02-Jun-2003
Title: Killer's Soul 4/?
Author: Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I am poor. This fic is for
entertainment only.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: ZechsXDuo....sort of
Rating: R-NC-17
Warnings: Tied up Duo, slight NCS, BJ, evil Pargan, evil people, yaoi
aka M/M slash, AU, and I wrote it. Can't deal? Don't read.
Archive: CkoS, GW Addiction, WWOMB if they want it. All others please ask.
Summary: With Pargan breathing down his neck, Zechs must do something
about Duo.
Two weeks had passed since Duo had been chained to the killer Zechs' bed by Pargan. In all that time the blond he was supposed to be a sex toy for had yet to touch him. At night the only contact was a rather fierce cuddle. It was all very confusing.
Pargan did nothing to interfere. However, Duo was certain the old bastard was putting something in his food. For the past ten days, anytime he slept strange dreams took over. He was some sort of thief whose best friend had been caught. Somehow he broke into the Palace dungeons only to be caught by a guard captain and his lieutenant.
The lieutenant he recognized as Zechs yet he couldn't get a good picture of the captain. At first they treated him like any other prisoner. Duo of course screamed insults at the men. Over time the pair realized why the young man was there and respected his choice. They got to know him. Love him.
The sex in the dreams was incredible. Their mouths on him. His on them. Pierced and piercing. So hot. Drowning between them. Actually begging to be touched. Every morning now Duo awoke with the worse case of morning erection he'd ever felt. It was getting to the point he considered begging the killer to touch him.
Naturally Pargan denied doing anything and Duo was not about to discuss why he accused Relena's butler. Just one more puzzle to this strange new life he lived. Pargan talked with him when his toy assassin was off killing. It seemed Zechs was growing more independent and emotional. Actually having requests and questions beyond mission specs. In fact, Zechs completed missions for more efficiently and quickly than before, anxious to return to the man bound in his room. Though he could not understand why Duo was still untouched.
Duo couldn't understand it either. He spent his days chained naked to the bed by a solid metal collar around his neck. With no lock there was nothing he could pick. Two solid metal cuffs prevented his ankles from becoming more than foot apart. Another pair kept his wrists together behind his back; he thought the chain connecting them had to be less than five inches long. Zechs or a guard had to help him do just about everything. Much to Duo's continual embarrassment. If there was anyone more unable to defend himself from being used, he couldn't' imagine how.
But Zechs never made a move to do more than hold him. Or sniff his hair and run hands through it. For some reason the killer found Duo's hair amazing. Beyond those simple caresses however, nothing happened. And he didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing. Either way, all he could do was wait for his "owner" to return. Frankly, it was beginning to really irritate him.
Not that far away, the main cause of his confusion and irritation, Zechs, sat in front of a computer. Usually he only accessed the net to research items needed for his kills. For the past week and a half he looked up different information though. Pargan was pushing for him to take "action" with his "new toy." Which meant only one thing. Since he knew nothing about sex, he was reluctant to do so. The more he dreamt the more convinced he was that Duo held the key to his freedom and his past.
Hurting the young man would only alienate him. But what choice did he have? Sooner rather than later Pargan would lose patience and force the issue. One of his many drugs slipped into an evening meal was all he need provide. Not willing to let it happen, Zechs began researching male-to-male sex.
Finding something called fanfiction gave him some clues as to how things should go. And more importantly, not go. Notifying his Keeper of what he wanted found the materials quickly provided. Lube. Various toys. Some flavored gels and condoms. He wished it were possible to ask Duo what he wanted or liked; the cameras and monitoring equipment made that impossible. No Keeper could find out how far his newfound independence went.
So he was limited to a few good sites and fanfiction. He just hoped they were accurate. The site he was reading now suggested some unique positions. Most would be impossible with the chains on Duo. Although some of them required chains.
"It is almost time for lunch, Zechs." G said. Pargan was away at a conference with Relena. "You should return to your room now. See if your pet needs to use the restroom."
Zechs hated when they called Duo that. "Yes, Sir."
Shutting down the computer, he walked back to his room. As usual Duo was resting on his side, facing the door with a glare. Violet eyes danced with a combination of defiance, resignation, and frustration. He was truly so beautiful. No wonder Treize was so frantic to get him back. Perhaps he was the other man in the dream; the one who could make the little thief beg for more.
"Why are you staring at me?" Duo's voice was barely above a whisper.
"You're very attractive."
Duo snorted. Zechs almost smiled.
"I want to try something with you, Pet." He didn't want to call Duo that and often whispered his real name to him at night. Yet to call him that in front of the cameras would be disastrous.
"Try something?" The nervousness in his voice almost convinced the killer to not make the attempt. Only the fear of what Pargan would do if he returned to no change in the status quo pushed him ahead.
"It shouldn't hurt. If I do it right."
Duo swallowed hard. If he did it right. If. Before he had a chance to even consider fighting, Zechs rolled him onto his back and grasped his hips.
"We'll see if this works."
Opening his mouth wide, Zechs started licking along his "pet's" crotch. The flesh was sweet. Sweeter still was the breathy moan torn from Duo's throat.
"Shit."
That should mean he was doing it right. He moved lower.
"God."
Soon he had ridge flesh to lave. Little by little driving Duo mad. The clink of metal proved he was losing control and fighting to move.
"Stop playing with me," the longhaired bodyguard eventually demanded. He'd never hated the chains more than at this moment; he needed more and they prevented him from getting it.
"Very well," he wore a sinister smile as he full engulfed the youth's erection. It was a strange sensation. Heated flesh filled his mouth and experimentally he flicked the tip of his tongue over one. Duo bucked under him. Perhaps the websites had known what they were talking about after all.
Next, a little suction resulted in more moans. Soon Zechs discovered that variety was indeed the spice of life. A few moments of suction interspersed with pulling back to lick along the entire length of Duo's erection. Running the tip of his tongue along the head made his lover whimper and thrash in pleasure. And he was certain it was pleasure once Duo began begging for more. The killer drew out every action, making seconds become minutes which seemed like hours to the poor pinned captive.
"Please," Duo was panting. "Stop playing with me. I can't stand it. Please."
It was too much to expect him to have those damn dreams and have a gorgeous man giving him the blowjob of a lifetime and not be helplessly aroused. Kami but Zechs was good with his tongue! Why in the hell hadn't Pargan warned him they taught their assassin about this sort of thing?
"OH GOD, ZECHS!" Duo howled when the other man fully engulfed his aching length and his balls as well. "Finished me you bastard!"
Zechs pulled back, sitting on his heels. A healthy dose of amusement and lust filled his blue eyes.
"NO!" Duo couldn't keep the desperate word from breaking past his lips at the loss of contact.
"Finish?" His captor asked. "Do you want to come?"
If it hadn't been for the chains, the bodyguard would probably have killed him at that moment. "You want me to beg, don't you?" He spat. Naturally the jerk would. This was just another power play. However, Zechs surprised him.
"No. I want you to scream my name." Then those lips and tongue were back. Slowly stealing his control. Forcing him to gasp for breath as the sensations built beyond his tolerance yet forcing him ever higher.
"Oh God. Oh God. Please. Kami. Shit. Little more. Just a little more. Please." Duo babbled; it was the sweetest thing Zechs had ever heard. Sexiest too. Now for part two of his plan. Hopefully it would work. Letting go of one hip, he pulled a small jar out from under the bed. He'd hidden it there the first night after deciding not to just jump on his new "toy" and rape him. Slicking his middle finger thoroughly, he pushed it into Duo with a single thrust. The youth arched his back driving him further down Zechs' throat.
"Fuck!" Was the only word to adequately express what Duo was feeling. The invasion stung a little bit while sending shivers of pain to spike his pleasure. In seconds the finger found its target, massaging over the spot gently. That was all he needed.
"ZECHS!" The name was shrieked in absolute ecstasy as he came in the killer's mouth.
For a first timer, Zechs thought he did a pretty good job, especially since he managed to swallow almost everything Duo had given him. Wiping away the few thin spill lines with the back of his mouth, he paused to survey his work.
Duo was panting, half awake, with a huge grin on his face. Unfortunately, the more aware he became, the more unhappy the bodyguard looked. Tears formed at the corners of eyes filled with horror. Not understanding, Zechs carefully gathered Duo into his arms.
"Did I do something wrong?" Perhaps penetrating him was going too far?
Instead of answering, a single tear dropped onto his pants. What had he done wrong? Holding Duo, Zechs gently rocked his bound lover unsure of what to do next.
In his arms, Duo shook, fighting tears and the knowledge of how good it felt to give in to his "owner." He wasn't going to be able to win this battle. If Zechs was as talented in other areas of sex as he was with blowjobs the fight was already lost. There was no way his body could resist such skillful methods. Treize told him brainwashing didn't always have to be painful. A truly talented torturer could make his victim want him, beg for him. An expert could make even the most stubborn person a willing slave with enough time. Duo hadn't believed him, but now he knew. He knew.
How long before he began to look forward to having Zechs touch him? How long before he ached for his touch? Weeks? A month maybe? And then? Then he'd belong to Zechs. He'd be nothing more than a fuck toy.
A sob worked its way out of him. The response was the assassin holding him closer and steadily rocking. So the pair sat locking in misunderstanding as their keepers watched.
End Part 4
Phoenix
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