Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Raven - Death's Companion ❯ Grasp for Hope ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer - I still don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters because if I did, Heero Wufei and Duo would be locked in a room until they "got along" you know what I'm saying? *nudge nudge, wink wink* So no suing!

Warnings - Oooh.. a royally pissed off Trieze. A tortured `Fei and damn dangerous Duo. Violence, Language, Yaoi. You know. The usual.

Rating - Okay. R now. So very R.. not too graphic.. But there are times.

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Notes - Okay, so Mystik-Chan! Love you! You were the only one to review ;-; But it was a good chapter right? I've lost my readers!! *cries* Damn you Just like Cagney! Damn you! Lol.. nah.. anyway carrying on..

Chapter - 4/??

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Raven - Death's Companion.

The world was blurry, he tried focusing but the bright lights around him just hurt his eyes. He tried to lift a hand to rub at his eyes, but not surprisingly he was tied down. A soft grunt left his lips before he could stop it. "Awake then my little one?" A too familiar voice spoke from above him. "No." Wufei mumbled back before he tried to close his eyes once more. His head was pounding, the butt of a rifle really hurt, he was lucky his neck didn't snap. Before he had the chance to wander off back to oblivion, his face was firmly gripped by large hands, snapping his head up with the force. He forced his eyes to open only to be met with a fury filled Treize Khushrenada. The Chinese youth could help the smile that slipped onto his features. `Mission Accomplished..' he thought to himself even as Treize's nails began digging into his flesh.

A soft growl was heard somewhere above his body before he felt his arms be released. He fell to the ground, not making any sound of complaint, keeping it all bottled inside. "Why did you do that Dragon? That was unnecessary." Treize sounded as if he was trying to find a logical explanation to Wufei's actions. "I'm a Gundam Pilot, idiot." Wufei forced out, trying to keep his arrogant air even in this enemy ground. He was swiftly kicked at the ribs by Treize's right foot. He fell and leant against the wall for support, a small cough was the only sound that rewarded the effort of the force. "You know what I mean. There was no need for that level of chaos." Wufei's eyes narrowed darkly, but he said nothing.

A pressured silence fell between them. Wufei was working on controlling his body, his pain, his breaths. While Trieze was trying to fit his uncharacteristic rage in a place hidden from the world. He had allowed himself too much of an emotional opening. He actually believed that the boy couldn't hurt him now that he was under his power. How naïve he was. The boy continued to stand against him without breaking any of the rules set by his ancestors, how cunning his little Dragon was. A smirk lifted upon the elder man's features. Yes, very cunning, alluring, eluding. What was the old saying? Keep your friends close.. and your enemies closer.

Duo had stationed himself just outside the gates of the base. Security was high, well it looked that way, the soldiers were still slacking though. I mean, they caught the Gundam Pilot, what danger was there now? Ohh.. they'd find out soon enough. He'd have to find Wufei first though. He'd have to get the body out. This was no burial ground for the great Solitary Dragon. He wasn't exactly sure where he would take the Chinese youth, but he knew he didn't want Wufei to be lost in there. One of the places they all fought against. As a searchlight passed above him again he made a dash for the wall of the light tower. Using it's shadow to his advantage he climbed the face of the tower, the concrete slabs giving him enough grasp to scurry up unnoticed. He stole a glance over the top of the wall before he jumped onto the platform, easily taking care of the soldier standing watch. He felt unmistakably dirty as he placed the OZ uniform on, but he didn't let it bother him. He flipped his braid around and caught it under the uniform's cap so he wouldn't be so easy to spot as an intruder before he began moving the searchlight once more.

He wasn't sure what was going on. One second Trieze was contemplating beating him to death the next he was ripping his clothes off with a passion he had only glimpsed at in the past. He was in a painful state of surprise when it happened so he didn't have the energy to fight back. Lips were devouring his own, hands pressing him against the cold wall, his ribs screaming from the pressure but whenever he tried to breathe his mouth would be assaulted once more by the invading tongue of his torturer. Teeth bit down into his bottom lip and the easily recognised taste of blood was evident in his mouth. Trieze spotted this too, suckling at the tainted area before his lips moved elsewhere, tugging at his earlobe, massaging over his throat, tickling at his collarbone.

The Chinese boy snapped out of his surprise induced trance the moment that those lips brushed against his throat, lifting a leg up to push the other man away only to have it caught in the other man's grasp. The elder of the two wrapped his captive's leg around his own waist, keeping it in a tight grip as he pressed forward with his hips eliciting a soft gasp from the Chinese boy's lips. Rough, rushing hands reached up and tugged at the material toward the top of the boy's neck, snapping the small piece of elastic with very little effort and then almost reveling in the feel of the raven locks running through his fingers. He tugged forcibly, making Wufei lean his head up with the movement and then he took his lips again, forcing his tongue into the cavern of sweetness that he was lucky enough to possess. He knew what the Chinese youth wanted, but he wasn't ready to give up such a treasure.

Wufei kept his eyes closed all through this assault, trying to focus on being elsewhere, but even the slightest touch to his body sent a new painful wave of fire through him, reminding him of where he was and whose he was. Hips were thrust against his own as lips tried to pry his soul from his being. He had to lift himself onto tiptoes to try and escape the pain, but he was forced back down. Every self preservation mechanism in him screaming for him to escape. His skin was burning, so many different sensations teased him as he felt Trieze maneuver himself, pulling Wufei's smaller frame into position. That was it, he couldn't do this, he couldn't allow this, he, he.. He had no choice. He had to keep reminding himself of that.. He had no choice. He.. belonged.. to Trieze. Whatever Trieze wanted to do.. he could do.. and with that defeated thought he felt himself be ripped almost in two, once again.

The skin on his shoulders was being ripped from his body as it was pounded into the cold wall behind him. His eyes closed tightly and his fists balled up against the wall, trying with all his remaining strength to stay silent throughout. The breath teased against his skin, almost mocking him with a tenderness that his body wouldn't receive. "Just give in Dragon.. I can see you want to.." The voice was thick with lust, of someone beginning to regain control of his senses. Trieze had been watching the younger man throughout their session. He pressed his finger into the bullet wound on the underside of Wufei's thigh, every time it rewarded him with a sharp hiss of pain and yet more delicious struggling from the boy. He hated having the usually so strong and stubborn Dragon fall compliant under him, after all, it was his fire and his need to stand alone that had drawn him to the boy, a fear of nothing, a willingness to show nothing. Every reaction was a pleasure.

Duo had been watching the movements of every soldier for a good two hours now. They rotated in fifteen minute intervals, and no one had seemed to notice their missing companion. He waited for the next switch before making his move inside. He had heard bits of conversations, most congratulating eachother on the defeat of one of the great Gundam Pilots. It was only as he stepped into a stairwell that he heard the most interesting one of all. "We should've killed him." The one spoke, his tone hushed as to keep from gaining unwanted attention. That didn't stop that attention coming their way though. "We could've killed him.. a simple shot to the head… we coulda told the general that he resisted." By this time the guy was rambling, caught in his own fantasies of killing the Asian teen. "He barely bought the shot we did give him. You really think we could've got away with killing him?" The other one stopped in mid sentence, disturbed by a movement in the shadows. "That's not a very nice way to be talking about the Solitary Dragon now is it?" The form came out of the shadows just a little. "Pfft.. He massacred an entire base.. he'll get what's coming to him." The chuckle was quiet, but it seemed to echo over them, both looking at eachother for reassurance. "The God of Death doesn't think so.."

Wufei didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore, his mind was a haze. The larger man was now using him as a leaning post after he had passed through the blinding force of his previous passions. Wufei's small frame couldn't hold them both up for long so he crumbled. The weight on his chest making it hard for him to breathe. "Trieze.. get.. off.. me.." A light laugh filled the air before Trieze lifted himself from Wufei. "Of course my dragon.. of course.." he placed a soft, sated kiss upon the Asian youth's lips before turning toward the door. "You should gather your strength.." sloe eyes couldn't see the smirk, but their owner could certainly feel it.

Wufei.. Chang Wufei.. As if he deserved that name anymore. He sat still for a long time after Trieze had left. Just staring at the door, expecting him to come back just as he was falling asleep. Could he sleep here? The smell was nauseating, the air was thick and warm. He pulled himself into a corner, pressing his damaged back against the cold, wet surface of the walls. The lights had gone out as soon as Trieze had left. Well at least not being able to see it should comfort him a little. He stayed in a sitting position as he let his head wander back against the wall and his eyes close, feeling the sweet sanctuary of unconsciousness draw him close.

It hadn't taken much to get the information he wanted out of those two. He had killed them, of course. But he didn't lie to them and say they had a chance of surviving. They just made that bit up on their own. They had even given him the security codes in their efforts to save themselves. Wasted efforts. But efforts all the same. Duo strolled down one of the lavishly decorated halls. One thing could be said about this base, they sure knew how to live. The perfect entwining of old and new, renaissance and modern.

Locks were easily opened and Duo finally found himself infront of the room that Wufei was supposedly being held in. The lock was opened and the room was.. quiet. No sound of scuffling, nothing. Surely if Wufei was in here he would've attacked him by now? Or at least have made some effort to be all defensive. Then the smell finally hit him. `..God..'Fei…' he mumbled internally before straining his eyes to search the shadows for the other boy. It didn't take long before he found the crumpled mess that was Chang Wufei, naked, beaten, bruised and bleeding. He wasn't sure whether to wake him and go through the embarrassment that will follow, or to carry him out and be berated by him later. His general concern for the boy won over in the end.

He carefully lifted him into his arms. "Hang on `Fei.." He whispered lightly, his eyes wandering over the marred features. He grimaced inwardly at the damp feel of his back and the evident tangy smell of blood that reached his nostrils. He held the small body close to his own as he left the room again. He glanced both ways before trying to figure how he was going to throw the grenade and hold Wufei at the same time. `Organisation skills… should really work on them.' He thought to himself before glancing around for somewhere to hide his precious bundle. He placed the smaller boy in an alcove, letting his hand wander over the soft flesh of his face for a short moment. "Hold tight Sleeping beauty." He said light-heartedly, trying to diffuse some of the tension he felt. He through the grenade toward the wall and then ducked, hiding himself with Wufei.

The sound of the blast and the rumbling of the area around him alerted his senses and he sat up straight. Eyes blinking to try and regain at least some of his sight. Suddenly everything came crashing down on him, alerting his senses to everything that was going on, everything that had past. Then he felt it, the presence next to him, trying to maneuver him to be lifted. He growled and pushed the person away, no one was touching him again. "Whoa there `Fei.. hate to break this to you.. but we're kinda in a hurry." He looked up and sure enough Violet eyes were staring back at him. "Maxwell?" Duo smiled slightly. "Yeah buddy.. That's the name. You okay to walk?" He really didn't want Wufei to walk but if Wufei became his usual `I-don't-need-your-help-Maxwell' self, they may as well give up now. He waited only a few seconds for a reply, and when he got none he quickly, but gently, lifted Wufei back into his arms and sprinted for it.

The dust still hadn't settled as they made their way over the concrete. Wufei had his eyes open, focusing on everything around them instead of the excruciating pain that he felt. He quickly absorbed the situation, keeping silent unless he wished to direct Duo away from oncoming guards. As soon as they had escaped Duo removed the cap that he was wearing, allowing the braid to fall back to it's natural position. He kept glancing at the Chinese boy as the said boy tried to curl up into himself. "Ah!" he suddenly chirped, beginning to strip off the OZ uniform that he was wearing. He offered the clothes to Wufei, careful to avert his eyes. "I should've made Deathscythe come closer huh?.. I guess we'll be staying out here the night.." He looked around to the trees. "Will you be okay alone while I try to find a stream or something?.."

"Yes.. thank you." The voice sounded tiny and it was more than evident that Wufei was extremely embarrassed by the situation. "Sorry we can't risk a fire.." That was it. Duo had started rambling, apologising for everything under the sun, occasionally adding his own birth as a joke. "Ma!..Duo.. Go before your babbling brings them here." Duo grinned, slightly more at ease, Wufei couldn't be that embarrassed if he was making jokes like that. "Be back before you know it." As soon as Duo disappeared Wufei sighed, letting his body use the strength of a tree to hold him in a sitting position. He lifted his leg slightly, ignoring the tingling sensation that it caused and trying to feel for the bullet wound. He flinched slightly as he found the opening. Focusing himself slightly he reached up to rip a sleeve from the OZ jacket Duo had offered him, rolling it up and placing it in his mouth to buffer whatever noises he may make.

He pressured the wound with his fingers before pushing a small little finger into the wound, biting down ferociously on the material to stop himself screaming. As soon as he felt the metallic object he moved his finger a little more, trying to dislodge the pellet. His eyes were tightly closed as he felt the intrusive object spin from both his fingertips and in his thigh and he slowly dragged the thing out, letting it drop to the floor as well as a new steady stream of blood. Coughing, he removed the material from his mouth, ripping the other sleeve from the jacket to wrap around the wound to try and stop the blood. He quickly placed the trousers on his body before collapsing back against the tree.

"Why hello Mr. Yuy.." Duo spoke from somewhere above him. The American had noticed the blood and the bullet at his side. "There's a stream a little ways over.. I could carry you over there.." Wufei shook his head as he forced his body from the ground. "That's alright.. I'll be fine.." Wufei said, trying to place his fine hair behind his ears. He took a few deep breaths before moving forward, his leg quivering with want to collapse. Duo didn't move to help him. He knew that Wufei was stubborn enough to do that on his own, and if he helped, he would probably never gain the Asian boy's trust ever again.

As soon as Wufei had returned Duo had began to rummage through what was left in his backpack, managing to find a couple of slices of bread. He offered these to the boy who was still trying to place his hair behind his ears. "Here.." Wufei shook his head slightly. "Oh come on `Fei.. eat it." Sighing the smaller boy took one of the slices and tore off a piece, eating it agonisingly slow. As soon as he had finished that piece he offered the bread back. "No.. you were meant to eat it all.." The sloe eyed boy shook his head. "Breakfast." Chuckling Duo nodded and placed the small amount of rations back in his bag. The silence that fell upon them was almost deafening. "Hey `Fei?" a small affirmative sound was all he got in response. "You know.. your hair kinda looks good down.. you should wear it like that more often.."

"..I used to.. but now it's just an irritation" he quickly added to stop himself falling into thoughts about the past. Duo wasn't sure what to say. The silence reigned once more. "Duo?" Until then. "Yeah?" there was a soft pause, as if Wufei was deliberating whether to ask the question. "Why did you come here.. you should've left me.. I am of no use to the colonies.." As the sentence carried on, Wufei's voice became quieter until it was almost a whisper. "Hey! Hey! No talking like that, you are highly valued `Fei, the colonies need you, the Gundam Pilots need you.. I need you.." There was a soft snort from Wufei's direction. "I'm serious.. we've become.. close.. you're the closest thing I've had to a real friend in a long while.." Duo was playing with the end of his braid by now, while Wufei was still trying to tuck his shoulder length hair behind his ears.

Duo, trying to ignore the sudden uncomfortable silence that fell between them took the torn piece of jacket from the floor, holding it in his hand as he removed the elastic from the end of his braid. He quickly tied the material into a knot around his hair before he offered Wufei the elastic. "Here.. you can tie it up with this if you like.." Duo's eyes remained averted as he felt Wufei's fingers gently take the simple tie from his hand as if it was made of glass. Since the band was usually in Duo's hair it had stretched a little and Wufei had to loop it six times to get any effect at all, the odd strand of obsidian still fell into his features, but at least it was a little less annoying than the rest of it.

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Duo : Bit of a funny place to finish that isn't it?

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