07-Sep-2000
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only. No warnings so far, but if you like Relena... leave now. ;)
Duo backed from Rashid until finally hitting a wall. With no other place to go, he turned to face the huge man. He held no hope of beating the Arab. Rashid was one of the good guys and Duo would not use all his skill against him; it would be too easy to kill the man by accident. Especially with the fear that was slowing eating away his ability to think rationally.
He almost laughed. Rational? What was rational about being trapped in a house with forty-four horny guys, all looking for him! Nope. Nothing rational about the situation at all.
All thought deserted the American as Rashid step closed enough to touch him and towered over the smaller man. For a brief moment, Duo almost lashed out and killed him, but at the last second, he couldn't. None of this was Rashid's fault. Trembling slightly, the longhaired pilot closed his eyes and waited for what would come.
A calloused, but gentle, hand ran slowly over his face. The simple gesture broke the pilot's nerve and his knees gave. Strong arms pulled him to the other's chest and pinned him there. A small sob worked its way past pursed lips. A soft laugh made him look up into the other man's face. The sight shocked him. Rashid was still in control of himself.
"Duo Maxwell, do you really think I would ever hurt one of Master Quatre's closest friends?" the Arab questioned.
"R-Rashid, you don't know what's been happening." Duo said frantically, unsure of how long he had before the leader of the Maguanacs succumbed to the pheromones.
"I know exactly what is going on, Master Duo," Rashid soothed; one hand around the pilot's waist and the other ran slow patterns over Duo's back, relaxing the terrified young man. "As soon as we entered the house, we could all smell the scent in the air. It was like lilies, but with your unmistakable smell intertwined."
"My smell?"
"All people have a smell all their own." Rashid lectured, his hand moving lower and lower down Duo's back. "Quatre smells like the desert after a rain. Heero smells like gunpowder, Trowa like earth and plants, and Wufei like sweat from his constant workouts. And you smell like honeysuckle. Sweet and soft."
Duo saw the man's eyes start to glaze over as his hand firmly gripped the pilot's rear end.
"Rashid," he yelped. It was enough to get the tall man back to himself.
"I apologize Master Duo. The pheromones are much stronger around you. Perhaps later you can explain how this happened."
"Long story." Unease crowded the young man's mind. How long could the Arab stay in control? "Do you have a plan or are we just going to hide until the storm passes?"
A chuckle met his question. "The Winner family choose this location because of the amount of snow during the winter. Odds are we will be trapped for several days by the storm and then for several more by the snow." Seeing the look of horror on the other's face, Rashid hurried to reassure him. "The Maguanacs are opening all the windows in the house and I have turned the heat up as high as it will go. The pheromones will dissipate and the other pilots will come to their senses. With the heater running as it is, the house will be warm again in no time. We shall simply continue to air out the place whenever we feel the chemicals are getting to us."
"Sounds great." And it really did. They could all bundle up when the windows were open and dress normally the rest of the time. Duo's luck held true though. No sooner did he begin to relax then a thunderous crash shook the house and the lights went out.
"Rashid?" Duo asked breathlessly.
"Yes, Master Duo." Just from the tone of his voice, the pilot knew the answer would be bad.
"Is the heater dependant on the power?"
"The controls for it are."
Duo started trembling again. This would mean all the windows would be closed. Everyone would have to huddle together for warmth. Duo Maxwell was going to be trapped in a house, for at least several days, with a group of sex crazed men.
"Shhhh," Rashid whispered. "We will figure something out, young one. I promise." Duo didn't believe him for a second; the tall Arab was shaking as well. How long before Rashid turned on him? How long before the others found him? How long before his sanity was lost for all time?
End Part 2
Phoenix
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