I don't own the GW guys. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only.
Abdul was ruined; he sat on the edge of his bed and thought of what was coming. Everything would be gone in a few hours. All because of a moment's weakness. Turning, Abdul ran a gentle hand over the cheek of the unconscious figure in his bed. Duo Maxwell. The older Arab buried his head in his hands and tried not to cry. How could he have done it? He'd been drunk and Duo had helped him back to his room. The younger man was so very beautiful. Abdul hadn't planned for this to happen.
Duo had tripped while helping him into bed and Abdul fell forward, pinning the lithe pilot beneath him. Duo had tried to wriggle out from under him and the man's alcohol addled brain had pushed aside any form of common sense and Abdul found himself kissing the younger man. Allah, Duo had tasted so good, but hadn't taken it well.
The young former pilot tried to push the Arab off him, but Abdul weighed twice as much. All the moving Duo did further inflamed the drunk's senses and he had ripped the shirt off of Duo. Violet eyes had gone wide and Duo punched Abdul. That was when Abdul lost control.
Some people's darker sides came out when they got drunk; Abdul was one of those people. He had backhanded Duo so hard the entire right side of his face was deep purple. The now sober man couldn't suppress a sob as he remembered his next actions. He'd used his belt to tie Duo's hands over his head. Before the young man recovered from the blow, all his clothes lay thrown on the floor.
Abdul had taken Duo repeatedly, drowning in the tied man's cries, heat, and tightness. Using every trick he knew, the older man used Duo's body against him, making the American beg, making him enjoy his violation. Even now, sitting and regretting all he had done, Abdul couldn't forget how wonderful it felt to be buried in Duo, to be surrounded by him, listen as he sobbed Abdul's name, and writhed during his own release. A sudden thought occurred to Abdul; he didn't want to give Duo up.
The idea slowly took shape in his mind. Why should he give Duo up? Hadn't he made the American feel good? What did he have anyway? With the war over, Duo was living a solitary existence with no one to care for him. But how to keep him? Abdul carefully tied Duo's legs and gagged the young man. Sneaking out of his room, the man went to the hanger. He needed to spend more time in the Zero System Simulator. It would tell him how to keep the braided beauty. It would tell him everything.
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Phoenix
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