Chapter 12 / 20
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Wufei was very, very upset. VERY VERY UPSET. Heero had walked out of the bedroom, and calmly handed Wufei a crumbled ball of paper. Wufei frowned slightly, curious as to the meaning of this strange act. He smoothed out the piece of paper. He then proceeded to swear very violently.
"This means he's captured or dead, doesn't it?" he demanded of the frustratingly calm Japanese pilot. Heero nodded and continued cleaning his gun. Wufei swore and stomped towards the door, snagging his sword on the way.
"Don't. Stop." Heero said, looking up.
Wufei raged. "WHY IN THE SEVEN BLOODY HELLS NOT?!?!??!?!" he screamed, seemingly ready to rip off Heero's leg and beat him with it, should an acceptable response not be given posthaste.
"Quatre stayed there alone. He is gone. Duo went there alone. He is gone. If you go there alone, you might end up gone as well. Besides, we have a mission. Trowa and I COULD manage it, but it would be more efficient if the three of us..."
"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING DEAD RAT'S ASS ABOUT THE FUCKING MISSION! THE ONLY ONE I EVER LOVED COULD BE BEING BEATEN AND TORTURED OR DEAD AND...and..." Wufei silenced himself quite rapidly, hoping Heero hadn't caught his slip. The Japanese pilot gave no indication that he had heard or not heard, and it was only a matter of seconds before Wufei had ran out the door, slamming it behind him. Heero stood to go after him, but remembered the mission. Missions took priority...didn't they?...
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Duo's head rolled loosely on his neck, his mind not functioning properly. Time had become inconsequential. All that was left was he, Quatre, and the blinding pain that was streaking through his body with each thrust Taulis delivered.
He had been lying on the floor, wishing Quatre would wake up, when the door had slid open to admit the raven-haired OZ soldier. He beckoned to Duo, who set Quatre down carefully and headed over. He was barely containing his rage; he wanted nothing more than to KILL this soldier. Kill him for hurting Quatre. Kill him for giving him that LOOK. Kill him for no reason other than he was the last piece of the mission he had been given a while ago.
He didn't, however, get to kill Taulis. The OZ soldier led him towards the wall, from which dangled another chain. He looped it around the chain of the cuffs, which forced Duo to keep his arms mostly above his head. The red, hazy rage that had been ripping through Duo's mind was sliced by the sound of a zipper. His violet eyes widened, and he became a ball of energy, fighting for all he was worth to escape. He was knocked off his feet to fall, jolting his arms roughly, as Taulis whacked him on the head.
"Play nice, Duo-koibito."
"I'm not your fuckin’ koibito! Let me go! NOW!" Duo yelled, twisting hard.
Taulis's voice became cold and bloodcurdling. "You are whatever the hell I say you are. Don't make me punish you like I did him." The motion to Quatre's barely alive form went unnoticed, but the implication was more than enough. Duo froze, and choked back a sharp retort. He resumed his struggling when he felt the hands pulling at his pants. But, it was useless, and the only thing he gained was another blow to the head.
"You're all so violent. Tsk..."
"What are you going to do?" Duo asked, knowing it was a stupid question, knowing the answer, but hoping against hope.
"I'm going to break you." Taulis said in a voice that chilled Duo to the core of his soul, and then the OZ pilot was on him, slamming his monstrous, swollen erection into Duo's tight body. Duo let out a keening wail of sheer pain as Taulis began his torment.