Jul 2, 2000
Howdy! ^_~ Here comes part two of this... uh... weird story. *^_^* Here's where it starts heading in a darkish direction, just so you know. <:) I hope I don't really need to warn you that the story as a whole is 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 (it's in there! *^_^*), 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. ^_~ On with the story!
Duo waited until the lock snicked closed before he started moving. Heero watched him, his blue eyes piercingly intent as the slender boy writhed on the bed in an unconsciously sensual display, slowly working his bound arms down around his hips and then pulling his legs through. Duo offered his friend a brave grin as he rolled his aching shoulders, and then he started working at the cloth around his wrists with his teeth. He moved to untie Heero's bonds, and then paused.
"I..." Duo whispered, his mouth gone suddenly dry as the gagged boy stared up at him in trepidation. "I might never get another chance... and I've always wanted to..."
Heero thrashed violently against his bonds as Duo moved in, his slender body feline and graceful in the filmy harem garb, his silky braid falling across his shoulder to trail along Heero's legs as he crawled closer, an almost predatory light gleaming in his bright eyes. The silent boy glared helplessly, swallowing hard at the idea that his best friend would do it to him, too... and Duo lay down beside Heero and wrapped slender arms around him, and hugged him tight.
"I might never get another chance, and I've always wanted to hold you," Duo whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry, Heero. I'm no better than he is, doing this against your will, but I've wanted to hold you ever since the first day I met you and I, and I... I know you'll hit me for doing this, and never forgive me..." Heero's eyes widened as he felt a hot tear slipping down along the crease of his neck. Duo crying?
"Heero..." Duo whispered at last, hugging him tighter and pressing his cheek against the silent boy's chest, listening to the thrumming of his heart. "I'm sorry, Heero..." Duo froze as the cord binding one of Heero's wrists snapped, and he tensed expectantly, certain that Heero was going to hit him now... and Heero's free hand landed gently across his shoulders and hugged him back.
Duo buried his face between Heero's chest and his own arm and just stayed there for a long moment, knowing that he should be busy untying his partner before Zehn came back.
"Heero?" Duo mumbled, but the question he wanted to ask wouldn't come out; the words caught in his throat. The warmth of Heero's arm pulled away as the silent boy tore the gag from his mouth, and Duo shivered slightly.
"Duo, untie me."
"Heero, I... I wanted to ask..." Duo got up and started pulling at the knots. "I..."
"Ask." Heero flexed his now-free arm and sat up to help Duo untie his legs.
"I... was wondering if you... if you might consider..." Heero grabbed the boy, forcing him to raise his chin. Duo's eyes were closed, the lashes a dark fringe against his blushing cheeks.
"What is it?" Heero asked.
"I don't want Zehn to be my first," Duo whispered at last, his face scarlet with shame. Heero stared at him in silence for a moment before pulling him into a tight embrace, allowing Duo to hide his expression. Damn Zehn! Damn him to everlasting Hell for putting them in this position! There was no escape, and he was Duo's only other option...
"I thought you had already..." Heero's voice trailed off in embarrassment as Duo tensed and shook his head silently.
"Only with girls," the long-haired boy admitted, his muscles so tense he was beginning to tremble. Heero's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Are you sure you want me to-"
"Please," Duo whispered, pressing against Heero's warmth with a shiver. "Please, as a friend. I can't stop what will happen but I at least don't want him to be my first."
Heero sighed, and pushed Duo away enough to look into trusting violet eyes. He could almost laugh at the irony of it all. After months of suppressed desire, Duo was offering him the one thing he wanted most - but only in order to thwart at least part of his enemy's wishes. If only Duo wanted him...
"I'll try not to hurt you," Heero said simply, and Duo nodded, closing his eyes fearfully and wondering just how bad it would hurt. If only Heero weren't approaching this so clinically...
Heero reached out and unfastened the little cropped top of the harem outfit, and Duo's eyes flew open again as the silent boy pushed the fabric aside, his fingertips gently brushing over pale nipples.
"Heero..." Duo whispered, his eyes round with surprise and the beginning of a deeper emotion as Heero gently pinched and rolled the stiffening points of flesh and then bent to tease them with his mouth. Heero pressed Duo back against the pillows, the silky length of the long braid winding luxuriously across his bare chest before Heero brushed it aside, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary on the soft plait before moving to the waistband of the filmy harem pants.
Duo flinched as the fabric slid over the abraded flesh of his backside, and without a word Heero flipped him over and stared in astonishment, pressing one strong hand in the small of Duo's back to hold him still. Duo tensed again, burying his face in his arms as he felt Heero tracing a finger delicately across his sore bottom.
"That bastard," Heero growled. "I'll kill him." Duo opened his eyes again, twisting to see Heero's face. Heero wasn't laughing.
"Please..." Duo whispered, and Heero's eyes met his for one long, serious moment. There wasn't time to waste, but he vowed that some day, somehow, Zehn would pay. Heero quickly went to the bedside table, grabbing up the tube of lubricant he had suspected would be there. Duo was staring at him in wide-eyed trepidation as Heero quickly moistened his fingers and climbed back on the bed beside him.
"Just try to relax," Heero said, and as gently as possible he parted Duo's buttocks, pressing one slick finger into the boy's tight heat as Duo squirmed uncomfortably.
"Un... Heero..." Duo said uncertainly, and then the probing digit hit on a spot that felt really, really good...
A sudden crashing noise was the only warning they had as the wall at the head of the bed collapsed inward into a pile of rubble. Heero wrapped one arm around Duo's bare waist and rolled them both over the far edge of the bed, bearing the brunt of the impact and protecting Duo with his own body as debris rained down on them. The two boys gaped in surprise to see a Gundam's giant hand pulling away.
"Sandrock!" Duo cried, and scrambled across the floor, scooping up his black clothes as Sandrock stooped over to look into the room.
"I found them," Quatre's voice announced as the Gundam straightened, allowing the hatch in its chest to draw level with the room. Duo half-tumbled as he tried to draw his pants on and run at the same time, and as soon as Sandrock's hatch opened, both boys took a flying leap to safety.
"Boy, are we glad to see you!" Duo said, grinning at Quatre as Sandrock's hatch started to close again. Heero drew the long-haired boy close against him as Quatre nodded in reply. Sandrock's cabin was small enough when there was only one boy inside it, and it would be a challenge piloting the Gundam in such close quarters.
Duo turned to look back at his former prison and his grin widened even more as he saw Zehn and two guards furiously charging into the room. Duo couldn't resist the urge to pull a face and yell "Bee-dah!" as Sandrock's door closed.
"Get us out of here," Heero said urgently, and Sandrock took off. Duo struggled to maintain his balance, and from the corner of his eye he noticed Heero surreptitiously wiping slippery lubricant onto the leg of his shorts. Damn. He couldn't decide whether Quatre's timing had been terrific or horrible.
Sandrock lurched suddenly, and Duo skidded across the small floor space and slammed against Heero, who quickly looped one iron-strong arm around the boy's bare waist.
"Hang on!" Quatre cried, preparing to defend himself against the mechs that were pursuing them. "It's going to get bumpy!"
Duo noted that Heero had a grip on a metal tube in the cabin wall, so after a moment's consideration he wrapped his own arms around Heero's waist, grateful that the dim lighting in the cabin would conceal his blush.
"Looks like you found the only handhold," Duo commented, then held on for dear life as Sandrock ducked and dodged. It was different riding than piloting a Gundam himself - when he was at the controls, nothing phased Duo... but he actually felt more than a little motion sickness as the cabin swooped and rolled. At least it distracted him from Heero's warm, powerful arm wrapped around him and his own state of partial undress.
"Shit," Quatre muttered, and Sandrock lurched again in an effort to dodge incoming missiles. Duo grinned irrepressibly because the blond so rarely cursed, but Sandrock's sudden motion snatched the grin from his face as he clapped one hand over his mouth. Heero seemed totally unaffected, watching with an unruffled, calm air as Heavyarms appeared in the vidscreen, blasting clear a path for Quatre to bring his passengers through.
"Arigato, Trowa!" Quatre called cheerfully, and the solemn face of Heavyarms' pilot appeared in the vidscreen.
"Let's get out of here," Trowa said simply, and sent a barrage of firepower so fierce that Zehn's men were forced to fall back. Nobody messed with Quatre when Trowa was around.
"Before Zehn gets to his Mobile Suit," Duo muttered, clenching his teeth as his stomach heaved. He just prayed this miserable trip would end before he was forced to disgrace himself all over Quatre's Gundam.
"Guys, I don't know how to thank you," Duo said, throwing himself into one of the recliner chairs with a relieved sigh. He didn't think he'd ever been so glad to set foot on solid land... "You really saved my bacon!"
"You two should have known we'd come looking for you," Quatre said with a smile as he seated himself on the couch. As safe houses went, this wasn't the most luxurious place they'd ever lived... but it was comfortable and serviceable. It would certainly do.
"Haven't seen Wufei," Trowa mumbled.
"But there was nothing to indicate that he'd self-destructed," Quatre was quick to add. "I'm sure he's fine."
"Yeah, he's like a cat," Duo yawned. "Lands on his feet."
"Hn," Heero commented with his customary eloquence, then stalked over to the computer and set about accessing the system to check for new orders. Duo quickly averted his gaze when he realized he was staring at Heero's tense, muscular back. Damn. They had come so close...
Duo knew that Heero's bad temper wasn't directed at him personally. Heero was probably pissed over being caught, and definitely pissed about what had happened with Zehn. Duo sighed heavily. Heero had said something about not wanting to hurt him, maybe Heero was hurt. Maybe he was ashamed, the way Duo had been...
"Let's eat!" Duo said suddenly, deliberately interrupting his own train of thought. Trowa and Quatre followed him to the kitchen to help with dinner, and Heero ignored them - a fact which surprised no-one.
They were just putting the food on the table when someone knocked at the door. All four of the house's occupants froze, four pairs of eyes fixed on the door as one, four gleaming gun barrels pointing at the offending portal. Wufei wouldn't have knocked.
After a long, long pause, Duo and Trowa stealthily crossed to either side of the door while Heero and Quatre covered them from sheltered positions. At Duo's signal, Trowa flung the door open -
-and there was nobody there. A white envelope addressed to Duo lay on the doormat, but there was no sign of whoever had left it. Duo and Trowa glared out into the gathering gloom of evening before locking the house back up again.
"Here," Trowa said, handing over the envelope. "It's light."
Duo took the envelope, noting that it certainly wasn't heavy enough to contain any kind of explosive device or weapon. Very carefully he peeled the envelope apart... and all four boys stared in dumbfounded horror at the lock of silky black hair it contained.
"Wu-" Duo gasped. It was undoubtedly Wufei's ponytail; cut from his head with the black cord still binding it tightly. "Oh, shit," Duo muttered.
End Part Two
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