Warnings: rape, sexual content.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Gundam Wing, if anything, they own me. Please send questions and comments to celtic_river@hotmail.com. Any flames will be used to heat my muse's little apartment, so feel free to send them. I'll have a good laugh :P Arigato for reading!



Two Halves of a Whole

Part 2

by Fantasymonk



Plans were being made at the Black Wing compound. Heero was working at the computer trying to find where Captain Thompson had taken Quatre, Trowa was looking for clues in Quatre's bedroom, Zechs was looking for clues at the area where the vehicle had been parked, and the others were getting supplies together for an all-out assault. Zechs and Trowa met the others inside.

"Any luck?" asked Noin. Both shook their heads.

"I did find this," said Trowa, holding something shiny. "It was in Quatre's pants pocket; it's a tracking device. The captain must have slipped it into his pocket in the event his prisoner escaped. It was how he found his way here." Just then Heero appeared.

"I found Quatre," he said, holding up a printout. "He's being held at a small base not too far from here. Apparently the only occupants of this base right now are Captain Thompson and Quatre, along with a small unit of guards. I've got the blueprints along with directions to get there."

"Well done, Heero," said Zechs. As they finished preparations, Trowa prayed that Quatre would be safe until they could get there.




"This can't be happening, this can't be happening," Quatre chanted to himself as Thompson got closer.

The captain was only a few inches away when he stopped. Quatre could feel the warmth of his body as the man moved his hands and placed them on the boy's hips. He began stroking the soft flesh with his thumbs. His right hand worked its way downward until it encountered the nest of soft golden curls that surrounded Quatre's member. The youth made a frightened whimper as the captain played with the hair, pulling and stroking it.

Captain Thompson smiled predatorily as he leaned forward, taking Quatre's mouth in an aggressive kiss. His tongue pushed between the blonde boy's lips and invaded his mouth. This time Quatre did not resist the urge, and he bit down on the older man's tongue. Captain Thompson reeled back, swearing. A few drops of red appeared on his lips, and Quatre had a metallic taste in his mouth. Thompson drew back a hand, striking Quatre on the side of his head.

"Listen, angel, you'd better behave yourself and submit to me. I'm going to be the only person you're going to see for a long time," he growled, all charm gone. Quatre shook his head to clear his vision and immediately regretted it, because he could see the man getting to his knees in front of him.

The captain contemplated Quatre's sex before slowly lowering his head and touching his tongue to the tip. Quatre quivered in disgust as that tongue continued its exploration, stroking up and down the shaft. Then he felt himself being taken in by something hot and wet, and he cried out, struggling to move away from that invasion. Fingers reached behind his shaft to handle the heavy sacs found there. Tears made trails down Quatre's cheeks as he cried out again.

Suddenly the sensations ceased as his penis was released, and Quatre took a deep breath in relief, until he saw Captain Thompson pulling down his pants and underwear, revealing his arousal. Quatre struggled again as the older man positioned himself behind the frightened boy.

"Please, stop doing this to me!" he shouted out, tears falling faster as he felt Thompson part his buttocks.

The man just chuckled as he used some of the liquid leaking from the tip of his own member to moisten the golden youth's entrance. Then, with no preparation, he shoved himself deep inside the small youth. Quatre cried out in pain as he felt something tearing inside of him, and hung his head down, biting his lip, sobs shaking his small frame.

Something warm and wet trickled down the inside of his legs. Captain Thompson's thrusts pushed him against his restraints, and his wrists and ankles were being rubbed raw. Thompson cried out in pleasure as he released his seed into the boy, some of it going down the boy's legs. He was so engrossed in his own pleasure that he never noticed the door opening behind him as he pulled himself out. He also didn't see the object that took consciousness from him as it struck his head.




Trowa, Duo, and Heero padded silently down the corridor in search of the room that held Quatre. Wufei was outside setting up explosives to blow the place when they were finished. Heero motioned to the other two.

"I can't make out exactly what the printout says, but Quatre should be somewhere in this area. We'll just have to check the rooms until we find him; there aren't many, so it shouldn't take long." The other two nodded their agreement, and they continued into the small wing. As they passed a door, they heard something from inside, and opening it, they saw a monitor screen; a light flashed to indicate something was being recorded.

"It's a live feed," whispered Heero. Then everyone froze as they saw what was on the screen. Quatre, naked and tied to the ceiling, with someone behind him.

"Please stop doing this to me!" Quatre cried out. The figure chuckled and moved suddenly. Quatre cried out in pain, hanging his head forward. His sobs tore through the three watching boys.

"We've got to hurry," snapped Trowa. Heero stopped him from running out the door.

"Calm down. See this cord?" he pointed to a black cord going out the door. "This leads to the video camera recording this. Follow it, and we'll find Quatre." Trowa nodded, and they continued the search. The cord led them to a door at the end of a hallway. Heero put his finger to his lips and silently opened the door. They were directly behind the man, who cried out as they came in. Heero reversed his grip on his gun and struck the man when he had pulled out of Quatre. He fell to the floor with a satisfying thump.




When he heard something hit the floor, Quatre tensed up again.

"Who's there?" he whimpered, his eyes shut tight against the pain that radiated from his anus. Someone moved in front of him, and he moaned. "Please, no more," he whispered.

"It's okay, Quatre. It's Trowa."

Quatre's eyes flew open. "Trowa!"

He saw the quiet youth in front of him, and Duo and Heero pulling the unconscious form of the captain into a corner.

"Thank Allah it's you," he cried, then remembered his state of undress and what had just happened. He turned bright red. "Please don't look at me," he whispered in shame. Trowa reached up and cut the ropes binding his wrists. Small lines of liquid red decorated them where the rope had rubbed the tender skin. He caught the smaller boy's weight and supported him.

"It's okay, Quatre. You don't need to be ashamed, it wasn't your fault," Trowa said. Meanwhile, Duo had been searching in the captain's pants, and found a key, which he used to unlock the restraints on Quatre's feet. Trowa gently lowered Quatre until his feet were on the floor. Quatre refused to look up at them. Something white flashed in his vision. Startled, he looked up to see Heero holding Captain Thompson's shirt out to him.

"You'll want something to cover yourself," Heero explained. "I know it's his, but you'll feel better if you've got something on."

Quatre smiled weakly, grateful for the reticent boy's understanding, as he slipped the shirt on and buttoned it up about halfway. The other boys led him down the corridors to the exit. They entered the woods, with Trowa supporting Quatre, who was moving stiffly. Wufei was at the jeep waiting for them. He looked at Quatre, who was behind with Trowa, and then at the Duo and Trowa. Duo shook his head grimly.

"We were too late. Are we all set to pay the bastard back?" he asked Wufei. The Chinese youth nodded and held up a remote. He pushed a small button, and there was the sound of multiple explosions. Flames and smoke bellowed from the small base. Duo smiled as he got into the jeep.

"Death was too good for that bastard," he muttered. Wufei nodded his agreement as Trowa and Heero helped Quatre into the jeep.




They drove through the entrance of the Black Wing compound and Heero parked the jeep. Zechs, Noin, and Sally hurried outside to meet them. When they saw Quatre in the white shirt, they stopped. The other boys helped Quatre out of the vehicle; he moved stiffly, the dried blood and semen still on his legs. Sally stepped forward and put her hands on his shoulders. He looked at the ground.

"I'm fine, Sally," he said quietly.

"No you're not, Quatre," Sally replied, lifting his chin to meet her gaze. When she saw the trembling lips and unshed tears, she sighed. "Oh hell." Sally pulled the golden-haired boy into a secure embrace. His resolve to be stoic broke at this show of affection; tears streamed down his face as he sobbed into her shirt.

"I couldn't st-stop him, Sally, I tr-tried," he stuttered, as his body shook with emotion. "I couldn't move and he was in fr-front of me, and I was so scared, and." He stopped, unable to continue. Sally held him close, stroking his hair and making low, soothing sounds. She nodded to Zechs, who stepped over to Quatre.

"Quatre, I'm going to get you to bed; would you like to get cleaned up, too?" he asked, concern in his voice. Quatre nodded, scrubbing at his tear-streaked face.

Zechs leaned down and picked the blonde youth up in his arms, holding him securely against his chest. Quatre hid his face against the older man's shirt, still shaking slightly as soft, muffled hiccups emerged. Zechs silently carried his fragile burden up the stairs to the bedrooms, his face impassive, but anger in his eyes. The others watched, worried, as the two disappeared. Duo slammed his fist into the palm of his hand.

"Dammit, this isn't right. Why should Quatre be suffering for what that pervert did to him?" he said to himself, violet eyes filled with pain for his friend. Sally wiped at her eyes.

"I don't know, Duo. We just have to help him. Someone is going to have to stay with him at all times, so he'll know he's not alone. We'll have to play it by ear from there," she continued, looking at each of them.

"I'll stay with Quatre," Trowa spoke up suddenly. The others turned to him in surprise. He just quietly went up the stairs.




Trowa tapped softly on Quatre's door, opening it quietly when Zechs said to come in. Zechs stood there alone, and whispered to Trowa.

"He's in the shower, but I'm afraid he'll get frightened if I try to help. He might feel less threatened if you help clean him up," he told Trowa. Trowa nodded and walked quietly to the bathroom door, pausing.

"Quatre, is it okay if I come in?" he asked, and heard a faint assent. Coming in, he saw Quatre standing in the shower, his arms wrapped around himself and his back to Trowa. Trowa's heart dropped when he saw the tears glimmering in the blonde Arabian's eyes. He slowly walked over to the edge of the shower.

"Do you think you can clean yourself up alone, or would you like me to help you?" he asked Quatre. Quatre didn't look at him, but continued to stare at the side of the shower stall.

Trowa sighed and picked up a washrag, turning on the water. As he tested it with his wrist, he was careful to avert his eyes from the smaller boy. When the he felt the water was warm enough, he took off his socks and shoes, and stepped into the stall. Quatre turned suddenly.

"What?" he began.

Trowa pulled off his shirt. "If I'm going to help you, I don't want to get all my clothes wet," Trowa answered seriously, tossing his shirt out of the shower. Quatre gave a weak half-smile. Trowa turned on the showerhead and gently pulled Quatre under the warm spray. Then he soaped up the washrag.

Quatre still smiled, watching Trowa in his wet jeans, his hair full of tiny drops of water that made it look as if Trowa's hair was full of glass beads. Funny, he didn't feel scared with Trowa so close. Embarrassed, yes, because he didn't feel secure in his naked body, but he felt trust. He trusted Trowa implicitly. Trowa looked at him then.

"I'm going to start; if you want me to stop, or you want to do something yourself, just tell me, okay?" Trowa said. Quatre nodded.

Trowa ran the washcloth over Quatre's chest, carefully soaping every part. Then he started on the smaller boy's shoulders, turning him around to begin on his back. As the cloth touched the first swell of Quatre's buttocks, Trowa slowed down, giving the other boy time to stop him. Quatre tensed momentarily, then relaxed, so Trowa continued down.

He went even slower as he bent over to clean the blonde boy's legs; he cautiously wiped off the dried blood and semen from between the other boy's legs. Quatre shivered a little, but like the first time, did not protest. When Trowa stood up again, the smaller boy took the washcloth from him.

"Thank you Trowa," he said shyly. "I would like to do the rest myself."

Trowa nodded and stepped out of the shower, closing the door to give Quatre some privacy. Then he went to his bedroom quickly to change into dry clothes. When he got back to Quatre's room, he tapped on the bathroom door. Hearing no response, he slowly opened the door and peered in. The water was still running, but he couldn't hear Quatre moving. Concerned, he opened the stall door to find Quatre standing under the spray, staring at the shower wall.

"Quatre," Trowa said. The other boy started and looked at Trowa. "It's time to get out," Trowa told him.

As Quatre stepped out, Trowa grabbed a large towel from a hook on the door and wrapped it around the smaller boy, then put another one on his head and began gently towel-drying Quatre's hair. Quatre closed his eyes, liking the warmth of the moment. All too soon, he felt the towel leave his head, and he blinked as Trowa started rubbing his body dry with the other towel. Then Trowa stopped.

"You finish drying yourself and I'll get some pajamas for you," Trowa said, stepping out of the bathroom. When Quatre came out, he found the bed turned down and Trowa standing in front of it with a pair of pajamas ready. After helping Quatre into the pajamas, Trowa settled him into the bed and pulled the covers over him. Quatre looked up at the taller boy, sleep lowering his eyelids.

"Thank you Trowa," he murmured sleepily, and then dreams claimed him.

Trowa looked down at the golden boy asleep on the bed. Hesitantly, he pushed a hand through the thick platinum locks. He had never thought he would be so close to Quatre. It had been perfect in the shower; seeing the blonde boy naked and wet had caused Trowa's throat to go dry. He had every inch of Quatre's form memorized, from the delicate curve of his butt to the soft, smooth skin of his belly.

Trowa didn't really understand what he was feeling. Why did his heart melt at the sight of tears falling down Quatre's cheeks, and why did his breath stop when Quatre looked at him with such trust? Could this be how love felt? He didn't know, but he felt sure that any chance he might have had with the beautiful blonde boy had been ruined by that captain.

He vowed to himself never to let anything happen to Quatre again. No matter what, he would protect the smaller boy. A sudden shiver passed through him, and he wondered at it. He wasn't cold, so why did he shiver? He shook off the discordant feeling and settled in a chair beside the bed, determined to stay by Quatre the whole night.




Trowa woke up, hearing his name. In the moonlight he saw Quatre moving restlessly under the covers, whimpering in his throat. Trowa sat on the bed and pulled the golden youth into his arms, rubbing Quatre's back in small circles as he murmured soothing words to the distressed boy.

To Trowa's surprise, Quatre quieted and relaxed, moving closer to the warmth of Trowa's body. Trowa leaned against the headboard and pulled the covers over Quatre. Holding his little prince, he soon fell asleep.

The next thing Trowa knew, a flash of light hit his eyelids. Slowly, he opened an eye to see Duo holding a camera, still whirring as it rewound the film. As Trowa started to get up, he felt something weighing him down and realized that Quatre's head was on his lap. Deciding not to wake the other boy, he settled instead on glaring daggers in Duo's direction.

Duo just grinned and mouthed "I'll bring you breakfast." Just when Trowa thought the long-haired pilot was gone, Duo's head popped back in and he flashed Trowa a thumbs-up and a wide grin. He ducked his head out of sight just in time to avoid the pillow Trowa threw at him.

When the door closed behind Duo, Quatre shifted and opened his eyes. He gave a cute squeak when he noticed that his pillow was Trowa's lap. Cheeks red, he sat up and rubbed at sleep-filled eyes.

"Duo is bringing breakfast," Trowa told Quatre. Then he got out of the bed and turned to the smaller boy. "Would you like to take a walk around the grounds and talk after breakfast?"

Quatre nodded his head and watched Trowa head for the door. The taller boy turned and gave Quatre a smile before shutting the door. Quatre felt something strange in his chest, as though his heart was full with something he could not name. He contemplated this. He was grateful to Trowa for the care he was giving, but it was more than that. Quatre felt happier when Trowa was near, and he felt safer, too. He got out of bed and dressed, looking forward to the walk he would share with Trowa.
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Quatre waited at the edge of the woods, looking for Trowa. When he saw the taller boy coming, he felt his heart leap in his chest. Touching his hand briefly to his heart, Quatre was hit by a realization. He was in love!

Why, his mind screamed. Why did I realize this just now when it is too late? Trowa could never want someone who wasn't totally his. Some part of himself seemed held by the captain; some of his innocence had been taken. He forced a smile on his face as Trowa got closer. The taller boy looked at him strangely, but made no other indication that he had seen anything. Finding a shady spot in a sun-dappled clearing, they both sat down. Looking at each other, both spoke at once.

"Quatre."

"Trowa."

Both boys laughed. Trowa motioned to Quatre. "You first." Quatre took a deep breath.

"Trowa, I wanted to thank you for what you've done for me. I really mean it," he added as Trowa opened his mouth. "You didn't have to do those things for me, and I'm sure you would rather someone else have done it, so thank you," he finished. Trowa looked at him, some emotion in his eyes that he couldn't read. Then he spoke.

"Quatre, you don't have to thank me. I helped you because you're a friend, a close friend. I wanted to do anything that would get you through what happened." Trowa looked at Quatre in amusement as the smaller boy's mouth moved, but nothing came out. Then the Arabian boy threw himself at Trowa.

"Thank you, Trowa," he said. "I thought maybe everyone would be ashamed of me because I wasn't the same anymore," he finished. Trowa pulled back and held Quatre by the shoulders.

"Don't ever think that, Quatre," he told the other boy sternly. "I. We all care for you, no matter what," he finished.

"You don't know how much that means to me," said Quatre. Then he blushed as his stomach growled. "I guess it's time to eat. What time is it?" Trowa shrugged.

"I left my watch in my room. What does yours say?" he asked.

Quatre reached into his pocket, and his smile faded. Then he reached into his other pocket. "It's gone, my watch is gone!" he cried.

"Don't worry, Quatre," Trowa assured him. "We didn't go far, I'll just go back the way we came and I'm sure I'll find it. I won't be long, just sit here." He left the clearing and Quatre leaned against a tree.

Trowa trotted along the path they had followed, searching the ground. Spotting something shining under a bush, Trowa picked up Quatre's gold pocket-watch. Then he felt a chill go through his limbs and something cold clenched his heart. Instinctively, he knew Quatre was in danger. As he turned to run back to the one he loved, he heard Quatre's scream echo through the forest.



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