10-Jul-2000
Disclaimers: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only. It has yaoi and violence. If you can't deal, don't read. So there.
The terrorist were bored. The pilots could tell from their body language.
"Why should Kyle have all the fun with Heero?" One finally demanded. "Don't we deserve a little RNR?"
Several men agreed with him.
"And what would you suggest? Screw the pilots?" The tallest scoffed. "One wrong move and we'd be eating our own bullets."
"Hey," the first speaker laughed. "Watching is fun too." His eyes raked the room settling on Quatre. "You."
Guns turned on everyone as the tension level went up. The man walked to Quatre and towered over the bound pilot. Placing his gun against the defiant blond's temple, the man turned to his audience.
"I'm bored," he proclaimed loudly, "and I don't like to be bored. So here's the deal. You are going to entertain me and I won't shoot this kid in the head. Deal?"
The pilots, Rashid and Abdul nodded.
"Good." Once again his eyes ran over the room. They paused on Duo and the young man shivered. "You." He smiled like a predator as his eyes again traveled. Finally, he faced Rashid. The great man was shook by the look in those eyes. "And you. Step forward."
Duo stood and crossed the room as Rashid pushed away from the wall. Neither knew what he madman had planned, but they would not let Quatre down. Duo glared his anger as a terrorist moved toward him.
"Not him," the speaker barked. "He won't need his arms for this. Leave him tied. The other one is a different matter."
Making sure Rashid saw the gun pressing into Quatre's flesh, the guards untied Rashid wrists. One of the men suddenly laughed.
"Oh I get it. That's perfect." he laughed. "The perfect way to break the bastard, just like our orders." Another man punched him.
"Idiot," the speaker hissed, but everyone had heard it. Whatever the reason for being here, it had to do with Duo and breaking him. The longhaired man's response was to glare even harder. This time the speaker laughed very hard. "Stand in the middle of the room" he ordered.
Duo stood in the middle of the room, Rashid standing over him like an angry bear. The speaker gave the last order any of them expected.
"OK, Rashid, either you fuck Duo Maxwell or I blow Quatre's brains out."
Silence ruled the room for several moments as the pilots and friends tried to process what had been said and they were sure could not have been said. Every terrosits in the room held their guns at the ready and prevented anyone from acting.
Rashid stared at the terrorist in horror, certain he had heard wrong. Rape Duo? In front of his friends? In front of Quatre?
Quatre shot to his feet in anger only to have the man grab him and force him into his chair with brusing force. The terrorist then ordered Quatre tied to the chair.
Duo stood very still. He'd known something was wrong, but this was beyond anything he could ever have thought of. How could she do this to him? Did she really think this would make a difference? Then the ultimate disaster happened.
The door to the study opened and the leader of the terrorist walked in. He dragged a battered, brused, and heavily chained Heero behind him. The Japanese pilot could barely walk. The man put Heero in a chair and then attached the chain to it. Heero was going nowhere.
"What are you doing?" the leader demanded.
"Preparing a little entertainment," the speaker told him. "Rashid is going to play with Duo for us. Aren't you, Rashid?"
All eyes turned to Heero. The Japanese pilot blinked several times before turning to look at Duo. Cobalt eyes took in Duo's bonds, Rashid proximity, the fear in the others, the gun to Quatre's head, and the hungry looks on the terrorists. With a roar, the pilot strained against the chains.
More than a few terrorists took steps backward, but their leader merely watched. He was confident in his work; Heero was used up. His prediction proved true as the beaten man slumped in his seat, exhaustion and pain written all over his features. Unable to help his lover, Heero closed his eyes. The Leader had other ideas, however.
"Open you eyes and watch, Heero, or I will take sweet Duo." He demanded. "You don't want me to do that, do you?"
Reluctantly, Heero opened his eyes and faced his lover.
Duo stood naked in the middle of the room, his wrists still tied behind his back. The terrorists had cut away his shirt and Rashid had removed his pants. Despite the warm day, the young man shivered. The looks his captors were giving him were frighteningly lustful. Duo wasn't sure Rashid would be the only one taking him today. As if sensing the thought, Rashid step closer to Duo and took a protective posture; Kyle, the lead terrorist, smiled.
"Are you worried about our sweet Duo, my dear Rashid?" he asked in a falsely concerned tone. Getting no answer but a low growl, the man continued. "How about a deal, my giant friend?"
Rashid could not keep the hope out of his eyes and all the prisoners felt the same. It was a false hope however. Smiling hugely, Kyle continued his sales pitch.
"I promise neither myself nor my men will touch delicious little Duo if you do one thing for me." He paused for effect. "I want you to make Duo beg to be fucked." Kyle laughed at the stunned faces before him. "I want you to make him whimper, whine, and plead for you to take him. Have him so wild with desire, he would do anything you ask just so long as you're inside him. Can you do that for me?"
Duo felt something inside him break and his knees gave out. Rashid caught him gently around the waist. The slender pilot stared ahead without really seeing anything, his mind trying to process what it had heard. This just could not be happening. Across the room, everyone had different reactions.
Heero strained against the chains, but they remained holding him to the chair. Quatre started to move, but a knife cutting into his throat stopped his movement. Trowa silently flexed his muscles, pulling at the rope around his wrists; the tall pilot knew it would be at least an hour before he could free himself. Too late to save Duo. Wufei glared for all he was worth, but said nothing. These men would pay for this; he swore it. Abdul hung his head in shock. How could anyone be so cruel?
A low moan brought everyone's attention to Duo, who'd begun trying to break Rashid grip on him. The young man's movements became more and more frantic with each passing second.
"I can't do this," Duo said, desperately trying to escape the taller man's embrace. "I can't. I'd rather die. Let me go. Let me go!" Panic colored his tone as he failed to push Rashid away.
"Duo!" a harsh voice barked. All eyes turned to Heero. Duo calmed enough to face his best friend.
"Please, Heero. I can't." the long-haired man begged. Cold cobalt eyes held his.
"You will." Heero ordered. Duo whimpered, but stopped struggling. Violet eyes met cobalt and an understanding passed between them. Duo bowed his head in defeat. No one saw the quick look he sent toward Trowa; nor did they see the softening of the green eyes or the small nod he gave Duo. The chestnut-haired pilot sighed and leaned against Rashid; his legs still wouldn't cooperate.
"Let's get this over with," he said softly.
Heero watched Duo collapse against Rashid and then start struggling. He should have known that bastard Kyle would do something like this. The terrorist just wanted an excuse to get his hands on Duo; during his time with Heero, he'd made that amply clear. The Perfect Soldier did the only thing he could to protect his gentle lover, Heero ordered Duo to let Rashid take him. Trowa agreed with him; together they gave Duo their OK. As he watched Duo lean against the tall Arabian, Heero couldn't help feel a twinge of pain. A quick look showed Trowa shared it.
They were supposed to protect Duo, keep him safe from things like this. Trowa and he had been raped numerous times in their lives, but Duo'd never had a lover until they seduced him into their bed. If they'd known this was going to happen, they would have left the beautiful man alone. But who could have known she would find out? Who could have predicted she would react like this?
If there was one thing the two men were thankful for, it was the fact that Rashid had been chosen to take Duo. Quatre or Wufei would never have been able to do it and the two pilots were well aware of the feelings the huge man had for their lover. He would do everything possible to make sure Duo wasn't hurt. Rashid, however, held Duo, not moving, the conflict within clearly written on his face. Heero heard Kyle move behind him and felt his insides tighten in fear.
"Rashid." Quatre's soft, but strong voice echoed through the still room. "I order you to do what these men tell you."
Rashid stared at Quatre in confusion. He'd once sworn never to disobey this kind, but strong man. Searching Quatre's eyes, Rashid saw him use them to motion toward Heero. A hidden glance showed him that Kyle now stood besides Heero and was eyeing Duo with hungry, dark, anticipation. There was no way he would ever let that creature touch Duo!
"Yes, Quatre-sama," he said. Capturing the violet eyes with his own, Rashid began his time with the longhaired beauty.
End Part 2
Phoenix
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