Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Devil And Demon ❯ Nightmares ( Chapter 2 )

To anissa: lol, I think you should buy your computer some better fan if you've got to cool it manually ;-). Anyways, thanks for the great review, and, especially, for taking your time to beta this story.

 

To Nita-sama: You're not into BDSM, and you're still reading - and enjoying - this? Thank you very much for this huge compliment.

 

To Bombayoni: I do plan on finishing this story (I think I've 75% of it already written out; but it's the last 25% that give me trouble). And I hope the information I sent you was usefull… Anyways, great review. Thanks!

 

 

 

 

A/N:

Before I forget it: Praise anissa and the superb job she's doing at betaing this story!

 

 

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Nightmares

 

 

 

Pain.

 

Fire.

 

No, go away!

 

PAIN!

 

Writhing, searing, burning PAIN!

 

A voice promising more PAIN.

 

Shivering. PAIN!

 

The voice again, running down like seething oil, scalding his few nerves left.

 

PAIN!!!

 

A whole world drowning in liquid flames. PAIN!!

 

Cold sweat stinking from fear, PAIN!!

 

All-consuming, burning PAIN!!!

 

Struggling

 

PAIN!!

 

Thrashing

 

PAINPAINPAIN!!!

 

Fire

 

PAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN…….

 

 

Duo woke up without giving a hint that he had indeed freed himself from the nightmare gripping him. Terrorist's instincts come first despite not being needed for years now. Never give away any information before assuring that there is no enemy.

 

Listening.

 

Only the steady ticking of the clock.

 

No intruder disturbing the silence of the room.

 

All clear.

 

Only then did Duo allow himself to double over in a belated reaction to the memory replayed in his nightmare. His body was trembling with remembered agony, muscles spasming uncontrollably.

 

He was panting, struggling to take in as much air as possible.

 

Heart racing approximately 140 beats per minute.

 

Then, the Devil reared his ugly head in a way that almost reminded Duo of the Perfect Soldier in his best days.

 

Current state not acceptable. Induce counter-measures.

 

Slowly, the tremors rattling his body grew easier as his mind took iron control.

 

Relax.

 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

 

Adrenaline level sinking to tolerable levels.

 

Muscles responsive once again.

 

Heartbeat steadying at 75, blood-pressure leveling out at 120 over 75.

 

Complete control over body reestablished.

 

Mission complete.

 

Only then did the Devil allow Duo to turn his attention to the two eyes watching him.

 

The person belonging to those eyes whispered sadly. “How many more to go?”

 

An exhausted shake of his head. “I don't know. Not until this assignment is over at least. During the day, I have to be in too much control to let anything out, so there are only the nights.”

 

Duo shivered again. He had thought he was over that kind of nightmares as his memories from the war had stopped appearing in his dreams a year ago.

 

But those were no war-memories…

 

This was from before the war.

 

Training. Dr. G preparing him to resist torture.

 

No, not G. Somebody else. His first and only master. Somebody Prof. G had grabbed from a club such as this one after a tedious selection. An absolutely brutal sadist. A man he could expect OZ-torturers to be like. And that included being raped.

 

But that had been nothing new. He'd been used plentiful during his childhood on L2. Why should that have changed just because he was away from the streets? One day though, G had not bound him thoroughly enough - he still didn't know whether from lack of attention or from purpose - and he had been able to free himself. That day, the Devil had finally been born.

 

Over the next 5 hours, he had proceeded to systematically turn his torturer into a puddle of whimpering goo - without leaving more than a few shallow scrapes. By the end of those 5 hours, the Devil knew every detail of his pitiful life. Then, he had killed the man - slowly, relishing in the fear growing in those formerly sadistic eyes.

 

It had been the moment when he had discovered his liking of bringing pain and fear.

 

Combined with the Devil's personality, that was a potentially disastrous trait. The Devil strived for utter control over his victims because there was one thing that had irrevocably been engraved into his mind while being tortured and raped: Never be the weak one. Always be the one in the driver's seat.

 

And the Devil had never failed to live up to that principle.

 

Afterwards, Duo had had quite a hard time freeing himself from the Devil as he was loath to hand over the reigns. Last week, it had been quite a decision to reawaken that cruel predator, but for this special mission, it had been necessary. Duo had called upon the Devil, and the Devil had responded as keen and sensual as ever.

 

But it had also awakened those bad memories he had suppressed together with the Devil. The Devil did not allow for those memories to rise during the day, so the only chance was nighttime, when the Devil's hold on his mind was weakened. And that had been the reason for his continuous nightmares.

 

A rough, calloused hand softly caressed his shoulder.

 

“Please don't think about it,” a quiet voice said.

 

Duo looked at the person next to him again. Those Prussian blue eyes were filled with worry and sadness, a look that neither Duo nor the Devil liked. But Duo endured it because he loved the owner of those eyes, and the Devil endured it because he was in complete control over the owner of those eyes.

 

Trying to strike up a little conversation, Duo asked: “You don't mind me having a little bit of fun with the Dragon tomorrow, do you?”

 

He was careful not to mention any real names because he knew they were being watched.

 

“Why should I? Just be a little bit more careful with him than with me. He doesn't have my strength.”

 

A few days after they had booked this little motel room, a camera had appeared in the upper left corner, right above the door. It had been well-hidden, but terrorist's instincts had warned them.

 

“Yes, it would be really a pity if Dragon's wings were broken before he was strong enough to fly… Did you see the way he pounced Ice after we left him?”

 

They had decided to leave the camera wherever it was. But when two days later another one had appeared, they had started to worry.

 

“I did. It seems that he is the dominant in their relationship.”

 

Two different parties were watching them. Two parties who didn't know each other.

 

“Yes. But did you see the way he reacted in my presence? I'd say he is a sub like no other could be.”

 

One was the Owner, to make sure they were the genuine deal. To see if they could be let in on his deeper secrets.

 

“Then why the façade with Ice?”

 

But who was the other party?

 

“I think, Fire's death had hit him very hard. Did you know Fire never allowed anybody to dom his little Dragon? That can form a tight emotional bond.”

 

“And the guilt.”

 

“Yes, that too.”

 

They would have to be very careful as to what they said and did.

 

A long silence stretched between the two, both of them hanging after their own thoughts. Both of them looked so small and lonely on the big bed that the observer behind the first camera expressed his doubts.

 

“Sir, are you sure those two are the infamous Duo from Hell?”

 

The second person in the room nodded. “Oh yes, they are. You should have seen their performance today in the club …”

 

The first one, a rookie barely over twenty-five, looked at his superior in doubt. “That good?”

 

“I'd say the whole club was salivating. If you are into BDSM, you should go watch them before we take them to the precinct.”

 

“Ah, no thanks, Sir. I don't swing that way,” the first one emphatically declined. Then though he remembered that he had joined the police for a reason, and that he currently had a job to do. “Do you think they will let something slip on their identity tonight?”

 

The older one, the leading officer of this mission, shook his head. “No, I doubt it. But keep watching, they still might.”

 

“Erh,… and when they … you know, Sir… start making out?”

 

“Then especially. Perhaps they let something leak in the heat of the moment. Names. Places. Anything.”

 

“To be honest, Sir, I doubt that. The only thing we have found out during the past few days is that the Devil seems to have regular nightmares, and that both of them are covered with more scars than I can count.”

 

“Don't forget to mention that both of them are still teenagers, but possess skills far from regular youths. I don't even want to think about how Demon got his pain tolerance. Did you see his open back?”

 

“Ah, yes, Sir…”

 

“Well, that was the Devil flogging him with a riding crop. At first, he made a crisscrossing grid, then he massaged in some salt, and finally, he worked the raw back with the riding crop once again. And during that display, the Demon was neither bound nor restrained, he never cried out, and to top it off, he seemed to enjoy it. I don't need a psychologist to tell me those two are seriously fucked up. And I want to catch whoever did this to them.”

 

“Sir, may I suggest something?”

 

“What?”

 

“Why don't you ask them?”

 

“Do you honestly think I will get a straight-forward answer out of those two? They were probably brainwashed, too, to keep them loyal to whoever had done that to them.”

 

“No, Sir, I didn't mean those two. I thought about asking around in the Club.”

 

“I have already covered that. The Devil has been known for close to six years, and the Demon for more than five, too. How they met nobody knows, but about 4 and a half years ago, they were first seen together, as the Duo from Hell. Since then, they have been spotted only sporadically, never staying very long in one place. Both of them generally prefer men over women, which doesn't mean though they won't do both whenever it floats them.

 

“The Devil loves to inflict pain, physically as well as mentally. He is said to have such great skill that the damage he deals is minimal, and his victims feel the most pain. But he doesn't mindlessly cripple people. He is always in complete control of himself; only when paired with the Demon does he unleash all his violent tendencies.

 

“The Demon on the other hand only uses people to satisfy his changing needs. Sometimes, he seduces tops, other times, he finds himself a bottom. Because of his qualities in both positions, he is highly sought after by both groups. But all people I have asked are certain on one point: As good as the Demon is - the only time he really looses himself into the game is with the Devil. This evening, I have seen them in action for the first time, and it was pretty intense. I was told though that this was nothing compared to what they have already done.”

 

“Damn, I did not need to know that. I will never be able to look at those two again without those images. Eh, what are they doing now?”

 

Both observers looked at the screen intently, trying to see what the two were trying to accomplish.

 

The Demon had sat up and was fingering the bandages covering his back. Listening, they heard the conversation between those two.

 

“Hey, what do you think you are doing? It took me almost 15 minutes to wrap you up completely, and now, you are trying to undo all my work?”

 

“They have to be changed.”

 

“What? Oh, sorry, I forgot… Come here, I'll do it for you.”

 

Wordlessly, the Devil sat up, too, and started unwrapping the bandages layer by layer. Slowly, the white gauze turned red the more was unraveled. Finally, only one layer remained on the Demon's back, but that one seemed to be stuck to the wound because of all the clotted blood.

 

“Brace yourself,” was the only warning before the Devil forcefully removed the rest of the bandages. While the Demon showed no reaction to the pain that must inevitably have spread through his body, the two observers winced in sympathy.

 

“Damn, what the hell is that kid made of?”

 

The second one merely shook his head. “I can't believe he's letting the Devil come near his back; after all, it had been the Devil who's responsible for this mess…”

 

They watched the Devil silently tending to his partner's back with apparently years of practice, first disinfecting, then wrapping it up with gauze anew. “Now, if you didn't lie on your back all the time, the bandages wouldn't get stuck to your back as badly. But you never listen to me anyways, so why do I even bother…”

 

The Devil crawled back under the covers, missing the Demon's glare completely. Then, the Demon followed his partner's example and went to sleep again - on his back as straight as a ramrod.

 

The two observers looked at each other, and finally, the older asked: “Does he always do that?”

 

The younger frowned in concentration. “Come to think of it - I can't imagine him in any other position. No, he always sleeps on his back.”

 

“And what about the Devil?”

 

“What about him?”

 

“Does he always give up that easily?”

 

“No, you are right, Sir. Most of the time, he is very adamant about what he wants, but there are some subjects where he backs off almost immediately. I will make a list of them, maybe it will make more sense then.”

 

“You do that. I will go to sleep because I think it will be a very long day tomorrow.”

 

“Good night, Sir.”

 

“Good night, Anderson.”

 

 

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Wufei woke up very suddenly, soaked with sweat. He vividly remembered the dream that had caused his emotional turmoil, but he did not want to acknowledge it. Otherwise he would have to admit that he was afraid of Maxwell, and that was unacceptable. Afraid of that baka?

 

Oh, but Maxwell's new alter-ego was no baka, most assuredly not. Maxwell was a predator, and if he had heard right, Maxwell was the Devil.

 

Devil.

 

So many associations swung with that name.

 

Cruel. Sadistic. Dark. Tempting. Hot. King of hell. A master like no other. Alluring promises. Abomination in the eye of the Christian god. Satan. The fallen angel Lucifer, once the morning star, now flung into a deep pit of darkness in the underworld.

 

All of that was included in Maxwell's new persona.

 

All of those associations were fit for the Devil and Wufei shuddered once again.

 

Zechs, who was sharing his room, seemed to be sensing this and turned around to face him. “What's the matter?”

 

The nightmare must have woken Zechs. None of them had slept very well in the small motel room they had booked as cover. Maxwell and Yuy had a similar one - at the other end of town so that they weren't connected to each other.

 

During the day, it wasn't that bad because they left the room almost as soon as they woke up to hit town center - and subtly make their reports to Preventers in inconspicuous internet cafés. They went to museums, parks, exhibitions, anything to stay out of that tiny motel room. In the evening, they only returned to shower and change quickly and then headed out for the club once again.

 

But afterwards, during the night, when everything was quiet, the nightmares came, and the small dimensions of the room only enhanced the feelings of being caged.

 

Grudgingly, Wufei had to admit. “Tomorrow night,” but with a quick look at the alarm clock that showed a time somewhere in the early morning hours, he corrected himself. “Tonight.”

 

Zechs nodded knowingly and kept silent for a long time. Wufei thought he had already fallen asleep when he finally said: “You haven't had a lot of practice as a sub, have you?”

 

“No.”

 

“My advice would be: don't hide your pain. I know you have a high tolerance, but the audience wants to see somebody writhing in front of them. And if you only start doing that when you cannot tolerate the pain anymore, the Devil will have to do a lot of damage to you.”

 

“So you say I should start screaming like a weak onna as soon as he touches me?!?”

 

Zechs was chuckling amusedly. “No, I did not say that. I just want you to show your pain, nothing more, certainly no less. I know this is difficult for you, admitting that you have been hurt, but you rather want to do it sooner than later because the Devil will not stop until he has you where he wants.”

 

To a casual observer, it would seem as if Wufei was just grabbing Zech's hand under the covers, which was fine because they might be watched or overheard. But Zechs could feel a finger tapping Morse-code onto his wrist.

 

Must - hold - out - til - 01 - back - I - distract

 

From the little light penetrating the closed shades, Wufei could barely see Zechs' reaction, but he thought he had caught a sad smile.

 

“I am sorry. But the Devil is the best. All I can tell you is to trust him. Trust him with your whole body, try listening to your heart, and surrender your mind. You must give yourself over to him, completely.”

 

There was a long pause, then Wufei whispered while staring at the dark ceiling.

 

“I don't know if I can do this …”

 

“Think of your first night together with Fire…”

 

Wistfully, Wufei remembered. “We were fencing. He made it seem so easy, defeating me without effort. I was hurt, angry, enraged about my loss. Then, he demanded his right as the winner. I had not thought he would know this particular detail, but he did. I was seething at the mere thought that he could ask of me whatever he wanted, but my honor demanded that I complied. I asked him what he wanted, and I am sure he told you what he had told me back then…”

 

Lovingly, Zechs murmured. “Your complete trust for one night.”

 

Wufei shook his head. “No, he did not. He said he wanted me to do a striptease. And only when I protested vehemently against stripping in front of him did he change his demand to the night of trust. My reaction was staring at him in doubt, and then I agreed hesitantly. I think that was exactly what he wanted. He knew I would absolutely refuse to strip and that I would agree to that seemingly less provocative demand. You know what he wanted next? He told me that if I trusted him, then I would strip.”

 

Zechs laughed softly as he imagined Wufei's fury.

 

Wufei continued quietly. “I felt betrayed. But I could not refuse anymore. My honor was tarnished enough by refusing to give in to his first demand. I think, I asked him first to give me his word that none of this would affect the war. That night, I was struggling with myself, trying to convince myself to trust him instead of watching carefully what he was doing. He was very gentle with me for my first time, but I couldn't enjoy it because everything was so new and I wasn't able to let my defenses down. I couldn't understand why he would do this for me, so I couldn't relax.

 

“Afterwards, when I was angry with myself for not being able to fulfill his demand, he told me that he would teach me until I was able to give him one night of complete trust. But he … he has died before that … was killed … I have not been able to give him my complete trust because in the end, the war was more important. More important than my honor, more important than the feelings I had started to develop for him, much more important than my personal issues. And I think, in the end … in the end, he had seen that the war was the most important thing for me, more important than him. I had been living for war for too long. I couldn't let go of the fact that we were enemies, so he … he … he let himself be killed … to end the war… to free me…”

 

After a very long pause, Zechs finally looked back at the distraught teenager. He hadn't known that the wound Treize's death had left were still that deep and raw. “I am sorry. From the way you were acting in the presence of Fire, I gathered you had already fulfilled your promise.”

 

“No… there was not even enough time to properly teach me the ways of masters and slaves.”

 

“Well, if there's one thing the Devil will do, then it is teaching you. For everything else, you have to just try and relax and let him do the work. And when you are at the edge - jump and he will catch you. I promise. Now go back to sleep and don't worry, because there is nothing you can do right now. You gave him complete control over events, and it is too late to take your word back.”

 

“Still…”

 

Zechs sighed and shut Wufei up by kissing him tenderly on his mouth. “I said don't worry. How hard is it to do that? Sleep, you have to be well rested.”

 

Zechs continue caressing Wufei's skin, trying to soothe him where words were not enough. And slowly, very slowly, Wufei's tense form relaxed. When Zechs thought, Wufei had already fallen asleep, the younger surprised him by whispering: “I have already trusted him with my life, so why can't I with my heart, too?”

 

“Because you are afraid of showing your true self to him.”

 

Wufei surprisedly looked at Zechs. “I am afraid of that?” Pondering the thought, he leaned back again. “Yes, I think I am. Thank you, you've helped me a great deal.”

 

Zechs continued caressing Wufei's cheek. “Sleep tight.”

 

As a response, two strong arms locked around his chest, drawing Zechs into the warm embrace of his current master. And Zechs was very content with it. But it was so easy to forget that his master was not completely satisfied. Zechs had been watching Wufei become more and more unbalanced during the past months, and there was nothing he had been able to do.

 

Wufei had been tightly controlling himself for all of his life, and he had never been allowed to let himself go. Treize had tried to give the young Gundam pilot the unfettered freedom he so desperately needed, but apparently, he had failed. He had only succeeded in making Wufei beat down on himself even more, adding the guilt of having killed his master - lover - to the already considerable weight bearing down on this seemingly fragile soul.

 

And slowly, it was starting to take its toll on Wufei. How long could he last without breaking?

 

Zechs had been trying to give him at least some form of release, but apparently not enough. Hopefully, Maxwell would succeed where Treize and he had not. The Devil was not one to accept any other control than his own.

 

Perhaps that had been Treize's fault. He had never completely ascertained his control over events in fear of scaring the pilot away. Wufei had chosen when he wanted to come to wherever the OZ-general was, and apparently, he had always had to refrain from relinquishing all control in fear of giving away any war-relevant information.

 

Maybe the Devil was just the master Wufei needed. Wufei implicitly trusted his fellow ex-Gundam pilot, and the Devil had already established his control over Wufei. To think about it - the Devil had cleverly manipulated Wufei into a trap, from where he couldn't do anything but accept being Maxwell's pet for at least a night.

 

Well, Zechs would have to wait and see how events played out. For now, he could only go back to sleep and hope everything went well. With the Devil's level of skill, any reaction from Wufei was bound to be extreme - either he would become desperately afraid, thoroughly disgusted, or he could become one of the most devoted pets ever seen. Hopefully it was the latter…

 

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A/N:

A little bit of plot-development. Can't completely leave that one out. I hope that clears some question as to Duo's an Wufei's past. Heero's turn will come a little bit later, but I haven't forgotten him. Anyways, comments always welcome!

Till the next chapter!

Sakiku