16-Jan-2001
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or any series seen here. I'm poor. Really. These fics are for entertainment only. They have NCS, yaoi lemon, hentai lemon, dark stuff and things that may offend. IF you can't deal, don't read. AND do not blame me for your problems. Get a life.
Quatre watched in horror as his friends were covered with thick, pulsating lines of darkness. Part of him wanted to beg Zechs to stop, but seeing the pools of shadows that once had been the man's eyes, convinced the little blond it would be a waste of time. Looking around the cell provided no possible means to stop the atrocity. Unable to do anything to help, the Arab closed his eyes; he would not watch his friends' violation.
"Quatre!" His named screamed in pain, forced him to face the grim scene again. Duo's violet eyes focused on the hanging blond as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"If you refuse to watch, my pretty little Gundam pilot," Zechs purred. "I refuse to give them any pleasure."
Muffled yells of torment echoed in the dim cell. Horrified, the youngest pilot found Heero's legs covered with blood as he fought like a mad man. Trowa's eyes were tightly clenched as a single bead of liquid slid down his face. Wufei, who'd never experienced pain like this in his life, was unabashedly shrieking around the invader attempting to silence him. Yet, Duo was the worse of all.
As Quatre focused on the longhaired young man, he could see slithering darkness moving behind violet. Of all those being tortured, only Duo seemed to be enjoying it. As strips of black lashed his exposed back, the young captive arched to meet them. The tears weren't of pain, but intense pleasure.
"Duo," he sobbed, mourning his broken friend.
"Don't worry about him, my beauty." The deep voice of their tormentor caressed the ears of those imprisoned. "You will all soon crave my touch; enjoy it in whatever form it comes. All of you will kneel before me and worship."
Slowly the sounds again turned to those of pleasure and even Heero eventually stopped fighting. Tears clouded Quatre's vision, but he kept a steady watch over his comrades. Nothing in their training covered an event like this. What were they going to do?
An unexpected movement drew his misted eyes toward the portion of the cell holding Wufei. The Chinese pilot was slowly being lowered to the floor. For a moment, the small rebel allowed himself to hope this meant the dark-eyed man's suffering was over. Instead, the young man was carefully positioned on his hands and knees. Unable to pull his gaze away, Quatre watched as Wufei rocked back and forth on the now still invader, taking pleasure with mindless grace.
One by one the other pilots were also lowered as their minds shut down and instincts took over. Trowa was placed on his back, legs held wide by the shadow things. The tall man's arms were pinned above his head as he willingly allowed his body to be plundered. Zechs it seemed had something more sinister in mind for Heero, however.
The Japanese pilot was carefully placed straddling a lying down, free Duo. Heero's arms were bound firmly to his back. The American licked carmine lips as the helpless fighter's erection bobbed before him. Cobalt eyes begged his partner not to do this, but Quatre saw black overwhelm violet as the chestnut haired rebel swallowed Heero whole. For more than a few minutes the pilot of Wing tired to deny the pleasure given to him; every muscle in the slender form bulged with tension from the fight. At last, however, the struggle was lost. The shadow released Heero's arms and he slumped over his new lover, hands planted firmly over Duo's head. With two tears running along his chin, eyes tightly shut, the once proud young man started to thrust furiously into the warm heat provided.
"Allah," Quatre sobbed. If Heero could be beaten, none them stood a chance and it seemed as if Duo was infected with whatever made Zechs like this.
"That's it my pretty," Zechs purred. "Give in to the despair."
A smooth caress along the inside of his thigh awoke the Arab to the loss of whatever had been protecting him. The platinum blond left the two at his feet to run a long fingered hand over his new plaything's cheek. Quatre flinched from the touch, but could do nothing to stop it. Already he felt things moving along his leg.
"Just let it take you, Little One," the thing before he smiled.
Knowing he had nothing to lose, Quatre stretched out his Space Heart. What it encountered almost caused him to pass out! The monster before him was both Zechs Marquise and not Zechs Marquise. The true Zechs was a tiny light deep within a roiling, slimy darkness. Something inhabited the OZ officer's body and it had infected Duo. Soon his dear friend would be a prisoner in his own mind, infecting those he loved with the sickness taking him over. A rough slap rocked the small man back to reality.
"How dare you?" Zechs roared. "For that I will hear your screams!"
"Allah help us," Quatre prayed even as a tentacle pushed at his tender entrance. He'd always believed it would be Trowa or Heero who took his virginity. "Allah, help your servant in his hour of need!"
"Your God isn't here, beautiful Quatre," Zechs laughed, "and he doesn't give a shit about you anyway. You are all mine. Your pain. Your pleasure. And in the end, your very soul."
Dark laughter mocked the young Arab's desperate prayers. Feeling the thing behind him tense for a sudden agonizing invasion, Quatre send one final plea to his deity and then made ready to try and deny Zechs the screams he so wanted to hear.
End Part 3
Poor Quatre! Who will save him? Who will save them all? Is it too late for Duo? Find out next time.
Phoenix
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