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.
Rashid didn't know where to begin. He'd dreamt of having Duo all to himself, able to do anything he wanted to the longhaired beauty, none of those dreams, however, involved the young man as an unwilling partner.
"Better get started," Kyle ordered, "or I will take over."
The man was almost drooling. Rashid sent a look of pure hatred at Kyle and pulled Duo to him. The young man shivered at the unwanted touch, but didn't pull away.
"I will not hurt you, Master Duo." He whispered into his lover's ear.
"Just get it over with," Duo shot back.
"Very well."
Rashid motioned for a chair to be set in the middle of the room. As a terrorist brought it, he unraveled Duo's ever-present braid; undone, the chestnut locks formed a silken waterfall around the tied man. The Arabian ran his fingers through it for a few moments before sitting and pulling Duo into his lap. The American whimpered and tried to stand; he could feel Rashid's arousal through his pants. The huge man, however, was not about to be denied.
He wrapped an arm around Duo's waist and held him still as his other hand ran up and down the squirming man's thighs. Keeping a firm grip in the slender man's waist, Rashid used his other hand to tease one of his nipples. Duo whimpered in earnest now, squirming and gasping. The big man nipped at the smaller's neck and pulled him closer.
Duo could feel himself pressed against Rashid. The hardness trapped in the older man's pants ground into the young man's rear. A whine escaped his throat. This had to be some sort of nightmare. He was going to be screwed in front of his lovers and friends for the enjoyment of some sick jerks. Panic rose in his veins.
Rashid could feel Duo tensing, his breathing increasing, and he knew it wasn't from passion. A quick look showed Kyle wearing a predator's grin. The terrorist was counting on the lovely young man's not be able to handle this. The minute Duo ran, Kyle would be on him like a animal. Hating himself, Rashid took his actions to the next level.
Hooking his soon-to-be lover's legs with his own, he forced them widely apart; there was now no way Duo could stand. Feeling trapped did nothing to calm the American; he started to shudder so hard everyone in the room could see it.
"Forgive me, Duo," Rashid said so softly no one heard him. There was only one way to calm the frightened man down. Taking Duo's limp manhood into one huge hand, the older man stroked its length. He had to chase out the fear with passion; if he couldn't, this day might see the breaking of Duo Maxwell.
Rashid caressed Duo's manhood, forcing moans from the trapped young man. The tall Arab licked the back the American's neck and enjoyed the shiver it caused. He increased the motion of his hand and ran a finger over one of Duo's nipples. Tension eased out of the young man and he gradually slumped against Rashid.
Heero and Trowa slowly released the breaths they hadn't even realized they were holding. If Rashid could bury Duo in what he was feeling, their lover might get through this without being touched by Kyle. The terrorist wasn't about to give up that easily, however. Even as Duo's eyes slid closed and he surrendered to the huge man, Kyle's laugh snapped his brief comfort.
"You sure do know how to touch him, Rashid," Kyle laughed cruelly. "I bet you can make the little slut take you in his mouth."
Duo's eyes flew open and he jerked away from Rashid, a look of horror on his face. Rashid leaned over the man in his lap.
"Shhhh, Master Duo," he whispered softly. "Don't let him bother you."
"Rashid," Duo gasped, "I don't think I can...uuuuuuhhhhhh." He collapsed in Rashid's arms as the man increased the pace of his hand.
Seeing Kyle open his mouth to make yet another vicious comment, Rashid stuck one finger in his mouth, making sure it was covered with saliva, and then slowly pushed the long, thick digit into Duo. The young man arched his back, a sob escaping his lips.
"Heero," Duo begged. "Heero, please."
The Perfect Soldier just glared at his lover, refusing to let him see how much it hurt to watch another touch Duo in such a way.
'Hang on, Duo,' Heero silently prayed. All he needed was another half-hour and the chains would be loose enough he could escape and he was certain Trowa would have his ropes loose by then as well. Once they were free, Kyle and the others would pay dearly for putting Duo through this. Heero's cobalt eyes glittered with dangerous emotions. Trowa's matched the glow. Someone was going to die and die horribly before the hour was over.
Rashid searched for the small place inside Duo that would drown the young man's mind in pleasure. His finger brushed against something and the longhaired man's entire body tensed as a moan passed his lips. There it was. Pulling his finger almost all the way out, Rashid waited until Duo relaxed and then pushed it back it, eliciting another moan.
Trowa was caught between two raging emotions. While he was happy for Rashid's gentleness and care with his slender lover, the tall man also felt rage at someone touching an unwilling person. He pulled at the ropes on his wrists again; they were almost loose enough. Heero had to be doing the same thing with his chains. Looking at Kyle, Trowa knew they would not get loose in time to stop what the man wanted to happen. Anguish flashed across his face. How could she do this to the two people he loved?
Duo whimpered. Rashid had inserted a second finger. The huge man was stretching him slowly and carefully, making every effort to stop him from remembering where he was, what was happening, and who was present. Those were all the things Duo clung to; he would not betray his lovers. He refused to let his mind slip away. Rashid however was a determined man.
His mouth nibbled on Duo's ears and neck, gently caressing his flesh in a tantalizing pattern. One large hand stroked his erection in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The Arab made sure every move sent waves of pleasure through Duo. With each passing moment, it became harder to think.
Gasping, Duo felt himself push back on the fingers. Another whimper escaped his lips. This couldn't happen and yet he couldn't stop himself. When Rashid pushed a third finger into him, Duo arched his back and rocked with the thrusts.
"Nnnoooo," he moaned, but his body ignored his mind and heart. It wanted more of what Rashid was doing and had no problems with his touch.
Kyle licked his lips. The sight of the American lost in sensation, moaning, rocking and gasping for breath definitely made him wish he taken Duo instead of Heero. The Japanese pilot had been unresponsive at best. Maybe he could take the violet-eyed man with them when they left.
Everyone in the room watched as Duo began to lose the battle for control. Small sobs escaped his lips while his body moved in time with Rashid's fingers. Pleading violet eyes fixed on impassive cobalt ones. Heero would not help Duo resist the Arabian; Kyle could take over if Duo lasted much longer and the Japanese man preferred his lover dead than touched by that monster.
'Let go,' he mouthed to his struggling lover.
It was the final blow for Duo. Closing his eyes, the young man surrendered his mind to the sensations Rashid was flooding him with. Tension eased out his body. Soft lips parted as gasps and moans became the only sound Duo made. Everyone noticed the change and knew the captive had at last lost the battle. The terrorists' breathing increased as they realized it wouldn't be long before the real violation of this writhing beauty would begin. None of them could wait to see that lithe body impaled on Rashid's length.
Rashid pushed Duo to the brink and then stopped, frustrating the young man. The giant remembered what Kyle promised if he could make Duo beg and he had to hope the bastard would keep his word. Twice more he repeated his actions. The longhaired man's hands clenched into fists and he thrust onto Rashid's hand with abandon.
"You know what I want, Duo," Rashid whispered into the impassioned man's ear.
Duo responded by shaking his head. He would not beg to betray his lovers. Not matter what. Rashid pushed him to the brink again and again, but Duo refused to speak. Tears of frustration leaked from clenched eyelids and every muscle in his body strained for completion. It did not happen.
With each passing minute, the huge man became more desperate. Kyle was smiling and his eyes raked over the slender figure on his lap. If Rashid could not force Duo to beg soon, the terrorist would try to take over. There was only one thing left to do and the Arabian prayed everyone would forgive him.
Kyle watched the tall man stroke the American. Oh how he wanted to touch the squirming young man. He would make him beg. Oh yes. Rashid's mistake was being gentle. You shouldn't be gentle when being refused. Well, the big man's time with the beauty was up and his time was about to being. Duo would beg him, plead with him, and cry out his name before Kyle was through. With a soft, but frightening smile, the terrorist moved forward.
End Part 3
Phoenix
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