Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Duo's Christmas Wish ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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

Duo's Christmas Wish:

Authors Notes: three days; five reviews on one site, three on the other….Now I remember why I loved writing gundam wing fanfiction. Thank-you so much for the reviews!

G un dam- w ing-un ive rse. Ne t (spaces so ff doesn't delete a chunk of text again) Reviewers:

Draconayzia - Thank-you very much for my first review! I've been reading some of your fics over the past month and I have to admit I'm a bit of a fan. Thanks for the review!

Shini_Luv - Thank-you for the review! I am trying to avoid all the clichés-I even went as far as to write a list of all of them that I could remember either using myself or seeing other fanfic authors using that made me cringe.

HeeroDuo4eva - Thank-you for the enthusiastic review. I updated soon, ne?

To F F . Net Reviewers:

kidishcaresh - Thank-you for the review!

Crysania Fay - I'm glad you liked it! Here's more.

Lady Cyllan - Thank you so much for the review. I love it when I check my fics and suddenly see a nice, detailed review. I'm glad you enjoyed my writing style; I've been trying to improve it from the previously rushed, more plan-like fictions I used to post. Thank-you again!

Sirithgliniel - and the award for longest review goes to! XD Thank-you so much for the review. Your review was by far one of the most helpful to me. I am never sure if I'm boring the reader with too-much detail yet find myself wanting to describe exactly how I can see what I am writing about.

Your next point-most defiantly intentional. Some good guesses-but not the reason why I have been doing this. It should become apparent towards the middle of the fiction why I am doing this, though your ideas as to why may be better than why I am actually doing this!

I think black suits Duo best too, however after so many fics of Turing Duo into a Goth (intentionally or by accident) I am trying to avoid this this time, and again, it should (hopefully) become clear later as to why I am doing this.

Never apologise for rambling! I love those kind of reviews (and fanfics XD) without rambling we wouldn't have some of the great gundam wing fanfic authors online that we do (if you search hard enough on enough sites for)

Other notes:

Those who offered to beta for me - Thank-you so much for the offers! I'd love a beta reader, however I'm notoriously bad at actually typing up a chapter in time to give my beta chance to actually go over it before I become too anxious and want to post it. Hence why I haven't contacted you. Thank-you so much for the offers!

To those on FF who I used to know & reviewed - Thank-you so much for giving my new fic a chance. I promise I have not abandoned my old fics, but all will be receiving extreme makeovers before I even consider finishing them off. Some of them make me cringe just reading over. thank-you though for the reviews; they have encouraged me to continue updating

Important! THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN HEAVILY EDITED FOR FF . NET DUE TO ah, certain scenes, that I am not entirely sure are allowed on the site. However, mediaminer and gundam wing universe will have the unedited versions if you wish to view them. I post under the same username on both sites.

Also, please be kind. My first lime-attempt (outside of non-graphic rape) ever.

RATING: edited version: pg13 unedited: R-Nc17

On with the fiction!

Warnings: mildly/ graphic m-m scene. Mentions of rape (past). Scenes for some sites have been cut completely as editing certain things out is virtually impossible

Chapter Two:

Aqua-marine eyes blinked open groggily. Vivid, dark cobalt framed by tan and chocolate filled his vision.

“Gaaaah!” Pale-pink lips cried, hands lashing out, knee jerking as the still half-asleep Arabic teen reacted instinctively to the supposed-threat.

“Uungh!” A pained grunt came from the bottom of the bed, the sound of rapidly approaching running feet booming across carpeted steel corridors reached the still sleepy Arabian.

“Quatre, are you-“

“Quatre, are-Heero!”

Aqua marine blinked sleepily up at the two intruders through his long, blond bangs, the perfect picture of innocence. Black blankets pooled around his waist, pale, milky-skin contrasting sharply with the foldout shuttle bed that he had previously been sleeping on, a pink-bunny rabbit plushie- a gift from one of his many elder sisters- still clutched tightly in one hand, the other balled up into a fist, rubbing at his bleary eyes.

“Huh? Trowa, Wufei? I thought you were going to get some sleep before we landed. Where's Hee-“ Quatre asked, stretching, unable to stifle a yawn as he tried to keep his eyes open. He blinked, as, instead of focusing their attention on him, both ex-pilots rushed to the end of his bed.

Crawling on his hands and knees, Quatre made his way to the end of the bed, blankets slipping as he peered over the edge.

“Heero, are you ok?” The tall, green-eyed uni-banged Latin teen asked, crouching on the plush cream carpet opposite to his fellow onyx-eyed ex-comrade, a certain cobalt-eyed teen lying between the two of them, curled up on his side in the foetal position, hands firmly between his legs.

“Quatre! You did it again!” Wufei glared up at Quatre, pulling Heero's head onto his lap, Trowa, reaching over to run his fingers through unruly chocolate locks, making soothing noises.

“It's not my fault! I've told him not to sneak up on me while I'm sleeping!” Quatre protested, pouting at the two glares and pain-filled cross-eyed attempted-glare he received for his efforts. “He's only putting it on so you'll kiss it better for him!”

“No he is not. Heero knows we do not have the time-“ Wufei started to say haughtily, blinking as a suspiciously-sulky looking Japanese-Teen sat up straight, no seeming to no longer be in pain.

“Wha-“ Wufei stammered intelligently.

“I told you so!” Quatre crowed, smirking, as Trowa chuckled.

“Hn. You should still be more careful, Quatre” Heero said, drawing his attention away from glaring at the cream and steel wall, raising an eyebrow at Quatre. A small smirk slowly spread across his lips.

“What?” Quatre asked, miffed, as he watched the Prussian-eyed teen look him over once. “what is it? Allah-I don't have lipstick on me or something do I from my sisters, ah, emotional send off do I?”

Wufei turned his attention to the blond, eyes narrowing. He turned sharply, hitting Heero across the back of his head.

Turning bewildered aqua orbs to meet mischievous emerald, he asked him again.

“Ah, Quatre? You, ah-“ Trowa waved his hand, indicating to the still bewildered blond.

“I what?” He repeated, becoming annoyed with the other three teens.

“Clothes, Winner!” Wufei snapped, looking up at the now fucia-blond, grinning along with the other two as he scrabbled around for the long-forgotten blankets, pulling them around his waste.

Trying to calm himself, he turned back to face the others. Blinking, he scooted back a pace. Before setting a determined look on his face. Pulling the blankets up to his shoulders, he leaned forward, ignoring the leers aimed at his direction along with the heated-glares aimed at the evil-material covering his creamy skin.

Snapping his fingers, he shouted “Focus people!”

Quatre sat up, laughing lightly at the mixture of pouts and sheepish looks he received for his efforts.

“Thank-you. now, Heero, I assume there was a reason why you came in to awaken me?” Quatre asked sweetly, pretending not to notice the uni-banged boys sniggering, nor the onyx-eyed teen's heated glare.

“Estimated arrival time; approximately 0800 hours. 20 minutes until touchdown in Sanq. Hotel reservations confirmed. Request sent to Commander Une's secretary for a meeting at 0945 at Preventors HQ.” Heero reported formally in clipped tones.

“Transport?” Wufei asked shortly, raising an eyebrow at the blue-eyed boy.

“Already arranged.” Trowa answered, diverting the attention away from his friend “A car is being sent from HQ to pick us up when we arrive. Heero had already done a background check on the drive. All clear; lost a distant cousin to Oz during the later stages of war, but no apparent motives for anything underhand.” He explained.

Since the end of the war, a veteran blond had been working on getting him to speak up slightly more, though not by much.

Flashback

Jaw clenched, tanned, delicate face carefully masked. Blank. Long, lean body stretched out, taunt. Arms pulled tight above his head, each tied, wide open, apart, to the intricately carved oak four poster bed, depictions of ivy and panthers tangled within its depths carefully etched onto the ancient wood.

Chest bare, a thin sheen of sweat covered his torso, little rivets of the clear liquid running between his pecks, trailing down his stomach and arms. His slender, well-proportioned body looked delicate in the faint, dimly glowing candle light; not fragile, however, in the slightest. Muscles tensed, long, slender-fingered hands clenching into fists with the aqua-lined silk and steel cuffs chaining his wrists to separate posts, bitten-fingernails biting into calloused yet smooth hands, drawing bloody half-moons on his palms, as he attempted to hang onto his carefully-maintained control.

Long, lean legs were pulled as taunt as his arms, ankles chained in matching silk and steel cuffs, unable to move an inch, still tensed, straining against the unmoving restraints holding him in place. Beneath slender, tanned hips lay two cream-silk covered, thick pillows, elevating his hips, exposing him, allowing anyone and anything entering the room to see him, completely, allowing them to access any part of his body that they may wish.

His long, thick cock jutted out from his body, standing up straight, vein showing clearly, throbbing, dewy droplets trailed lazily down from the mushroom-shaped head, oozing steadily, leaving a creamy-clear trail behind, slicking the darkening, hairless organ, dripping steadily down to stain the pale-blue silk bed sheet, some falling on the tight, steel cock ring trapping him, denying him his both release and any attempt to will his throbbing erection away, forcing him to stay hard.

Faint pink-blush stained, newly shaven balls hung heavily down between his spread legs. A long, thin metal tube, about half an inch in diameter, with a funnel-shaped opening stuck out of his slick, barely-lubricated hole, quivering slightly as he clenched and unclenched around the protruding object, trying desperately to expel it from his body, not liking the unfamiliar, long-buried memory of a similar sensation in the slightest, enable to do so due to the sheer length of the slender intruder, reaching deep within his body.

He could still feel it. The luke-warm liquid, sloshing around inside him. His partner had poured it down the tube minutes earlier, though how many he had lost count of. He assumed his partner had done the pouring, assumed it was water. An aqua silk blindfold covered his eyes, blocking out all traces of the world around him.

The liquid had felt strange, alien at first. Just awkward, really. Then, as his partner had continued to pour, to show no signs of stopping, it had grown beyond that. He now felt full-too full, and tingly.

He attempted to move again, biting his lips, refusing to let a sound escape as it sloshed within him, somehow making his cock throb even harder, to his immense frustration.

Tears started to well in emerald green eyes, soaking through the blindfold. He didn't want to do this. His lover knew that. He knew how much he hated to loose control, how much he wanted-no, needed to see him whenever they did anything remotely sexual. He knew! So why, why was he doing this to him? Had he done something wrong? Had he hurt him? Neglected him? Not satisfied him in some way? Why couldn't he have just have told him, instead of-of deciding to torture him.

Behind the darkness of the blindfold, his other senses tried to compensate, only making matters worse. He could feel every ripple of water within him, from that damned tube every time he so much as twitched. Could hear nothing but his own harsh, ragged breathing. Could smell the saltiness of his own tears, the cooling sweat from hours of such torture, or play, for he knew not what his lover considered this to be, reaching him.

Flashes of unwanted memories came to the forefront of his mind. Flashes of before the war, of a childhood he did not want to remember playing before his eyes. Flashes of men-big, strong, covered in scars. Mercenaries. Smoke. Fire. A body-so much larger than his own six-year-old, too-skinny form, pressing against him. Leading him away, off to one side. Into the dark. Shoving him up against a wall. Unable to see. Pulling at his hair, ripping great chunks out. Forcing him. Dark. Big hands, grabbing. Hurting. Hurting so much.

“Ssssh, sssh. It's ok Trowa. I'm here. Love, I'm here. Come on-listen to me. Listen to my voice. Sssh. I'm here now, Trowa.”

Hands, smaller, softer. Running through his hair. Comforting. Warm.

He didn't realise that he had been whimpering. A small, barely audible sound.

“You have to let me in, Trowa. You can't keep this all locked up inside. Not forever. You'll end up going off the deep end if you do someday.”

He buried his head in his lovers lap, not hearing his words. Wanting to latch onto something, anything that could save him from his past.

A sigh came from above him. “You're still not getting this, are you, love?”

The warm, comforting presence moved away from him, silently retreating. He strained to hear, but no sound could be heard.

He whimpered again, terrified. Terrified that the voiced in the dark would come back for him, that they-that HE, would come back, and find him, tied up like this. Still unable to defend himself, after all this time. Still as weak, as helpless as he was at the age of six…

“Please….” He whispered

He heard a short, sharp intake of breath.

Taking it as a good sign-a noise, any noise would help fend HIM off.

“I-I'm………I-I” He couldn't. talking was bad. He should be quiet. Maybe, if he didn't make a noise, if he wasn't noticed, if-if he was useful and didn't waste words-words from a stupid little boy that no-one would want to hear anyway, then maybe, just maybe HE wouldn't notice him…maybe, someone else would find him useful…

The sound of something-no, someone, moving closer made him shudder.

“Go on. Trowa, please.”

“I-I-I-I”

Another sigh, more retreating footsteps.

He panicked.

Breath quickening, complete and utter terror taking over.

“PLEASE! Don't leave me! Nonononono!” He cried, head thrashing, trying to escape the images filling his mind, trying to escape from HIM. Never escape. Never. Not fast enough, not strong enough, not good enough at hiding. Nothing, nothing, nothing. That's all he was. Nothing. No name, no past, no one to care. Nanashi.

“It's okay love. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just-just wanted you to talk, to open up to me. You shouldn't be afraid. Not around me.” The voice hitched, at though trying to hold back tears of its own.

He didn't realise that he had been muttering the entire time. Apologies, promises, repeating the names that the mercenaries had called him, murming about not being worthy-never being worthy.

“No! You stop that at once, Trowa Barton, you hear me? You are my lover-mine! You are not worthless. You are kind and loving and are the best thing that has ever happened to me, do you hear me?”

Soft hands reaching down, stroking him, tugging on his still hard-cock, unable to have wilted due to its tight-restraint.

He gasped, surprised at the warmth that surged through him once again.

Lips descended down on his own, gently caressing his bitten, sore lower lip.

“You must talk to me, love. I need to know what you need. Please. This-this cannot work if you only focus on me! On what I want, what I need, what you think is best for me! I-I love you, damnit! I need-need to know that you're happy too!”

Tears fell, splashing down on his face. He desperately wished he could hold his lover, could comfort him.

“Need you. Please. Need You. Always. Please”

End Flashback

Still, a little improvement was better than none, ne?

“Wonderful” Quatre beamed down at the uni-banged boy, gaze locked with his as all three other teens finally stood up from their various previous crouched or seated positions. “And his schedule?”

Wufei answered this time. “No missions planned. A week of extended leave booked according to his files”

“You don't think that someone-“ Quatre began to ask, a look of concern etched on his face.

“Negative” Heero cut him off.

Wufei snorted, earning a puzzled look and raised eyebrow in return from his fellow ex-pilots.

“Please. If someone had informed that baka of our plans, do you really think he would have only booked a week off?” He received nods of agreement and `ah's of understanding in return.

“Point taken. Heero, why don't you go and check on the pilot to make sure that the arrival time hasn't changed. Wufei-it would be best if you accompanied him to stop him from intimidating the pilot too much. Trowa-if you could please check on our luggage.”

Trowa sent a questioning look at the petit blond, silently asking what he would be doing whilst they completed their assigned tasks.

A feint pink tinge spread across his cheeks. “I will be getting changed-alone!” He stated firmly, ignoring the looks of disappointment aimed him way. “Before calling ahead to make sure that the car will be awaiting for us on our arrival”

End of chapter two

~An earlier end than I had planned…