Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel in the Flames ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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 5

Duo moaned, every part of him hurt and he didn't want to wake up. He wanted to return to the deep embrace of sleep, the deep embrace of Heero. He had had such a wonderful dream, Heero was holding him, telling him that he loved him and kissed him gently and it was oh so sweet. He shivered and could feel every sting, every dull throb on his body.

He could feel a hand tracing painful patterns on the welts on his chest he whimpered softly, he didn't want to open his eyes. Duo didn't want to be awake, reality was worse than any nightmare he'd ever had. A yank on his knotted, blood soaked hair forced his eyes to open wide in surprise. He could see no one, the evil hair-puller remained behind him pulling out individual hairs, one by one. The slow torture made him want to thrash wildly, to make the man stop.

He said one word, it was filled with hate and fear, "Stop."

Duo could feel the strange man smiling, it was an evil sadistic smile that filled the room with its presence, like a perfume.

"Stop? Did you ask me to stop?"

Duo shivered, the voice matched the smile of the man he couldn't see; oily and frightening. He nodded slightly and let his head drop, it seemed like such an effort to hold it up. The man lifted a leg and straddled Duo's wounded chest.

"It's awfully annoying, standing up isn't it?" he asked. "Guess I should just sit down." The man let himself drop onto Duo's welt covered chest. Duo's eyes shot open and he let out a shriek of agony. The man above him wore vinyl pants and was pulling long fingernails along his bloody welts. "Who gave you these, sweet? They are beautiful." He dug a claw like nail into a particularly nasty welt on Duo's shoulder. Duo's vision went hazy and he groaned in pain. The man above him giggled madly. "They told me you were pretty, but they didn't mention how pretty the sounds you make are."

Duo began to whimper. He couldn't help it, the man was running huge nails down his stomach. The man chuckled. "Such beautiful noises pretty boy, and we've only begun to have fun. I can't wait until we really get going."

Duo could feel the man above him growing harder with every noise he made. He had met ones like this as a child, and knew better than to stop making the noises. After a while it would all be over, they would have gotten off on his struggles, pleas, and whimpers. He decided to use the lessons from the past and let Nails have his way. The man trailed his hand down to Duo's groin. Duo pulled his chains and shook his head violently.

"No…No."

A hand wrapped itself securely around his shaft, pumping languidly. With the other hand, claws fingered the burning ring of muscle beneath. Duo whimpered in pain.

"No, don't" the man smirked and slowly pushed his fingernail into Duo's opening. Duo wailed in pain, the nail was filed to a point at the end; lacerating flesh in the most horrible way. Nails wormed his finger in to the first knuckle, watching the blood flow into his palm in fascination.

"Beautiful, simply beautiful."

Duo sobbed into the mattress, grinding his face into the stale fabric. The man began to slide the finger out again, in again, thrusting in rhythm with the pumping of his other hand. Duo shut his eyes and cried hard tears. The man withdrew his finger and smeared the blood in patterns on Duo's chest. There was a noise as Nails drew down a zipper. Duo whimpered and braced himself as best he could.

Duo screeched as the man thrust his burning member into his bloody rectum. The man above him chuckled and drew patterns of wounds on Duo's flesh with his claws. Nails continued to thrust into Duo, each thrust growing more liquid and smooth as blood trailed rivers and tributaries down Duo's bound legs. Nails pumped in time with his thrusts, bringing Duo's sex to life.

The lithe, skinny man was rocked violently forward with every painful thrust from Nails's hips, pleasure flaring in his groin, and tears spilling down his face. Nails just kept thrusting, thrusting and pumping, like he could continue until the end of the world, then for a brief instant Duo felt the intense pleasure that could only be gotten by a chance brushing of that thing deep inside of him; that damned treacherous thing. Red lights burst behind his eyelids, and a few more pumps from Nails's repulsive hand was enough to draw him over into the oblivion or release. Oblivion, how nice it was, for a few seconds Duo was gone, floating, he couldn't feel the pain, but oblivion is a far too fleeting thing. All too soon Duo was pulled back into the world as Nails growled with pleasure and released into Duo. The pilot groaned with pain. The man allowed himself to fall forward onto Duo's bloody chest. Duo whimpered in pain as the man shifted to whisper in his ear.

"You make such pretty noises sweet boy, and red is such a good color for you."

Duo let his breath out in a long keening wail. He breathed hard and deep as he felt the man withdraw. Nails knelt down to scrape long talons against Duo's bound legs. He drew long strokes against Duo's wrecked ass with his tongue, sampling the blood and semen as if it were a fine wine. Duo breathed harshly, the sensation was almost pleasurable.

He groaned, deeply scared; scared that his body could find something so horrible and disgusting pleasurable, scared that he couldn't escape the pain, scared that he would never see Heero's face again. Heero's scowling face, so beautiful, as if chiseled from some unearthly substance.

Nails chuckled and drew himself up. "Goodnight beautiful, sleep well."

Duo let himself fall, reaching for the void that he loved, the void that called for him.

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Duo moaned in agony, every move hurt him down to the bone. The door was opening again, he wished the damned thing would just stay shut. Two dark figures began to unlock his chains. He lashed out with as much strength he could gather. His ankle was caught easily in the rough grip. Duo gasped as a sharp twist elicited the deep resonating crunch of snapping bones. He could feel himself drawn up, chucked against a wall. He slid limply down the concrete. He could see little bursts of light behind his eyelids.

He tried to prop himself up on weak hands. A sharp kick in the ribs left his face on the dirty floor. He groaned with the pain of so many pounding wounds. He could feel himself pulled to the center of the room; shackle from the wall behind him were roughly placed on his wrists. He barley perceived the punch to his stomach before the men left him to himself once again. He felt more vulnerable than ever, lying in a confused heap on the floor. Though the shackles were only on his wrists, he was just too weak to try and escape. Duo allowed himself to collapse, face in the dust. He had given up hope of rescue, hanging on the thread of life that refused to let him fall.

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Heero was more confused than ever, Duo had been gone for almost two weeks. There was no sign of him anywhere. It was like he had disappeared from the earth, and the colonies that floated in the stars. Heero sighed and blinked; he was so sick of the screen that read `No results found'. There were no demands, no results. Wufei turned up nothing and continued to pummel stool pigeons with, put simply, no results. Heero had never gone this long without turning up some sort of lead.

He leaned back against the back of his chair and ran callused fingers through his hair. He needed to DO something. His training had prepared him for days in front of the computer, but he couldn't remember a time when he spent more then a week searching for something that turned up nothing. He stood and stretched, letting long inactive muscles creak in protest.

He wandered the apartment aimlessly, letting his legs move in age-old rhythm. He passed Duo's door, which he had previously shut. He sighed and turned the doorknob, pushed gently on the door and entered the room. The walls were painted a dark blue color and the furniture was dark hardwood, it was a very striking combination, and Heero wondered why he never noticed before.

He plopped himself gracelessly on the edge of Duo's bed and proceeded to slide off, onto the floor. He didn't bother to stop his fall and grunted as he hit the ground. Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with a shoebox, shoved under Duo's bed. `What's this?' he wondered and grabbed the box before rising to sit properly on his friend's bed.

Heero drew in breath; the box was filled with photos from the last few years. He drew out the first photo; it was of him, typing at the computer. It was recent. The next photo was probably the most unflattering picture of Wufei he had ever seen. His hair was out of its ponytail, there were circles under his eyes and he was clutching a mug of coffee. Heero smiled as he sorted through the box of pictures. There was one of Quatre and Trowa, Quatre was hugging onto the taller boy with a huge grin on his face and Trowa had a tiny half smile on his face. Most of the pictures were of him, asleep on the couch, arguing with someone on the vidphone or just typing on the computer.

There was one photo, face down on the bottom of the box, it was worn at the corners and very crumpled. Heero drew it out and sighed. `Why would he keep such a terrible picture?' the photo was old, from about a year after the Eve wars, when Duo had finally tracked him down after the war, he recalled the day vividly. `Duo talked us to going to Six Flags, it was clever of him, the roller coasters almost felt like piloting the Gundams again.' Wufei had taken the picture, it was of Duo and Heero in front of the tallest coaster at the park. Duo had his arm around Heero's shoulders and was smiling with his huge goofy grin. Heero had his arms crossed and was scowling. Both of their hair had gone wild. Duo's hair was falling out of its braid and was flying in the wind. Heero's hair was even messier than usual and falling into his face.

Heero smoothed the edges of the picture, and noticed a small stain in the corner, where a tear had fallen. `This is the only picture he has of the two of us together, of course he would keep it.' Heero stroked the tearstain on the photo guiltily. `I'm so sorry Duo, I never meant to hurt you like this, I…I never knew you felt…like this.'

He placed each photo back in the box staring at each with new light. He put the final photo, of he and Duo in his own pocket, he would keep the photo, at least until Duo wanted it back. As he sat down in front of the computer, he clipped the picture to the corner of the monitor, giving Duo's wide grin and encouraging smile, before returning to work.