05-Sep-2000
The thing that was once Zechs Marquise calmly looked over the information Oz had on each of the pilots. At first, he had only planned to take Heero Yuy and use him to break Duo's spirit. Although he could force the violet-eyed pilot to enjoy what he did, he preferred the young man come to him. Having Heero watch as the darkness took his lover, made him cry out in pleasure, and even beg would do such delightfully painful things to the Japanese pilot's soul.
However, in the course of learning all he could about his chosen prey, he discovered the other pilots. They were all so lovely. So very strong. So very, very pure hearted. The idea of corrupting them as he was corrupting Duo sent shivers along his spine. His hand strayed to the sudden tightness in his pants as thoughts of what he would do filled his mind. Staring into the dark night, Zechs began making his plans.
A shrill siren cut off his dark musings as it signaled an attack. The blond man threw his head back and laughed. This was so perfect. Just as he decided to go and take the pilots, they come to him. Destiny was on his side tonight. Concentrating, the man could feel the Gundams moving through his base carefully searching for their fallen comrade. Blue eyes turned to pools of shadow as lines of strain showed on his face.
Outside, the Gundams fought off mechs and personal, each trying to locate the building they knew held Duo. Not much was said, but everyone noticed when Quatre's transmission stop. There was no warning, no plea for assistance. It simply stopped in mid-sentence. Trowa announced he was going to head for Quatre's last known position. The last Wufei and Heero heard from him was a startled cuss word, then nothing. Wufei yelled to something to Heero and then disappeared as well. Growling deep in his throat, Heero Yuy waited for whatever had killed his friends.
The Wing pilot sat calmly, watching all his screens. Nothing appeared on any of them. No mechs. No more personnel. The quiet grated on his nerves. Something should be happening. Movement caught his eye and he had to look twice to confirm what he was seeing. Wing was sinking. All around him the buildings were rising.
Cursing, the pilot turned his cameras to his Gundam's feet. Cobalt eyes widened as they took in a small lake of twitching, liquid dark slowly pulling him under. He burned his thrusts at their max and still he sank. Desperation was beginning to claw at the edges of his consciousness when a voice blared from his speakers.
"Welcome to my home, Heero Yuy," the voice of Zechs cheerfully said. "The other pilots are already my guests and Duo is so looking forward to seeing you again. Why don't you stop fighting and let me take you to them?"
Knowing he had no real choice, Heero cut his engines and waited. It was a brief wait. The cockpit filled with shadows. They wrapped him, crushed him, and finally, drew him into the depths of unconsciousness. The laughter of his chief rival followed him into the land of dreams.
Two hours later found the pilots hanging in the shadows of a large, dark cell. Wufei, Trowa, and Heero could not see what was holding them up; their arms were buried in the shadows of the room. Only Quatre seemed to be in a light part of the room. The metal encircling his wrists was clearly visible.
The door to the prison opened and Zechs entered shoving Duo before him. The longhaired pilot had change a great deal in the week he'd been a guest of OZ. His hair was out of its braid and hung loose down his back; instead of his normal priest outfit, he wore simple white shirt and blue jeans. Dark circles hung below his eyes and none of the usual defiance was evident in his moves.
The captive pilot took one look at his friends and turned terrified violet orbs on Zechs.
"Not them," he gasped. "You can't."
"You will find my darling Duo, there is little I cannot do," the tall blond stated and ran a hand carefully over Duo's cheek. He ignored the way the smaller man shrank from his touch. "Perhaps if you gave me a reason to leave them alone."
Duo looked over his shoulder. All the pilots' faces held defiance; none of them would be broken no matter what OZ did. A broken sob caught in the throat of Deathscythe's pilot. They couldn't know what Zechs would do to them. Couldn't guess at the horror the man was capable of. Duo would do anything to spare them that. Turning back to his captor, the longhaired man began to strip.
The others' reactions were predictable. Wufei cursed and demanded to know what Zechs, the "dishonorable cur," had done to his comrade. Quatre begged with Zechs to not do this. Trowa closed his eyes. Heero clenched his jaw so tight a normal person would have cracked at least one tooth.
The American ignored the noise and actions around him. What mattered was sparing his loved ones Zechs' attentions. If that meant they would end up hating him or being disgusted with him, well he'd live with that. Finally, naked, Duo knelt before the taller man and undid his pants.
The man's erection sprang free easily. Glancing up, amethyst eyes met onyx. A shudder ran through Duo's body and for a second it seemed to be more of anticipation than fear. Not want to analyze what that might mean, he distracted himself by taking the throbbing flesh into his mouth. A light touch along his inner thigh and the terrified gasps of Quatre and Wufei warned Duo of what was coming. In an effort to make it easier on himself, he spread his legs wider.
The pilots watched in shock and sick horror as a thick rope of pure, shining darkness slid out of the shadows and started to caress their friend's thighs and buttocks. Zechs faced them and where blue orbs once greeted them, nothing but silken emptiness remained. A groan brought everyone's attention back to the naked man. The first rope had entered Duo and was slowly moving within him, as others appeared to caress the rest of his body.
As one tentacle slowly bound the American's hands behind his back, Wufei, Trowa, and Heero could feel something moving along their arms. Startled gazes shot upward and saw the shadows oozing down their bound limbs. Each young man soon felt something caressing their nipples, manhoods, and gently probing at their entrances. Before they could protest or get their minds to react, a sliver of living impossibility thrust down their throats, silencing protests.
Quatre stared as his friends struggled against their violation. He didn't know why he was spared and feared it meant far worse was in store for him.
"Don't worry little one," Zechs said. "Your soul is too pure for me to touch you right now." As he spoke, tentacles of darkness rose from the ground and danced before the frightened blond. When one got to close it began to smoke and fade. "See? But how long can you hold on to that light? How long can you watch your allies suffer before despair grips you? How long before you kneel before me, golden one? How long can you last?"
The only sounds to leave the cell for a long time were quiet sobs, desperate moans, and cold, cruel laughter.
End Part 2
Can we say evil? I knew you could. Well, now that he has the pilots, what will he do with them? Can Quatre save them or will he end up being claimed as well? The next tour may tell.
Phoenix
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