Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Captured and Interrogated ❯ Captured and Interrogated ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Notes


Alright, so, my first fanfic on here. I know, there are no indentions for when there's a new paragraph or someone is speaking, I'm sorry, I have WordPerfect on my computer so I had to put it in Wordpad and it wouldn't let me fix it. ><; Anyway, to explain a few things, Heero might seem a bit OOC in some parts.. depending on how you see him. Some people might think of him as only an emotionless bastard to Duo, but, I decided to put in his protective side, but at the same time, keep his Heero-ness. So I guess it depends on your opinion. Secondly, I didn't make Quatre all wimpy and teary. I decided to make him a bit stronger, decided to make Trowa a bit more caring. The only angsty part is perhaps with Duo... but you'll have to read to find out about that ^^; Welp, I'll shut up now, I'm new to the site so I'd love to have some reviews on my first fanfic!

Slight NCS warning. Established 1x2, 3x4, and 13x5.


On to the story...



It was a simple infiltration mission gone terribly, terribly wrong. The five Gundam pilots were strewn in various places on the musky-smelling, dusty floor of an OZ interrogation room; their limbs mercilessly chained to the wall. A dim lightbulb permeated the room from it’s perch on the top of the ceiling. Simply put, they were trapped. They hadn’t gotten the bomb where it needed to be in the base, and a stupid mistake found them in the predicament they were currently in.

“Can it, Maxwell!” Chang Wufei yelled angrily. His eyes were narrowed dangerously as he shook at his confines.

“...it really must o’ hurt. Huh, what Fei Fei?” Duo asked innocently, his face the picture of angelicness that only Heero could’ve seen through.

“Your stupid babbling isn’t going to help us out of this situation, Maxwell!” He spat the name like it was something foul. Heero gave him a warning glare, and his shoulders slumped, defeated, a cute pout that Treize would’ve killed to see settling on his lips.

“Both of you just stop it, we’re being watched remember?” Quatre Winner reminded them stubbornly. He was not in the mood for their antics; they needed to find a way out before an interrogator arrived. He inwardly shuddered at the thought. He’d heard a lot of things about OZ’s interrogation “methods.” Trowa smirked a little at his boyfriend. Always the peacemaker, he thought. Trowa was lucky; he’d been chained up right next to the blonde; reaching distance if his damn arms weren’t locked up above him. The others were all locked up in a similar way, but Wufei was nestled in between an amused-looking Duo and an emotionless-looking Heero.

“Party-pooper,” Duo grumbled. “I’m trying to lighten the mood a bit.”

“Duo, we’re chained to the wall of an OZ interrogation room,” Quatre stated. Even Wufei had to stifle a laugh.

“Someone’s coming,” Heero suddenly said, and they all made their faces expressionless as the door handle turned and light flooded into the room, then it was gone again. A tall, gruff looking man appeared. He had thick, naturally spiky brown hair, intense matching eyes, and wild eyebrows. His shoulders were broad, with a thick neck and muscular build. His thin lips were set in a grim line of determination.

“Alright. I need you to tell me why the hell you’re here. I need you to tell me what you were looking for, and if you found it. If you cooperate, this will be easy,” he demanded sternly. Each Gundam pilot jutted out their chins defiantly; not saying a word. “Well, I figured this would happen. I gave you the option though, remember that.” He began to walk, slow, sharp steps across the room as he looked them over. Deciding which of them would break the quickest. He stopped, understandably, at Quatre.

“You. Why are you five here?” the man asked. Quatre set his jaw and stared up at him with bright, blue eyes. The man landed a hard punch into Quatre’s face; causing his head to snap back into the wall. Stifling a groan, he turned back to his interrogator, a bruise already forming over the left side of his face. “Have it your way,” the man remarked, and held up a radio to his mouth. “Guards, get down here. We have a situation. Thank you.” After a few moments, three guards appeared at the doorway.

“Yes Lt. Hugar?” the one in front asked. Stupid idea, they’d just given away their interrogators name. Said interrogator gave the equally tall, muscular man in front of the pack of three a glare, then turned back to Quatre.

“Take the blonde. Use any methods,” he stressed the word, or so it seemed to Quatre, “you need in order to get him to talk.” Trowa kept himself carefully quiet and expressionless as they roughly unchained his lover from the wall. Quatre wasn’t stupid, he knew that it’d be practically impossible for him to take on four men alone– especially when all of them had weapons. So the blonde didn’t struggle, even as one of the men rubbed against him; grinding his hips to Quatre’s backside. Trowa twitched almost unnoticeably. An evil glint glistened in Duo’s eyes, vowing revenge. Wufei’s eyes screamed for justice, while Heero just stared. The three men dragged off the helpless blonde, while Lt. Hugar stayed.

“While they’re working on the pretty blonde, I’ll try to get something from one of you,” he mused softly. He began to pace again, contemplating each pilot. This time, he stopped in front of Duo. Those violet eyes gazed sharply up at him, mounted on a smooth, heart-shaped face that was framed with fringes of chocolate-colored locks. Those locks continued to a three foot long braid, which was currently trapped between a muscular body and the wall. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he said, then blushed, as if he hadn’t realized he’d said it out loud. Trowa stole a glance at Heero. Everything was masked. The cobalt-eyed boy looked as if they good slash Duo’s throat and he wouldn’t so much as blink. Hugar cupped Duo’s cheek in his hand, roughly petting it. Duo’s jaw clenched. Hugar’s hand traveled down Duo’s chest to rest on the waistband of his pants.

“Why did you come here?” he asked smoothly, leaning close to Duo’s ear.

“I’ll never tell you, you bastard,” he whispered back.

“Wrong answer,” Hugar growled, grabbing violently at Duo’s member. He cried out in pain before he could keep it back, but brought himself under control with ease. With his other hand, Hugar grabbed Duo’s braid, giving it a hard jerk.

“What is Peacecraft’s next move?” Hugar asked, digging his palm into Duo’s balls, eliciting a startled scream from the braided pilot. Duo’s mouth snapped shut again. Hugar leaned down and placed his lips on Duo’s neck, sucking so hungrily that it was painful, while at the same time continuing his torture down below. Duo, thoroughly helpless because of his bonds, began to shake them wildly. You can’t break gundanium you moron, he berated himself. Still, feeling this disgusting man’s hands on him, and seeing the absolute lack of emotion in his boyfriend’s eyes as he was molested, made him feel vulnerable and exposed. Blinking back tears, he kept himself focused on one thing: finding a way out. He searched the man with quick eyes and revealed the keys to their bonds in his right breast pocket. Taking a deep breath, he bit down on Hugar’s ear; hard. The man screamed, but before he could get up, Duo head-butted him so hard he went unconscious. Duo became quite a bit dizzy himself. Forcing himself to breathe in and out, he used his knees to prop the man up in his lap. Since his ankles were also bound, this was going to be intensely difficult. Fishing the keys out with a talented tongue and his teeth, he rocked his head a few times, then let the keys go. They landed expertly in the fingers of his right hand. Flicking his wrist back, he began to work at the locks, twisting and writhing his lock-picking-extraordinary hands. Within a few minutes, the lock was broken and he was flexing his cramping muscles. Shucking the body off his knees, he set at work with the lock on his left hand, which proved to be much easier with one hand being free already. His blood was rushing in his ears, imagining the guards coming back with Quatre at any moment, as he finished off the last chain on his ankle. Shaking a little, from what he didn’t know, he stood up and stretched briefly.
Hurriedly racing to Wufei, he finished off his bonds in minutes. He handed Wufei the keys.

“I’ll use the picks in my braid. You go to Trowa,” he ordered in a whisper. Wufei’s eyes glistened with something like respect, and he hurried to the uni-banged pilot, who was squirming a bit. Despite the emotionless look on his face, Trowa was worried about his blonde lover. Duo quickly went over to his own boyfriend. He knew that they were still being watched, but, they’d be blowing this place up in less than five minutes.

“Status?” Heero asked as Duo worked at his bonds, his eyes betraying his stony voice.

“Nothing serious,” the braided pilot said vaguely, avoiding Heero’s eye contact. He felt incredibly dirty and not loyal. He just wanted to get home and take a good, long shower; wash those lingering touches away from his skin. Finishing the final bond with shaking hands, he stood up, his lover in tow.

“Let’s go get Quatre and blow this place up,” he said, a true Maxwell-grin on his face.

“We can’t,” Heero said.

“Can’t what?” Trowa piped up, flinching and edging towards the door.

“Get Quatre. It would jeopardize the mission,” he stated.

“We’re getting Quatre,” Trowa protested calmly.

“We can’t!” Heero demanded.

“Heero Yuy you are jeopardizing the mission by arguing!” Duo quickly intervened.

“I would never jeopardize the misson,” Heero retorted hotly.

“Let’s just MOVE! I’ll place the bomb, all of you four do whatever you need to and get the hell out in the next five minutes!” Wufei shouted. They all looked at the Chinese pilot, then back at each other, and nodded. Trowa bolted out in search of Quatre while Heero and Duo bounded out together. Wufei sighed, grasping the bomb at his pocket, and taking off at a run to get to the very center of the base. It would have to be a quick escape if he wanted to make it out alive and back to Treize.

Trowa~

Trowa ran as fast as he could, hand on his gun. His heart was beating faster than he’d ever imagined it could. He knew he had a very limited amount of time, and he had no idea where to look for Quatre. He’d checked every room so far, to little avail. Finally, he stopped short of an imposing looking officer, pointed the gun at his head, and ground out: “I need to find the interrogation room where a short blonde with blue eyes is, along with three guards.” The guard looked frightened for a moment, his hand starting to go down to his gun. “Don’t even think about it,” Trowa growled, tightening his hold on the trigger.

“You’re going to kill me anyway,” the soldier sneered.

“Yep. Well, it’s gonna be sooner than later then.” He began to push down, when the officer spoke again.

“D-down the hall and two your left.” With that, Trowa hit him hard on the head with the butt of his gun, and continued to run. Skidding to a halt in front of said door, he kicked it open. It was dark. The guards must’ve left. Not bothering to try and find a light switch, he stumbled into the room, his eyes quickly adjusting to see a trembling form on the floor.

“Quatre,” he called, rushing over. From what he could see, the blonde was badly beaten, emotionally shaken, and naked too. “It’s me. We have to hurry. I need to carry you.” Careful not to aggravate his boyfriend’s injuries, he swept him up into a tight hold, and ran nimbly out the door. They’d parked a car just far enough from the base to escape the explosion, but it was still a three quarter of a mile run. Dodging soldiers in the shadows, Trowa leapt down the halls, trying not to shake Quatre, but failing rather miserably. Jumping and spinning, he landed a kick to an exit door, and ran out into the sunlight.

Heero & Duo~

Heero angrily ran out of the door with his lover, resenting the last comment that had been uttered from the braided baka’s mouth. Following quickly, he managed to cut out in front of Duo to lead the way. Sneaking swiftly through the strangely deserted hallways, he glanced back for a moment and noted with a frown that Duo was still shaking.

“Let’s go,” he ordered, and they ran faster. Exit, exit, dammit where’s an exit!? Wufei’s probably got the bomb set by now! Duo thought, close to panic. Heero suddenly stopped, and he slammed hard into that fine, strong back.

“Baka, watch where you’re going!” he growled. Duo didn’t respond, which worried him, but he quickly grabbed his lover by the hand and threw them out into daylight at a sprint.

Wufei~

He took off as fast as he could manage, breathing evenly, taking out soldiers as he made his way through the base, making small landmarks as he went along. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he noted the ringing sound that pretty much translated to: INTRUDER ALERT! Sighing, he slammed the hilt of his gun into yet another skull, and kicked through another door. Figuring he was far enough inside, he set the bomb up, taking a moment to wire it correctly, then pressed the button that started the countdown. As of that moment, the Chinese pilot had four minutes and 59 seconds to get the hell out of a base that was about to blow up.

Legs moving as soon as the bomb beeped, he pivoted and sprinted. Weaving in and out of rooms and frantic soldiers, his blood rushing in his ears, body slammed the last of the doors and threw himself into a race against time to the car.

Four minutes...

Heero pulled Duo to a stop at the blue SUV, then turned around to face his boyfriend. All anger was forgotten as he soaked in the sight before him. Swollen, red neck, a slight limp, and the braided pilot was shaking so violently it looked like a miracle that he was still standing. Reaching out to put an arm around Duo’s shoulders, he frowned when the boy flinched.

“Status?” Heero asked.

“Dammit, Heero, can’t you just ask me if I’m okay for once!?” Duo yelled. Then he promptly burst into tears, and ran into Heero’s arms. Heero held on to him tightly, one hand straying to perform firm, soothing circles on the shuddering back of his lover as they waited for the other three pilots.

Three minutes...

Trowa ran fast, relieved as he saw the car in the distance, smiling inwardly as he saw Heero and Duo embracing. They’d taken a long time to get together, and even longer to work out the “kinks” in their relationship, but they managed. Trowa glanced down at the bundle in his arms as he ran. His face was an ugly mix of purple and green overshadowing the natural paleness, his arms were limp, around his ribs the bruising was even more intense, and there was blood running down his legs. Tear-stains marred his normally rosy, dimpled cheeks, and his eyes were closed delicately. He looked so breakable Trowa was afraid of holding him too tightly. Coming to a stop, his eyes rested for a moment on Duo and Heero again, noticing Duo’s sobs. Heero gave him a little “I’m-taking-care-of-it” nod, and went back to soothing his distressed boyfriend.

Balancing Quatre on one arm, he reached into the car and pulled out his coat, that went down to his heels. On Quatre, it dragged on the floor by at least a foot. Wrapping the still-nude boy in it, he carefully placed Quatre on the side-seat, letting him slump into the middle seat as well. Climbing inside so that he was in the middle and Quatre’s head was in his lap, he began to stroke the soft blonde hair.

Two minutes...

Expertly weaving through trees like cones, he came to the clearing where they’d parked the car. Looking down at his watch, he smirked at the fact that he’d had a minute to spare. Nodding to Heero and Duo, a signal that they needed to get in, he quickly went to the driver’s seat. Heero reluctantly took the passenger seat as Duo took the seat besides Trowa. Duo could’ve sat on Heero’s lap, but that might’ve looked suspicious, and the last thing they wanted was to attract attention.

Suddenly the whole ground shook as the bomb tore through the OZ base. Smiling in satisfaction, Wufei began to drive.

They arrived back at the safe house after a long ride. Quatre hadn’t woken in Trowa’s lap, Duo was asleep against the window, snoring softly, and Heero was watching him out of the corner of his eye. They came to a stop, and Treize, in his uniform, came running out. Wufei quickly opened the door of the car and jumped out in time before Treize wrapped his long, warm arms around him and held him close.

“Dragon, are you alright?” he purred, tracing one long finger up and down Wufei’s spine.

“Yes. Must you always be like this when I come back from a mission?” he asked teasingly, though he clutched Treize just as tight. Loosening his hold a little, he met Treize’s lips with his own, shivering as that talented tongue swept across his lower lip. Sally came trotting up to the car, passing the two with a smirk.

“Anyone seriously inj-” she stopped mid-sentence as she saw Quatre’s frail body in Trowa’s arms. “Bring him inside,” she ordered tersely. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Trowa obeyed, walking swiftly to the small cabin.
Setting Quatre down on his bed, he slowly laid the boy’s head down on his pillows.

“Nn... Trowa?” he asked, his voice thick with exhaustion. Baby blue eyes peeked out from under heavy lids, eyelashes fluttering.

“Right here,” Trowa said as Sally came bounding into the room.

“How bad is it?” she asked. Trowa, having inspected the injuries in the car, prepared to say them, but Quatre beat him to it.

“Severe bruising, muscle tears, broken ribs, and a sprained wrist. Could be worse,” the blonde said, his voice raspy.

“You’re bleeding,” Sally stated. Quatre nodded, avoiding Trowa’s gaze.

“Muscle tears,” he repeated. Sally sighed and set off to work. She splinted the wrist, wrapped his ribs, and gave him some painkillers and ice for the bruises.

“You should be alright. You’re damn lucky that one of those ribs didn’t pierce a lung or something. You were beaten pretty badly. I imagine you want to shower?” she asked suddenly.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he murmured quietly. Trowa draped an arm over his shoulders and kissed his temple tenderly through the golden locks.

“Have Trowa unwrap your bandages and help you. He’ll also re-do them, and then you simply need to rest,” she instructed. Quatre nodded. Sally patted him on the head, but not in a patronizing way.

“You’ll be just fine, Quatre,” she said lightly, and walked out of the room.

Smoothing back the hair obscuring Trowa’s view of those gorgeous eyes, he began to pick the boy up, but set him down quickly after noticing that those heavy-lidded eyes were closed once again. The shower can wait till tomorrow, he thought, rubbing the blonde’s back as he rolled over onto his side. Crawling into the bed beside the blonde, he stayed on his side, not wanting to make his lover uncomfortable, or aggravate the injuries. Soon after he closed his eyes, he felt a warm body snuggle up to him and a hand clasp his own.

Heero helped Duo out of the car, seeing as how his boyfriend was tired, emotionally drained mess, and helped him to their bathroom.

“I get the shower first,” Duo said, his voice seeming dead.

“Hold it, Maxwell,” Heero said, holding him by the braid.

“Don’t touch it!” Duo yelped, pulling it back and petting it like it was a frightened puppy. “It’s sensitive right now.” Heero rolled his eyes.

“Alright, Duo, what’s the matter?” he asked, in all seriousness. Duo gaped at him.

“Maybe it’s because I nearly got r-raped by some disgusting pedophile OZ interrogator,” he suggested wryly. “I need to wash off.” Heero nodded.

“I can come with,” he stated.

“Yes, you can.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” Duo murmured truthfully, taking a step closer to his lover. Said lover wrapped a securing arm around Duo’s waist and steered him into the bathroom. Heero peeled off his clothes, folding them into a neat pile in the corner of the gray-tiled room, while Duo threw his clothes off of him like they had the plague. Bending over, Heero quickly started a hot shower, and turned back to face Duo.

“After you,” he said, holding the braid gently in his left hand. Duo gingerly climbed in, the sprays of water catching on his skin and rolling down him in soothing, rippling waves of warmth. Strong arms wound around his shoulders, making him face to face with a broad shoulder. The water rushed around them like a waterfall. Heero rubbed his boyfriend’s back again, feeling the soothing effects it had on the braided pilot, then, very carefully, tilted Duo’s head so that his neck was being hit by the current. Duo winced at first, the area still tender and sore from the rough mouth, but the water in addition to Heero’s soft lips on the healing skin soon had him relaxed and feeling much better. He picked his head up and drew Heero in for a kiss, reveling at how their bodies seemed to meld perfectly with one another.
Half an hour later found the two pilots curled up together in bed, asleep. Mission accomplished.