Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Affairs ❯ Dangerous Affairs part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series.

Warnings: Lemon, lime, angst, rape, abuse, foul language, AU, OOC

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 3xR

Rating: NC 17

Author: Ryouga

Summary: Treize Kushrenada runs an elite detective agency and Ace detectives Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell are assigned the task of bringing a serial killer to justice. Quatre Winner is a young trainee under the ever-watchful eye of Wu Fei Chang. When good meets bad and love enters the equation, it becomes a dangerous affair.

Author's note: This arc will officially be known as the `Retribution and Atonement' arc

Author's Chapter note: When I mentioned to ShenLong I was doing a rape scene of a certain person that she absolutely detests, she requested that I let her write it, and so, who am I to deny her torture time? Asterisks at the beginning and end denote the rape scene. Shenny I hope you enjoyed yourself *snickers*

Date: 29/10/03

"Dangerous Affairs"

Part 2

Quatre whistled happily away to himself, still admiring the 100 credits. Wandering into his office he pocketed them and almost threw himself into his chair.

"Where have you been Winner?" A serious voice sounded from behind him

`Oh shit' He'd forgotten about his senior and training partner, Wu Fei Chang. Quatre swallowed, how was he going to get out of this one… "Er, I was just out conducting business of sorts," he replied sincerely. Well it *was* the truth… sort of.

Wu Fei shook his head, a knowing look upon his face. "Alright Quatre, how much did you manage to swindle this time?"

Quatre's face lit up. "100 credits."

Wu Fei laughed. His trainee was certainly a devious little piece of work. "Remind me never to make a bet with any one while you're around."

Getting out of his chair and heading over to his senior, Quatre gave a seductive little smirk as he brushed up against the young Chinese detective. "Why? Afraid I might win? Afraid you might have to… put out?" He swept his hand lightly across his seniors groin, resting it over the semi hardened bulge.

"More like, I'm afraid I'd lose my money; and sorry, but I'm straight Winner."

"Damn, and you're so sexy too," the blonde grinned with a final quick squeeze. "Oh well, I`m heading to the club after work so I might get lucky and pick up some poor, unsuspecting guy, and maybe we can both get laid."

The Chinese male shook his head, a concerned look upon his face. "You need to be careful out there right now Winner. That psycho they've been after is still on the loose and most of his murder victims are males. Although…." He paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

Quatre watched the senior detective as his mind whirred and clicked in his head. He found it quite interesting to observe the man pace around the room.

"…Although?" The blonde trainee repeated, expressing a desire to know his companions thoughts.

"Although," Wu Fei turned back to face his junior, "He has raped at least two women."

Quatre frowned, watching as Wu Fei walked over to his desk and sat himself down in his chair. "So, how come the police haven't handed the case over to us yet? I mean they usually do when it becomes difficult to track the offender down."

The Chinese detective glanced sideways at him. "Why do you think Treize has called the wild cards to his office?"

Quatre's mouth fell open. "You're kidding me, *those* two on *that* case, Why that's like sticking Laurel and Hardy in charge of the Vatican."

"Then in that case…" Wu Fei made the sign of the cross. "…All we can do is pray for them my son."

Quatre slapped his hand over his face. "Sheesh. Talk about corny!"

Wu Fei gave a small grin as he opened his desk drawer pulling out a file. "Any way you, back to work you've played long enough today and we still have the rest of our paperwork to finish before we can leave."

The young blonde saluted stiffly as he turned on his heel and headed back towards his own desk. "I'm on it Detective Chang."

Wu Fei rolled his eyes.

~*~

"We what?!"

Treize sighed. "You heard me Detective Maxwell; the case is yours to handle. The head of the Department of Internal Affairs has given you the serial killer case, now don't let me down you two!"

Heero bit his lip as Treize eyed them solemnly. Looked like Duo got his wish after all. He'd been yearning for this case to come their way ever since the first killing a few months earlier. He listened as Treize gave his junior the *How serious this is* lecture before turning his attention back to Heero himself.

"And as for you Detective Yuy, It's up to you to keep Maxwell in check."

Heero glanced over at Duo who now had an excited grin plastered across his face. "I'm so glad to see that you're enthusiastic about this, Duo because we can't afford to let our guard down with this one."

Duo nodded in agreement. " I understand Heero, really I do, and I promise I'll be good," he winked.

Treize stood. "Well that's all I have for you for now. I trust you'll start work on this right away," he inquired as he held out his hand for the two men to shake. They obliged.

Heero nodded as he and Duo stood to leave. "Yes sir."

"Right away!" Duo agreed enthusiastically. "I shall enjoy nothing more than bringing this sick minded freak to justice. C'mon Heero, you heard the man," he grinned, dragging his companion out of Treize's office and back towards their own.

"Shit Duo, eager or what?" He asked as his companion ushered him to his seat by the shoulders.

"You betcha. I wanna get started on this ASAP."

"Well you can't start without this Maxwell." Treize popped his head around the corner of their office, holding out a file.

"I think you forgot something important Duo," Heero grinned.

Duo went over and took the file, "Ehehe… um yeah, good point. Thanks for that." He quickly turned on his heel, headed back to his desk and buried his face in the file so that no one could see the embarrassed, * Fuck I'm an idiot* look on that had appeared upon it.

"Thanks Treize," Duo's senior offered, "I think he'll behave himself for the rest of the day. He's too embarrassed to speak, let alone act up... thank god," he added with a wink.

Treize chuckled as Duo replied with a single finger gesture. "I'll leave you two to it then. Oh and take lunch from eleven thirty through one thirty, go through the file, see what you can come up with. I'll pay you the extra hour so you won't lose out on time."

"Will do," Heero confirmed as Treize left, heading back to his own office. He turned to Duo who still had his face shoved into the file. He walked up behind his blushing beauty and placed his arms around his chest, resting his cheek on his lover's. "Love you Duo."

A quiet sigh returned and Duo placed his hands over Heero's. "Love you too Heero, and I'm sorry about the file," he apologized.

Placing a gentle kiss on his partner's face Heero smiled. "Don't worry about it, I'm not. Shit we all get over excited from time to time, plus I know how much you want to bring this asshole down." He glanced down at his watch. "Look let's head out for lunch, it's only a couple of minutes til eleven thirty now, grab the file and let's head down to McArthur's Café."

"Can we get ice cream?"

Heero laughed, "If you want, but it's on one condition.

Duo gave him a puzzled look. "Ok, what is it?"

"You have to eat lunch first, before you order the ice cream preferably." Heero waggled his finger at him playfully. "I don't want a repeat performance of when we went to Dickies Diner."

Duo smirked. "And just what was wrong with me dipping my fries in my ice cream?"

Heero recalled the evil concoction and his face contorted. "Hmm, let's see… maybe it was the fact that you had chocolate sauce with it, as well as pouring your cola over it while still dipping your fries and the poor waitress almost hurled when you asked for ketchup as well," he grinned. "I swear I don't think she realized you were joking."

It was Duo's turn to laugh as he remembered the look on the waitress's face. She'd almost succeeded in turning a paler shade of green. "Hey, it could have been worse, I could have offered to share."

"Duo, you are truly one sick little man," he replied moving to the side and ruffling Duo's fringe.

"I'm also a hungry one," the junior detective grinned, getting up out of his seat. "So let's get out of here and eat." He grabbed the file with one hand and his lover with the other. "I can hardly wait to start on this Heero," he added waving the file about.

Heero shook his head and chuckled quietly to himself as he allowed Duo to drag him off down the corridor. At least now they had a case to work on; but still, in his mind, Heero wondered if the other young man was ready for something as big as this.

~*~

Wu Fei shut down his computer before turning to Quatre. "You finished?"

Quatre nodded absentmindedly. "I'm just finishing this last paragraph."

"You want lunch?"

"Am I gay?"

"You look happy enough to me," Wu Fei grinned, "Although I would be too if I'd manage to swindle a hundred credits out of my coworkers."

The blonde saved his work before shutting down his computer and getting up from his chair. "Ah, so Wu Fei *does* have a sense of humor. I was beginning to wonder about that."

The Chinese man winked. "I work with you don't I?"

Lost for words the blonde could only grin in amusement as his senior grabbed his car keys and headed for the office door. "Come on Quatre, my shout."

"Ooh, so where are we going for lunch?" the blonde asked following the other man out.

Wu Fei pondered the question for a moment. "Decisions, decisions. How about the Diner down the road?"

"What, Dickies?"

The Chinese man opened the main door, stopping to give his trainee an almost horrified look. "You have *got* to be kidding. After the little show that Maxwell put on with his food antics I'm too embarrassed to dare show my face in there ever again. "

Quatre grinned and continued out the door. "Duo's harmless enough, he just likes to have fun, that's all."

Wu Fei laughed as he shut the door and caught up to the blonde, "Trust you to side with him, but any way, I thought we could go to Bekkers. They have the best steak sandwiches and their fairly reasonable in price."

"As long as there's food, I'm not going to complain," Quatre smiled.

They turned the corner into the car park and headed for Wu Fei's car, Wu Fei opening and holding the door for Quatre.

"I don't believe it. You mean there are still *real* gentlemen in this world?"

"Shut up and get in the car Winner." Wu Fei chuckled, as he waited for the blonde to pull his legs in before closing his door for him and getting in the car himself.

"Watch out Bekkers. Here I come."

Wu Fei grinned, shaking his head. The blonde was beginning to act like Maxwell, and that was just too scary too deal with. "I think I'll be keeping you as far away from Duo as possible from now on Quatre, one Duo is bad enough, but two…."

Quatre laughed as Wu Fei started up the car and began to drive off. "Now that's something not even I want to think about!"

~*~

Duo sat quietly browsing through the killers file. Heero had gone to order lunch, informing his partner that it would be safer for everyone that way. Funny enough, Duo never protested at the prospect of not ordering his own evil concoctions like he usually did, but instead he had readily agreed, promptly opened the file and began to read.

"So what are we up against?" Heero asked on his return.

Duo sighed. "No name, no other information, no one has been even able to give a description of the bastard."

"Could be a bitch you know Duo," Heero commented, "Apparently no one even knows what sex this killer is."

"Yeah I'm reading all that now. " He paused a moment as a realization dawned upon him. "No wonder the cops couldn't come up with any thing solid, if this is all they have on the asshole." He pointed to the third paragraph, "Wait a minute, Heero look at this…"

Heero stuck his head over Duo's shoulder. "What is it?"

"Shit those cops are a bunch of stupid lunkheads…." Duo grinned, as he believed he'd put two and two together. "This is a guy, it has to be…"

"How'd you figure?'

"Well for a start he rapes women, ties them down, fucks them up the ass while using a baton to do the other dirty deed. Uses a condom, never touches them with his bare skin, hands, or mouth and is always clothed. I mean, one victim said she was sure that there were boxer shorts rubbing up against her as he danced the snake tango."

Heero looked closer."Shit does it really say that?"

Duo laughed."Well not in that way, but yeah."

"Could be a strap on babe. Never assume normal in a case like this, there's always the possibility that we're dealing with a woman." He noticed the daunting look on his partner's face."Don't get me wrong Duo, it's not that I don't I agree with you, but you know yourself that in this job things are sometimes not what they appear to be and open mindedness is a prerequisite."

Duo gave a resigned sigh. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I shouldn't make assumptions based on this alone."

"Never mind koi, as long as we work this through together everything will work out fine. We'll get the prick, oh, and I hope you don't mind," Heero began, randomly changing the subject, "I ordered you a coke with your burger and fries."

Duo grinned."You know me too well my love."

Heero smiled, placing his hands gently over Duo's. Heero wasn't one for displays of open affection in public, so Duo was taken aback when his lover leant over and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you Duo Maxwell."

"I love you too," the young man blushed.

~*~

The house was small and tidy, well looked after. Its sole resident a quiet young man, wealthy and rich in assets and money. Although, from the way he lived you wouldn't know he came from money. He lived the simple life, rarely socializing unless the mood struck his fancy. He had only a few select friends but he preferred it that way. Sprawled out comfortably in his lounge chair the young man had just finished eating his evening meal when his cell phone rang. Setting his plate to the side, he reached over and grabbed it from the coffee table in front of him.

"Trowa Barton of Barton Family Industries; how may I be of service?"

He listened as the voice on the other end of the line rambled on and it was a good few minutes before Trowa had the chance to respond. "Certainly, I'm sure we can manage that. If you'd like to come into the office tomorrow around 10am then we can go over the contract, revise it, and make all the necessary changes," Trowa paused again as the caller continued on."No, it won't be a problem," he chuckled at a comment his client threw at him. " I assure you Mr. Jacobson, you're no trouble at all. Barton Family Industries is flexible sir. "

He listened as Mr. Jacobson finished up and then began winding up the call. "Right 10.30 am it is. See you then sir." he nodded. "Yes sir, you too. Have a good evening won't you," he smiled "I will sir. Yes, see you tomorrow. Goodbye." The phone on the other end went quiet and Trowa sighed. This was the second time that Mr. Jacobson had added extra work onto the contract. Not that Trowa minded. At least his client had offered an extra bonus payment that would more than sufficiently cover the added expenses for both extra workloads.

Smiling to himself he reached down to the table, placing the cell phone back into its previous position, exchanging it for the TV remote. He stretched himself out on his lounge and sighed. Tonight he would kick back and relax, watch some TV, go for his evening walk, and then return home to sleep. With a quick push of a button, the TV came to life. There would be time enough tomorrow to worry about the contract.

~*~

"Hey babe, grub's up!" Duo placed their evening meal onto the kitchen table, carefully moving the case file to the left a little. The last thing he wanted to do was spill crap onto it. He'd been going over the file line-by-line, paragraph-by-paragraph, page-by-page, report after report since they'd arrived home two hours ago. He was searching for something, anything that would give him the slightest clue or that little bit of hidden information someone else may have missed in regard to just what this jerks motives were; but to no avail.

Heero walked into the kitchen and caught Duo with his head stuck in the file for what must have been the 10th time in the past couple of hours.

Duo was oblivious to the fact that Heero had entered the kitchen until the file was so abruptly pulled out from under his nose. "Oi!! Heero! I was reading that!!"

"Yes I noticed. Now eat. We can go over the file together after dinner."

Duo's face dropped, his eyes drooped, and he pouted like a little puppy in trouble for peeing on the carpet. "But I…"

"I am not going to stand by and see you be consumed by this case!" Heero informed him firmly.

"But I…"

"EAT!!!"

"Alright already." Duo grabbed his fork, stabbed one of the sausages on his plate, and shoved one end of it into his mouth chewing it off. "I'm eating. Happy?" he continued, mumbling with his mouth full.

Heero had to grin at his over zealous companion. He fully understood that Duo was determined to find the killer, but at the same time he had seen what happened when a case had consumed other detectives. Their lives were controlled and consumed by it, their families broken apart over it and they ended up as outsiders of the law themselves, making deals with petty criminals and breaking all the rules to do it. Admittedly, Duo wasn't stupid enough to get that far out of control, but the obsessive signs were already showing through and nipping it in the bud now would be the best way to stop it before it had the slightest chance to head in that direction. He watched as Duo begrudgingly ate some more of the forked sausage

"Look babe," he began gently." I know you really want to solve this case, but I won't let you make yourself sick over it. Like I said, we can both go over it tonight and discuss different ideas on how to approach this case. Going in all gung-ho can cloud your vision and taint your decisions, so just take it one step at a time, okay?"

Duo swallowed the last mouthful of sausage and gave a long drawn out sigh. "I'm sorry Heero. I guess I'm just a little over excited about having the chance to bring this freak to justice."

Heero reached over and placed his hands gently over Duo's free hand on the table. "I know just how much this case means to you Duo, so don't get me wrong." He looked the other young man directly in the eyes and sighed before continuing. "It's just that I love you and I don't want to see you get hurt or disappointed if things don't go the way you're expecting them to. This isn't one of those whodunit games babe, this is real and it could get dangerous; and if anything ever did happen to you…" He paused, squeezing his lover's hand, a serious look on his face, "…I would never be able to forgive myself."

Duo blushed a deep crimson red, he knew that Heero loved him but had he been taking it for granted as to just how much. Placing his fork down onto his plate, he set his other hand over Heero's. "I won't let you down on this Heero and I'll stop flying solo too; after all, we are a team aren't we?"

Heero's face echoed the relief he felt. Duo had understood what he had been trying to say and not taken it the wrong way. He smiled at his partner lovingly. "We sure are Duo and I want to keep it that way for as long as you'll put up with my pedantic and stubborn ways."

Duo leant over and kissed Heero softly. "As long as you put up with mine too, it's a deal!"

~*~

Flashback~~

Screams of terror rang down the corridor. A young child no more than eight stood transfixed unable to move himself from his position outside of the kitchen door. He stared, terrified at the sight before him, his breathing increasing as panic set in, his own screams of terror blending in with the rest. He watched helpless against the attackers, screaming and pleading for them to stop as they mercilessly murdered his parents, slitting their throats from ear to ear, plunging the blades deep into their hearts and throwing them to the floor in a bloodied heap. The boy screamed and screamed for some one to help; but no one came. He turned and ran, only to be stopped in his tracks by a pair of bloody hands.

End flashback~~

Panicked eyes flew open; breathing heavily, sweat pouring from his brow and the anger stewing in his heart from a trauma never to be forgotten made him bolt upright. Shaking, he glanced around the room for confirmation that he was indeed alone.

With a look of demented determination on his face, the young man climbed out of his bed, the darkness shadowing his form and reached into his bedside table drawer. Taking out a photograph of a young blonde-haired woman, the young man set it on his bed.

"Your turn I believe."

~*~

Relena Dorlian slept alone in her one bedroom apartment. It was a quiet neighborhood, nothing ever happened.

The sound of a window being gently propped up was barely audible and seconds later a figure emerged from the shadows, quietly working its way towards the sleeping woman. This had to be quick if the perpetrator was to complete the task successfully. A hand slowly crept towards her mouth. The other would be needed in keeping control of the situation.

Relena stirred and the offending party made its move, gathering the slumbering young woman with the free hand while the other clamped over her mouth tightly.

The young woman tried to cry out, but her attacker was too quick and had her gagged and tied before she could do anything. Throwing her back onto her bed, the unseen face gazed down at her, a lustful look in unseen eyes. The young woman cried out in muffled protests but it was to no avail. No one could hear her.

Dropping a small bag onto the floor, Relena's attacker pulled out some smaller pieces of rope and knelt beside her on the bed, whispering into her ear. "Don't worry," aquiet voice resounded. "I won't kill you. I promise. I don't kill the women."

The words were far from comforting as Relena felt her left, then right hand being attached to the posts of her bed. He followed the same pattern with her ankles. She pulled and struggled, trying to free herself from the bonds that held her captive, still crying out in muffled protest. She strained her eyes, trying to see who this was invading her privacy and about to take away her dignity, but it was too dark.

She struggled as the buttons on her nightshirt were undone, her legs, although she tried, could not kick up enough to make a wave in the water, let alone kick this bastard into the realm of even a pained shin.

Feeling a down ward tug on her underwear, Relena firmly planted her backside into the mattress. She was determined to fight him all the way; but he was equally as determined.

*** Relena felt the coolness of the blade long before she saw it and trembled. He'd promised not to kill her. Had he changed his mind? The flat of the blade traveled along her thigh until it met with the edge of her panties. With a deft flick of his wrist the razor edge cut through the elastic and silk, the process repeated on the other side. The mattress rose slightly as his weight left it momentarily to drop the knife back into the bag. Relena tried again to scream past the gag, jerking her wrists and ankles but it was no use. He had her trussed tighter than a Christmas turkey.

A touch of latex against her skin and gloved hands pulled the remnants of her underwear from her body leaving her exposed to the cool night air. She struggled again as his glove-covered fingers delved between her legs seeking out her womanhood, stroking gently against her heated folds. Tears sprang to her eyes, as she fully understood her position and what was about to happen to her.

He shoved a finger inside her, uncaring of the pain his rough action caused. She had to pay, like so many of the others, she owed him. What she owed him he couldn't tell; all he knew was what the small voices in his head were telling him. A second finger joined the first and he began to move them in and out, aware of the muffled cries she made and interpreting them as pleasure, not pain.

Relena screamed her pain behind the gag, tears leaking from her eyes, as the burning sensation grew more intense. Her body unable to produce any form of lubrication given the shocked state she was in. The latex pushed against tender skin, reddening and rubbing it raw with the dry friction.

He felt his passion begin to swell between his legs with the whimpers and cries from his victim's throat. There was something intensely gratifying to his soul about having a body restrained beneath him, dependent on his will for its very existence. He didn't care to hear the begging or pleading, he'd heard enough of that in the past to know it never did any good and so he gagged his victims, somehow that made it easier for him to deal with, made him different to those who ignored the pleas for mercy.

How could you grant clemency when you didn't hear the appeal?

The ache in his groin was beginning to intensify and he quickly withdrew his fingers from the dry heat and stroked them over the small patch of skin that separated the woman's two entrances. His lips curled into a sadistic smile as he located the tiny, tight hole and pushed a finger inside, the heat here was different to her other heat and he groaned inwardly.

The pain lessened for a moment and Relena heaved a sigh of relief as the fingers left her abused insides. The relief didn't last long though and another scream was dragged from her to be swallowed by the gag as the finger returned again to its torment of her soft skin. The pain of the forced penetration sent tears cascading down her cheeks once more as the humiliation of what this perpetrator was doing to her struck home with startling clarity.

A second finger joined the first, roughly invading the private area and exploring the heated insides, forcing the muscle to relax and stretch. He could feel the dampness in his pants as his desire grew. Deciding he had waited long enough he pulled his fingers from within and shifted from the bed.

A quiet sobbing was all the victim was capable of. Never had she felt so violated... so dirty... so.... degraded. Fervently hoping her attacker had gotten his jollies and was leaving, she dared to open her pain filled eyes. What she saw sent the chill of ice through her spine and she froze. In the dim light cast by the moon she could make out the silhouette of him. She vaguely heard the lowering of a zipper and couldn't help but see the outline of the large swollen cock that was lovingly drawn out. The hand gave a couple of pumps and a low moan came from his throat as he gave voice to the touch. His hands moved again and she heard the tearing of something and then he was fondling himself from head to root, or so it seemed. With a shudder she realized he was sheathing himself in a condom.

The couple of pumps to his throbbing cock drove his excitement higher. He tore open the foil packet, careful to place the packaging inside his bag before covering the tip of his erection with the latex and rolling it swiftly down the shaft. Reaching into the bag once again he withdrew the thick length of his baton and caressed it lovingly. His gaze shifted back to the trembling, bound woman on the bed. Fortunately she couldn't see the cold glitter in his eyes as he appraised her spread legs.

Relena was trying hard not to panic. There wasn't much she could do about it anyway. She was held firmly in place with no hope of escape and no chance of rescue. All she could do was to try to switch off her mind and pray that it would all end soon. She felt the heat of his breath moments before the mattress dipped and he was beside her again. Holding back the sob, she forced herself to remain calm.

He sank to the mattress again, making sure to bring his face close to her ear and whispered. "Time for the fun to start."

Relena caught the cry before it could leave her throat. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out her fear.

"Now be a good little whore and spread those legs for me. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

The coolness and cruelty in his voice as he spoke those words sent Relena's heart racing, the cold hand of terror settling over her chest. She felt him move again, then the sensation of latex against her thigh told her he was positioned between her legs. She shifted slightly as a large blunt object was pressed against her abused opening. A stinging slap to her face warned her that, that was not a good idea.

"Stay still whore and take it. I guarantee you have never been fucked like this before. You may even enjoy it, you cock tease." The words were evil and dripped with sarcasm.

Relena's cries were muffled as the blunt, thick end of the baton was forced inside her. The dry walls protested the invasion as her body rallied to provide some form of lubrication, unfortunately it wasn't soon enough to prevent the damage being done to the inner lining.

He watched, fascinated as the baton disappeared into the woman's body. It never ceased to amaze him how the female could stretch to accommodate such a large object. He expertly worked the instrument around, bruising the tender tissues with his force, uncaring as he continued to get off on the sight. His cock hardened further with the visual stimulation to the point where it was becoming painful for him. He began to push and pull the object, building the length and depth of the strokes as he mimicked the sexual act.

Relena began to pass in and out of consciousness as her body was violated, the natural defenses of her mind kicking in to shield her from the trauma of her rape. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she felt her hips lifted as the baton was shoved deep inside her and the unmistakable press of latex against her rear opening.

He pressed the object in deep as he lifted the creamy hips as far as the restraints would allow. He drew his legs underneath himself and positioned his cock at her rear passage. He liked to fuck them but preferred to fuck them up the ass, it was tighter and hotter plus there was another advantage...

He lined himself up and began to push forth, the ring stubbornly refusing to open and permit him to enter. He knew she was clamping down on her muscles, trying to prevent his entry but it would do no good. He *would* enter and he *would* fuck her. Her resistance just made it all the better for him. "Fuck you're tight," he ground out as he continued to press against the tiny hole.

Gritting her teeth Relena called upon all the courage she could muster and clenched her muscles. The pain that shot through her as her inner walls gripped the baton nearly caused her to pass out, but she was determined to make him fight for every inch, even if it cost her her sanity... or her life.

He gave an evil laugh. "You won't keep me out you whore. I will take you, I will fuck you raw." He gave a more forceful push of his hips and the muscle screamed in protest as it was forced to give and permit the thick head to enter. Fortunately, the condom bore a small amount of lubrication which eased the entry a little, but by no means did it make it any less painful.

Relena's eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out from the sudden pain.

He shoved himself deeper, bathing in the heat and the tightness of the passage. Once he was buried to the hilt he paused and lifted one hand from the creamy hip to dive between their bodies and find the end of the baton. He pulled the object out a short way before plunging it back inside and moaned loudly as he felt the hardness of the baton press against his shaft lodged in the woman's back passage. God how he loved this sensation. He opened his eyes, wondering why the vocal emissions had ceased from his victim. That was after all, part of his enjoyment, hearing them moan as he fucked them.

Noting she was unconscious he growled softly. This would not do. He released the baton for a moment and slapped her cheek... hard. He repeated the action several times until she gave a moan indicating her return to the current plane of pain filled existence. "Do not pass out on me again!" He ground out, only just maintaining hold of his anger. "I want you to feel this, to feel everything I am doing to you."

Her body on fire with the burning that radiated from the rawness of both her passages, Relena could only try to stay conscious. Somehow she managed to detach her mind from her form and drift in the red haze as the man plundered her young body.

He began to move, thrusting his hips shallowly at first as he felt the hardness of the baton press against him, exciting him. Gradually his speed increased as the channel gave in to his demands. He reached for the baton once more and began to push it in and out in countenance to his thrusting cock. "You feel that? Do you feel my thick cock fucking you up the ass while you take my baton at the same time? You like it?"

Relena whimpered, the tears having dried and no more being shed.

"Tell me how much you like being fucked double. I bet you've never been fucked in both passages at the same time before." He was close to the edge, the heated slickness of the tight ass combined with the hardness of the baton in her other channel driving him mad with desire.

"Shit! Oh fuck!" he began to slam himself deep inside her body, baton plunging at a punishing rate inside as he strove to reach the pinnacle and fall over the other side. "Fuck you're tight!" he moaned as his balls began to tighten.

Relena could feel every stroke, every agonizing plunge into her torn passages. She knew the slickness wasn't just because her body had finally managed to produce lubrication but quite the opposite. She had felt the tears and knew it was her own blood that now bathed the invasive cock and baton. The bile was rising in her throat and she hoped she would choke on it, anything was better than enduring this torture.

He tossed his head back as he felt the familiar uncoiling in his belly, his balls drawing close and he plunged himself deep once more, sliding the baton continuously in and out as he shot his passion forth to be trapped in the latex and bathe the head of his sensitive cock with his hot seed.

His breath came in ragged pants, sweat ran down his back as he rode the last of his release. Gradually his hand slowed its movements on the baton until finally it stilled ***

Moments later he reached into his bag, taking out a plastic one that contained a damp cloth. He pulled out of her, carefully removed the condom, and cleaned himself up. Changing gloves, he glanced down at the bitch who'd put up so much resistance and saw that she had once again passed out. He then removed the baton that was still embedded inside his enemy and cleaned it up as best he could. He would worry about sterilizing it later. He didn't care, he'd exacted his revenge and he didn't care that she herself had never crossed his path, but just like all the others he'd raped and killed, she was one of them, one of those of the same bloodline who had dared to destroy his life and they all would have to pay, every last one.

He packed everything back into his bag and tidied himself up. Making sure that he left no traces of the rape, bar the scene on the bed before him, he blew the unconscious woman an unremorseful kiss, and exited via the same window he'd entered.

~*~

Early morning shone through the bedroom window of the Winner residence. Quatre rolled over and glanced at his clock. 6.15am. He sighed and covered his head with his pillow. His alarm was set for 7am and he was just a little peeved that the evil sun had dared to wake him from his restful slumber. Grumbling to himself he decided that now actually might be a good time to go and empty his aching bladder. Dragging himself out of bed he stumbled his way to the bathroom and relieved himself of the remnants of last night's water binge he'd been on before retiring to bed. He returned to his room, grabbed his work clothes and a towel from his closet and headed back to the bathroom. There was no point in going back to bed now, otherwise he'd be tempted to turn the alarm off and then he'd never get up in time for work. He sighed, turned on the shower, stripped off and got in. Oh well, at least he'd be able to read the paper before he left.

Fifteen minutes later, he was washed, dressed and refreshed and he strolled outside to collect the morning paper. He picked it up from by the porch; at least the paper boy had the decency to throw it there this time and not the fish pond as he sometimes did.

Quatre unrolled the bundle and started to quickly glance over the sports section on the back pages while heading back towards the house. His basketball team had been doing well in the championships and he had been sure that they'd take the top spot easily, but to his disillusionment they had lost by one goal. He cussed quietly under his breath and turned the paper over.

His face turned a whiter shade of pale and his blood ran cold as anger and despair coursed through his veins. He gripped the paper tightly and headed back inside.

~*~

Duo was the first to be woken by the infernal ringing of the phone. He rolled over and found himself staring into his lover's Prussian blue eyes. "Honey can you get that?" He asked

"You've got two arms legs and a heartbeat," Heero replied placing a soft kiss to Duo's nose.

Duo grinned." I get the picture sweetheart." He reached over to his bedside dresser and grabbed the cordless phone. "Hello, you've called us at 6.30am in the morning and we haven't even started having sex yet so I hope it's important," Duo snickered into the phone.

"Oh hey Quat… What's up? Man you don't sound so good." Duo listened for a few moments before his facial expression changed quicker than he'd change his underwear. "We'll be right over. Just… just… we'll be right over." He hung up the phone abruptly and almost threw himself out of bed.

"What is it lover? " Heero asked, a little concerned as he noted the stern look imprinted on his lover's face.

"We need to get to Quat's, like… yesterday," Duo replied, grabbing his clothes from the dresser and throwing them on.

Heero sat upright and pulled himself to the edge of the bed. "Why? What's wrong? Is he alright?"

"Lemme put it bluntly my love. Would you be happy if your cousin was raped last night?"

Heero's mouth gaped open and Duo nodded. "Quat's a little upset and he wants us to come over before work. He believes it could be the work of the same person we're after. The rape was very similar to the others."

Without another word Heero was up and dressed within less than a minute. "Let's go!" he ordered, grabbing the car keys and dragging his lover out of the house by the hand.

~*~

Quatre sat staring at the picture in the paper and going over the story repeatedly. "Why her though? Why not some one else? What the hell did she have to do with this bastard? What connections did she have to him, even to be targeted?"

He needed to find out, he needed answers to his questions. He wanted to find this bastard and rip him apart. A pounding on the door interrupted his mental state of anguish and he jumped in his seat. Taking in a deep breath, Quatre calmed enough to get up and open it.

He barely had it open when Duo rushed in and wrapped his arms tightly around the astonished young man. "Are you alright Quat? Heero and I have been worried sick!"

Quatre held on to Duo just as tightly as he was being held. "I don't understand. Why? Why her?"

Heero stepped forward as the other two separated and gently rubbed the young blonde's back. "I'll bet the families of the other victims ask themselves the exact same thing Quat; why him, or why her? The crunch of the matter is why, altogether. What is his motive? The crimes committed, the rapes are all done in the same style, and so are the murders. So, are we dealing with one individual or two? That's something that no one has even thought to question yet either! Is this a serial rapist for the women and a serial killer for the men or are they all connected?"

"Yeah, but the file has both the rapes and the murders connected," Duo replied

"Yes, but did you read the police commissioner's note at the back?" Heero counter replied, raising his right eyebrow questioningly.

Duo shook his head.

Heero grinned as they walked into Quatre's lounge and sat down, "You mean to say you've read over the files god only knows how many times and *never* once read the commissioner's note at the back?"

Duo shook his head again.

"Duo, Duo, Duo…" he repeated light heartedly.

Duo gave his partner an embarrassed smirk, "I guess this is what you meant about going in all gun-ho, right babe?"

Heero laughed. "You're learning honey, you're learning."

Quatre was tempted to ask if he too could help with the case, but he knew he'd need clearance, not only from his two counterparts on the lounge, but from Wu Fei and Treize as well. He decided against bringing it up for now. "So just what did the commissioner's note say?" He inquired curiously.

Heero sat upright and leant forward. "It simply states that they believe that the rapes and murders are some how connected and are being committed by the same person, but that they have no solid evidence of this and they have not ruled out the exact possibility of these crimes being committed by two separate personages as yet. This is why it was handed over to us. "

Duo snickered, "Ahh, I see they chickened out and threw it into the too hard basket right?"

"Bingo!"

"Told you they were a bunch of stupid fuckwits," Duo grinned proudly.

Quatre laughed a little, his countenance brightening somewhat. "You know, " he began, "I'm so glad I can count on you two to come up with the comedy relief when I need it the most."

"Glad to be of service," Duo winked.

"Any way…." Heero reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the paper. "…Is this it Quat?"

Quatre nodded his reply as Heero read over the article, Duo reading over his shoulder. It was a few minutes before his despondent voice gave comment. "Damn! Nothing, not even details of how and where he got in." He turned to face Quatre. "We're going to have to ask her some questions, you know that don't you?"

Quatre sighed a little, watching as Heero returned the paper to the table. "Yes I'm well aware of that Heero, but if it has to be done, I'm sure she'll cooperate."

"So, do you know which hospital she's in Quat? " Duo asked, coming into the conversation.

"North side General. Private room 313," he responded willingly. "I started calling the hospitals right after I called you guys to see which one she'd been taken to. However…." he hesitated slightly, "You will need me to come with you for personal code clearance."

Duo blinked. "You mean, she's under 24 hour security surveillance?"

"Yes, inside and out. Right now she needs to know she's safe and until I can guarantee it, she'll be monitored at all times."

"Who the heck is paying for all that?" Duo asked.

Quatre glanced over at the paper, "I am."

Duo almost fell off the lounge. It was bad enough that being in hospital cost you an arm and a leg, but security surveillance on top of that? "You really care about her, don't you Quat?" He checked himself a sheepish look on his face. "Okay that was a dumb question, considering how close you two have always been."

Quatre smiled. Relena had always been there for him. No matter what the situation, she'd be there by his side guiding and helping him through whatever it was that he had to face. So many times Relena had defended him, spoken up for him, and protected him. "When I came out she was the only one in my family who accepted me for who I was. She stood by me, defended my honor, and stood up to all of our snotty nosed relatives." A smile crept over his face and he found himself chuckling a little, "She turned around and told them all that they had no right to judge me because of my sexual preferences; that I had the right to love whomever I wanted and that they were a bunch of high caliber snobs pretending to be people who cared, when all they really cared about was the amount of money they had stuffed in their bank accounts. Then she called them a mob of high class jerk offs." He paused remembering that moment quite fondly. "I was so proud of her, but needless to say the family were not exactly thrilled with that particular moment in time at all."

Duo let out a loud roar of laughter. "Shit! I bet they weren't."

"Some of them must have actually had consciences, because they actually speak to me now. It makes me laugh though," the blonde sighed.

"Why?" Heero asked.

Quatre grinned. "Apparently quite a few of my relatives have questionable pasts, some were thieves and such. I don't know all the details, or exactly who they were, but they weren't the kind you'd want to get involved with. Something that Relena loved to remind them of every now and again just to keep them eating humble pie; of course that meant that she was no longer the number one good girl in their eyes"

"Obviously." Duo smirked.

Getting up from the lounge, Heero addressed the other two. "I suggest we make that visit to North Side general before work. That's if it's alright with you Quatre? Maybe she'll be able to shed a little more light than the other woman about our *friend*

The blonde nodded his approval. He wanted to find out who this bastard was just as much as they did. Relena didn't deserve this and neither did any of the other victims, "I have no objections. I'm ready when you two are but would you mind giving me a ride today? I don't think I'm going to be in any state of mind to drive myself after I've seen her."

"Sure Quat. It'll be our pleasure." Heero replied sincerely as Duo headed for the front door.

"Alright then let's get the ball rolling," the junior detective began, "I wanna find this ass wipe even more now!"

The others followed his lead and headed out to Heero's car, Quatre stopping briefly to lock the front door behind him, a solemn look gracing his soft features.

The sooner they found this bastard the better.

TBC…