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Part 4
Duo was just coming back to full consciousness again when he was dragged through a doorway, hauled to his feet, and slammed face-first onto a table. Seeing stars again, he did the only thing he could do in light of the situation; he closed his eyes and tried to pass out. Cold water splashed into his face and ran down his chest. His eyes flew open at the shock and he sputtered. "Wakey, wakey, little boy," came a mocking voice. "You're missing all the fun." Duo could feel someone holding his left arm behind his back, not high enough to break it, but his shoulder was screaming at the abuse. He was bent at the waist over the table and he could feel the man pressing against his ass and legs. Duo looked up in the direction of the voice, and saw the guard he'd attacked several eons ago, and someone he didn't recognize. All three of the men were well-muscled, and young-looking, probably all were lowly soldiers about the same age. "That's funny," Duo rasped, trying to summon a grin and failing. "I don't see anyone having fun here." Laughter. :Hmph, yeah guys, yuck it up. Fuck you, anyway.: He closed his eyes and let his head fall back to the table. "All right, all right," he said. "Could you just get it over with, already? I'm getting tired of the same old routine with guys like you." "Aw, the poor little baby knows what's coming," said the guard behind him, cinching his hold on Duo's arm a little tighter. The pilot cried out as his shoulder renewed its vocal protests. Fetid breath blew over him as the newcomer put his head right down into Duo's face and spoke. "Well, you're gonna learn to love it, I promise." A slender finger traced from Duo's ear down to his lips. He flinched at the feathery touch, then nearly gagged as it pushed deeply into his mouth. "Suck," he was commanded. :Suck this.: He bit him. The soldier howled and ripped his finger out of Duo's mouth. Skin tore on the pilot's teeth and he tasted blood, warm and satisfying like victory. "You little *fuck*!" the newcomer yelled, holding his injured hand. He raised his good hand, balled into a fist. With infinite clarity, Duo could see a spot of blood on the knuckle of his ring finger. He braced himself for the blow, but the other man grabbed his arm. "Wait a sec, Bryan, we shouldn't damage the merchandise. You're always tellin' us that." Bryan's lips peeled away from his teeth in a feral grin. "Yeah, you're right, Chips, it's more fun if we don't break him too early." :Chips? His name is Chips?: Amazingly, Duo nearly burst out laughing. :Shit, I must be hysterical or something.: "So let's just get down to business," growled the guard holding Duo. His free hand reached around and began stroking Duo through his pants. Duo let out a small, strangled sound that was half terror, half disgust. Bryan approached him again, still smiling. "Let me tell you what's going to happen, so you're not surprised, okay?" Duo closed his eyes and tried to ignore the hand. "We're going to do what we like, and you're going to enjoy it." He paused. "This stops when you cum, and not before, got it kid?" :Great.: Duo thought miserably. :How the hell am I supposed to *enjoy* this?: "You guys ever done this before?" Duo asked in what he hoped was a reasonable tone. Laughter greeted that question and Bryan answered him. "We've been doing this since the academy, the three of us." "A-and you actually expect me to enjoy this?" "You better work hard at enjoying it, little boy. This is our day off, and the three of us can keep going a hell of a lot longer than you can." This was said in a low voice, full of threat. :Oh God,: Duo prayed. He squeezed his eyes shut. :Ok, just gotta think sexy thoughts and pretend that's what's happening. Now let's see...: His fly was unzipped by the guard behind him and his pants and underwear were drawn off. He didn't struggle. There was no point. Instead, he concentrated on withdrawing into himself, removing himself from the situation and putting himself into one he wouldn't mind being in. One of the guards had crawled under the table. He wrapped his hand around Duo's cock and began pumping. It was as flaccid as it was possible to be. :Okay, uh, that's...: Duo began constructing the fantasy. He was bent over the table in the kitchen of one of Quatre's safehouses. They had stayed in that one only a few weeks ago, and it had been brightly furnished and cheery. Trowa was behind him, stroking his long-fingered hand up and down Duo's hip and thigh. The Frenchman carefully probed between the cheeks of Duo's buttocks, stroking the entrance there gently, but with insistence. :Yeah, he'd be quiet, no dirty talk or yelling, but I'll bet he'd be damn good.: Quatre was under the table, his mouth curved up in a smile as the beautiful blonde took Duo in hand and woke him up. Despite the part of his mind that was screaming the reality of what was happening, he felt himself beginning to harden at the image. He stoked it, imagining the passion in Quatre's blue eyes, the whispered endearments and encouragements. Duo's cock was engulfed in a warm, wet mouth and he quickly adjusted his fantasy. It was Quatre's cubid bow mouth that was sucking on him, stroking his balls and bringing him fully erect. He was suddenly aware that a third person was sitting on the table, his legs hanging down on either side of the pilot. He was pulled up slightly, and the head of a penis pressed against his lips. :It's Heero, damnit, Heero!: he thought desperately. He had been pursuing the dark-haired pilot for months now, though it hadn't yet gotten him anywhere, and he placed the image of Heero's cold, intense eyes, and perfect body firmly in his mind. Duo obediently opened his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the head of the shaft. "Deeper, harder!" came Bryan's voice, partially shattering the fantasy. As Duo was still reconstructing it, a finger wormed its way inside him and his eyes flew open as he gasped around the shaft in his mouth. Desperately, he tried to recapture the fantasy, but it was gone and reality was hitting him hard. A second finger joined the first. Duo concentrated on taking Bryan as deeply into him as he could, and on the pleasure slamming into him from Chips, on the floor. :Oh god, oh god, oh god,: his mind ran in panicked little circles. The fingers disappeared, eliciting another gasp as they pulled out past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance. Then he heard something plastic clatter to the floor. A well-lubricated member positioned itself at his entrance and began slowly, inexorably, moving forward, into him. Duo felt a tear run down his face. Bryan's voice sounded from above him. "Tell me you want it, you little slut. Tell me you like it," he growled, gasping from the pleasure Duo was giving him. :What, like this? I'm a little busy right now, you whore of Satan.: The guard was positioned inside him now, and he began slowly pumping, sliding his member almost all the way out, and then slamming into him again. As he pushed forward, he brushed against something inside Duo and he cried out. :Shit, all right good, Maxwell. Just concentrate on how good that feels and this'll be over in no time.: Duo was buffeted on all sides as the guards abandoned themselves to their pleasure. The DeathScythe pilot suckled at the shaft in his mouth, and thrust deeply into the mouth of the guard on the floor. He tried to lose himself in the waves and waves of pleasure that washed over him. Suddenly, the pressure that had been building inside him broke and he exploded into Chips' mouth with a yell. Chips seemed to come at the same time and he sucked hungrily on Duo's cock as the pilot pumped his seed into his mouth. Duo's muscles slammed tight on orgasm and it was too much for the guard, who cried out, filling Duo with his seed. Bryan came a moment later, flooding Duo's mouth, who retained barely enough presence of mind to swallow rather than drowning. He greyed out for a moment, sagging and feeling it only dimly as the guard and Bryan pulled out. He was hoisted under his arms by two people and practically carried from the room. At the doorway one of the people paused, forcing the other to stop. "Uh, Bry, we forgot his pants," said Chips. Duo could hear Bryan's hated voice across the room, which meant that the other one holding him was the still-nameless guard. Bryan snorted. "He won't be needing them, the little whore. Look how quick he came." :I'm going to kill him, nice and slow.: Duo thought with the clarity of madness. :Watch out, Bryan, Shinigami's coming for you.:
Treize stopped his pacing as the door opened to admit the two guards and a limp Duo. He was barely in time to catch the boy as he was unceremoniously pitched into the room. The boy was naked from the waist down, and the clasps on his shirt hadn't even been touched. He had spots of blood on his lips, and still-wet semen was running down his legs. :Oh, Duo, how utterly horrible!: Treize thought in despair and horror. He quickly carried the boy to the bed and wrapped him securely in the blanket. The General regarded the listless boy for a few moments in indecision, then he pressed close and wrapped his arms around the bundle. The moment his arms wrapped around Duo, the boy erupted. Tears rolled down his face and he struggled, but his arms were trapped by the blanket. "No! Please, leave me alone! I can't do it anymore!" he cried in panic. Treize let go and sat up, putting some distance between him. He reached out and started stroking Duo's hair soothingly. "No, Duo, it's all right. You're safe now, it's all right." Duo's struggles stilled and he peeked at Treize from under his bangs. "Treize?" "Yes, it's me. What do you want me to do?" The pilot's eyes widened. He freed his arms from the blanket and flung himself into Treize's lap, wrapping his arms around the General's waist. "P-please hold me." The sound of supplication in Duo's voice clenched his heart. "Of course, Duo. Anything you want." He lay down and wrapped his arms around Duo again. The boy unwrapped himself from the blanket and flung it over them both, surprising Treize, then snuggled against him. "Arigatou, Treize," Duo mumbled. "Uh, Duo," Treize said, a little flustered. Duo was pressed against him along his entire length. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" "Uh huh." Duo looked up at him, hatred and rage in his amethyst eyes. "You're not like them. You would never do something like that, to anyone." "You're right, demo..." Duo buried his face in Treize chest again. "Onegai, don't question me right now, Treize. Just do this for me." :Hm, gladly, little treasure, though I'm sure you wouldn't like to see the thoughts doing this is eliciting in my mind.: "As I said, Duo, whatever you want." They lay for a long time in silence. :It's amazing,: thought Treize as he heard Duo's breath calm and relax. :How different this situation feels when you have someone to protect, and how much stronger one is able to be.: He stroked Duo's hair and waited. | |
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