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Duo's entire body rocked and the young man sobbed his denials even as it became evident that his body was responding to the treatment. His hips moved of their own accord as whatever was touching Duo found all his weak spots.
"Stop," Duo howled. "Oh God, please stop!"
His friends could only watch. If they touched Duo some sort of electrical field burned them; already, Rashid and Trowa had first-degree burns. Heero stood to one side, an expression that could kill on his face. The Perfect Soldier could do nothing to stop this violation of his lover and helplessness did not sit well with the man. Eventually, Duo began to thrash against whatever was holding him as he realized how close to coming he was.
"Somebody, please," he begged, "just kill me. Don't let this happen. Please." As if the thing doing this to the young man could hear him, it jerked him upright and something thrust into him with such force he was lifted off his feet. Duo's resulting scream echoed through the entire mansion.
Heero growled low in his throat. He could see his lover's clothes moving, could see the movements of something along Duo's perfect skin, but he couldn't touch it, couldn't stop it. Tears flowed down the American's cheeks and his eyes were clenched shut, not willing to see the others, not able to face their witnessing this. Looking at the burns on his fingers, Heero made his choice.
Quatre almost ran to Heero as he approached the immobile pilot, but Trowa kept him still. The tall man knew what Heero was planning and also knew what the cost would be; whispering quietly to the small blond and Rashid, he sent them on an errand. Signaling to Wufei, he stripped off his shirt and wrapped his hands in the fabric. If anything went wrong, they would have to save the Wing pilot.
Heero grabbed Duo and whispered in his ear. "I'm here. It's me, Duo." He slipped his hands inside his lover's black jeans. Matching the rhythm of the thing, Heero stroked his partner. "It's me touching you. Can you feel that?" He kept the anger out of his voice. Duo was bleeding.
"H-Heero?" Duo rasped, his voice harsh from crying and screaming.
"Yes," he replied. The Japanese pilot changed the rhythm and tried to force Duo to come. Already, his skin was red and he knew a second-degree burn wasn't far away. "Just let go, my love. Let it happen. Don't fight anymore."
"I love you, Heero." Duo said softly and followed the instructions. He made his mind picture Heero touching him, caressing him.
Heero could feel the tension rising throughout Duo's body. "That's right."
A ragged moan escaped the longhaired man's lips as he came, pouring his essence over Heero's hands. A scream of incredible rage tore through the room and a wind lashed at the pair before fading into nothing. Wufei and Trowa rushed forward as Heero swayed on his feet.
"He's bleeding," Heero told them as he handed the unconscious Duo to Wufei. Trowa carefully examined his friend's arms. He had second-degree burns over the entire length of his arms.
"We'll take care of him, Heero." Wufei assured the burned man.
"Good," Heero smiled slightly and passed out into Trowa's arms.
End Part 2
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