Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel in the Flames ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: "Angel in the Flames"

Author: Desdomonda (Blackmoon2101@Aol.com)

Archive: Currently Not Anywhere

Category: Yaoi/ Shonen-Ai, Angst, Lemon

Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+S, OCS x 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, Bandai does.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Violence, Angst, NCS, OC

Spoilers: Not really

Notes: Duo is abducted by a gang. NCS, Angst, and confusion ensues. Will Heero rescue Duo in time?

Feedback: Of course!!!

Chapter 2

Duo groaned in pain, he couldn't remember ever having such a horrible headache, his head felt split in half, ringing on his neck. He reached his arm up to massage his temple, and was met with the resistance of chains holding him down. He lay still as he fought for consciousness. The previous night's happenings returned to him in a flash of violence and fear. He froze, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he began to panic. His imagination immediately brought to him hundreds of possible scenarios for his position, not any of them pleasant. He was situated on his back, his chest bared to the world. He lay on a small cot that supported his torso but was too short for his legs. His ankles were chained to the floor and his wrists chained to a cross shaped metal post at the head. He struggled to sit himself up, but could not; the bonds holding him were strong, metal, and far too tight. Memories flashed though Duo's head, memories of a time when he was used, battered, and broken. It was long ago, but it had floated close to the surface of his mind ever since.

Duo slowly turned his head, ignoring the throbbing pain radiating from a large lump on the back of his skull. It seemed that some abandoned pipe had served its most crude and primitive of purposes. The room could hardly be called a cell, it was more in the way of a grave. There was no window, but a small, bare light bulb hung from the ceiling, weakly giving off a sort of hazy glow. He shivered; the place was cold, and black. Despite the hazy grey light, the only word fit to describe the place was black. It invaded his lungs, the darkness of it wrapping him in it's tendrils of shadow, and death. Death. The place smelled of it. Duo did not fear death, after everything he had been through it would be the only suiting end for someone such as him. He, who mockingly called himself Shinigami, the god of death, a man who seemingly taunted his own fate.

He felt bleary, the hangover eclipsed by the immense pain from the back of his head; concussion. He self-diagnosed with steely recognition, the pain was not unfamiliar. He stared at the light, was it the light that was hazy, or his vision? He could not tell.

Duo tugged experimentally at his bonds, the cross was crude, but strong. The chains were thin, but very strong, titanium by the feel of them. A metal that had become readily available after a large deposit was found near the densely populated moon base. He groaned softly, even in his prime, he didn't have the metal-bending strength that Heero did.

Heero. No, he shook his head lightly, causing enough pain to chase away such thoughts. He could not think of Heero now, or ever. If there was one mistake he made since the war it was finding Heero. Daily he was tortured by the very presence of the man, the bastard. He had thought that he could get through to him…but no. This was not the time to be moping over stupid mistakes. You couldn't help who you loved, even if it was a heartless bastard like Heero Yuy.

The cuffs were painfully thin, and cut into the soft skin of his wrists, crossing over scars of previous bonds. He tested his ankle bonds, just as strong, but wider. Duo shivered, these people knew exactly what they were doing. The tight, thin handcuffs were a warning, a veiled threat. They jeered at him "Pull to hard, come on, try it." He was in the hands of no mercy. He buried himself in possibilities, thinking, remembering, and sinking deep into thought.

Time passed, an hour or more by Duo's guess. The door opened creakily but there was no telltale sounds of bolts opening. The door was not locked, just incredibly far away. Duo's head turned towards the sound. As painful as it was for him to think it, he knew that the opening of the door was a mercy, he would no longer have to wait, dream, and think. He could react to something now, let training take over. There was no way to train Duo to wait.

It was the leader, the one they called "Raven." Duo was astounded, He had not gotten a chance to look at the man the previous night, too drunk and pitiful to care much anyway. The man was beautiful. His hair was long, and deeply black, pulled into a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. It reached down, just past the base of his shoulder blades. He was clad all in black leather, his thin, muscled frame heavily outlined by the tightly fitting clothing. The man bent over him, baring his finely chiseled chest.

"Welcome to The Lair, I do hope you're…comfortable." The man sneered, baring pearly white teeth.

Duo closed his eyes. The man presented a beautiful sight, until one saw his eyes. Eyes, the eyes truly were the windows to the soul. Quatre's eyes, wide and blue revealed the caring heart the young man bore. He was innocent and naïve, and it was reflected in his eyes. Wufei had beautiful eyes, the perfect curve to them, Wufei was near perfection himself, other than his attitude. They were a deep brown, and full of pride. Trowa's eyes were deep, filled with an age-old sadness, and sage-like wisdom far beyond his years.

Heero's eyes were beautiful, if one knew where to look. On first glance, one would say that Heero's eyes were `empty' or `cold', and most of the time they really were. But Duo knew better, he had seen them confused, and hurt, these feelings were displayed in the depths of them, and one had to look much farther than most people ever could, or had the patience to and Duo had been lucky enough to find the exact right time, just before he fell asleep.

Emotions were buried, not killed. Even Heero had a sweet depth to his eyes, but this man, this `Raven', bore the only true `cold' eyes that Duo had ever seen. They were calculating him, judging him. This man, he was… nearly inhuman. If his soul was bared in his eyes, it could be said that he didn't posses one.

The man stared at him, lust replacing the coldness His eyes burned with it, a deep-seated lust for blood, and death. Raven began to speak, his lips wrapping around each word as if it were a delicate candy. His voice was low, smooth and intoxicating, like a deep red wine.

"It's been some time we had one as pretty as you, you know. Even if you are a man." He breathed the words, merely centimeters from Duo's lips. "Here's how things are going to work," He leaned himself against the metal cross, lightly running his hands across the chains, "You are going to please all of my men as many times as they wish, and when they tire of you, I will take you, and give you what you want most; A quick death. That is, if you live that long." The man's smile was twisted, mocking him, mocking his weakness. Duo shivered and hoped that Heero and Wufei were quick to notice he was gone. From experience, he knew that he could only take so much of this.

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Heero paced back and forth, Duo had not returned last night, serving only to reinforce Heero's ill feeling.

"Where the HELL could he be?" Heero seethed to himself. He slammed his fist down on his desk. He stormed into Wufei's room and roughly pushed the Chinese ex-pilot out of bed.

"Duo's gone, I need your help to look for him." WuFei stood and walked towards the bathroom muttering something involving early mornings and Duo's inconsiderate habits. He was to used to this to put up a fight.

Some time later Heero shoved Wufei out the door, into his car and handed him his keys.

"Search around the bars that you know he likes, ask questions." Wufei nodded at Heero, ready to accept the mission, even so many painful years after the war. "I'll meet you back here at 2 then to see what you uncovered." He drew in a long harsh sounding breath. "Hopefully Duo." Heero quickly climbed into his own car. Something was very wrong, something niggling in the back of his head, and he couldn't quite place it, all he knew was that he had to hurry.