07-Apr-2000, revised 11-Jul-2000
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is lemon, NCS, let me repeat....NCS!!! Beware!, violent and for entertainment only. If you can't deal, don't read! Beware: This is dark!!!!!!
This is the new version and has about 2 ? ½ more pages. Let me know what you think
Heero surveyed his handiwork. Duo's wrists were wrapped in fabric and tied to the headboard of the bed, his hair was unbound and lay spread out, his ankles were also wrapped in fabric and tied to the baseboard; just far enough apart to give Heero access, but not enough to hurt Duo. Heero had already stripped Duo and now drank in the sight of the naked pilot. He was so beautiful; the fear in his violet eyes did nothing to diminish that beauty. There was no need to gag the captive pilot; the safehouse was miles from anyone. Duo was all his.
"Please don't do this, Heero," Duo whispered as if afraid of upsetting Heero anymore than he already was.
Heero ignored the request and stripped. Small whimpering sounds came from Duo's direction and the Wing pilot felt a twinge of something he couldn't identify. He didn't want to hurt Duo, but he had his orders. The American pilot was the best friend he'd ever had, but J gave an order. Orders must be obeyed. A small part of Heero twinged again. There was something wrong with that statement. Looking at the struggling pilot, the Japanese man tired to remember what brought them to this point.
J had ordered a special, face-to-face meeting with his pilot and gave the fighter a shocking instruction. Heero was to have sex with Duo Maxwell. At first, the Perfect Soldier simply nodded and walked away; he had no intention of following the insane order. Yet, the closer he'd come to the safehouse, the more important it became to follow orders. It was as if some part of him awoke while speaking with J and was now controlling him.
By the time the isolated safehouse was in sight, the plans for obeying J's order were already in place. Several options were available due to the vagueness of the order. Heero choose to have Duo take him as it would cause the American less pain. For some reason, orders or no, the idea of hurting his fellow pilot was repugnant. So he would have to seduce the loudmouth. Simple enough, except Duo refused to cooperate.
Upon enter in the safehouse, Heero'd found Duo draped over a chair quietly reading a book. When there was no one around, the pilot's personality changed; he became quiet and introspective. It was just one sign that Duo was more complicated than anyone thought.
Hearing Heero, Duo had jumped from the chair, joy lighting up his face and eyes. The American always seemed so glad to see him. Deep within the Japanese pilot a sense of unease began to build, but he pushed it aside. The Mission had to be accomplished. Striding forward, Heero swept Duo up in fierce embrace and kissed him. It should have worked. Heero knew he was a good kisser; he'd been trained to be the best at everything. Duo, however, had tried to push him away.
The Wing pilot's response was to tighten his grip and try deepening the kiss; it only made Duo struggle harder. Finally, the need for air forced an end to the kiss. Hard blue eyes stared into violet ones and tried to understand the fear there.
"Let me go, Heero," Duo hissed between breaths. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Heero response was automatic. "I have a Mission."
Horror entered the violet depths as Duo began to understand the motive behind his partner's actions.
"Did J..." Duo's voice trailed off. He couldn't bring himself to say it.
"My orders are to have sex with you." Heero's voice was devoid of tone or inflection; nothing gave away the inner termoil he was feeling.
With a curse, the American pilot's struggles became frantic and viscous as Heero anticipated the escape attempt and grasped both of his partner's wrists in an iron grip.
"I must complete my Mission," Heero stated calmly, dragging the kicking and yelling pilot of Deathscythe toward the bedroom.
With each unwilling step, Duo had become more and more frantic. Finally, he tried to kick Heero in the head. It was an action the Perfect Soldier could not allow to be repeated. He blocked the kick easily and delivered a blow squarely to the side of Duo's neck. The longhaired pilot collapsed without a sound.
The unease from before returned and grew as Heero carried his friend to the bedroom. Placing the unconscious form on the bed, he pulled out the emergency pack from under it. The pack contained a twenty-foot length of strong rope. Eyeing the silent form on the bed, Heero ran a gentle hand over the bruise forming on Duo's neck.
Why was he doing this? Duo was his best friend. Why would he hurt him this way? The importance of completing his Mission overran the emotions crowding the pilot's mind. Mission was all-important.
Turning back to the other pilot, Heero quickly stripped him. Once again, concern for Duo shadowed his actions; before tying the other man down, Heero tore the pillowcases into strips and wrapped his wrists and ankles in the fabric. The physical damage would be kept to a minimum. Duo woke up just as the last knot was being tied.
Which brought Heero back to the present. Mostly. Duo kept talking, trying to reach Heero. Didn't he understand how important obeying orders was? Sighing, Heero went to work on his partner's body. He would make this experience as pleasurable as he could.
Duo's breath came in gasps as Heero carefully stroked him causing an erection and gently ran his tongue over one of the pilot's nipples. The Japanese pilot's other hand was inside himself, getting him ready for what was to come.
"Please don't do this to me, Heero" Duo sobbed between breaths. "Don't do this to yourself."
"I have my mission," the other pilot responded and roughly seized Duo's mouth. "I'm ready," he announced finally and moved to straddle Duo's hips. The sense of unease came thundering back. Something was terribly wrong. He needed to complete this Mission as soon as possible.
"Heero, please," Duo begged desperately. "J only ordered this because I told him no. Please, Heero, I know you're in there somewhere. Listen to me."
Heero looked at Duo and for a second, the real Heero was looking out of those cobalt blue orbs. "I'm sorry, Duo." Then he pushed downward.
"Nnnnoooooo!" Duo howled as he felt himself enter his best friend. He tried to pull away, to block the sensation of heat, friction, and tightness. His head thrashed in denial as pleasure rocked his body and his hips made unconscious thrusts to drive him deeper into Heero.
"That's right, Duo," Heero purred. "Fuck me. Hard and fast lover." The Wing pilot moved his body in unison with Duo's, driving the pleasure higher.
"Deeper," he moaned, pushing down at the exact moment Duo pushed up. "Oh, yeah. Perfect, Duo."
"Stop," the pilot of Shinigami groaned. "Please stop it." He couldn't control his body. It was doing things he didn't want it to do. "Please, Heero, please."
But the Wing pilot only increased the rhythm until Duo couldn't form words any longer; all the pilot was capable of were moans and gasps as the other forced his pleasure to new heights. Some distant part of Duo's mind pointed out that Heero had experience beyond his years. The thought was swept away as both men howled their completion.
The minute Heero felt Duo release into him and knew his Mission was complete, the overriding force controlling him slipped silently back into the darkness J had originally placed it in leaving one confused young man behind. Heero found it hard to remember everything from the last few hours. It was like trying to remember a dream. Looking down at the sobbing, trembling pilot beneath him, the Perfect Soldier felt his heart break.
"Duo, what happened?" he whispered desperately. Hoping that he was wrong. Hoping he hadn't just betrayed his best friend in the worst possible way. "What did I just do?"
Beautiful, but tear-filled violet eyes focused on him.
"You raped me, Heero," Duo sobbed. "You raped me."
End Part One
Yes, I know Duo is crying....but don't you think he has a right too?
Phoenix