Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Mental Descent ❯ The ex-prostitute and the dog ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: The two obvious gundam pilots will be taken to Treize's house- and then will be given something to drink- Treize will ask them to have sex with each other and then!!!!! I'm kidding- That was straight from American Psycho.. Still..

Chapter Summary: Treize finds out that he is tracked down just as he is tracking down others. Confidently, he's oblivious as he attempts to control everything.

Warnings: Warped minds, language, naked boy



The ex-prostitute and the dog...







So, he's arrived. Such a beautiful boy. I've long ago come to terms with my sexuality, my preferences: young mature men or young-looking mature men. Somehow, I've never gone past those adjectives, except men who enjoy a little rope and pain. An ugly man has never approached me, so I don't know if I'm disinclined to such and such looks or not, but a male interested in having his nipples in clamps and calling me master sends shivers down my spine.

Anyway, this boy I have already researched. He's been messed up in this laboratory, trained to be a dog to his present owner, Dr. J, whom I've yet to eliminate, to kill, to completely destroy. He's blackmailed more prominent men and officers with his little pet than I have bank accounts. He's richer than I am. He's arrogant. Worst of all, he's really ugly and old. Years have gone by with his misdeeds, and still he lives in whatever construction that's holding himself together.

I put no fault on the boy. Maybe it's my bias on his sexual appeal; maybe because if I take off his collar and convince him to come to my side, I'll have a pet like in the sexual videos I watch; maybe it's my interest in his love affair with an ex-prostitute. Whatever it is, as soon as I press my lips to the barrel, I tilt my head to the side, snatch the gun from the opening of his surprise and twist the now empty hand strategically behind his back. He lets out a little whimper that sends blood shooting to my cock.

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For good measure, Treize handled the other arm by the elbow to the boy's back. Pulling him away, he kicked the door closed and searched in his desk next to it for the pair of handcuffs he's always had ready there. As he clicked them on, the boy spoke, "You knew I was coming," with no hint of surprise and a bit of a nasal tone; he didn't struggle as Treize led him to his red and white main room and settled his body on a plush leather couch. However, he did fight, with no little amount of surprise in his eyes when Treize shoved a gag in his mouth.

The boy then gave him a phenomenal glare as if ready to shoot lasers and slice him to bits.

Treize calmly pulled a Laz-e-Boy in front of his captive, poured himself a cup of wine, and sat down to leisurely drink from his glass. As an afterthought, he struck on his red lamp.

"I'm not going to kill you."

The boy's eyes said, obviously.

"Or rape you or get information from you." That smug look changed to that of dubiousness. "Even though I should do two of those objectives- I just want you to remove that collar of yours and have you submit yourself to me. I can pay you more than with that basement your owner calls 'a roof over your head' and better meals than a bag of rice. I can treat you like a geisha in her prime. Nod your head if you agree with my conditions; I fear that if I remove your gag you will bite your tongue off. I've had three men do that on me, and it's arduous work getting blood off my furniture."

He shook his head in negative once and then closed his eyes.

"What if I torture you? I've got this wonderful pair of garden scissors that cuts through bone with extreme ease. If you like, I'll add a gigantic dildo. It's already been used on a crack-sniffing whore a month or so back."

He shrugged.

Treize knew he would have to use his trump card. "Chang Wufei, a while back, Dr. J forgot to lock the door to your basement. I don't know your reasons for leaving the hideout, but you left far enough to get lost and caught in the rain. There you witnessed the brutal raping of a young man about your age. You probably thought he was pitiful, because you knew he was a regular customer of your master for drugs; also, since it wasn't your fight, there was no need to help him out."

His eyes opened a sliver.

"Dr. J eventually found you," Treize continued, "and tossed you around, used your body as a punching bag for your bodyguards while he had his own bit of fun with the young man. When he was finally released, the addict managed to get a hold of one of the guard's guns, killed two, but missed the all-important Dr. J, who then again left you behind."

Now the boy's eyebrows were deeply creased.

"The boy knew who you were, having saw you fight before, and didn't blame you for not aiding him any in his ordeal. Except, he tried to help you escape, even with his bruised and broken body suffering from major withdrawals. That's when the guilt attacked you. You knocked him unconscious after hearing how he had been clean for four months and then attacked by dealer after dealer. His body you hid in the new apartment buildings.

"After that, you searched with painstaking and careful efforts to see if he was still alive. You knew that more men, including Dr. J, wanted him dead since he knew their faces and their illegal operations, besides human trafficking and death fights. If they didn't have anything to trail before him to keep him quiet, they had to kill him right? Gang members never trusted anyone other than their own."

Treize saw the boy's keen interest in his monologue, so he purposely took a long sip of wine and chuckled when Wufei rolled his eyes. "I know where he is," he finally said; he was mildly surprised when a small sound escaped the gag and then the boy continued trying to talk through it.

"You promise you won't give me reason to scrub for four long hours?" Wufei nodded vigorously, and Treize then released him.

"Did you see all this?" he immediately asked.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you do something? Why didn't you take him here and protect him?"

"I have this belief that humans should work hard for their lives without the help of others. He's survived this long without me."

"What shitty, half-assed excuse is that?!" The boy was now on his feet; a moment later, he broke through his handcuffs and made a swing, with his leg, for Treize. He got him squarely in the man's stunned face. With the leverage of having his right leg on the other's left shoulder, he swung himself around so that both his legs captured Treize's head and had the advantage to swing him down to the ground. Unfortunately for Wufei, that is where Treize kept his chainsaw.

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I have to admit, the boy breaking through my custom-made handcuffs came as quite a shock. I don't think I'll ever get over it. When he flips off me- missing his chance to break my neck, back, hold me hostage by the arms, and various other submission techniques- he lands on the chair in which I was previously sitting.

"What the?" he says as I whip out my most treasured chainsaw. I've eliminated a good many with this weapon, not as much as with my knives or guns, but most of the persecuted that have landed in my house were executed with it. The moment I turn it on he runs off in the direction of my front door. I let him. My doors have been reinforced with steel and can't be opened from the inside or outside without my key. I tell him this as he holds his foot with one hand and twists the doorknob with the other. Also, I inform him the windows are all bulletproof, secret codes are needed for my phones, and the walls are soundproof as well. The only way anyone will know he's here is if he first kills me, then alert someone by dancing in a window. From his expression, he was desperate enough to try it.

Wufei, having gotten over his small injury, sprinted to my walk-in 'coat' closet, which was actually where I hid corpses temporarily. At the moment, I've been working on a foundation for a section of the mall, so time hasn't come for me to clean the closet out, yet. I let out a laugh as, ironically, the dead body of aforementioned crack-sniffing whore landed atop him along with several others. Turning off the chainsaw- I was never going to hurt him with it, anyway- my steps gave him enough energy to turn his head, but the weight of the cadavers were too much for him to do much else.

"Are you going to kill me?" he asks, eyes widely innocent. Aww, I could really dice him up and eat him.

"Didn't I already tell you? I won't kill you. It's hard for you to believe, of course, stiffs covering you so, but I am most sincere."

He frowned again, as if afraid to ask another question but ventured, "I don't understand. Why didn't you help him?"

"Is it really so hard to understand? It's like the same reason we don't save zebras from lions everyday, or worms from birds. Every organism on this Earth is capable of not getting killed until their biological functions end naturally. This is more so for humans; however, there are those insuperable men and women, some of which are lying on you, who are just obstacles that wouldn't give either way. Your Dr. J, for example, is better off dead. If I had a gun with me, I would have killed him, but I wasn't going to suicide dive into your situation. You came out all right, didn't you," I finished, faintly pleased with the boy's understanding expression.

"I don't see why you had to kill them in such horrible ways."

"I won't lie to you- I like it. I like murdering people within the right reasons."

Wufei swallowed readily, as if gulping his saliva would ensure some victory. "Surely, some of them didn't deserve the deaths you gave them."

"I'll tell you when I care." Black eyes glinted angrily, and I couldn't be any more excited; sadly, I couldn't do anything.

"Look," I murmured, pulling him from under the trash, "the reason I let you live was because one, you're cute- don't hiss at me- two, I'm interested on how you and him are going to work out; three, you are coming to me eventually, after I kill Dr. J; four, that wench won't talk to me unless I know his name or I give proof that I know you. He said I should ask you." And I needed the wench to tell me vital information on Dr. J's... other illegal operations...

"What?" he asked, and I felt disheartened at his suddenly perplexed look, "I struck him while he was telling me a name he was called. Before that, he told me he didn't really have a name."

Honestly, I would have been doubtful if he gave me a name straight-out. I took out my keys; our confrontation was now over.

"Wait, what will I tell Mister J? I was sent here to kill you."

Forgot that little bit, really. "Why is he trying to kill me again?"

"He said you were influencing his merchandise."

"Ah, he must have seen me with your friend. Just tell that bastard that I didn't come home." He pulled at his shirt, a big blood stain soaked through the material. "Say you were snooping around, found a dead body, waited some time then left."

"I doubt he'll believe me."

"Doesn't matter," I answered, opening the door and watching his firm ass go out. "Auf Wiedersehen!"

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Almost simultaneously the rays of sun hit the top of the Treize's house and the man zoomed out of the car to meet the prostitute. He was disappointed with the boy's digression; he had gone back to drugs and prostitution. Probably, Treize reasoned in his mind, to keep away from being killed. He believed that if he killed Dr. J and whoever else in his way, he could get the boy and Wufei together, and they'll solve their problems from there on their own. Intertwined with that, he would get the blueprint down; it was halfway done anyway.

He came to the dilapidated brick building the prostitute usually resided in during the day. At the front, Dr. J's car was idle, so he drove the long way around to the back. Taking the filthy stairs up to the fifth floor, bodyguards could be seen from that exit, standing tall and important in front of door 3E. Treize waited patiently.

A thud vibrated through the wall to his corner. Twisting carefully, he caught sight of the slightly built physique that was the prostitute's hit the wall with another frightening kick, made by none other than Chang Wufei.

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I love this city! Such ironies happen all the time here. Good thing I'm impatient; I would've missed this.

"You stupid little bitch! How could you mark your face directly the day before I specifically told you I would be auctioning you off! Kick him again, boy!" Like the man ordered, Wufei kicked him swiftly in the stomach, and the man carried on, "Get up, Trowa Barton!"

"Or Triton Bloom or faggot or whore, whatever," said Trowa, completely unabashed at his nakedness, and, it seemed to me, looking pale like a ghoul. As I got a good look at his face, I noticed he was completely delirious, probably caught in the act of shooting up the drug. Still he held on the wall when he stood, looking forward and not seeing anything.

J ignored this remark. "Do you know if I don't bring good merchandise to the auction, I can't pay off my debts? And did you know if I don't pay off my debts I'll die? Who'll take care of your precious Wufei? Do you realize who takes care of him now?!"

"An asshole."

I bit my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

"Boy!"

But Wufei was laughing as well; J saw this and took out a tiny remote, rolled the dial, and pressed a button. The collar around the boy's neck made a loud buzzing sound, what I took to might be a shocking device. Sure enough, Wufei stopped his disobedience with a look of pain on his face. This punishment continued for a few more moments before the boy stood again, a light sheen of sweat covering his face.

"Look, the only way for me to get into the Society is if I pay off my debts and get a few more pieces of cash- can you understand that? Try not to hurt yourself, alright?" His left hand was a creepy mechanical contraption with three 'fingers', one would say. He clicked them rapidly, using the other hand to rummage aruond in a pocket, and then he took out a needle. Trowa shuffled between his own legs, gorgeous long limbs, in an attempt to get away.

"I don't... I don't want any."

Dr. J let out a crude laugh, the kind where idiots bark when they believe they have the upper hand when in fact they don't realize there are strong forces against them. In his case, Wufei snarled behind him, the grimace unseen by the guards.

"You don't want none? I'm sure you do, or, maybe, you're already full of it, hm?"

From my angle I could see Wufei's chest start to rise and fall at an increased rate; he seemed to be on the pinnacle of either a heart attack or a dreadful decision, either of which could help me lead to Dr. J's downfall.

"Leave me alone." Remarkably, Trowa returned to his normal demeanor, the quiet, taciturn look replaced the dazed expression. He reacted to the drugs just as Wufei and I did; that must be unnerving to his dealers.

As a notable response, the present dealer back away a bit in fear, and his guards came forward dutifully. At the same moment, Wufei, with clenched fists and a stone face, made up his mind.

"Leave him alone, Dr. J," he expressed in a confident and cool manner; he then removed his collar and dropped it to the floor. Trowa reacted to the surprised look of the guards and quickly removed their arms- their guns I mean, though the arms would have been much more pretty. It was one of the sexiest poses I've seen. Trowa Barton a.k.a. Triton Bloom of France, standing five feet seven of long legs, pale, slightly flushed nude flesh, hair clean and brown and banged over one expressive green eye, both organs half closed, shielded by long eyelashes.

I had a digital camera-part-recorder with me, so, as not to alarm them with a flash, I began taping the scene. The five males separated into two groups. The prostitute and the dog in one, the manufacturers of evil in the other.

"That Treize Kushrenada put you up to this!" J cried, backing away down the corridor in the direction of the entrance. "Well, guess what? I was expecting this, so don't think you are going to get away with it. I will find a way to get into the Society without some whore's and my bitch's help; you can count on that. Besides," he monologued desperately, "you won't last long here anyway. I'll give you maybe another five minutes."

I was the only one who knew what he was talking about; Trowa just clicked the trigger doubtfully, firing a bit at J's feet before he went away. I don't understand why people don't just kill their enemies when they have the chance! It drives me fucking insane to see these two just stand their with guns and let those men just walk away!

While Treize ranted this, submerged deep in thought, again a silencer pressed itself to his temple.





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AN< /b>: I had less than five spelling mistakes!! XD