<Normal disclaimers apply, I don't own Gundam Wing, the creators do!).

<AU, and the characters may be a little OOC. Dunno what to say about the plot, but there will be a little 'lemon' (I do believe that's what it's called), and some swearing - like, maybe a lot.> It includes some 'lemon' and non-consensual sex. 'nother note, Heero's older than Duo in this fict. so its a 1x2. Don't read if you're easily offended.>

Heero's Possession by Test One

The mission was successful. All of the traitors were entirely eliminated. Except the main one, the instigator. Treize. And Duo. However he knew Duo was not involved in the plot to overthrow the Underground Society. His instincts told him that. But the Dragon Clan would not accept that. Duo was the last one remaining after Treize to be eliminated. He touched the blade he had inside his jacket, feeling the smooth hardness of it press again his body.

They had sent him along to do the job. Duo was to be silenced as his brother betrayed the Underground... and his own brother. Heero’s lips curled in distaste at the thought of the betrayal. He would not ever do that, if he had a family. And the boy still did not know about it, which made the job all the more simpler as Heero did not need to hunt the youth down. He knew the other would still be in the hotel room, waiting for his brother. Being played the fool.

However... his fist clenched over the sheath of the knife. Something within him did not want to kill Duo. An image of a smiling chestnut hair boy rose in his mind. So much life despite the profession he had, Heero wondered how the braided youth could find any laughter in the death and blood that marked the world of the assassin. It was almost as if he was untouched by the taint of murder. Unlike himself. Damn the man, Heero cursed Treize, he had no shame in even leaving his only family to the wolves of darkness. He would simply make Duo’s death a quick one.

Or not.

Heero’s breath hissed out as he opened the door. The bottles of Wild Turkey had not helped much to firm his resolution. It in fact made it waver more than a little as he encountered the sleeping face of Duo lying on the couch of the living room. He looked like an angel, the erratic thought drifted through Heero’s mind. An untouched angel... His eyes swept across the perfect features and half parted lips. His lids lowered as he gazed at the bare chest exposed by his half open shirt. Duo was an angel he would very much like to have his hands on. Irritated, he shook his head clear. Duo was not his. Despite this, Heero could not help the reaction of his body at sight of the youth. The black trousers were suddenly too tight. He ignored it. Duo could never be anyone’s, except Death himself.

He walked silently behind the sleeping boy, cuffed one wrist with handcuffs, then with his other hand, unsheathed his knife. The blade glittered in the soft lamplight as he pressed it against Duo’s throat. A thin sliver of blood welled up as the thin sharp edge of the knife touched Duo. He only had to wait briefly before the long hair boy’s eyes snapped open.

‘Too slow Duo. You’re already dead.’

Heero pushed Duo down, his left hand easily securing the handcuffs on. Duo arched back, attempting to break the hold. It was futile. Heero easily overcame him. He shifted Duo's balance so that the other fell over and onto the floor. Making sure the boy stayed put, he stepped on him with his foot.

'Get the fuck off me.'

'I warned you. I told you not to go off anywhere without my permission. But you just had to come here and set off the trap anyway.'

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about!’ Duo complained, ‘look, all I was doing is waiting for my brother.’

‘Exactly. I taught you to remain at the base camp.’

‘You can get screwed. I don't have to listen to you.' Despite being helpless, Duo still had a mouth on him. A very attractive mouth, Heero noticed. Perhaps he would make the angel his after all. His eyes gleamed briefly, as he thought of running his hand through the long hair the youth always wore in a braid. He would make Duo his Possession. And save himself the trouble of taking an innocent life, which he loathed to do. A half formed smile appeared on his lips. Heero rolled Duo over with his foot then sat on him. 'Oh, I think you will be... very soon.' He pressed his face close to Duo's.

Their breaths mingled as Duo stared uncomprehending in the stony blue eyes. Alcohol. He could smell the alcohol fumes upon Heero's breath. 'You're drunk.'

Heero began unbuttoning his shirt.

'What the hell are you doing?'

He stripped off. Duo’s gaze was caught by the large dragon tattooed across Heero's left side. It was plain black but was done in intricate detail, the outlines finely drawn. It looked vaguely familiar. Duo suddenly paled.

He had seen the exact design tattooed upon the body of an assassin Treize had by his side once. Wufei, he had it too. The man had been rumored part of a shadowy organization of killers and the dragon tattoo had represented the elite in the group. The Young Dragons. Duo broke out in cold sweat as Heero picked up a large hunting knife.

'You're not going to kill me, are you?', he smiled nervously.

Duo relaxed. 'Then what are you doing with that knife?'

'House breaking you.' He suddenly swiped the blade down. Duo’s jeans ripped as the fine blade severed the interwoven cords. Duo yelled in sheer panic. Heero nonchalantly tossed the material to one side.

'Shut up Duo. The blade didn't even touch you.' Duo looked up at the knife Heero held before him. There was no trace of blood. He glanced down. Heat fused his face as he realized his jeans and his pants had been expertly cut off. He was naked.

'What the fuck are you doing?' Duo demanded. Heero stood up and coolly surveyed his naked body. A icy prickle of fear touch his mind. The dark hair man was eyeing his body with something akin to lust in his eyes. 'Heero, what are you doing?' He tried to be calm about it. It was probably just his imagination jumping to conclusions.

'It should be obvious.' Heero unzipped himself and stepped out of the fallen material. 'Getting screwed.'

They were both naked now. The freezing concrete beneath his buttocks was not as cold as the fear which suddenly clutched Duo. He jerked himself upright.

'Oh no... I ain't gay.'

'I don't care.' He pushed Duo to the floor. 'Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way.'

'I prefer it if we don't do it at all.'

'Don't be a smart arse,' said Heero absently as he glanced at his watch. 'Don't have much time, Wufei will be here within the hour.' He wrestled Duo over, pinning him into position with his knee.

'Heero, stop it. You're drunk and this sure ain't funny.'

'Shut up Duo. You talk too much for a professional killer.'

'Well, there's one thing... I bloody well ain't! Now get the fuck off me.'

Heero paused. If he wasn’t a profesional, what the hell was he doing in the Underground? He leaned over and stared at Duo’s youthful face. 'How old are you?'

'Seventeen.'

'Holy shit.' Heero rolled off him and flipped him over. He grasped Duo’s braid, pulling back of Duo’s head harshly. 'A little too young to be killing for Treize. You’re a novice. Just how long have you been working?'

Duo looked at him oddly. 'I’m not a killer. What are you talking about? Treize and I may be in the business, but we don’t deal in death. Just the bodyguard section of things. Dr. J has nothing to worry about us taking over his territory.'

Heero began swearing softly.

'Look, Heero. If you uncuff me right now, I'll forget about this incident, okay?' Duo kept his eyes rigidly upon a spot beyond Heero's head. He knew he was blushing hard. The guy had to be totally off his face or really sick to try to... He blocked it out of his mind. 'I won't tell Treize or anything.'

'Kid, if you think Treize can get you out of this mess, you're more naive then I thought. His say means shit all. Especially now.'

Duo paled. He really was going to rape him. 'Get the fuck away from me, man. I'm serious. If you think you can take me that way, you got another thing coming.'

'Oh shut up.' Heero glared at him. 'It's not like I want to.' He picked up a strip of the neatly sliced denim.

'What? Then why-'

The dark hair man gagged him. 'I told you to shut up. Everytime I do, you just have to ignore my orders.' He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. 'I like you’, he admitted softly.

No shit, thought Duo. But I don't like you, you big homo prick. He lifted his chin up defiantly.

The other man smiled at the action. 'Stupid.' Heero said softly. 'You really don't understand what you've gotten into.'

Duo eyes grew puzzled at his words. What the fuck was the guy on? Did he take a trip or something.

'No, I'm only a little drunk.' Heero read his face easily. 'You'll understand afterwards. There's not enough time to explain. We've only got forty minutes now before Wufei comes. I'll try to be more gentle but it's going to hurt like the very devil.'

He just glared his hatred. Duo hoped that the small Asian man would come in the door. The killer was his brother's man and well trained enough to take on the bastard. He closed his eyes as Heero leaned over him. If the cunt was going to take him, he did not want to see it.

Surprisingly, Duo wasn't tossed onto his front immediately to be forcibly raped. A large, rough hand caressed the length of his body gently instead. It felt good. A warm wetness crept up his body. The sensation startled him. He opened his eyes slowly to find blue eyes looking closely into his face. His breathing shortened as Duo found himself strangely mesmerised by the dark storm within Heero. He had never seen any emotions before on Heero’s face. He had wanted to, even going out of his way to provoke some from his colleague, but now... Duo’s throat dried. Too much. The dark brown haired assassin felt too much, and all of his passion was reflected in the deepening pools of blue of his eyes.

It echoed the rising feeling inside Duo.

‘You...’

‘Be quiet.’ Heero reached behind his plait and gently drew the braid towards him, his fingers quickly trailing downwards to the small band which held the strands together. The black band snapped, and the long length of his hair tumbled loose.

Duo suddenly felt a lot more vulnerable now. No one besides his brother had ever seen him with his hair down, and only when they had been children. For some reason, Duo’s hair was a special private part of him, untouched by any other beside himself. And now Heero had his hands through the silky softness. It created an level of intimacy that Duo found disturbing.

‘Why did you do that?’, he whispered as Heero raised a fistful to his lips and kissed it. ‘We’ve both males Heero, this isn’t right, is it?’

‘I wanted to.’ Heero’s eyes lowered as he leant over Duo. ‘It feels right to me.’ Duo’s eyes widened briefly as he realised Heero was hard as he was. He could feel the firm member press against his stomach as Heero sidled up him. His own was trapped lightly between Heero’s legs. It was a novel sensation, the other’s testicles moving against the side of his penis as Heero breathed. Desire flared higher inside him and Duo knew Heero knew exactly what he was doing to him. Heero kissed Duo, his tongue quickly invading more of Duo, taking control of him possessively. His breath was sucked from out of his lungs and he could not breathe. Heero... he felt the other's hand trail down his back through the length of his hair. A moan broke from him. Duo did not recognize it as his own voice.

Heero broke away from Duo. Duo looked back at him drunk with desire, dazed. A smile touched the others lips as he leant towards Duo’s ear and whispered. ‘I like you like this. Submissive becomes you.’ He pressed his lips against Duo’s neck and nipped gently. Then with more force. Heero’s trailing hand snaked between his legs, caressing the hardness of him. Duo could barely feel the pain as strange sensations took over his body. It deadened his limbs, making his movements seem strangely sluggish.

‘Heero... oh Heero... ’

That wasn’t his name, he thought thickly. Someone else was... What the- who had... It was himself! He had been groaning out Heero’s name as the other sucked at his nipples. The cloud in his mind abruptly disappeared. ‘No!’ he said explosively. With a violent wrench of his body, Duo jerked away from Heero. ‘Get away from me.’

However the attempt failed. Being bound by handcuffs, Heero easily drew him back.

‘Don’t fight me on this one Duo, or you’ll regret it.’

‘Don’t touch me there!’

‘I know you want it.’

‘Fuck you.’

Heero laughed. It was an evil laugh that sent a cold shiver down Duo’s spine. His eyes widened as he realised the secondary meaning of his words.

‘No... no...’

‘Like I said, we could have done it the easy way, or the hard way. You chose the hard way.’

Heero pulled Duo’s head towards him, lifting Duo’s face towards him so that Duo could not avoid his stare. ‘However, I think you’re ready now.’

‘What?’

Duo suddenly found himself on his front, his legs wide apart. He hissed as the shock of a cold, greasy like substance was slicked between his buttocks. He wriggled around, but he was unable to prevent the invasion. Heero lifted Duo from behind and then thrust hard into him.

It hurt like the very devil. Duo screamed out in pain as the hot shaft of heat penetrated his buttocks. He collapsed against the wall as Heero inserted the full length of his penis inside. His fist tighten as he bit his lip. He could taste blood. Duo sobbed in anguish as Heero came to a stop.

'Sorry,' said Heero softly. He ran his hand comfortingly along the front of Duo’s body. 'It'll get better from here. I promise.' Liar, thought Duo viciously though his tears.

He began to withdraw slowly, taking his time. The pain throbbed away, as gradually, pleasure replaced it. Delicious excitement swirled up in Duo. He moaned as Heero thrust again. The desire intensified as Heero gradually increased his rhythm. Soon, Duo was crying out. He lost awareness of all his surroundings, only the sense of Heero. Heero, who was moving inside him out and in, creating responses like he never felt before. He panted harshly as the rhythm grew more intense and rapid.

'Heero.. God, Heero...' Duo was unaware of the cries torn from his throat. 'Heero-'

A shuddering orgasm rocked through him as he ejaculated. He felt Heero's hot semen poured into him at the same time as he climaxed. A tingling sensation lit his whole body as he screamed, losing all track of time and thought, only feeling.

Duo collapsed upon the ground, spent. His legs were still spread wide, with Heero in between them.

Heero smiled slightly at the displayed sight. Duo was an incredible combination of boy and man. His boyish looks spoke of angelic innocence yet the way he responded had been all fiery. He kissed the youth's limp penis, licking the cum off the tip. However, judging by Duo’s initial response, he had been the first one. Heero sat up, his tongue savoring the taste. Virgin cum. It was obvious the Duo had not even been with a woman. Somehow, that pleased Heero greatly. Gradually Duo became aware of his surroundings again. He lay down on the ground, his breathing still harsh. Reality came rushing in. Oh god, he just fucked a man. And worse yet, he had enjoyed it. He buried his head in his arms. Shit, shit, fuckin' shit! Shame burned deeply within him.

'Duo.'

'Leave me alone.' He could not bear to look at Heero. He felt the piercing blue eyes survey him.

Heero walked towards the pile of clothing. He leaned down and picked up his black jeans. Stepping into them, his gaze fell down upon the hunting blade. A dark reminder. He sighed and picked it up. The kid was going to cause a lot of trouble for him but...

'Duo.' Strong hands heaved the youth up.

'I told you to leave-' Duo’s voice died as he took in the sharp knife. 'You are going to kill me aren't you? You lied.' He lifted his gaze to the dark blueness of Heero's eyes. 'It doesn't matter.' Duo smiled thinly. 'I feel like killing myself anyway. You'd be doing me a favor.'

'Like I said, you talk too much.' Heero laid the serrated blade upon the left side of Duo’s chest. He pressed it hard against the soft skin. Duo breath hissed as the blade sank lightly through his skin, into the upper layer of flesh and traveled downwards slowly. Heero abruptly withdrew it and made a two quick slashing cuts across the bleeding gash. 'Now, you're mine.'

Duo’s head jerked up. 'What? What are you on about?'

Heero lifted the blade to his lips and slowly lick the blood off. Duo found himself avidly watching the play of the tongue across the gleaming blade. He felt a stirring between his thighs. Duo blushed in shame at Heero's knowing look.

The spell was broken abruptly by the sound of a slamming door. Wufei strode in, followed rapidly by three other Stalkers. They were all bearing assault rifles and all were pointed at Duo.

Duo eyes widened, bewildered. 'Wufei, what on Earth...?'

There were ominous clicks as the rifles swung up. They all pointed at him. Shock froze Duo to the spot. They were going to kill him.

'Stop.'

The action paused midway. The riflemen looked up at Heero then to Wufei. Wufei studied Heero's rigid face briefly. He then nodded to the men. The three lowered the assault rifles.

A form of unspoken communication flickered between Heero and Wufei. The two stepped towards each other.

'Yuy.' The Chinese bowed formally.

'Chang.' Heero also bowed.

Duo stared at the two incredulously. What the hell were they playing at?

'What reason do you offer for this man's life.'

'None.'

'Then why do you stand before him.'

'He is my Possession.'

The Asian man looked briefly startled. He turned and studied the naked Duo. Wufei noted the recent gash upon the chest with respect. He turned back. 'He is male.' There was a tone of polite inquisition in his voice.

'He is mine.'

'He shall be trouble, that one. He has no inkling of our ways nor does he know his place.'

'I shall teach him. He will learn.'

Wufei was silent. 'So be it. The Young Dragons accept him as a Possession.'

'I am grateful.'

'Be if he should overstep his bound...' Wufei let his voice trail off.

'Then I shall do my duty.'

A brief look again passed between the two men. It was a silent understanding of the full significance of the exchange which Duo was not privy to.

The two bowed again. Wufei exited, the three masked men trailing behind.

Duo slumped against the wall as the rigidity of fear dissipated. The effects of the past hours begun to catch up with him. Heero caught him.

'Take it easy.'

Duo laughed harshly. 'Take it easy?! I've just been nearly killed.' His voice broke as he became hysterical. A hard blow suddenly struck him into blissful unconsciousness.

He woke up slowly. His head hurt.

'Duo.'

His eyes snapped open. He was lying on a large, king size bed. Heero sat on his right. Unsteadily, Duo touched the aching spot on his head. There was a large lump.

'You hit me.'

Heero shrugged. The dragon tattoo on his chest flexed as he reached over and flipped open the covers. He touched the white bandages wrapped around Duo’s chest. They bounded the deep ritual cuts Heero had inflicted on the youth.

'Is it too tight?'

The younger man flinched at his touch. 'No. They're fine.' He pushed the hands away. 'Heero. What happened before, what was that?'

'A take-over bid failed.'

'What? Take-over bid?' Duo’s head jerked up. His brother had been planning to back stab the Big Man. 'Bullshit. Treize wouldn't...' If he did, he would have been selling out Duo as Duo’s position in the coop had been proof of his good intentions. There was no way he would... would he? 'No.' He said sickly, ‘he couldn't have been the one.' The eagerness which Duo latched on to the words was that of a drowning man clutching a floating straw. 'Treize wouldn't do such a stupid thing. Anyway, there's no way that he would sell me out. We're family.'

‘Some family. He left you hanging. People are now out there to kill him,’ he lowered his voice, ‘as well anyone involved with him.’

‘It can’t be...’

‘It is.’

Duo’s shoulders slumped as he finally absorbed the truth. ‘Then I will be killed, eh?’ his voice was toneless.

‘No.’ Duo’s face was lifted up to Heero’s angry one. ‘Stop being so dejected.’

Duo laughed, ‘So what’s there to be happy about? I’m going to be dead right?’

'At the moment, what's saving your cute butt is the fact that you are under my protection.'

'Is that what Possession means?' The cryptic words had puzzled him.

'Not exactly.'

'Then what is it?'

Heero lightly slid a hand down the muscular abdomen of Duo, his touch sending a sensual shudder through Duo’s body.

'It means exactly what it is. Possession is the term given to a singular, select person, which only a Shadow member may keep. You,' his fingers closed around Duo’s throbbing penis, 'are my Possesion. I marked you as such.'

'You mean the cuts-'

He gasped as Heero leaned down and kissed the tip of his penis. The older man smiled knowingly at Duo’s frustrated face. He smoothed a hand down Duo's rising length, trailing the fingers of his other hand on the sensitive skin between his legs, in the area from under his testicles to his sore buttocks. Cum spurted a little out of Duo’s penis. He gritted his teeth and withheld the urge to release himself. It was a losing battle against the now busy tongue of his lover.

‘Ah..’ he strained to hold it in.

‘Give it up already Duo, you know it's useless,’ Heero breathed. The warm air fanned over the desire burning within him.

He ejaculated. Warm, wet cum spurted from the tip of his penis and mostly into Heero’s mouth.

Duo’s body jerked up once then settled down slowly. Duo turned his head, ashamed at his pleasure, feeling the wet tongue of Heero licking away the hot droplets of sperm on his thighs and stomach. He closed his eyes, then quickly opened them as he found that his sense of touch grew more receptive without sight.

‘Stop it... please just stop it Heero...’, he moaned. To his eternal damnation, he found he was getting aroused again.

‘Don’t deny what we both want... Duo...’ whispered Heero huskily. He then proceeded to take Duo all over again, proving to Duo beyond all doubt that he was indeed his possession

The end.

Test One