Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crash and Burn ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Crash and Burn

Chapter 1

Summary: When Duo finds Heero beaten and bloody on their bedroom floor, he intends to find who, or better, what, left him in that condition, and get his sweet revenge. But will the bigger challenge be getting Heero back to his old self? OCx1, 2x1, NCS

Heero gets more than he bargained for when he's taken back to an acquaintance's apartment.

Disclaimer: Misty does not own Gundam Wing. It belongs to it's wonderful creators who made a group of boys so slashable that Misty gets all giddy when she thinks of any of them alone, let alone one of them giving another pleasure. This purely a work of fiction, written `cause she loves these characters to death and wants to see them together. So no suing, kay?

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// So don't give me respect

Don't give me a piece of your preciousness //

Strong arms threw him against the wall, pinning him against it by his shoulders. The dark room was filled with the sound of his head connecting with the wall. Pain shot through his spine and he winced as he was shaken and thrust against the wall again. A strong voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"So Heero, you're too good for me now, huh? I'm not good enough for you?"

He'd seen them. Kazutaka had seen Heero and Duo coming back from one of their missions together. Duo and Heero were walking to one of Quatre's mansions when Kazutaka stopped them in the middle of the street and insisted on taking Heero out to eat. Of course he'd said it was fine… Instead, the older boy had brought him back here. Had brought him back to his apartment.

Heero was exhausted from the tiresome mission. And it didn't help his strength any that he hadn't eaten in three days. He'd just forgotten…

The older boy placed one hand around Heero's neck and brought the other back and hit him hard in the stomach. Heero coughed harshly and blinked back tears.

He knew not to make up excuses or try to explain himself… Because this wasn't the first time this had happened.

"I'm sorry, Kazutaka," he managed to choke out.

"Sorry?" The older boy yelled. "I'll show you sorry."

// Flaunt all she's got in our old neighbourhood

I'm sure she'll make a few friends //

A sense of dread built up in Heero's stomach.

The larger boy brought the back of his free hand into Heero's view. Heero winced at the action, causing the larger boy to smirk in satisfaction. His toes now barely touched the ground. His entire body ached. The older boy's raised hand moved roughly and struck the younger boy's face. Blood appeared at the corners of his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head. He held back the tears as best he could.

He knew better than to let the larger boy see him cry… Because this wasn't the first time this had happened.

"What did you do with him? You had sex with him, didn't you?" The larger boy raised his voice, grunting out the accusation.

"No I- we didn't do anything," Heero ground out, "I swea-"

"Shut up!"

Another punch was delivered to Heero's stomach, sending him into a coughing fit. As he heaved dryly he was lifted higher on the wall; his feet no longer touched the floor.

// Even the rain bows down

Let us pray as you cock-cock-cock your mane

No cigarettes only peeled HAVANAS for you //

"You think that you're special? You think anyone cares about you?"

Heero choked in the other's grip around his neck. His stomach convulsed as he struggled, now unable to breathe. He clawed at the older boy's hand in a futile effort to get away. His legs thrashed about as his airway became constricted.

The larger boy sent another hard fist into Heero's stomach, causing him to discontinue his struggle. Blood seeped onto the older boy's hand from Heero's mouth. A thin strand of crimson fell to his chin.

At this, the larger boy released his grip and threw Heero toward a corner of the small living room.

// I can be cruel

I don't know why //

The larger boy walked over to Heero where he now lay. Heero had his back to the wall. He had his eyes closed to stop the tears from coming and his head hung low, masking the humiliation on his youthful face. His body ached badly and his chest convulsed as he coughed on the blood that came to his throat. He felt his ribs scrape against his insides as he struggled for breath in between wheezes.

His body had become accustomed to pain. It was a shame that this wasn't the worst of what he could take before sweet darkness encircled him.

"I almost forgot," the larger boy hissed. "You don't break that easily."

Heero tightened his hand into a fist. He whispered, "Kazutaka… Please… Stop…"

"Stop?" A maniacal laugh had the hairs on the back of Heero's neck on end. "I told you, Heero," the other boy continued, "you're worthless. You need to be punished."

He leaned in closer to the boy on the ground and whispered into his ear, "You belong to me. Do you need me to show you that?"

Heero shuddered against the wall, shaking his head feverishly from side to side.

"I think you do, Hee-chan."

// Why can't my ba.ll.oo.n stay up in a perfectly windy sky //

The larger boy reached down to take Heero's slight neck in his hand again. He seemed to have an insane glint in his eye as he raised Heero against the wall as before.

"No Kazutaka… Please… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Heero shook his head again and again as he stared into the older boy's metallic eyes with pleading ones.

The older boy pushed him harder against the wall, silencing him.

The boy whimpered. He was pushed roughly against the doorframe, feet dangling. The larger boy placed his hands all over him, roughly grabbing at every inch of the younger boy's pretty body. He brought his face to Heero's and kissed him forcefully. Heero could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes shot open and he panicked as he though of where this might lead. He tried to prevent the older boy from entering his mouth and decided on biting the other's tongue if he forced his way in. Heero brought his hands forward to push him away.

The larger boy tore his mouth away from the Heero's. He clenched his teeth, "So I'm not good enough for you?" He shouted at the boy's face. Heero winced at the venomous tone of the words.

"Kazu-"

The larger boy punched Heero in the stomach again, harshly. With his teeth gritted, he wound his arm back again to strike the small boy. Heero's breath was once again taken from him as the fist collided with his slender stomach. Again and again the older boy punched Heero. The boy in his grasp whimpered at every blow to his abdomen. He felt a crack as his ribs broke... Again.

"You're nothing without me Heero! Nobody will ever want you! I'm the only person who cares for you!" His attacker shouted. He fell to the ground as the hand around his neck released its grip.

// I can be cruel

I don't know why //

Heero lay on his back on the floor. His mind told him to get up, to defend himself, to do anything, but his body wouldn't respond. He felt a stabbing pain in the already injured area of his stomach as the other boy came down on top of him and took both his wrists into one large hand.

He felt the older boy ravage his body, touching him everywhere. He turned this way and that, trying to flip himself over so that he might crawl away.

The older boy smirked at his attempts to break free. He pushed Heero's chin back, exposing his long tanned neck.

Heero felt the wetness of the larger boy's tongue trace up his neck. He shivered at the sensuous touch, but struggled against the other's embrace. He hated the way his body responded to the other boy's touch. He just wanted this all to be over.

The other was now reaching his free hand beneath Heero's shirt, playing with and hardening his nipples, causing Heero to whimper. He traced the younger boy's chest with his tongue, making his way down past his stomach.

Heero twisted in the other boy's grip. He found strength in his leg and brought his knee up to strike the boy hard in his stomach.

The larger boy released his grip on the smaller and keeled over, placing his hands on his injured stomach.

// I don't know why //

The injured and bloody Heero, still under his older attacker, brought his hands to the ground and began to move from under the other boy frantically.

Heero's face took on a terrified look as the other's eyes pierced through him. The older boy brought his fist down hard onto Heero's stomach.

His stomach convulsed as he gagged from the impact of the blow.

"Heero," the older boy hissed. "Trying to get away?" He brought his face to Heero's.

"Don't think about it Hee-chan-- Wouldn't want anything terrible to happen to that boy you were with… Now would we?"

Heero shook at the implications. He immediately stopped his struggle as his once bright, Prussian blue eyes became dull.

"No," he answered mechanically.

He felt tears stinging his eyes.

"Yes Heero. Cry. You're so pretty when you cry."

// Dance with the Sufis

Celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain //

His body lay still on the floor as the older boy continued playing with it, making it his own as he forced cries of pain and whimpers out of the boy.

Heero wasn't even aware that his clothing had been removed. He held his eyes closed and bit his lip, concentrating on the sting of his own teeth sinking into his flesh.

He did become aware of his situation, however, when he felt fingers tracing the ring of muscle on his backside. He tensed, biting at his lip fiercely. A finger was painfully thrust into his entrance. Heero let out a loud whimper as his eyes shot open.

He stared into the other boy's arrogant face.

// Lover brother bogenvilla

My vine twists around your need //

He let out a sharp scream as the older boy thrust another finger into his body and began to pump them in an out of his small hole. His eyes closed tightly. Pain encircled him and he prayed for it to end.

The fingers were removed then, and for one naïve moment Heero was thankful as he panted on the floor.

Excruciating pain overwhelmed him as the fingers where replaced by the older boy's large member.

// Even the rain is sharp

Like today as you sh-sh-shock me sane //

Heero screamed loudly as the boy began to pump his large cock in and out of him. He tried to twist away, but the other boy held him down by his bruised ribs. Heero shut his eyes tightly and seriously thought about biting off his tongue and ending his pain.

But, he decided, as the other boy inflicted as much pain on Heero as he could, he didn't deserve to get off that easily.

// No cigarettes only peeled HAVANAS for you //

Heero's thoughts turned toward Duo in an effort to dull the pain encircling his body.

Duo. The thought of him brought a sense of calm over Heero. Without even meaning to, the other boy had become dear to Heero. As much as Heero tried to keep his emotions in control and people at a distance, Duo had slipped through the cracks.

Whether it was his outgoing nature or his never-ending pool of energy that mystified Heero was hard to tell. All he knew was that he didn't want anything to happen to Duo, and he would do anything to keep him safe.

// I can be cruel

I don't know why //

The other boy's fondling of his body continued. Heero became aware of the increasing pace and the wildness of the other boy's movements.

This is what worried him most. Not knowing what was going to happen next. Then again, he didn't really have to worry about what was happening next, because he was beginning to black out. The blows dealt to his body were beginning to take their toll. He only hoped that the other boy would be decent enough to leave after he was done. He wanted away from him.

Heero struggled against unconsciousness. He wanted to be the one to leave after this was over. To never come back. But the chances of the other boy leaving him alone from now on were slim to none.

Heero blacked out before the other boy came, for which he didn't even have the mind to be thankful.

He thought of nothing as he slept bloodied and beaten on the floor.

// I don't know why //

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Author's Note:

Whew. I've got a ton of ideas swimming around in my head for this one. It's kinda dark, huh? I hope I can do the GW boys justice in this story. My goal is to write a story that I would put in my favorites… Let's see if I'm pleased with this one. I doubt it. I have a long way to go as a writer before I'm satisfied. This is my second fic ever… Haha… By the rating of this thing, I shouldn't even be reading it XDDD.

The title for the fic came from the Savage Garden song Crash and Burn from the album Affirmation. The song used in this chapter was Tori Amos' Cruel from the album The Choirgirl Hotel. Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged. Flames are not.