05-Sep-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.
Rashid groaned as he felt Duo's heat surround him; it was too glorious to describe. After dreaming about this moment for so long, to have it finally happening seemed impossible. Yet, the reality was nothing like the big man's dreams. Duo had not come to him willingly; the American did not want Rashid. Pushing those thoughts from his mind, the Arab focused on the trembling figure straddling his lap.
Duo's eyes were clenched shut as he tried to adjust to the sensation of having Rashid inside him. A single tear made its way slowly down the longhaired man's cheek, the humiliation and shame of the situation wearing him down. The young man could feel the last of his control slipping and he knew that soon he would be lost to his passions; Rashid was too talented for Duo to resist. How could he face his lovers after this? After begging for the tall Arab to take him. They wouldn't want to see Duo ever again and he couldn't blame them. He should have been stronger; they were.
The Arab could sense the turmoil in his slender lover and it tore him up. But if had to choose between Duo hating him forever and giving the beauty to Kyle, he chose to bear his love's hate. Eventually, the trembling of his partner slowed, then stopped, signaling the sweat soaked body was ready for more. Shifting his grip, Rashid drew Duo's face into his shoulder and gentle licked at one ear.
"I love you, Duo Maxwell," he whispered into that ear so quietly only Duo could hear him. "Almost from the first. Your beauty is so easily surpassed by your courage, loyalty, and determination. How could anyone not fall for you?" He felt a shudder run through Duo. "I will understand your hatred of me. Just please know this, I would die for you." Not waiting to see what the American would say, Rashid made an experimental roll of his hips.
Duo gasped and buried his head further in the man's shoulder. All that the Arab had told him echoed in his mind. Rashid loved him? Had for a long time? It didn't make any sense, but it did explain a few things. Like why the man was being so careful with him.
Duo understood what it was like to love from afar. For the longest time, he'd thought Trowa and Heero were together and he was all alone. He knew the pain Rashid must have experienced; he knew. For the man to be so careful and gentle while having the object of his feelings at his mercy touched the American deeply. Most people would have just taken Duo, using the situation to their advantage. Awe for the depth of Rashid's love filled the longhaired man.
"He's ready," Kyle snapped impatiently. "Fuck him already."
Ignoring the terrorist's command, Rashid carefully grabbed Duo's thighs and lifted the younger man almost all the way off his throbbing length. With a seeming surety he didn't feel, the man shifted his grip again, pulling Duo down even as he thrust upward. The angle was perfect. A strangled cry erupted from his lover's lips and his back arched bringing him upright. Everyone in the room could see the shock and pleasure written on Duo's features.
"Oh, yeah," Kyle panted loudly. "That's right you little whore, let him fuck you."
Rashid spent a moment to glare at the man, but something more caught his eye. Every terrorist in the room was watching Duo with rapt attention. None of them were even bothering to guard the pilots or Abdul. He quickly glanced at the captives. Trowa and Heero nodded slightly at him indicating they were free but were waiting for a distraction. Quatre, Wufei, and Abdul all sent him looks asking for anything to keep the terrorists focused away from them.
There was only one thing that could keep the attention of those animals. Grim determination settled in the big man's stomach. He would give Duo as much pleasure as possible and use that to allow the other pilots a chance to kill the bastards. Plan in mind, Rashid once again lifted Duo and this time thrust even harder. The slender man's response was to cry out in pleasure and throw his head back.
In the back of the room, hidden by shadows, a single man stood. One hand was buried in his pants and his hips made small movements every so often, but no sound passed his lips. He watched the violet-eyed pilot with a look of heady lust and possessiveness in his own eyes. When she'd told him about the American, nothing was mentioned about how incredibly responsive he was or how amazing he looked impaled and panting on someone's lap. The others were fools who couldn't see the pilots were loose and they deserved to die for their inattention.
Removing his hand, the man slipped from shadow to shadow until he got to the door. No one, not even the captives, noticed when he left. It was a mistake they would regret. Before the night was over, the terrorists would be dead, all links to him severed, no way to ever find him and he would leave the house with Duo as his. Soon, he promised himself, the American would be crying out for him, begging him, even if it meant he had to break the beauty's mind. When he was finished with Duo Maxwell, he'd have the perfect lover. Forever.
End Part 5
And you thought Kyle was bad? Who is this guy? Who hired him? The next tour should be very interesting. Now on to an old favorite and even some questions answered.
Phoenix
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