Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ PreTtY ToY ❯ FaiL AgAiNsT dOmInaTiON ( Chapter 3 )

It's AbouT TiME foR My

PrettY ToY by Hate Dept

Ahh yeah this is something fuckin else…really fucked up…got a lot in common with cage complex, well ecept this has got the super natural while cage is all types of mental….ahh fuck it right. It's good shit…

TuRtlE FiRe..thanks for being the first to speak up..heh..yeah and thanks for the props..delicious is a nice word to describe it…

FeMalE YuY…heh yeah I get like that when I'm writtin it…don't even know what the hell I'm doing most the time…

ChIBi LibRa 810..well can't say why I like the Word FuCk so much..buT I sure as Hell FucKin do…and yeah heard the BeTa RaP beFoRe…tried it and they fucked with the story…didn't like it much…I gotta a friend who's doin some of it and knows my voice so doesn't edit it to hard core, but it already takes me for damn ever to get the shit out…some day it'll be all good…some day

HD…nice review…yer a fuckin asswhore….

Jyothi…Hell YeaH..I Was SiCk oF seeIn DuO as ThE BiTch…so He Ain'T No Mo

D-KiTTy…YoU GoT It MoNey

Ahhh and thanks to JaFfj83 for the Email …I've been totally slackin…sorry yo just been busy, but I'm on it…..

HOLD UP!!!!….ah this chap ain't for the weak offensive type…well like anyof it is, but this one goes to some fucked up levels and ya may get uncomfortable, but you knew it was gonna get jacked so enjoy or get the fuck out…HD

Ch3 FaiL AgAnST dOmInAtIOn

"Ha, he thinks of me not you. He's always thought of me." Duo laughed.

"You are such a child Duo. The only reason you take interest in him is because someone else wants him. You are ridiculous and predictable."

Duo laughed again. "And you're a swore loser. He's mine Zechs."

Heero opened his eyes meeting Zechs's feeling the pull of them. He reached out a hand towards him. Duo snapped it behind Heero's back making him fall to his knees.

"Get the fuck out of here Zechs." Duo hissed. Heero watched as Zechs turned, the white trench coat billowing around him. Zechs reminded Heero of one of Duo's holy icons covered in all white with the crowd parting for him. Though they did not bow to him like such a god, instead hissed and glared at him. Heero tried to stand and go after the fading image, but Duo pushed him back to his knees.

"Why did you reach out for him? What the hell were you thinking? You search for me so long and would go back to him like I'm nothing." Duo was circling him and yelling.

"I don't..." Heero knew this was a trap, no matter what he said he would get into shit.

"You don't what." Duo grabbed Heero by the hair pulling his face close. "You don't what?" Duo's voice was even, which made the situation worse for Heero. He had no way to read the other.

He opened his eyes staring at Duo not sure what to say. Not sure what to think. Not even sure who he was looking at. He watched Duo's eyes soften. He could see some of the old Duo, just a tiny hair in a 50 ft afghan. Duo pushed his lips against Heero's and dropped him to the floor.

"Take him to my room." Heero felt arms lifting him. "Don't forget his bag and don't touch it or him." Duo's voice dropped to a threat in the last few words. Heero was dragged to a room and thrown on a bed. He heard the two guys talking as they tossed him.

"What's so special bout this guy Azail." One said.

"I don't know, but I'd do what Duo says Xue." Azail said.

"Shit, you think I'm scared of that little fucker." Xue laughed.

"Dude, seriously stay out of the bag. Come on Xue."

"Ohho. Looks like ol'boy `ere's got a nasty drug habit."

"Dude I'm leaving. I don't want Duo pissed at me."

"Jesus fucken Christ Azail, you're a fucken pussy."

"Screw you Xue. You ever seen Duo pissed. That's when mother fuckers die. They don't call him God of Death for nothing."

"Heh. I thought he was the God of Fuck."

"Oh Xue, I am that too." Duo's voice was placid

"Oh shit. Shit. Duo I tried to stop him." Duo laughed.

"I know I heard it all. Leave now Azail. Xue, hm. I think you need to see just how scary this little fucker can be." Heero felt Duo slide up his back and bite the back of his neck.

"As much as I want you now, you'll have to wait a bit my dear sweet Mr. Yuy." Duo rolled him over pushing his mouth against Heero's, moving his body along Heero's causing Heero to break the kiss and gasp out a moan.

"Just a little longer." Duo was gone and Heero was left to shut down his mind and try to cycle through some of the drugs and liquor.

He heard distant screams. He thought they might be his, but couldn't figure out why he would be screaming. He's mind floated though those thoughts while Duo was gone. He felt a hand rub across his head.

"I'm so sorry sweet heart. You look like you have enough problems and then you get involved with the devil himself." It was the bartender, her sweet southern voice coxing him to some false state of relaxation. Heero clenched his hand into a fist.

"Zechs." He whispered not knowing when or if he'd see the other again. Heero felt his body being shifted

"It's much to late for that now Heero. He's long gone." The familiar metal rested on the inside of his arm.

"Don't." He whispered just gaining enough of his mind back to understand what was going on. He ignored the pain as he gripped her wrist in his left hand, but she was too strong for him.

"Sorry." She sighed over the sound of the injector. "It's nothing against you. I just..." He felt her hand rest on his cheek. "I wish I could help you. I know he'll use you up and..." Heero heard the slap and whimper.

"Meiran, Meiran, Meiran .... you are damn luck you're still my favorite woman. I did not tell you to hold or speak to him. You break my rules to easily." Duo's voice dropped to something more primal. "One more time and you will end up like Xue. Now go clean up what's left of him."

"Duo I..." Another slap

"Go." Heero heard the footsteps. His body was being cascaded by wave after wave bringing him higher and higher. He just wanted to peek out, but it was taking it's time in his system mixing with the liquor. His breath was shaky and deep.

"Did you miss me?" Duo's voice was low. Heero felt the pressure on his neck something metallic and warm. He tried to open his eyes and lift his head all for not. He felt an unfamiliar fear run through him as something warm dripped on his chest.

"Heero, you fear me?" In his mind Heero saw something he would never forget. Something that tried to chase some of the high away. Something that forced his eyes open to the same image.

Duo standing in front of him. Blood staining his whole upper body, face, and hair. He wore a black wrap around his waste that flooded past his feet also coated in moister, dripping red. His face made Heero want to squirm, but he froze himself because of the huge ax at his neck.

Duo smiled something more a snarl. His teeth gleaming white with fangs matching that of a serpent, thin, curved and sharp as a scalpel. His tongue lolled over his lip wide as any humans, but slitted like that of a snake. His eyes gleamed with violet fire. The axe was half as terrifying as the face he could no longer look at.

It had a handle only slightly bigger than Duo's hand and a blade long as his arm. It was an ancient axe. The blade was curved slightly almost like a scythe, but so much wider. It had a heavy point on the opposite side of the blade. The blade itself was on the inside of the curve.

He tried to speak as Duo pushed him back into the wall the bed sat against. Heero watched as Duo's face came close to his, the tongue licking up his neck. He squirmed feeling the ends of the tongue flicking against his skin.

"You should fear me Heero. You should always fear me." The creature that was Duo came down on him teeth bared pushing his head to the side. Heero almost screamed before he went into an overload on the senses. To many drugs, too much liquor, to little healing time from the last OD.

"Heero...Heero wake up." He shot up, hands in fists ready for the hideous creature he saw last with the voice that called his name. He jumped away from Duo's hand brushing at himself. His eyes darting around the room. They fell on Duo, searching him over seeing nothing but the calm demeanor he carried now. Duo reached for him again and Heero jerked away.

"No don't...You...I saw you...w-was I dreaming. You...you were a fucking monster." Heero hunched over. "What the fucked you give me?" Heero groaned.

Duo moved by Heero resting his hand on Heero's shoulder. Heero tensed, but was too distracted by his cramping stomach to care.

"Are you alright Heero?" Duo sounded half concerned.

"My bag." Heero hissed between the pain as he rolled on his side. He hadn't had cramps this bad since the first time he syned. He moaned as he pulled his knees under him. He coughed out a pain filled breath. His head pounding like he'd just self-destructed. He felt the injection in the back of his neck and waited with his feet kicking out behind him trying desperately to get tighter into the fetal position. Duo watched on with fevered amusement. It felt like forever until the syn finally kicked in leveling Heero to his new normal.

Heero slid down laying on his back, the sweat cooling, already forgetting the image of Duo as the world subsided into the tolerable. Duo laid next to him.

"Better Yuy."

Heero half laughed. "I thought it was Mr. Yuy."

Now Duo laughed darkly and Heero actually shivered unsure why. "Not now I have you in my bed." Heero looked over at Duo

"What makes you think I'll stay here?" Duo pushed himself up sitting Indian style on the bed.

"Where else can you go?" Heero thought of the previous night and how pissed Trowa and Quatre would be. His thoughts shifted to a figure in white and the question came out of his mouth before he actually thought about it.

"Was Zechs here last night?" Heero put his arms behind his head to prop it up, giving him a better view of Duo.

"In this room? No." Duo seemed guarded, almost as if it was a conversation about that one relative no one wants to admit even exists.

"I mean, did he come here, to this bar?"

"Why do you ask?" Duo sounded annoyed and his face went blank as he awaited Heero's answer. Heero frowned looking to the ceiling.

"I remember seeing him. His face was so close to mine." Heero's voice had that whimsical distance to it. Heero looked at Duo who's eyebrows had furrowed. "I could have been dreaming." Heero said attempting to cover himself. It struck him as odd that he would feel the need to cover for himself with Duo. He let the syn dissolve the thought.

Duo laughed and Heero heard a spark of the old Duo in it's untamed contagiousness. "Dreaming. Is that what you call blacking out now?" Heero glared at Duo, who was whipping the tears from his laughing eyes.

"Just tell me."

Duo shrugged. "He could have been."

Heero sighed closing his eyes trying to remember, knowing Duo wouldn't tell him anything. His mind was mostly blank and anything he glimpsed wasn't enough to form a night or even a scene from it.

"Shit, I don't remember anything after coming into the bar. Only glimpses." Heero pulled his hands from behind his head feeling his right hand pulsating and his left aching. Duo decided to change the subject as he looked at the others hands.

"So what happened? Get in a fight?" Heero looked away from Duo's half amused eyes.

"Why'd you leave and come back now, eight fucking years later?" Heero couldn't keep the hostility from his voice. "Why didn't you ever contact me?" Heero turned back to Duo.

"I asked you about your hands." Duo said blandly. Heero sat up visibly angered

"My hands are inconsequential. Now tell me why you left." Duo smiled a placid smile.

"Does it really matter? I'm here with you now Heero." He said as he moved his hands up the others chest. Heero felt a pull in him, a need for Duo. He pushed the other away from him, cracking Duo against the wall.

"Dammit. It does matter and why do you always turn everything into sex? Why won't you talk to me?" Duo smiled as Heero's hands pinned him to the wall.

"What happened to your hands Heero?" Heero pulled Duo forward and cracked him against the wall again. Duo only closed his eyes as his body hit.

"Forget my damn hands. My hands didn't disappear for eight years. You did." Duo smiled an apocalyptic smile.

"Don't you remember or did you black out again." Heero's arm came across Duo's neck and He pushed with a hateful rage.

"Drop it Duo." Duo smiled wider.

"If you can't remember.." Duo choked against the others rising disdain and throat crushing pressure.

"Duo." Heero growled with the ferocity of a chained prisoner.

"Take another hit Heero, maybe you'll remember." Heero's whole body shook as he tried to hold down the violence. He didn't want to hurt Duo. He closed his eyes dropping his arm. It was Duo. Heero felt the hand on his cheek.

"Let it go Heero. Neither question is relevant." Heero's shaking increased.

"You did that to get a fucking rise out of me?" Heero's eyes snapped open to see a shit eating grin on Duo's face.

"And if I did?" Duo said, lust dripped off his voice as he tried leaning off the wall towards Heero. Heero slammed him back. Heero's busted right hand took Duo in the face. Duo's head turned to the side.

"Don't fuck with me Duo." Duo turned to face Heero again, a dark smirk on his face, blood trickling from his unsmiling left side.

"I'll do anything I want to you." Duo's voice was painfully low. Heero's arm ached from the hit, he could feel the knuckles pulsating, but that wasn't enough to stop him from swinging. Duo grabbed that fist squeezing it in his hand, pushing Heero down on his back.

"Don't think you have any means to threaten me." Duo growled. Heero looked up into Duo's face a savage rage laying in Heero's eyes and arrogance in Duo's. Duo fell on him forcing his mouth against the others. Heero fought against the other at first then felt a want rise in him, a need for something he couldn't comprehend.

He rolled on top of Duo. His mouth attacking the other, bitting Duo's neck and ears with force enough to draw blood. Part rage, part want. Heero sat up from Duo trying to catch his breath. He felt the contempt rising in him. Duo leaned up looking at Heero with seductive eyes.

Heero stared into the starry pools of violet. He saw things there. Him on his knees, Duo using him, pulling all the pleasure his body could offer. Heero felt an unforgiving hopelessness rise in him. His body leaned towards Duo's, somehow wanting all he saw in the violet depths. Heero hoovered half way to Duo. He closed his eyes feeling himself tremble. He cried out pushing back from Duo and falling from the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" Heero's head began to pound. Duo smiled wickedly as he looked down at Heero as he wiped his mouth with his hand. Heero watched Duo closely as Duo crawled towards him.

"It was you who surrendered to me by coming here." Heero backed up on the floor.

"Your not Duo." Duo laughed.

"Aren't I?' Heero hit his bag and found his shirt, gabbing them as he scrambled to his feet running for the only door he saw.

"Heero." Duo purred. Heero couldn't help but turn to the voice. Duo was sprawled on the floor in his wrap reminding Heero of his first wet dream. Heero's feet seem to cement in the spot. "Don't think you can run from me."

Heero half laughed as he closed his eyes and turned from the temptation. He opened the door walking through it easily ignoring the idle threat. He started down the spiraling steps that greeted him in his escape route.

"Idle threats." A ghostly voice flowed into his ear as he began to run down the spiraling stairs.

`Where the fuck am I?' He thought as he heard something coming down after.

"Do you believe you can leave me Heero." Duo laughed coldly. Then his voice dropped into a growl. "Not till I get what I want. What you want." Heero saw the bodies moving in his mind. He could feel Duo's hand running up his cock. Feel their mouths meeting.

He lost his footing on the steps and fell, tumbling, the back of his head, lower back, and ass cushioning his fall. He sat up trying to assess his injuries. He knew at least two ribs had cracked, the back of his head was busted open, and he shattered the elbow joint of his left arm. He stood up falling against the wall. Tunnel vision set in He gritted his teeth knowing he had a hell of a concussion. His head was yanked back by his hair and forced forward into a wall.

"Like you had a chance Yuy." Heero felt Duo pressing his hardness along Heero's backside. "Although I do love the chase."

A hand slide up his chest clawing down his stomach making Heero's body react along with the tongue that licked along his neck and ear. Heero felt his pants being unbuttoned.

"Duo.." Heero's protests were cut off by the wall crushing his cheek. He felt blood trickling down his face and wall. Duo yanked Heero's pants down. Heero tried to fight as he felt Duo's skin against his ass.

"Duo what the.." Duo smashed his head against the wall again.

"It could have been so much better." Heero screamed as Duo forced his hard shaft in the small hole of Heero. Heero was on the brink of unconsciousness after the second pump, feeling himself being torn open while Duo laughed a lusty sound in his ear. He felt Duo grab hold of his cock, which hardened to the stroking touch. Heero made little noises choking on his screams. He focused on the feel of the wall tearing into his face rather than Duo tearing into the soft meat of his ass.

"Finally..." Heero felt Duo release in him and felt himself release his seed. He didn't even know he'd enjoyed it. He only wanted to scream. Duo pulled out of him and let him slide to the floor.

"Azail...Derc." Duo sounded almost exasperated.

"Yes Shinigami." Heero heard the voices as his body twitched in pain. "Clean him, dress him, and get rid of him. I have no further use for Mr. Yuy. Send Meiran to my room." Duo laughed, a sound like screams from the depths of hell. Heero felt his body move and the pain was too much sending him into the dark of unconsciousness.

Water sprinkled on Heero's face. He opened his eyes dimly aware of the cold that swallowed his body. The sky was a gray cloud. He first felt his head pounding. He rolled over and became aware of a pain in his elbow, side, and ass. It all returned to him. He pushed himself gently to a sitting position. Nothing but rage, shame, and guilt ran through him.

He wanted to scream sitting on the concrete slab of a tomb, knowing his ribs wouldn't allow it. He looked around unable to get a location. Everything looked the same. All the tombs. It was like some twisted labyrinth. He should have studied up on the state before he came. He had to wonder if every cemetery was like this.

His thoughts were stolen by a replay of previous night and he could imagine what he had looked like. He went for his only bit of peace, doing a couple capsules. His body fell limp on the stone coffin. The pain was gone, the images swirling into a vortex of indifference. The demons of his life sinking into oblivion. He thought of Zechs wishing never came to this place. Before Duo returned to his mind.

He remembered every second he waited for him looked for him. His memory turned to the war and the times he and Duo had shared. He knew how cold he was then to Duo. He wished he would have said how much he loved him then, knowing it wouldn't have mattered.

"How fitting." Heero thought out loud. He laughed as he stared at the large stone tomb across from him. "I finally found something colder then me." The stone was worn turning the name into a serious of smooth bumps. Heero reached a hand to the concrete.

"Does it ever go away?" He whispered against the stone. "All the regrets." Heero closed his eyes with the last thought.

Heero felt the presence of that cold dark voice, the one he always heard in his sleep. He started the twisted conversation this time.

"What do you want?" It didn't even register to Heero that he was speaking to himself out loud, for the voice was only in his head. A long silence followed.

`No.' It finally responded.

"What?" Heero snapped rolling to his back to feel the rain cooling his face.

`They follow you into death until you are forgotten.' Heero laughed at the other's words.

"And you would know." The dark presence joined in his laughter.

`Maybe. It's inconsequential any longer. You're just a mindless pawn to him now.' The voice sounded indifferent when it spoke.

"The voices in my head aren't even making sense to me." Heero laughed at the implications of his statement.

`I'm saying you're fucked.' Heero laughed as the voice brought a name to mind.

"By Duo." Heero snorted.

`Seems as though you were.' A hideous seething cackle filled Heero's head, before it called and the voice returned.

`Heero if you only knew how deep you are.' Heero felt it rise, what he'd felt a moment ago; rage, contempt, shame, then something new consumed him. Something familiar. Sorrow. He heard laughter not the voice, but Duo's, the old sound, the sound that would make him forget all the horrors in himself.

"Just give me peace." Heero groaned as his hands rubbed the water from his face. The dark laughter returned.

`I told you once that you would have wished you died.' A thought surfaced in Heero.

"A pawn to who? Who are you? What did you mean by his pawn? Answer me!" Heero was yelling ignoring his protesting ribs. A faded laughter is all he heard. "Come back. Tell me who." Heero barely murmured, realizing it was futile. Knowing he was alone in his mind again he laid silent filling with a sense of helplessness.

Heero focused himself. He had to do something. He sat up and detached one of the straps on the bag to use it for a sling. He pulled a shirt from the bag and tied it around his bruised side to keep support on the cracked ribs. He noticed a wrap around his right hand and another around his head. He stood swaying for a moment, then vomited. He did the capsules to close together. It wouldn't kill him, but he was going to feel really fucked up for a while. He stood feeling higher than before. He threw his bag over his shoulder.

"I need to get out of this fucking place." he mumbled to himself thinking less of the cemetery and more of the state. He reached in his back pockets empty. In fact all were empty except the one with his injector. He searched his bag only to find pants a pair of boxers, the black baseball cap and capsule after capsule.

"You fucken dick." Heero half yelled pounding his fist into the tomb next to him. His hand nor ribs protested from the violent act. The pain unable to reach the brain. He had no money, no id, and no clue where the hell he was. He panted there for a moment and let the drug sooth him. He laughed to himself as he pulled the baseball cap on and down to hide his face while standing.

"Don't think I won't walk out of this place Duo. You may have taken everything, but you didn't break my legs." He laughed.

He passed out several times trying to find his way out of the cemetery. Letting the syn cycle through him and adding more when needed. He caught up with a tour as dusk began to darken the sky. He sighed as he finally got out of the cemetery. He fell to a knee as he felt a pain he hadn't felt in a long time ache his stomach.

"Shit why now." He grumbled. His limbs were shaking and his body ached more than it ever had since the war. He stumbled down an ally dry heaving along the way. He rested his head on a dumpster until he gained control of himself. He looked up and smiled as he saw the thing was overflowing with clumps of half old food. He grabbed a half eaten hunk of bread and devoured it. The flies nor the stench of urine, booze, and vomit bothering him. He reached for some lettuce that looked eatable when he heard the steps behind him.

He shoved the lettuce in his mouth and turned crouching in the defensive to Zechs shaking his head. Heero backed away from the approaching man I white. He knew Zechs had been there, at the club. Heero remembered the white. He moved to run the opposite way and slid to a stopped seeing Chang, with a white bandage on his nose, blocking his path with Trowa and Quatre flanking him.

"Heero it's okay were not mad." Quatre's words were soft. "Come back with us." Quatre barley whispered tears glistening in his eyes as he saw his friend in a way he never wanted to see anyone or thing. So close to breaking. In some pit of hell he wasn't sure any of them no matter how much they loved or cared, hoped or prayed, could save him from.

"Heero you know better than to run from me." Heero turned his head in all directions at the sound of Duo's voice.

"I-I'm not." Heero stuttered.

"Heero I realized my actions may have been wrong...." Chang began, his words were nasally from the break Heero thought before everything was lost as Duo's voice filled his ears again.

"Don't ever lie to me." Duo hissed. Heero collapsed to his knees one hand on the ground the other holding his head as the feel, the sound of Duo's forced intrusion filled his eyes. He was left gasping for air.

"Heero." Quatre yelled and ran to his side placing a hand on Heero's back. Heero was trying to tell Quatre to stay away, but couldn't get the words out as the images resurfaced. He heard Quatre gasp next to him and wondered if the Arabian could see it.

"He knows. He saw it all. Soon he'll tell and everyone will know how pathetic you are." He heard Duo chuckle in his ear.

Before Heero could gauge the situation his body was in motion and his hands were tight around Quatre's neck. He stared down at the purple face and enormous dilating blue eyes. He felt Quatre's fingers and manicured nails digging bleeding ruts into his arms. He watched his name mouthed from Quatre's lips. He didn't care as long as the other was silenced.

"You bastard." Heero looked up in time to catch trowa in his cracked ribs almost breaking them. Trowa tackled him to the ground straddling him.

"What the fuck are you thinking?" Trowa slammed Heero's body into the ground repeatedly while asking the question over and over. After about the fifth time his head cracked against the pavement in the same place it was busted open Heero finally got out a breathless laugh.

"Trowa." Quatre cried out as Trowa was about to begin the slamming again. Trowa leaped to Quatre. "I'm okay." Quatre coughed.

Heero watched the world fall into a pinpoint tunnel wishing it would take him the rest of the way. He saw Chang's blurred form in front of him giving Heero a wide clenched tooth grin. Heero was glad to see the teeth back in place. Chang extend a hand too Heero who took it. Chang's smile fell and Heero felt a fist take him on the right side of the face sending him back to the ground.

"I owed you for that." Heero rubbed the side of his face bleeding in a spot just under where the wall had cut into him. He looked back to Chang and saw something move behind Chang as he re-extended his hand to Heero.

"Chang." Heero barley spoke already knowing it was too late. He watched the others face smack into the pavement next to him. Blood erupting from the impact leaving Chang unmoving. Heero felt himself yanked up by his busted elbow and bit down a scream as little white stars flashed in the darkness of his eyes. They adjusted and he was nose to nose with an infuriated Duo who grabbed Heero by his collar.

"You actually believe you can walk away from me." Duo spat shaking the other. Heero watched the world move in bright colors. For a minute Heero actually thought he could.

…..heheheh….

Damn I's such a fauku.. heh yeah…I got to fix the next chap up and it should be out, but it's got a serious rewrite…I ain't gonna force ya all to be readin crap so you gonna have to wait for the good shit…I'll get it out as fast as possible…I gotta get the next wasteland chap out first, then it'll be this one or cage..then dream aid…yeah that sounds like a fuckin plan..whoaho…I'm fuckin planin..watch the fuck out….heh…till next time