Jul 2, 2000
Howdy! ^_~ This is an old story that I started a long time ago and never finished, but it felt like the right time to start working on it again. <:) It started out PWP and went darkish, so I reckon a dark warning is in order. I hope I don't really need to warn you that it's both yaoi and a lemon, meaning that it has sexually explicit male/male interaction. It also features some B&D type stuff and some nonconsensual sexual activity - but if any of that offends you, please feel free to delete the fic unread. ^_^ Also, please feel free to point out any OOC behavior you see, as I'm still learning and hope to make my next GW fic better. Any constructive comments, whether positive or negative, public or private, will be gratefully and joyfully received. ^_^
Just for the sake of pretending like I have a legal leg to stand on, I figured I should mention here that I did not create Gundam Wing, that I have no rights to the series and that I mean no disrespect whatsoever to the creator/creators, nor is this story meant to be taken as a claim to either the characters or the situations which were not created by me. Also, I not only have no money, I'm in debt past my eyeballs, and suing me would be pretty durn pointless since there wouldn't be anything to gain by it.
Gee, I hope that does it. ^_~
Duo Maxwell moaned. Chains rattled as he tried to pull his outstretched arms in to touch his aching head, and his eyes squinted open as memories came back in a rush - the memory of his defeat, and Heero's.
"See? It didn't take him long to awaken." Duo's guts twisted in cold terror as his bleary eyes took in the sight of Heero shackled and kneeling beside General Zehn, the enemy they had come to eliminate. Both of them were watching Duo as he examined the shackles that held him upright against the wall and then turned to bestow a violet-eyed glare on their captor. The man smirked in response, his green eyes gleaming beneath a fringe of auburn hair. Zehn was tall and muscular, and kneeling next to him, Heero looked more like a rebellious child than a professional killer.
"Let him go," Heero said in his best quietly threatening tone.
"Well, now, that's just the thing," Zehn answered, smiling in amusement. Duo cast his glance around the room in an effort to find an escape route, but clearly Zehn had already thought of that. The windowless room had tiny, tiny air vents, too small for even a 90-pound Gundam pilot to squeeze through. Other than that, the room was comfortably, even luxuriously appointed. A huge bed covered with white silk and satin dominated the decor, but there were also several comfortable, elegant chairs, a velvet-covered footstool and a large dining table. Small tables scattered around the edges of the room had probably held small knickknacks or objets d'art, but were now bare - in fact, there was nothing that could be used as a weapon of any kind, unless he were to break a table and use its legs as blunt instruments. Duo looked back at Zehn after a moment, and noticed that the man wore a chain around his neck, and from that chain dangled three keys. Probably the key to the shackles, Duo mused. Being free of the shackles would be good.
"That's just the thing," Zehn was saying. "I could let him go... but you'd have to give me something in return."
"What do you mean?" Heero asked, his voice quiet and dead, as if he knew where this was going and merely wanted to hear it out loud. Duo gaped in astonishment as Zehn bent over to caress along Heero's cheek before forcing his chin up so that furious cobalt blue eyes met his own.
"Well, let's see now," Zehn said, a predatory smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Duo shuddered - there was something about the way that man was smiling...
"You can't give me your Gundams, because you carelessly neglected to bring them with you. You certainly don't have enough money to buy your way out of here. I think the only thing you could offer that I might possibly be interested in would be... your body."
"WHAT?!?" Duo yelped. Zehn let go of Heero's chin and walked over to where the long-haired pilot stood bound, and gently pulled Duo's braid out from behind him to drape it over one shoulder. Heero looked furious.
"He's a pretty one," Zehn commented idly, slowly running one hand down Duo's chest to tease along the waistband of his trousers.
"Hey! You cut that out!" Duo bellowed, jerking violently at his chains. Without a word, Zehn's hand rose to slap him across the face, hard, and while Duo was still stunned the man smoothly slipped a gag over his mouth, forcing it between his teeth as Duo tried to speak again.
"He's not very well-behaved, though," Zehn said, lightly patting Duo's cheek and ignoring the pilot's murderous glare. He turned to walk over to Heero again, and Duo noticed for the first time that Heero's shackles were actually attached to the floor. Heero hadn't risen from his knees because he couldn't.
"Will you buy his freedom?" Zehn asked teasingly.
"I have your word of honor you'll let him go?"
"My word of honor," Zehn said, his smile taking on a triumphant light as Duo thrashed in his chains and Heero refused to meet his eyes.
"Then do whatever you want with me," Heero said at last, his eyes still downcast. If Zehn had offered to kill Duo, Heero probably could have bluffed his way out of the situation... but if it boiled down to a choice between which of them would bear Zehn's lust, Heero knew he could handle it better than Duo. He had never seen the irrepressible, obnoxious... adorable boy cry, and he never hoped to.
"Your virginity for his freedom," Zehn said, moving behind Heero to place a possessive hand across his shoulder. "A fair trade." Heero shuddered silently as Zehn moved the velvet footstool over to him and forced it under his arms until his body was draped across it. This wasn't going to be pleasant.
"Let him go," Heero said.
"No, first you do your part of the bargain. Then I'll do mine." Heero closed his eyes, his face heating in a humiliated blush as Zehn pulled his tight shorts down. He hadn't known Duo would be there to see... against his volition, his eyes rose, and he saw that Duo's eyes were closed and his face turned away.
Heero grunted in surprise as Zehn nudged his knees apart, but gave no other reaction as the man's huge erection drove into him suddenly and began pumping forcefully, pushing him against the soft velvet fabric. Heero's face was twisted in a grimace, though he was glad that at least Zehn had been merciful enough to use lubrication. It still hurt like hell, but Heero furiously refused to give any outward sign of it. The bastard hadn't even given him the option of dying honorably. At least he could take comfort in knowing that Duo wouldn't have to go through this... and it was only a matter of time before the tables turned. He concentrated on how good it would feel to throttle Zehn with his bare hands...
Zehn grunted, and Heero felt the hot juices flooding into him as the man reached his orgasm. While his manhood was still buried in Heero's tightness, Zehn reached around the boy's body to find that he was still flaccid. That wouldn't do.
"Let him go now," Heero said, his voice too unruffled and commanding for Zehn's tastes.
"Not yet," the man answered, slowly withdrawing from Heero's body, savoring the last shiver of pleasure.
"You gave me your word of honor!"
"But you haven't given me your virginity yet," Zehn argued. Heero froze in shock as the man's hand wrapped around his limp member and began stroking it. "I won't let him go until you give it all up," Zehn said, his hand still stroking Heero's manhood as he pushed a finger into the boy's well-lubricated passage. Heero gasped as Zehn's clever fingers brought his shaft up, the probing digit inside him hitting on a spot that was good, good, good...
Heero thrashed against his bonds in a sudden, desperate attempt to get away, and Zehn smiled, keeping up his deliberate manipulation of the boy's tight body until he felt Heero moving his hips in an irresistible drive. This time when Zehn entered him, Heero groaned, pushing back against Zehn as the tight ring of muscle clenched around him. Zehn's hand stroked the boy's hardened shaft in rhythm as he drove himself over and over into his tight, perfect ass, and Heero whimpered suddenly, his shaft jerking in Zehn's hand as his seed spilled out in a hot rush. With a triumphant grin, Zehn buried himself to the hilt, filling Heero's tight body again and again until he, too, reached the peak, his hands clenching around Heero's hips as his body spasmed in pleasure.
Heero buried his burning face against the velvet fabric, rubbing away a few sudden tears of shame and impotent rage. His face was dry, his eyes clear by the time Zehn pulled out of him for the second time.
"Good boy," Zehn said, giving Heero an amiable slap on the ass and grinning as he growled in response. "That was very nice."
"Let Duo go now," Heero gritted out through clenched teeth. Zehn smiled and rearranged his clothing and Heero's, then crossed the room to where Duo stood chained. Duo's head was turned to the side, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and a deep blush staining his cheeks. Zehn quickly unfastened the shackles, giving the braid a playful tug as Duo pulled the gag out of his mouth.
Duo gave the man a baleful glare, then hurried over to where Heero lay across the footstool, hoping that nobody knew why he was blushing... he had refused to look, out of respect for Heero and a burning jealousy that didn't want to see him with anyone else, but the idea of Zehn touching Heero had an undeniable effect on Duo. He was just glad his trousers were baggy enough to be somewhat concealing.
"Oh, Heero, you didn't have to do it," Duo sighed, kneeling beside the silent pilot. Zehn crossed the room and took one of the keys from his chain, preparing to unlock the door with it. Duo turned and glared at him expectantly.
"So open these already," the long-haired boy said, indicating the shackles that still held Heero in a kneeling position.
"No," Zehn answered simply.
"You gave your word!"
"Oh, but you seem to have misunderstood," Zehn said with another triumphant grin. "I only promised to let you go. I didn't say anything about Heero."
"Get out of here," Heero muttered, trying to burn holes through Zehn with his dark glare.
"Heero-"
"Duo, I said go!"
"I'm not leaving you here!"
"Excuse me," Zehn said, smiling again as both boys glared at him murderously. Such pretty boys... "I might be willing to bargain with you."
"You mean if I let you... do stuff, you'll let him go? Fine," Duo said, stalking over to stand in front of Zehn, his hands balled up into fists at his sides as he glared up at him furiously. His head barely came up to Zehn's chest, and the difference in height only made him feel more small and helpless, a feeling he despised. He took a deep breath and steeled himself. It would all be over soon, and then he and Heero could leave... "Let's get this over with," he said with all the bravado he could muster.
Zehn laughed. "No, you can't buy Heero's freedom. He's far too dangerous, and I enjoyed his sweet little body far too much for me to just turn him loose. You can, however, spare him from having to pleasure my men."
"WHAT?!?" both boys cried in horror. Zehn merely smiled.
"Duo, get the hell out of here," Heero said at last.
"My men have been so looking forward to a chance to get their hands on a Gundam pilot," Zehn commented idly.
"Duo, get out now, and that's an order."
"What do I have to do to make you leave Heero alone?" Duo sighed in resignation, sparing one apologetic glance for Heero as Zehn quickly crossed the room to tie a gag around his mouth, effectively stopping him from interrupting.
"Well, now, I'm glad to see you can be reasoned with," Zehn said cheerfully. "Although... you don't have anything precious like a virgin body to bargain with, do you?"
Duo glared at him venomously. "I'm not a virgin," he snarled.
"Then you'll have to give me something extra special to protect your beloved Heero. Let me think... I know!" And Zehn all but danced over to one of the small tables, which held a white box. "You can wear this, and dance for me."
"You expect me to dance for you?" Duo yelled, his face reddening in fury.
"Well, I've already satisfied my basic urges," Zehn said, his tone of voice indicating that he was reasoning with a small child. "And you don't even have your virginity to offer me. So if I'm to make this deal with you at all, you'll have to provide some stimulation for me."
"Or?"
"Or your pretty little Heero will provide stimulation for my men."
"Shit," Duo muttered.
"And you'll watch your language," Zehn said threateningly.
"You watch your own fucking language," Duo snapped, snatching the box out of Zehn's hands.
"Hn," Zehn said, and unlocked the door. Two big men stood guard there, and at Zehn's orders they quickly shackled Heero's hands behind his back and carried him away, laughing as he kicked and cursed into the gag.
"You go ahead and put on the outfit, and I'll be back in ten minutes," Zehn said. "Remember, Heero's well-being depends on your good behavior."
Duo glared at the door as it closed with a soft, final snick of the lock sliding home. Too-small vents, no windows... and Heero locked away somewhere. In pure frustration, Duo slammed the stupid white box down on the bed and ripped it open.
Lavender filmy fabric and satin and sequins met his horrified gaze. Zehn expected him to dress up in... a harem outfit? With a curse, Duo flung the box, garments and all, against the door and stalked back and forth, his braid flailing behind him as he angrily paced. Damn, damn, damn. How was he going to get out of this? Then he remembered Zehn's promise about Heero. He couldn't get out of this. He'd die to protect Heero, if that's what it took. With a sigh of mingled resignation and disgust, Duo picked up the stupid box and the stupid clothes and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Zehn walked back into the room a few minutes later and stared in incredulous fury. The boy was still clad in his priestly outfit.
"So, you decided to defy me after all."
"I have the damn thing on. I didn't say I wouldn't put my own clothes on top."
"You'd better take your own clothes back off again in pretty short order. I expect to see you in your new finery. Or did you forget that Heero-"
"I haven't forgotten, you bastard!"
"Hn. Are you ready to dance, then?' Zehn asked with a raised eyebrow. Duo merely glared at him as he locked the door again and slowly walked over to the far wall. A panel slid open as the man touched it, and Duo filed the information away for possible future use. Any access to the electrical systems in this place could be a good thing...
Soft music suddenly filled the room, and Duo sighed inwardly. Access to the stereo system probably wouldn't help him escape. The music was subtle, sensual... Zehn was staring at him, obviously waiting for him to begin. Just do this for Heero, Duo told himself. He couldn't dance with Zehn's eyes boring into him. Nervously, Duo closed his own eyes and began to sway. He knew he was a good dancer. He'd just imagine that he was dancing for... well, Heero, for example. It couldn't hurt to think about Heero. His steely eyes, the tiniest ghost of what might some day be a smile...
Duo started to dance, his movements fluid and graceful, his braid following the undulating patterns as he glided around the room. With a hint of a devilish grin, he started to unbutton the black shirt, thinking of how surprised Heero would be... not that you'd be able to tell from looking at him. Heero never showed surprise.
The black shirt fluttered to the ground, and Duo spun, feeling the heavy weight of his braid brushing across bare midriff as it wrapped around him and then fell away. The pants were next, and Duo slowly ground his hips as he slid them off, and then he was clad in nothing but the lavender finery. His cheeks flaming suddenly, he began to spin again, his breath coming a little quicker as the music sped up, and his feet flew as he kept up with the demanding rhythm. The music slowed again after a few minutes, and he returned to the sensual, flowing pattern, his braid brushing against his thinly-clad bottom, his whole body gliding in one smooth-
A large hand suddenly pressed against his stomach, pulling him backward into a tight embrace. He felt Zehn's hard body pressed up against him, his erection grinding against him through the filmy fabric of the harem outfit, Zehn's other hand sliding down between his legs and groping him... Duo froze, suddenly terrified. Zehn was trying to force his hips to continue their slow grind, and Duo resisted, pulling away. The man squeezed him hard, and Duo yelped in pain and tore free, his hands shooting down to cup the aching softness between his legs as he scrambled away from Zehn. His escape was stopped short by Zehn's grip on his braid.
"Ow!" Duo cried, one hand rising to hold his hair close to the scalp as Zehn yanked him viciously over to the bed. "Son of a bitch!" Duo staggered off-balance right into the edge of the bed and fell across it face first, and the man was on top of him before he even had a chance to think about moving.
"You have a foul mouth, little Gundam pilot," Zehn muttered through clenched teeth.
"Go to hell!" Duo spat. "You sick motherfu-" Zehn cut him off by forcing a gag into his mouth, his full weight easily keeping the slender boy pinned to the bed. Ah, these Gundam boys. So deadly and fierce in their Mobile Suits, and so sweetly helpless outside of them...
Zehn leaned over to open the drawer in the bedside table, and Duo bucked suddenly, throwing him off. In one swift motion, the boy rolled away and almost made it over the other side of the bed... but Zehn still had his fist wrapped around the long braid, and Duo only succeeded in hurting himself again as the man pulled him back over by the hair. After a brief, desperate, futile struggle, Zehn had the boy's hands bound firmly behind his back. He paused a moment to smirk at Duo, his hair lusciously rumpled, his cheeks flaming over the edge of the white gag, his violet eyes snapping with high emotion...
"Now, first we'll have to address your use of foul language," Zehn said, ignoring the fact that Duo was still shouting into the gag. "Then we'll see about your part of the bargain. You did want me to spare your Heero, right?" Duo quieted and closed his eyes in resignation, his hands still fitfully trying to pull loose from their binding. He didn't dare try to pull away from Zehn again - his scalp ached from having his hair pulled so forcefully, and he had no reason to think Zehn was going to loosen his grip on the long braid. Zehn's weight settled on the bed next to him, and he braced himself, certain that whatever it was Zehn had done to Heero, this was it. His turn.
Duo's eyes flew wide open as Zehn hauled him across his lap and pulled the flimsy harem pants down. Zehn couldn't possibly be thinking of-
The first slap of Zehn's big, hard hand on his bare bottom infuriated Duo more than it hurt. How dare he? In all his life, nobody had ever spanked Duo Maxwell, not ever! He had been too quick for the merchants who would have relished the chance, and his beloved Father Maxwell had raised him with tolerance and loving guidance...
Duo squirmed, stifling the desire to curse into the gag, his wrists chafing in their bonds as he struggled to pull them free. His legs flailed uselessly as Zehn started spanking him in earnest, the blows raining down on his upturned backside until the pain started to take precedence over his outraged dignity. Zehn paused a moment, pulled Duo up and looked at the boy's furious face before throwing him back over his knee and resuming the punishment. Duo fumed silently. So the man was waiting for him to cry? Well, he'd have to wait a long damn time, then. Duo couldn't even remember the last time he had cried... and this was only pain. It would take more than mere pain to humble Duo Maxwell.
Zehn grimaced as his hand started to smart. The stubborn boy's bottom was bright pink and hot to the touch, and he knew that had to be painful, yet Duo continued to silently glare his defiance at every opportunity. Zehn stopped for a moment, kneading the reddened flesh deeply and smiling in some satisfaction as Duo groaned quietly. So he was feeling it, after all.
With a sudden inspiration, Zehn pushed the boy aside, keeping the end of the long braid firmly wrapped around his fist, and looked again in the bedside table, smirking in vicious delight as he found what he was looking for. He waved the paddle in front of Duo's wide eyes, and pulled him back over again, enjoying the boy's brief renewed struggle.
The first smack of the paddle made Duo squeak, but he managed to stifle his groans after that. Zehn paddled him for what seemed an eternity, occasionally stopping to caress his burning buttocks, commenting on what a pretty shade of red they were turning... Duo's face burned with humiliation, but his eyes remained dry. His entire backside and the backs of his thighs were nothing but agony to him, the flesh screaming at him with every swing of the paddle. He couldn't help but squirm with each blow, struggling to evade it somehow or soften the impact. Zehn's erection pressed against his side, and Duo writhed on the man's knee, hopelessly trying to keep away from the jutting shaft of flesh and at the same time to escape the paddle.
At last Zehn stopped, and laid the paddle aside, caressing the tortured flesh and smiling at Duo's suppressed whimper. It would have to be good enough. Maybe the little pilot wasn't capable of tears. There was one more thing he wanted to do, though, while he had the boy in this sweet, vulnerable position... while his skin was so sensitive to the slightest touch...
Duo gasped as Zehn pulled his head back, and he felt the silky ends of his braid trailing over his aching backside before the length of hair lashed at him softly... and his eyes filmed over suddenly with tears, and the unbelievable shame, the sheer fucking humiliation of being whipped with his own prized hair made the tears spill over at last.
Duo hadn't cried in years, and his sobs were not the quiet subdued gasps of a man who had spent a lifetime learning how to swallow tears. No, his tears were as honest and straightforward as any child's, and he wailed uncontrollably, crying at last for all the grief he had known, all the pain, all the death... Heero...
Zehn whipped him with the silky braid for several long minutes, smiling victoriously at last, then moistening his finger he pried the boy's buttocks apart and thrust it in... and Duo squealed at the sudden new pain, his body tensing at the intrusion. Zehn quickly withdrew the finger and threw the boy onto the bed face-up.
"You lied to me," Zehn in a soft, dangerous voice as he pulled the gag away.
"I never lie," Duo sniffled.
"You said you weren't a virgin."
"I'm not!" Duo said hotly, his lower lip trembling as the last of his tears trickled down his cheeks. Lovely.
"You've been with a man before?"
"No! Don't be gross!" Duo snapped. "I've been with girls. Lots of girls. I am NOT a virgin."
Zehn struggled to hide his amused smile, and Duo saw both the smile and the effort to hide it, and it made him despise the man even more.
"Well, in the sense that I would have an interest in you, you are indeed still a virgin. Just think, two pretty virgin boys in one day," Zehn said with a grin. "You do indeed have something precious to bargain with, pretty Duo. I think I'll take my time with you, though... you do know that by cooperating you're protecting your Heero?"
"Yes," Duo snarled, jerking his face away as Zehn reached out to brush the tears from his cheeks.
"Then kiss me."
Duo stared up incredulously, certain that he hadn't heard right, but then Zehn leaned in, his hands gripping the sides of Duo's face to keep him still, and then his hot, slimy mouth covered Duo's. Duo grunted in disgust, but Zehn held him fast, one large hand forcing Duo's jaw down. As soon as the boy's mouth opened, Zehn forced his tongue in, and Duo all but retched, writhing violently against the soft bedding in a futile effort to escape the revolting kiss. Zehn pulled back at last, and Duo spat. With a furious snarl, the man slapped him hard enough to snap his head to the side. He continued slapping Duo, first on one cheek and then the next, till the boy lay still underneath him.
"You would be wise not to insult me," Zehn muttered. The mood was spoiled now, at any rate. He didn't just want Duo to quietly endure his attentions - he wanted to force him to enjoy it, as Heero had. His victory wouldn't be complete until he had made them both beg him for it...
Zehn got up and opened the door, leaving Duo on the bed in a pained heap. His face smarted, his bottom hurt, his arms were starting to ache from being tied behind him. Duo closed his eyes and waited, wondering if Zehn was going to find an audience for whatever he was planning next.
"Fetch the other Gundam pilot and bring him here," the man said. Duo's eyes snapped open in astonishment. Not Heero! He could bear anything but having Heero be a witness to his shame! A few minutes later the two guards dragged Heero back into the room and tied him spread eagled on the huge bed. Duo blushed in humiliation as Heero's eyes lit on him in the stupid harem outfit. If it were possible to die of embarrassment, he'd be a goner for sure...
"I just thought I'd remind you of what was at stake here," Zehn said. "You rest for a little while, then I'll come back... and you will cooperate with everything I ask of you." At that, the man and guards stalked out of the room, leaving Heero and Duo alone.
End Part One
***Yup, that's all for the moment, but obviously there's still a lot of story left to tell. ^_~ The similarity between Zechs's name and Zehn's was totally unintentional... It wasn't until I typed in "Zehn" and wrote "Zechs" by mistake that I realized... *^_^* Anyway, aside from the fact that both are Oz officers, the two are completely unrelated. *^_^*
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