Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lion and the Lamb ❯ Lion and the Lamb Chapter 5: Sacrifice ( Chapter 5 )
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By: DeityofDeath 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Lion and the LambAuthor: DeityOfDeathArchive: Yes please......Pairings: 3x4. 4x3, 3xOther, 3xTriezexZechsCategory: Drama, romancerating: NC-17/RSpoilers: Maybe.Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Rape, Non-conDisclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Gundam Wing or its chars. They are property of Bandai and a few other major companies.
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! I'm sorry it took so long. Writing always takes a backseat to life. -_- Enjoy and please review~!
Lion and the Lamb Chapter 5: Sacrifice
I felt something cold pressed to my forehead and I strained my arms to reach whatever was pulling me out of the warm and welcoming darkness. I gave up and finally struggled to open my eyes. I shivered and felt something soft and warm cover my body. I saw a pair of crystalline eyes look down at me with relief blatantly showing in them. I smiled and closed my eyes.
"Has our Arabian Prince awoken?" Trieze's all too pleased voice asked.
"Yes, but he seems reluctant to wake any further." jested Zech’s.
"M' tired."
Two sets of masculine laughter sounded at the lazy comment and then drifted to a stop. Quatre sighed and sat up slowly, wincing every so often and only letting a pained gasp or two slip from his lips which now felt swollen and sore. He was surprised to see a clear glass of water held out for him as well as a palm holding two small white pills.
"It's not poison, ma petite. They're merely an over the counter pain killer and a glass of water", said Trieze smiling reassuringly.
I slowly took the pills and popped them into my mouth before taking the glass of water and taking a large gulp swallowing a mouthful along with the pills. I handed the glass back and took a deep breath.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost dawn. It's exactly 4:35", said Trieze looking inside of a gold pocket watch that lay atop of a desk.
"Now is the time to act if you wish to see your friend freed", stated a very tired but pleased looking Zechs.
I nodded and looked around the room and it was then that an armful of clothing was dropped ceremoniously into my blanket covered lap. I looked up into Zech’s turquoise eyes and smiled a thank you before lifting the items one at a time and finding them suitable and noticed that together it made a uniform of a solider ranking two or three ranks below Zech’s and Frieze themselves. I found a pair of black cotton boxers and stood up slowly slipping one foot at a time through their intended places before pulling them up to hug my hips.
One sexual encounter and they already knew my waist size. Those two are something. I noticed that they were still in the room and cared not. It was not a time to suddenly feign modesty. They had seen everything I had to offer and had partaken in it so who cared if they got another eye full?
While I mused on such mundane things I had managed to slip on a pair of black socks, white cotton under shirt and was just beginning to slip on a pair of white pants that seemed to hug all the right places a little too snugly. Although I should have known they would since all the perfect parts of Trieze and Zechs seemed to always be on display. I buttoned and zipped the pants slipping on a long sleeved white shirt and buttoned it and grimaced looking down at the knee length boots sitting on the carpeted floor. Bending to button them was going to be painful.
It was then that two pairs of hands pushed me into a comfortable sitting position and began to help me with the menial task of putting on my boots while another set helped me into the stiff army green jacket and buttoned it up. By time both Trieze and Zechs were done I was given a hand by both so that I could stand. I looked across the room into a full length mirror and saw that I looked just like one of Trieze's subordinate soldiers. He always did seem to have the most beautiful men around him. I was given a hat to wear and I lowered it in the front to hide as much of my face as possible. It was cleaned of makeup but I was sure that even out of drag that if I was seen by any of the soldiers from earlier that they would instantly recognize me.
"Let's be on our way", said Zechs as he stood in the doorway.
I nodded and followed after Zechs and was followed by Trieze. We walked quietly in the camp that had been so lively earlier during our performance and that was now quiet in an almost eerie way. We walked past many small and large cabins and when we came upon the quarters of the one known as Commander Diez I felt my anxiety grow. I couldn't "feel" anything from inside. If he was in pain or hurting I would be able to "feel" him and I couldn't. I could feel myself shivering and it wasn't from the cold. I walked past his quarters and felt myself drawn towards a smaller cabin a bit farther away. I could sense something. Was it him?
"Quatre?"
I turned to look behind me at a confused Trieze. I turned to look at the smaller cabin and felt it now. I could feel a strong feeling of shame and loss but there were feelings there that were worse. Feelings of pain and chaos and feelings of death and hatred. I knew I was visibly shaking now and I could feel a cold sweat break out across my forehead. I started walking at a faster pace and I kept going until I was standing outside the cabin door and I knew that when I opened it I would find him. I would find Trowa.
I lifted my shaking right hand and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. I felt a hand on my shoulder giving a comforting squeeze and watched as Zechs took out a key and slipped it into the knob and turning it with a grim look marring that beautiful face.
He knew something. He knew what this cabin was used for and he most likely knew what I would find inside and knew I wouldn't like it. He slowly opened the door and I pushed it open and went in before either of them could say a word of protest and I was glad that I had for once.
There hanging by a pair of manacles was none other than Trowa Barton. He was dirt covered and bloody in many areas and he was nude. I must have moved towards him because I was beginning to notice the welts and cuts along his once perfect skin. I knew some of the marks were cause by a whip of some type and the rest looked like razor blade or perhaps a fine knife of some sort. His right leg oozed blood from a bullet wound and I immediately kneeled in front of him to check it. I saw no exit wound and after feeling around it noted that the bullet still lay trapped inside. I took off the finely buttoned jacket and ripped the nice white button up shirt I had been wearing under it and ripped a sleeve off and began wrapping it around his right leg applying pressure and securing it in place in the hopes that the bleeding would stop. I looked up and saw that Trowa himself seemed awake but lost somewhere far from it all deep inside himself or his thoughts.
I looked over the rest of his body and saw that his inner thighs were blood covered and he was still oozing fresh blood as well as another substance. He had been raped. Someone had raped MY Trowa. My eyes felt warm and even as my vision swam I tried to ignore the threatening tears to no avail. Hot scolding tears fell from my eyes as I scanned his body and pretended that they weren't. I felt Trieze and Zechs standing near me and I heard their movements. I had just torn the other sleeve off of the shirt and began wrapping it around Trowa's wounded left shoulder which had been a straight through wound with no sign of a bullet anywhere in the wound. When I had finished wrapping his shoulder I watched as Trowa's body was finally sat on the floor thanks to Zechs who had unlocked the manacles that had so cruelly bit into and tore the tender flesh around Trowa's wrists. I was surprised to see Trieze wrap a thick set of blankets around Trowa's long thin frame and even more surprised to see Trieze lift Trowa into his arms and carry him out of the building. I stood on shaky legs and followed deftly after. I heard the door close behind us and knew it was Zechs' doing.
We walked for what seemed like a life time until we reached a small jeep. Trieze laid Trowa down in the back seat comfortably and rummaged in the very back of the jeep until he had recovered two more blankets with which he covered Trowa's body. Zechs handed me a set of keys and a pass card.
"The tank is full and should take you to where you need to go" said Zechs softly.
"Thank you."
Zechs nodded and grabbed my right hand placing a chaste kiss upon it, "Thank you for this night."
"We shall make sure that Commander Diez is taken care of", said Trieze with a hint of the hot anger that dwelled inside of him.
"Make sure there is something left of him so that I too can exact Trowa's revenge. I will return for him."
Trieze nodded and I hopped into the front seat and started the engine before slipping on the jacket I had slipped off in order to make Trowa's bandages. I hit the gas and drove towards the gate of the base stopping at the booth. A soldier held out his hand and I placed the pass card into his palm. He swiped it and the gate lifted and he handed it back before I drove through.
I drove in the direction of our base not stopping or slowing, just driving a steady 70 MPH if not faster. I wasn't even half way there when I saw a small army of maguanacs on one of the many sandy dunes. I sped up until I was within shouting range and then slowed to a stop.
"Master Quatre!?"
"By Allah! It's Master Quatre! Make a call to the base and let them know he's returned!"
I looked at the smiling faces and I wanted to join them but I couldn't stop the warm prickle behind my eyes. I once again felt the hot tears searching for a way out.
"Call the base and tell them to have the medical staff on call ASAP!"
"Are you hurt Master Quatre?"
"We'll worry about me later! Just do what I said!"I saw the surprised looks and tried my best to ignore them before stepping on the gas once again and sped off towards the base.
TO BE CONTINUED~!
YAY~! Chapter 5 is done~! Now onto Chapter 6~!
Kat
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! I'm sorry it took so long. Writing always takes a backseat to life. -_- Enjoy and please review~!
Lion and the Lamb Chapter 5: Sacrifice
I felt something cold pressed to my forehead and I strained my arms to reach whatever was pulling me out of the warm and welcoming darkness. I gave up and finally struggled to open my eyes. I shivered and felt something soft and warm cover my body. I saw a pair of crystalline eyes look down at me with relief blatantly showing in them. I smiled and closed my eyes.
"Has our Arabian Prince awoken?" Trieze's all too pleased voice asked.
"Yes, but he seems reluctant to wake any further." jested Zech’s.
"M' tired."
Two sets of masculine laughter sounded at the lazy comment and then drifted to a stop. Quatre sighed and sat up slowly, wincing every so often and only letting a pained gasp or two slip from his lips which now felt swollen and sore. He was surprised to see a clear glass of water held out for him as well as a palm holding two small white pills.
"It's not poison, ma petite. They're merely an over the counter pain killer and a glass of water", said Trieze smiling reassuringly.
I slowly took the pills and popped them into my mouth before taking the glass of water and taking a large gulp swallowing a mouthful along with the pills. I handed the glass back and took a deep breath.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost dawn. It's exactly 4:35", said Trieze looking inside of a gold pocket watch that lay atop of a desk.
"Now is the time to act if you wish to see your friend freed", stated a very tired but pleased looking Zechs.
I nodded and looked around the room and it was then that an armful of clothing was dropped ceremoniously into my blanket covered lap. I looked up into Zech’s turquoise eyes and smiled a thank you before lifting the items one at a time and finding them suitable and noticed that together it made a uniform of a solider ranking two or three ranks below Zech’s and Frieze themselves. I found a pair of black cotton boxers and stood up slowly slipping one foot at a time through their intended places before pulling them up to hug my hips.
One sexual encounter and they already knew my waist size. Those two are something. I noticed that they were still in the room and cared not. It was not a time to suddenly feign modesty. They had seen everything I had to offer and had partaken in it so who cared if they got another eye full?
While I mused on such mundane things I had managed to slip on a pair of black socks, white cotton under shirt and was just beginning to slip on a pair of white pants that seemed to hug all the right places a little too snugly. Although I should have known they would since all the perfect parts of Trieze and Zechs seemed to always be on display. I buttoned and zipped the pants slipping on a long sleeved white shirt and buttoned it and grimaced looking down at the knee length boots sitting on the carpeted floor. Bending to button them was going to be painful.
It was then that two pairs of hands pushed me into a comfortable sitting position and began to help me with the menial task of putting on my boots while another set helped me into the stiff army green jacket and buttoned it up. By time both Trieze and Zechs were done I was given a hand by both so that I could stand. I looked across the room into a full length mirror and saw that I looked just like one of Trieze's subordinate soldiers. He always did seem to have the most beautiful men around him. I was given a hat to wear and I lowered it in the front to hide as much of my face as possible. It was cleaned of makeup but I was sure that even out of drag that if I was seen by any of the soldiers from earlier that they would instantly recognize me.
"Let's be on our way", said Zechs as he stood in the doorway.
I nodded and followed after Zechs and was followed by Trieze. We walked quietly in the camp that had been so lively earlier during our performance and that was now quiet in an almost eerie way. We walked past many small and large cabins and when we came upon the quarters of the one known as Commander Diez I felt my anxiety grow. I couldn't "feel" anything from inside. If he was in pain or hurting I would be able to "feel" him and I couldn't. I could feel myself shivering and it wasn't from the cold. I walked past his quarters and felt myself drawn towards a smaller cabin a bit farther away. I could sense something. Was it him?
"Quatre?"
I turned to look behind me at a confused Trieze. I turned to look at the smaller cabin and felt it now. I could feel a strong feeling of shame and loss but there were feelings there that were worse. Feelings of pain and chaos and feelings of death and hatred. I knew I was visibly shaking now and I could feel a cold sweat break out across my forehead. I started walking at a faster pace and I kept going until I was standing outside the cabin door and I knew that when I opened it I would find him. I would find Trowa.
I lifted my shaking right hand and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. I felt a hand on my shoulder giving a comforting squeeze and watched as Zechs took out a key and slipped it into the knob and turning it with a grim look marring that beautiful face.
He knew something. He knew what this cabin was used for and he most likely knew what I would find inside and knew I wouldn't like it. He slowly opened the door and I pushed it open and went in before either of them could say a word of protest and I was glad that I had for once.
There hanging by a pair of manacles was none other than Trowa Barton. He was dirt covered and bloody in many areas and he was nude. I must have moved towards him because I was beginning to notice the welts and cuts along his once perfect skin. I knew some of the marks were cause by a whip of some type and the rest looked like razor blade or perhaps a fine knife of some sort. His right leg oozed blood from a bullet wound and I immediately kneeled in front of him to check it. I saw no exit wound and after feeling around it noted that the bullet still lay trapped inside. I took off the finely buttoned jacket and ripped the nice white button up shirt I had been wearing under it and ripped a sleeve off and began wrapping it around his right leg applying pressure and securing it in place in the hopes that the bleeding would stop. I looked up and saw that Trowa himself seemed awake but lost somewhere far from it all deep inside himself or his thoughts.
I looked over the rest of his body and saw that his inner thighs were blood covered and he was still oozing fresh blood as well as another substance. He had been raped. Someone had raped MY Trowa. My eyes felt warm and even as my vision swam I tried to ignore the threatening tears to no avail. Hot scolding tears fell from my eyes as I scanned his body and pretended that they weren't. I felt Trieze and Zechs standing near me and I heard their movements. I had just torn the other sleeve off of the shirt and began wrapping it around Trowa's wounded left shoulder which had been a straight through wound with no sign of a bullet anywhere in the wound. When I had finished wrapping his shoulder I watched as Trowa's body was finally sat on the floor thanks to Zechs who had unlocked the manacles that had so cruelly bit into and tore the tender flesh around Trowa's wrists. I was surprised to see Trieze wrap a thick set of blankets around Trowa's long thin frame and even more surprised to see Trieze lift Trowa into his arms and carry him out of the building. I stood on shaky legs and followed deftly after. I heard the door close behind us and knew it was Zechs' doing.
We walked for what seemed like a life time until we reached a small jeep. Trieze laid Trowa down in the back seat comfortably and rummaged in the very back of the jeep until he had recovered two more blankets with which he covered Trowa's body. Zechs handed me a set of keys and a pass card.
"The tank is full and should take you to where you need to go" said Zechs softly.
"Thank you."
Zechs nodded and grabbed my right hand placing a chaste kiss upon it, "Thank you for this night."
"We shall make sure that Commander Diez is taken care of", said Trieze with a hint of the hot anger that dwelled inside of him.
"Make sure there is something left of him so that I too can exact Trowa's revenge. I will return for him."
Trieze nodded and I hopped into the front seat and started the engine before slipping on the jacket I had slipped off in order to make Trowa's bandages. I hit the gas and drove towards the gate of the base stopping at the booth. A soldier held out his hand and I placed the pass card into his palm. He swiped it and the gate lifted and he handed it back before I drove through.
I drove in the direction of our base not stopping or slowing, just driving a steady 70 MPH if not faster. I wasn't even half way there when I saw a small army of maguanacs on one of the many sandy dunes. I sped up until I was within shouting range and then slowed to a stop.
"Master Quatre!?"
"By Allah! It's Master Quatre! Make a call to the base and let them know he's returned!"
I looked at the smiling faces and I wanted to join them but I couldn't stop the warm prickle behind my eyes. I once again felt the hot tears searching for a way out.
"Call the base and tell them to have the medical staff on call ASAP!"
"Are you hurt Master Quatre?"
"We'll worry about me later! Just do what I said!"I saw the surprised looks and tried my best to ignore them before stepping on the gas once again and sped off towards the base.
TO BE CONTINUED~!
YAY~! Chapter 5 is done~! Now onto Chapter 6~!
Kat