as if sex with Zechs would be all that bad; the man was gorgeous. Heero again felt his body react to the thought of Zechs on top of him, long hair flowing… Suddenly, Heero felt guilty about his traitorous body's reactions. He's known for a long time that he had a penchant for pretty boys with long hair; but he loved Duo. Still, he couldn't quell his body's arousal at the memory of the glimpse of Zechs that he had had.
Heero tried to strengthen his resolve; he would do whatever was necessary. Hopefully Zechs would become distracted, and they could escape. Heero was just going to buy them some time. It didn't mean he loved Duo any less; he was protecting Duo from a worse fate.
All too soon, Zechs returned, stalking into the room quickly and sealing the door behind him. He walked over to the bed where Heero lay. Heero looked up at him and tried to remain impassive. Zechs regarded him silently for a moment, as if coming to a decision.
"Well? Have you decided?" Zechs asked Heero.
Heero looked at the wall. "If you or anyone else touches him, I will kill you all. I won't tell you about the mission."
Zechs smirked. "As I thought. That leaves us with one alternative, then, doesn't it?"
Heero now looked Zechs in the eye, or rather the mask. "If that is what turns you on, fucking prisoners against their will, I guess I can't stop you."
Zechs removed his mask again, and shook his head so masses of shining platinum surrounded him. Heero's body reacted involuntarily. Zechs looked down and noticed; spandex hides little.
"Oh, but that's not what turns me on, fierce pilot," Zechs murmured. "You turn me on. The fact that I am going to make you enjoy this every bit as much as I will, that turns me on. The fact that you will beg for me to fuck you; that really turns me on."
Heero growled. "You are very sure of yourself."
Zechs smiled, and started to unbutton his coat. "Oh, yes, I am, and for very good reason, let me assure you."
Heero's eyes widened. "Here? But D… he will wake up!"
"That will just add to the fun," whispered the blond. "He's tied up, he can't go anywhere."
Heero hung his head. This was going to be worse than he thought. And worst of all, his body was betraying him. Heero was becoming more and more aroused as Zechs stripped.
The blond man casually shrugged off his uniform jacket, letting it drop to the floor. The shirt underneath was immaculately white. Zechs unbuttoned the shirt, pulling it out of his skintight black pants and letting it fall loose. The shirt perfectly framed his flawless, muscled chest and taut abdomen.
Heero groaned inwardly. Even though he knew Zechs was doing this for effect, he still couldn't take his eyes off the slow strip, or keep his erection from becoming rock hard as more of Zechs' body was revealed.
Heero forced himself to look over at Duo to make sure he was still unconscious. When he looked back, Zechs' boots were gone and the blond's hands were toying with the waistband of his pants. Heero cursed his traitorous body even as his arousal twitched, as Zechs unzipped his pants.
Zechs stopped, leaving the pants unzipped, and Heero snarled with disappointment. Then Zechs stepped closer to him and said, "Your turn."
End Part 1
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