11-Jun-2000
Title: Reclaiming Quatre
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Various
Warnings: A thinly veiled excuse for LEMONade. Zechs completely OOC.
Possibly other characters OOC
Spoilers: Series
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the
copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
Notes: This is set in an Alternate Universe. The premise is the same as the
original series universe up to a point. The point is that at the time of
the final confrontation between White Fang and the Alliance (and the
Gundams), Libra's big cannon goes out of whack and instead of ramming Earth
with Libra, Zechs decides on an extended guerilla war with Earth.
Peacemillion becomes the base for a small group from the Colonies opposing
White Fang, including (of course) the Gundam pilots. This has been dragging
on for some weeks. Things have gotten a bit weird. Zechs is totally out
there in this one, we know, we're sorry, sort of, and we'll try to make it
up to him. He's just so pretty... This is NOT an epic!! Just may have a
couple more parts after this.
This includes flashbacks, indicated with / / / / / / / / / dividers.
The first part is very dark and angsty, the last half is a bit ridiculous.
IMPORTANT: Though it appears they might, NOBODY DIES. Promise.
As with all our fics so far, while our goal is to stay as in character as
possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short
or long.
It would have been very difficult for someone to get onto the large, beautiful ship known as the Peacemillion without being detected. The ship was the main headquarters of the tiny Colonials Against White Fang movement, and it had been rigged with every security device they could manage, as well as having someone watching the monitors practically 24/7.
It would have been damn near impossible... but someone had done it. Heero Yuy saw the telltales in the system logs that showed a port opening and closing when no one that he could track down would admit to being in that sector of the ship. He'd done every scan he could and detected no bombs, unaccounted-for weapons or anything that would indicate sabotage. But there was one extra life sign for a human that shouldn't have been there. Unfortunately some of the repairs from the last battle with White Fang had not been completed and he could not pin down anything more.
Finally, Heero realized he needed rest or at least a shower to keep going. He headed back to his cabin, which adjoined Duo's, and was across the hallway from the ones occupied by Trowa and Wufei. He opened the cabin hatch and realized something was wrong - the room was dark, and he usually left the lights on unless he was sleeping. In the darkness he could see a small shape as if someone were sitting on his bed.
Heero frowned, but moved forward as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
He stumbled over a crumpled spacesuit in the floor.
"K'so," he muttered then moved to the bed, removing his gun and aiming it at the shadow. "Name," he said, evenly.
"Heero... it's me," the soft familiar voice said shakily.
Heero let out a small sound and pointed the gun towards the ceiling and away from the bed. Moving quickly, he put the gun away and got on the bed. "Quatre!" he said, taking the blond pilot by the shoulders and pulling him against his chest. "You're back. You escaped? Is Zechs dead?" he asked all in a rush as relief overtook him.
Quatre trembled in his grip. Heero heard a soft, almost bitter laugh. "No... he's not dead. And I didn't escape. He let me go."
"Huh?" Heero said, pulling Quatre back. Something was wrong. He could tell. "So what happened? Why did he take you in the first place?"
Quatre made another small sound like that strange laugh. "He thought... he said he was going to stop the resistance movement by cutting off the head... I told him that killing me or capturing me wouldn't make that much difference - that you all would keep fighting until White Fang gave up or was destroyed. Heero, I didn't... I didn't tell him anything, any codes or positions. But it was... mainly because he didn't... ask."
Heero's frown deepened. "Then what the hell did he want?" Heero asked.
Quatre moved restlessly. "I just told you... he thought... he thought I was more important than I am, I guess... I was very glad when I realized that he was wrong. I know that all of you will keep fighting. If you don't, the Colonies will simply become White Fang's supplier of armaments and death, to continue terrorizing the Earth."
"Of course, we'll keep fighting," Heero said, "But Quatre, it sounds like you're not going to do the same. Why is that?"
"H-heero, I need... I want to ask you to do something for me. It's very important," Quatre said breathlessly. "I know you are my friend. I know I can trust you. Will you do what I ask?"
"Yes... of course I will. What is it?" Heero said, getting a very bad feeling.
Quatre breathed an audible sigh of relief and Heero could see his shoulders relax in the near-darkness. "Thank you... I want... you to kill me."
For a moment, Heero did not think he had heard the right words. He looked up at Quatre. "Why, Quatre?" he asked, "What do you want..." Suddenly, Heero stopped as the tone in Quatre's voice became clear. Something had happened to Quatre. "Zechs dies," he said.
Quatre sighed softly. "He's... he's crazy Heero. But like a fox. You know what he can be like - he's ruthless because he believes himself to be right. His... his plan was to... break me. I'm glad it won't make a difference but... he succeeded," Quatre said, his voice catching. "I can't... I don't want anyone else to know about this. I trust you, Heero. Please don't tell them. Let them think I died escaping or that Zechs killed me, or whatever makes sense. I can't bear to be... a burden on you and I... would be. This is... best."
Heero shook his head at the words. The thought of a world without Quatre Winner was too cold a world to think about trying to live in. Yet, even as tears spilled over his cheeks and all energy drained from his body at losing his precious friend, a part of him... understood. The Perfect Soldier began calculations against Heero's will.
"I can't... do it myself..." Quatre admitted, with that little sound, between a laugh and a noise of self-derision. "I tried... before I came here... but I don't have the courage."
Reaching up, Heero brushed the tears from his face roughly. He then reached out for Quatre, pulling the blond pilot against him. "I love you, Quatre," he whispered against Quatre's ear. "I'll do it."
Quatre gasped, and put his arms around Heero's neck, clinging to him. His body began to shake as he cried tears of relief. "Thank you," he whispered. "I knew you'd help me, Heero. I can't... I couldn't face... T-trowa.... I just couldn't..." his head moved back and forth against Heero's shoulder, in painful, repeated denial.
Heero took a deep breath and leaned he and Quatre back against the bed. The gun in his hand seemed heavy, but it was at the ready. 'Not yet,' he thought. 'Take a little time.' He sighed. "Let's take a few minutes," he said to Quatre, "I never asked you how you'd... How do you want it done?"
Quatre quieted, leaving his head resting on Heero's shoulder. "I don't care," he said flatly. "I just want it to... stop."
Heero nodded. 'You're just stalling the inevitable,' he thought and the quashed it. "Ok, we can talk about that later. Quatre, tell me what happened... so I can tell the others when they ask. I think it's the best way to go. That way I don't have to try and justify it later."
Quatre whimpered. "I don't want them to know," he whispered. I don't want Trowa to know... did... did Duo.... Duo got back safely, didn't he?"
"Duo's fine," Heero said, remembering the scowl on the braided pilot's face when he was checked over by medical. "He's back and bitchin'," Heero added. "I won't tell them, but I want to know. You understand? If.. if I'm gonna do this..I want to know."
The blond head nodded. "I understand... I'm sorry. I owe you... that..." Quatre took several breaths, trying to steel himself. "He... Zechs... oh Heero, please don't think I'm too weak... he... took me... I never... not even with.... but it didn't stop there," he stopped, with a throb in his voice. "I... I'm not making sense, am I?"
"It's ok, Quatre. You're making sense. Perfect sense. What happened?" Heero said, thinking, 'Zechs is dead meat walking.'
Quatre shuddered slightly, remembering all to vividly. Those memories haunted him every waking minute. Licking his lips, he said, "It wasn't... even... rape by the time he... did it... he... touched me and I felt... I never felt things like that... not that... much... I couldn't... control... my body..."
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
Zechs smiled as the little blond pilot looked up at him with wide, shining aqua eyes. His large hands moved over Quatre's naked body, caressing and touching every contour and curve. Finally, he slid his hand over and around Quatre's swollen cock, holding it with a firm grip."Ummm," Zechs purred, his eyes half-lidded in lust, "Very nice cock, Gundam pilot. Soon, it will belong to me... like you will belong to me. I will show you pleasures you have never known, little Quatre. You will be mine." Leaning down, Zechs kissed Quatre's flat stomach, feeling it tremble beneath him. Slowly, he began stroking Quatre as his long platinum hair caressed the young pilot's chest.
Quatre twisted, pulling futilely at the metal cuffs that bound his wrists above his head on the flat bed surface. He tried to slow his frantic, panting breaths, but could not get control of himself. The knowing touch of Zechs' strong, skilled hand on his organ evoked a combination of fear and pleasure that seemed impossible to ignore or deal with. Quatre had expected beatings, torture, perhaps drugs or mind control. He'd never expected to find himself bound in the bed of the White Fang's legendary leader. He'd never imagined such a thing would even be possible. He remembered hearing once about a boy who was raped, and thought it must be degrading a humiliating beyond description, but this... what was happening was not something he could fight, or even endure. His mouth still burned from the touch of Zechs' lips. Hot kisses had brought him to consciousness before he had time to remember being separated from the others in space, Sandrock mobbed by mobile dolls, fighting until his arms ached only to have more continue to surround him. Then a blast from several weapons hit Sandrock and he'd passed out, praying his teammates had won free.
Nothing prepared him for what was happening now...
'He is so alive!' Zechs thought. He was excited and entranced for the first time in a long time. Looking down the length of Quatre's body, he drank in the sight, committing it to memory. "Now my pilot pet, I want to taste you," he said, hoarsely as he moved down and captured Quatre's hardened shaft in his mouth. 'Zech Merquise, Milliardo Peacecraft officially condemned to hell' he thought and then licked and tasted Quatre with a concentration and focus he usually reserved for a battle. He wanted to taste the forbidden milky essence of the pilot's release. He wanted to feel the intense shame and degradation of the act. At the very least, it would be a welcomed respite from the numbing boredom that had gripped Zechs' soul.
Quatre moaned, still fighting mindlessly to free his wrists, as his body rose under the touch of Zechs' mouth, lips and tongue. It was like nothing he'd even experienced. Quatre was not a prude, he touched himself before and relieved his own urges when it was needed, but this was so... nasty... and wonderful... intense... his muscles tensed and his hips began to rock of their own accord. Yet in his mind, he felt that this was somehow cooperating... he shouldn't be getting any pleasure from it, his body should be cold, his mind should be aloof, his will should be firm, there should be no helpless responding to the wet tongue sliding down his shaft, no moaning from the shuddering sensations filling him, making his breath ragged and his skin burn with heat. Unconsciously, his blond head shook from side to side as the conflict spiraled inside him. "No..." he breathed, no hearing himself. "No..." his voice all but sobbed, with a note of entreaty that would have cracked a heart of stone.
Hearing Quatre's moans, Zechs felt his heart break even as his brain sent signals to his body to step up the pace. He panted as he worked the shaft in and out of his mouth. Reaching down between Quatre's legs, he curled his fingers around the soft sac, massaging it while feeling the cock in his mouth begin to throb in pleasure.
Quatre gasped, and his body writhed under Zechs as he was flooded with further sensations of stimulation and pleasure. He wasn't loosing the fight - there was no fight. He was simply responding to everything Zechs did with instinctive helplessness. He felt the heat build and begin to climb, reaching a peak. Muscles in his legs and hips flexed, jerking his body rhythmically as he cried out wordlessly. Suddenly everything exploded and he screamed, releasing himself to the hot mouth that was tormenting him so intensely.
Zechs felt Quatre's body jerk and took a deep breath. Feeling the warm, salty fluid in his mouth, he held on tightly and swallowed his enemy whole. He felt both punishment and reward as he finally leaned back and turned his head towards Quatre. Stretching out beside him, Zechs wrapped his arms around Quatre's body protectively. Leaning down, he kissed Quatre deeply. "I intend to keep you forever," he said. "Mine."
Quatre trembled, tears drying on his cheeks, his mind incoherent after the shattering climax. He felt the strong arms moving around him and tried to remember that those arms belonged to his enemy. Soft platinum hair fell across his face and ice-blue eyes regarded him. Zechs' mouth found his and without knowing what he was doing or why, Quatre felt his mouth respond, sucking on the tongue that invaded his mouth, feeling so vulnerable... needy... the strong arms seemed to support him and the warm mouth both excited and soothed him. When those ice-blue eyes looked down again and Quatre heard the words, it was like hearing a foreign language. Another pair of eyes opened in his mind, a pair of deep green ones, shadowed by a sweep of soft brown hair. Oh god, what have I... Quatre found the words floating in his mind as if someone had left them there. Trowa... Trowa... it was too late... too late to remember now... to late to deny or fight...
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
Quatre tried to control his tears as the words tumbled out. "Heero... I couldn't... fight..."
Heero's arms closed a little tighter around Quatre's body as his mind thought murder. 'No quarter given, just blam. Right between the eyes,' he thought. "I understand," he said to Quatre, stroking his hair gently.
Quatre lifted his head, shaking it. "No... you can't..." he said, and then laughed that small, strange laugh. "He got inside me... in my... head... changed things.... I'm not the.. the same..."
"But... " Heero was about to protest, and then stopped himself. He had heard enough to know that simply wishing or barraging Quatre with memories of how he used to be would not erase away what experience had taught him. Heero sighed. His heart was heavy and he called upon every resource he could think of to do what he had to do. Mentally, he began making preparations
Heero frowned as other thoughts, thoughts that he could not dismiss as delaying tactics occurred to him. 'But if he 'had' Quatre, why let him go?' he thought. He looked down at the blond boy resting against his shoulder. "How did you get away? Didn't you say he let you go?" Heero asked. Somehow, the question brought the possibility that perhaps what he had been asked to do, might not have to happen.
Quatre bent his head down, hiding his face. Then he looked up. "Heero..." then he sighed. "It probably won't sound right. I knew he was... lying. He said he... l-loved me. Lies. But he said it over and over, and touched me... I told you... by the time he... did it... I w-wanted him to. I gave up... everything I had... I did... whatever he wanted... I k-kissed him... held him... offered myself..." He forced himself to continue, focusing on the knowledge that it would be over in a while.
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
Quatre moaned, his hands unbound now, lying on his stomach as Zechs penetrated him with deft fingers. The pleasure pulsed, coming again and again as the White Fang leader manipulated Quatre's body, bringing him to the edge, then easing back. "Please..." Quatre moaned. "Please....""Please what?" Zechs said, panting as he looked down at Quatre. His heart raced and his body felt on fire as he drank in every moan and whisper.
"Oooohhh..." Quatre gasped. He tossed his head back, and wide aqua eyes flooded with tears looked back at Zechs in an agony of need. "Please.... help me... make it.... please...." Quatre's hips rose, pushing against the skillful hand.
A smile drew itself across the platinum haired leader's mouth. He withdrew his hand and moved between Quatre's legs. Pulling Quatre's hips up and back, Zech's thrust inside of the warm, tight place with a groan. Sliding his hands around Quatre's hips he began pumping into the blond's body exacting his pleasure.
Quatre screamed as his body was stretched, and a wave of pain moved through him, clearing his mind. What am I...? What am I...doing..... Then his body began to adjust to the intrusion, and suddenly as the hot flesh impaling him began to move, he felt an electric flash of sensation, like the pleasure that Zechs had been causing with his fingers, but more... stronger...
Zechs felt Quatre's body relax around his swollen cock and the smile on his face widened. 'Yes,' he thought, moving faster and deeper. He slammed his body against the blond pilot feeling on the edge of ecstasy and destruction.
Quatre buried his face in the surface of the bed, muffling his cries. When it came it swept through him like a tidal wave, taking every scrap of sanity with it. He thrashed, crying out over and over, and then his body collapsed.
Panting over him, Zechs moved down over Quatre's back. His body shuddered and his hips gave a final thrust into Quatre. Finally, he moved down on the bed. "I love you," he said, weakly.
The soft words were the final insanity. Quatre's mind, broken, shattered, fastened on the middle word. Moving weakly, Quatre tried to curl himself against the solid body of the young man, needing shelter, even if he had to take it with the very person who'd torn him apart. Shaking, his hands moved to try and pull the other against him. I need something to hold on to or I will wash away and cease to be....
Trembling, Zechs felt Quatre's hands and moved towards him. He pulled Quatre against him, holding Quatre against his body protectively.
It wasn't the last time the scene was played out. Zechs stopped binding Quatre's hands, and settled for merely locking the door to his quarters. Quatre seemed to sleep a lot. Each time Zechs returned, he would take the blond again, in many different ways, and each time, Quatre responded more and more naturally. His aqua eyes were always haunted, but he never fought again. And his surrenders were sweet.
And each time, Zechs found himself repeating those lying words... I love you... as they had been repeated to him by the man who had brought him to what he was now. And perhaps, after a while, he believed his own lies.
Quiet and calm, Quatre looked down at the blue-eyed blond. He was spent, resting, and in a while would perhaps dress and go back to the bridge of the Libra to continue his campaign against the resistance. Slowly Quatre had been trying to piece himself back together. He knew he'd done as much as he could. When the beautiful man kissed him and whispered those words again, Quatre was ready.
"Do you really?" he said softly.
Zechs lifted his head, smiling sadly. "Yes," he said.
"Would you do something if I asked you?" Quatre said. Zechs had already done something he'd asked. Three days ago he'd asked Zechs to release Duo and he had done it. Dorothy wasn't happy about it. "Would you do anything I asked?"
A warning flashed in Zechs' mind, but he deliberately ignored it. "Anything, yes," he answered, hearing his mind respond, 'liar.'
"Let me go."
Zechs rose up, feeling everything in his body protest the simple three word statement. 'Liar!' he thought and looked into the aqua blue eyes. Finally, he felt his body sink onto the surface of the bed and back into the darkness. "Fine," he said, but was unable to hide the grief in his tone. He leaned his head against his arm and closed his eyes.
Quatre looked down at Zechs lying there, his eyes closed, pain in his expression. He felt a tug at some part of himself but he'd worked too hard to prepared himself, and he simply stood up, found a shirt on the floor and put it on, and walked around the bed towards the door. As he passed, the trailed fingertips along Zechs's skin, then opened the unlocked door and left. He walked through the ship with only the shirt covering him to the knees. He simply looked through anyone who stopped, and kept going until her found the spacesuits, and carefully put one on. Then he found a small ship and left, expecting every minute to be stopped, or shot, or dragged back to Zechs. He had been on the Libra for five days.
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"Yes," Quatre said. "He let me go. Don't ask me why, Heero. He's not sane. You knew that... but maybe he thought... maybe I'm a better weapon here... that's why... I can't let him use me..."
Heero took another deep breath. He looked down at Quatre as he lowered the gun to the floor. Leaning over, he kissed Quatre deeply, lovingly. "I wanted you to know..." Heero said, "Quatre, I'm not one for a lot of words, but I'm your friend and I love you."
Quatre trembled and responded to the kiss with sudden hunger. He blinked up at Heero, hearing those words again. Reaching up, he pulled Heero's mouth down to his, kissing him desperately. He pressed his body against the other boy, and his arms moved restlessly around his body. Burying his face in Heero's neck he clung tightly. "Heero!" he gasped softly. "Oh Heero... this is what... I've become... I burn... all the time... it won't stop..."
Heero's arms tightened around Quatre's body. He felt tears sting his eyes again and cursed Zechs Merquise for the bastard he was. Sadly, he understood everything. He knew Quatre's shame and humiliation... and he knew how to end it. Reaching into the bedside drawer he picked out two pills. Both induced heavy sleep states and only one killed. 'He deserves to sleep,' Heero thought and handed Quatre one of the pills. "Take this," he said, "It will make you relax and sleep." Hugging Quatre once again, Heero held the blond pilot in his arms, cradling him like a baby. "Sleep now," he said.
Quatre nodded, accepting the pill and swallowing it. "I knew... I could trust you... Heero..." he said softly, curling up on the bed, closing his eyes, feeling so weary. Perhaps... if Heero were merciful... he'd never have to wake up. Never have to face the others... or himself. It didn't matter any more. Heero would take care of everything. "Take care of Trowa," he whispered before sleep took him.
"I will," Heero promised and stroked his friend's face, hearing the blond pilot settle down into sleep.
After a short while, Heero slid from the bed. He arranged Quatre on the pillows and placed a blanket around him. Then, he went to get a drink and a few more things, hoping that he might not see anyone.
As Heero entered the commissary, Duo pounced on him. "Heero! I been looking for you. Hey man there might be an intruder on the ship... I was checking the monitors and there are some weird.... why are you looking at me like that?"
"Call it off," Heero said, "It was Quatre." It never occurred to him to lie.
Duo's eyes popped open wide. "QUATRE? Man! This is GREAT! How did he escape?! Did he kill Zechs? Where is he, I want to see him... I was gonna start yelling at you guys for not going after him..."
Heero reached out and grabbed Duo's arms, hoping that would settle him down for a minute. "You don't understand. Quatre doesn't want to see...ANYONE. Zechs is still alive. Quatre... Quatre wants me to kill him. I agreed," Heero said, flatly.
Duo stared at Heero. "You WHAT?!!!" He grabbed Heero and pushed him against the wall. "Are you INSANE? Is this some kind of sick joke? Quatre... what.... what did Zechs *do* to him? Is he like... cut up or something? I'm going to kill Zechs right now, and you are coming with me, and you are NOT going to kill our buddy, damn it..."
"Heero, did you say you saw Quatre?" Wufei asked coming over.
"Heero, where is he?" Trowa called out concerned. He came over as well, noting Duo's hands.
Heero closed his eyes and cursed mentally. Ignoring the others, he looked up at Trowa. "Quatre... doesn't want to see anyone," he said. "He's in bad shape. Zechs did things to him... to his head. He did things to his body as well. Quatre feels that it would not be strategically sound for him to... continue. He's asked and I have agreed. It's no longer anyone's concern and I'm sure that you understand and would want the same if it were you."
Duo grabbed Heero's shirt and shook him hard. "That is just BULLSHIT man. If you think I am going to let you do it you have another thing coming, Mister Perfect Soldier. You really think you can go through me, you are welcome to try. Damn, Heero, I have known you to be stubborn but this is just... insane. Has Zechs infected everyone? What is going on here? Zechs did things to him? Fine, so we help him. We make it better. He got away didn't he? He can't be that bad. Quatre is strong, man, you know that. He just needs some support. Come *on* Heero... don't do this!"
Heero looked up at Duo with a cold gleam in his eye. "Let go of my shirt, Maxwell. This was not my decision. It was Quatre's. I gave my word." he said.
"Hn," Wufei said, weighing the options. "Maxwell has a point though. He has no honor or understanding of codes of conduct, but he has a point. I don't like the idea that Zechs Merquise can defeat Quatre and us by proxy. If you go through with this, then Zechs effectively defeats us without a battle."
Trowa took a deep breath. He pushed away the sadness in his heart and said, "Duo's right, Heero. I don't know what we can do, but I do know that Quatre never gave up on me and I won't give up on him. I'll kill Zechs, but I want to do all I can for Quatre first."
Heero sighed deeply and his shoulders sagged. "Look I don't want to kill Quatre," he said. "I gave him a sedative. He's asleep. He was so exhausted."
Duo backed off Heero a little. He still looked into the cobalt blue eyes, trying to reach the other boy. "Listen to me, Heero. I know you take your word seriously and all, but this is what scares me. Okay, right now he wants to die. He's not the only one who's ever felt this way." Duo holds up his wrists. There are very faint, very faded scars. "See these? I wanted to die once. But I botched it. So I got another chance and I decided I wanted to live. But bringing *you* into the equation is just stacking the deck too far. If he wants to die, why did he come here? He coulda offed himself. Did he say anything about that? Did he say he tried and he couldn't? Think, Heero. If he couldn't then maybe he doesn't really want to."
Heero looked up at Duo and nodded. There was hope in the cobalt blue depths. "I understand," he said, taking Duo's wrist in his hand. "What can we do?"
"That depends," Duo said, feeling his knees go weak in relief. He really did not want to get into an all-out battle with Heero, though he would have. "What did Zechs do to him? We have to know that before we can know how to help. What could make him think we wouldn't want him, need him to be here with us?"
"Zechs broke him," Heero said, simply. "He messed with Quatre's mind. Told him he loved him, tied him to the bed, played with his body and then he fucked him. He made Quatre like it. Now, Quatre's afraid he's going to lose it and attack us all or something."
"Attack like... attack? or like... attack?" Duo said, tilting his head trying to understand.
"Quatre's afraid that he is going to go mad and have sex with all of us," Wufei offered. "If he lost control, then he becomes a liability. Is that right, Heero?"
Heero nodded.
Duo's eyebrows shot up.
"Uh, Wufei... that was very perceptive, man. How did you... pick that out of the air?" Duo said curiously.
"We have to do something," Trowa said.
"I was listening carefully, Maxwell... not talking ... like some people." Wufei said, blushing.
"I was listening too, Wu-man," Duo said. "And usually *I* *hear* things of that nature. Hmmm...." he eyes Wufei with a speculative expression. Then he turns to Trowa. "Was Quatre a virgin?"
"Why the hell do you ask me? I didn't exactly *check*, you know!" Trowa barked, as the frustration of the situation rained down on him. "I.. I have to go and see him." he said, beginning to move.
Duo grabbed Trowa's arm. "I asked because Quatre's sweet on you, everybody knows it." Duo said. Duo looked at Heero. "Did Quatre say anything about Trowa?"
Heero nodded as he watched the exchange. He stepped in front of Trowa. "Quatre.. doesn't want to see you. He says he can't face you, Trowa," he said.
Trowa's face darkened. He hung his head, feeling pain.
Duo nods. "Its cause he wanted it to be you, Trow," he said immediately. "You can't see him now, Heero doped him. So we got time to figure out what we're gonna do."
"Four and a half hours," Heero replied, offering what he could.
Trowa turned to look at Duo. His last statement ringing so true inside of his heart that it erased most of the pain he felt. "What do we do, Maxwell. This is in your hands now. I trust you."
"Oh gods," Wufei said, softly.
Duo blinked, stepping back. Then he frowned and chewed on his thumbnail. "Okay." he said. "Okay. So Quatre... so Zechs did a sex number on him. Made him feel good and that messed him up cause Zechs is his enemy. So now he's ashamed of himself, and he has a lot of... needs... so what we hafta do is.... um... if he's afraid that he'll want to go to bed with us, then we hafta beat him to the punch, go ahead and give him some lovin', so he won't be afraid of it any more. Not just Trowa... in fact, Trowa needs to be last..." Duo said, thinking furiously. In the back of his mind he was wondering if he was going to get away with this...
Heero nodded as the logic of the plan worked itself through in his head.
Wufei folded his arms, thinking of the ramifications of the plan and blushing even more. "Uh, why does Trowa have to be last?" he asked, to try and concentrate on something else besides the pictures that were forming in his mind.
"Well, because he's most scared of being with Trowa... cause he thinks he's... um.. tainted or something now. We have to help him feel better before he'll be ready to face that. So we have to make sure one of us is with him at all times, and we have to show him that... that someone besides that asshole Zechs can give him nice feelings... get it? So like, I know Heero can take care of that part," Duo said, his eyes sliding around the room, "And I know I can take care of my part. Hmmm... what about you, Wufei? Can you handle this assignment?"
Wufei's head swung around at the challenge. "I *was* married Maxwell," he said.
"Really?" Duo goggled. "Uh... okay... but, well, that's different in a way, you know. I mean, Quatre's not a girl.. can you handle... well look, I think I better test this one out for myself, I can't have Quatre getting hurt..." Duo walked up to Wufei and suddenly kissed him soundly.
Wufei felt the impact of Duo Maxwell's mouth on his and reached up. He took Duo's face in his hands and returned the kiss with equal intensity. At first, it was like a duel, but slowly, Wufei moved his arm around Duo's waist, pulling him against his body and kissed Duo with heat and hunger. After a few moments, he pulled back slowly, breathing hard. He said nothing but tilted his head awaiting Duo's judgment.
Duo stepped back, licking his lips. He struggled to get the wicked look from his face and replace it with an earnest one. "Ya... uh... well, I guess you're okay, Wufei... yeah, I guess I can trust Quatre with you... um... yeah..." Then he turned to Trowa. "What about you? Can you handle this? You're so quiet, I guess none of us really know what you're into... I mean is Catherine a sister, or like is there something...."
Trowa moved up to Duo and slid his hand around the back of Duo's neck and under the impossible braid. He drew Duo down and covered his mouth with his own. Parting Duo's lips with his tongue, Trowa kissed Duo deeply, lingeringly. He thrust his tongue deep into Duo's mouth, feeling the braided one taste it and war with it with his own. Sliding his other hand down to Duo's waist, Trowa moved his body a little against Duo, then dropped his hand down to Duo's rear, squeezing him. A short while later, he moved back, green eyes looking into indigo eyes. "I did a battalion once," Trowa said softly.
Duo blinked, breathing deeply. He brushed at his black clothes. "Uh... yeah... and I'm sure they had a very nice time," he said. "Okay so, nothing wrong with you... um... why did you and Quatre never...?"
"I didn't want to scare him, Duo. Quatre, you guys and Catherine are the first people in my life that haven't screwed me. I love Quatre a lot. I didn't want to hurt him. Now, I feel so stupid because I could have helped him... maybe.. I don't know. But you and your plan can save him. Let's save him, Duo. I'd give my life for him. He really is a decent guy and I'm going to kill Zechs Merquise for doing this to him," Trowa said evenly and the last as matter-of-factly as saying what he had for dinner.
Duo nodded. "Quatre is more than a decent guy. He's the best of us, and I think we all know that. And we all owe him. We should have gotten him out of there," Duo says, his eyes darkening as he expressed his own sense of guilt and remorse.
"No time for guilt. It's ok. Like someone I know always says, no time for chit-chat.. we've got work to do," Trowa said and looked at each of them in turn.
An arm slid around Duo's waist as Heero pulled him back against his body. "You're doin' good, Duo. Let's finish it," he said, quietly. "Then... maybe we should have a talk too, ne?"
"Uh... sure... whatever you say," Duo answered. He took a breath. "Okay, so... um... I think I should be first. Cause... battalion or no, I'm sure I have the most experience," he said modestly. "Then Heero. Then Wu... and Trowa last. And I'll kinda keep close in case anybody needs any help..."
The Duo added. "I should have known Zechs would do something like that. The truth is, though I didn't tell you guys, he tried that number on me while I was there. I just gave him what he wanted and cursed him on his way. Then he sicked Dorothy on me. Man, I want to have a private conversation with that witch when I'm not tied up," he said, absently rubbing a half-healed scratch, one of a large number he had come back with.
"Count on it," Trowa said. "Gentlemen, let the show begin," he added, bowing gracefully.
Wufie nodded.
"Hn," Heero replied.
TBC
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