Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Retribution ❯ Chapter 21
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 283 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 283 | Status: Completed
Title: Retribution
Genre: violence, abuse, mention of abuse, language, death (none of the guys….I don’t think), attempted/mentioned NCS, gore, graphic, supernatural, on-going-ness, crossdressing, lemons, and limes (for other parts), yaoi, yuri, politics, self insertions, angst, etc
Summary: Two groups of thieves find themselves drawn together through betrayal and lies.
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Give me a break. The friggin title isn’t even mine. Its ShadowKano (THANK YOU CHICA!!!). So how in the hell would you think that GW’s well created characters are mine? Yeah, you feel smart don’t ya? Just read the damn fic. :-P
Pairing: 1x1, 2x2, 3x3, 4x4, 5x5, 6x6…you get the idea…1x2/2x1, 3x4, 5x6(x13), Talim x Shai x (maybe a third bishie), SxN, HxR, 1xR (one sided)…..the guys are gonna sleep around until they get to their respective partners.
Scarletty: Yes, you reviewed and you get another chapter. A limey one at that. Sure I don't mind adding you in. The more characters, the more variety. I threw myself in but that's not as fun being that I already know how'd I react. Writing about other people that actually exists is where it gets interesting. Anywho, wish I could make my response as long as your review but I'm beyond sleepy right now. Thank you for reviewing and if you review again, I'll post another chapter. You know how that goes. Love ya lots!!
Chapter 21:
Hours passed before Heero finally went back to his hut. //Here, all you have is fighting…// The words of the two men still outside echoed in his head. Both were on their back panting tiredly staring wistfully at the sky when he left. Their broad chest stained with blood and sweat rose quickly. No doubt they would be back at it as soon as they gave their body a proper rest.
Heero walked through the hut absently. A shower would be nice. He disappeared into the small bathroom and stripped of his clothes. He looked down at his body, the scar running down his left leg to his knee almost like his leg had been split in two, another scar circling his ankle and another running from his chest down to circle his navel. All these scars and no memory of how he got them. Hopefully he’d gotten them by fighting for his life. He could never imagine himself giving into death so easily. His mind flashed back to the two fighting again. He chuckled lightly when he felt his body begin to stir.
Good fighting was like good sex. And damn if that match was the best he’d ever seen.
Taking his time, he turned the hot water one with a small amount cool water. He stepped in gingerly letting the almost scorching water soothe his aching muscles. In 5g the droplets of water felt like small messaging hands against his flesh.
His hands ghosted lightly over each of his scars mapping them mentally until he reached his half hard member. He ran the fight through his head again. The battle worn warriors sparred in his head ruthlessly. Their grunts and panting sounding vividly inside his head. He gripped his member firmly and ran his hand from the base to the tip teasing the slit. He let his head loll back.
Darkness replaced the darker fighter. Only his wild eyes and brightly colored hair remained. His features didn’t matter. Only the power of his blows.
The lighter fighter shined bright and almost blinding. The dark slits of his eyes remained in the blazing aura.
They continued to fight becoming one for only a split second before separating again. They fought and clashed taking up all that Heero could see until one eye saw in darkness and the other in pure light. His hand quickened as he watched the black try to take over the white and the white return the favor.
His hips moved to meet his hand’s downward stroke. Unconsciously, he bit his lower lip to keep the moan building in his chest from sounding. The end was coming soon. He moved his free hand to run over his taut abdomen then chest. He paused to pinch one of his nipples whimpering as pleasure mixed with pain. His other hand quickened.
The black and white began to swirl around each other forming a yin and yang sign momentarily before becoming one. The black glowed vibrantly and the white intensified all the same. Suddenly the unrecognizable symbolic warriors flickered violet.
Heero jumped eyes snapping open suddenly but it was too late. He teetered over the edge biting back a scream and the name that rode in on it. Slowly he sunk down landing harder than he thought he would. He gasped staring in confusion before him. What was that? That never happened before.
It was too much for his tired mind to comprehend for the moment. He forced his body out of the shower stall. He paused to dry himself off and dragged himself towards his bed still naked. He looked down at the bed. Wasn’t he supposed to get the dust out of it? With a tired groan, he began the task. The only comfort for all the hard work was that he’d sleep soundly and without nightmares.
****
Quatre sighed as he looked around the room he was in. The walls were painted a nice warm cream color, there were no walls, the bed was queen size and there was a table. It was step above the huts, he knew, but boring as hell. Not to mention he couldn’t leave when he wanted. At least the gravity was lightened to a mere 2g. This he could handle. For once he was happy that his father was the head of the Winner Corp.
Silently, he moved about the room inspecting everything just out of boredom. How long had he been in this room? Too long. He’d fallen asleep in this room after Havoc dropped him off. When he woke up, he helped himself to a long hot shower and the clean clothes set out for him. Now he was dressed in a comfortable pair of cotton boxers and an oversized white t-shirt. The sweats set out for him would be put on later when he had to leave.
For now he’d just enjoy the hospitality set out before him in pure angst.
His angelic features scrunched up as his mind replayed everything that had happened the day of their capture. Trowa of all people. Why him?
Quatre rubbed at the center of his chest feeling the dark ache there. He’d been betrayed before plenty of times but this one really hurt. Why?
The sound of the door hissing open drew him out of his thoughts. He looked towards it sharply. And (yeah, you guessed it), the object of his thoughts walked in. His eyes narrowed to thin slits.
Trowa only stared at him waiting to see what he’d do. His eyes were drawn to how the Arabian’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
“What are you doing here?” Quatre hissed almost viciously.
“I’ve come to take you to your hut. You’ll be rooming with, 0001.”
“Don’t you mean held? Rooming sounds like something you do at a dorm.” Quatre remarked smartly. Trowa didn’t react. “Tell them to send someone else. I don’t want to see you. EVER.”
Trowa still didn’t react. He stood silently taking the youth’s cruel words without defending himself. The words cut deeper than any knife he’d taken to his own body but he deserved it ten fold. What he had done was inexcusable. “Come with me.” He said again.
“NO! Call someone else!”
“That is not an option.”
“Fuck you!”
Trowa side and stepped forward slowly into the room. His stomach did a momentary flip as his body adjusted to the light gravity. “If you don’t come with me, I’ll have to use force.”
“That’s all you had to say!” Quatre moved forward slightly weighed down by the gravity but just as fast. He stopped inches away from the other teen and spun kicking his leg out with the momentum. He aimed high at first seen Trowa move to block. At the last moment he dropped his leg and bent it at the knee continuing the attack. His knee connected with the green-eyed teen’s ribs. Not satisfied unless he was hearing bone crack, Quatre continued his attacked.
He kicked out again aiming for Trowa’s head again.
Trowa moved his time faster than he had before. His leg came up and around aiming for the blonde’s head in return. Quatre ducked it narrowly only to have the powerful leg come down on the back of his neck. He grunted at the weight of the blow feeling his legs give out. Trowa’s leg bent and gripped around his neck before he could hit the ground.
Quatre clawed at the leg vehemently grunting with the effort. His only reward was the feel of the muscular leg tightening around his throat. Eventually, he gagged feeling his air supply slowly being cut off.
“Because I can function in 40g, I am four times as fast in this gravity, Quatre. I don’t want to hurt you but I will to do my job.”
“Bast-ah-ard. You betrayed us.” Quatre struggled to say. His vision was slowly blotching around the edges.
“I did what I had to do to survive.”
“Why? That’s a bullshit excuse!”
“No matter. Will you come with me now?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Swiftly, Trowa released Quatre straightening for a millisecond before stepping towards the youth and burying his fist in the blonde’s abdomen. Quatre had no time to react until the blow had been delivered. He doubled over gagging and eyes wide before his entire body went limp. He slipped into the peaceful oblivion of unconsciousness before his mind even registered the pain.
Trowa caught the boy before he hit the ground. “I did what I did because I couldn’t be like them.” He confessed to the unconscious boy. “I didn’t want to rot away in a cell like they are doing now. I couldn’t.” Finally he fell silent hoisting the limp youth over his shoulder. He carried him wordlessly out of the room and to his designated hut.
*
Thankfully, Heero was asleep already when Trowa reached Quatre’s hut. He didn’t know if he had the heart to fight two people that had trusted him to greatly in one day. He lowered the Arabian soundlessly to the empty bed and started to leave.
“Feeling guilty aren’t ya.”
“You’re supposed to be sleep, Nita.” Trowa turned to stare at the caramel complected youth sitting on top of the table behind him.
“And I was not supposed to end up like my mother either. Seems like I can’t do anything right, huh?” She stated giving the other teen a blank face that rivaled his own. Eventually she sighed and hopped off the table. “Never mind, I’m just….out of it today.” She shrugged and sauntered towards the door.
Trowa watched her go feeling as if he should’ve said something in response to what she said. Instead he remained silent. There was nothing he could say. Nothing at all.
TBC......
A/N: Hmmm....I think we need a touch more violence....maybe some attempted NCS and a bit of psychotic-ness.
Genre: violence, abuse, mention of abuse, language, death (none of the guys….I don’t think), attempted/mentioned NCS, gore, graphic, supernatural, on-going-ness, crossdressing, lemons, and limes (for other parts), yaoi, yuri, politics, self insertions, angst, etc
Summary: Two groups of thieves find themselves drawn together through betrayal and lies.
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Give me a break. The friggin title isn’t even mine. Its ShadowKano (THANK YOU CHICA!!!). So how in the hell would you think that GW’s well created characters are mine? Yeah, you feel smart don’t ya? Just read the damn fic. :-P
Pairing: 1x1, 2x2, 3x3, 4x4, 5x5, 6x6…you get the idea…1x2/2x1, 3x4, 5x6(x13), Talim x Shai x (maybe a third bishie), SxN, HxR, 1xR (one sided)…..the guys are gonna sleep around until they get to their respective partners.
Scarletty: Yes, you reviewed and you get another chapter. A limey one at that. Sure I don't mind adding you in. The more characters, the more variety. I threw myself in but that's not as fun being that I already know how'd I react. Writing about other people that actually exists is where it gets interesting. Anywho, wish I could make my response as long as your review but I'm beyond sleepy right now. Thank you for reviewing and if you review again, I'll post another chapter. You know how that goes. Love ya lots!!
Chapter 21:
Hours passed before Heero finally went back to his hut. //Here, all you have is fighting…// The words of the two men still outside echoed in his head. Both were on their back panting tiredly staring wistfully at the sky when he left. Their broad chest stained with blood and sweat rose quickly. No doubt they would be back at it as soon as they gave their body a proper rest.
Heero walked through the hut absently. A shower would be nice. He disappeared into the small bathroom and stripped of his clothes. He looked down at his body, the scar running down his left leg to his knee almost like his leg had been split in two, another scar circling his ankle and another running from his chest down to circle his navel. All these scars and no memory of how he got them. Hopefully he’d gotten them by fighting for his life. He could never imagine himself giving into death so easily. His mind flashed back to the two fighting again. He chuckled lightly when he felt his body begin to stir.
Good fighting was like good sex. And damn if that match was the best he’d ever seen.
Taking his time, he turned the hot water one with a small amount cool water. He stepped in gingerly letting the almost scorching water soothe his aching muscles. In 5g the droplets of water felt like small messaging hands against his flesh.
His hands ghosted lightly over each of his scars mapping them mentally until he reached his half hard member. He ran the fight through his head again. The battle worn warriors sparred in his head ruthlessly. Their grunts and panting sounding vividly inside his head. He gripped his member firmly and ran his hand from the base to the tip teasing the slit. He let his head loll back.
Darkness replaced the darker fighter. Only his wild eyes and brightly colored hair remained. His features didn’t matter. Only the power of his blows.
The lighter fighter shined bright and almost blinding. The dark slits of his eyes remained in the blazing aura.
They continued to fight becoming one for only a split second before separating again. They fought and clashed taking up all that Heero could see until one eye saw in darkness and the other in pure light. His hand quickened as he watched the black try to take over the white and the white return the favor.
His hips moved to meet his hand’s downward stroke. Unconsciously, he bit his lower lip to keep the moan building in his chest from sounding. The end was coming soon. He moved his free hand to run over his taut abdomen then chest. He paused to pinch one of his nipples whimpering as pleasure mixed with pain. His other hand quickened.
The black and white began to swirl around each other forming a yin and yang sign momentarily before becoming one. The black glowed vibrantly and the white intensified all the same. Suddenly the unrecognizable symbolic warriors flickered violet.
Heero jumped eyes snapping open suddenly but it was too late. He teetered over the edge biting back a scream and the name that rode in on it. Slowly he sunk down landing harder than he thought he would. He gasped staring in confusion before him. What was that? That never happened before.
It was too much for his tired mind to comprehend for the moment. He forced his body out of the shower stall. He paused to dry himself off and dragged himself towards his bed still naked. He looked down at the bed. Wasn’t he supposed to get the dust out of it? With a tired groan, he began the task. The only comfort for all the hard work was that he’d sleep soundly and without nightmares.
****
Quatre sighed as he looked around the room he was in. The walls were painted a nice warm cream color, there were no walls, the bed was queen size and there was a table. It was step above the huts, he knew, but boring as hell. Not to mention he couldn’t leave when he wanted. At least the gravity was lightened to a mere 2g. This he could handle. For once he was happy that his father was the head of the Winner Corp.
Silently, he moved about the room inspecting everything just out of boredom. How long had he been in this room? Too long. He’d fallen asleep in this room after Havoc dropped him off. When he woke up, he helped himself to a long hot shower and the clean clothes set out for him. Now he was dressed in a comfortable pair of cotton boxers and an oversized white t-shirt. The sweats set out for him would be put on later when he had to leave.
For now he’d just enjoy the hospitality set out before him in pure angst.
His angelic features scrunched up as his mind replayed everything that had happened the day of their capture. Trowa of all people. Why him?
Quatre rubbed at the center of his chest feeling the dark ache there. He’d been betrayed before plenty of times but this one really hurt. Why?
The sound of the door hissing open drew him out of his thoughts. He looked towards it sharply. And (yeah, you guessed it), the object of his thoughts walked in. His eyes narrowed to thin slits.
Trowa only stared at him waiting to see what he’d do. His eyes were drawn to how the Arabian’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
“What are you doing here?” Quatre hissed almost viciously.
“I’ve come to take you to your hut. You’ll be rooming with, 0001.”
“Don’t you mean held? Rooming sounds like something you do at a dorm.” Quatre remarked smartly. Trowa didn’t react. “Tell them to send someone else. I don’t want to see you. EVER.”
Trowa still didn’t react. He stood silently taking the youth’s cruel words without defending himself. The words cut deeper than any knife he’d taken to his own body but he deserved it ten fold. What he had done was inexcusable. “Come with me.” He said again.
“NO! Call someone else!”
“That is not an option.”
“Fuck you!”
Trowa side and stepped forward slowly into the room. His stomach did a momentary flip as his body adjusted to the light gravity. “If you don’t come with me, I’ll have to use force.”
“That’s all you had to say!” Quatre moved forward slightly weighed down by the gravity but just as fast. He stopped inches away from the other teen and spun kicking his leg out with the momentum. He aimed high at first seen Trowa move to block. At the last moment he dropped his leg and bent it at the knee continuing the attack. His knee connected with the green-eyed teen’s ribs. Not satisfied unless he was hearing bone crack, Quatre continued his attacked.
He kicked out again aiming for Trowa’s head again.
Trowa moved his time faster than he had before. His leg came up and around aiming for the blonde’s head in return. Quatre ducked it narrowly only to have the powerful leg come down on the back of his neck. He grunted at the weight of the blow feeling his legs give out. Trowa’s leg bent and gripped around his neck before he could hit the ground.
Quatre clawed at the leg vehemently grunting with the effort. His only reward was the feel of the muscular leg tightening around his throat. Eventually, he gagged feeling his air supply slowly being cut off.
“Because I can function in 40g, I am four times as fast in this gravity, Quatre. I don’t want to hurt you but I will to do my job.”
“Bast-ah-ard. You betrayed us.” Quatre struggled to say. His vision was slowly blotching around the edges.
“I did what I had to do to survive.”
“Why? That’s a bullshit excuse!”
“No matter. Will you come with me now?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Swiftly, Trowa released Quatre straightening for a millisecond before stepping towards the youth and burying his fist in the blonde’s abdomen. Quatre had no time to react until the blow had been delivered. He doubled over gagging and eyes wide before his entire body went limp. He slipped into the peaceful oblivion of unconsciousness before his mind even registered the pain.
Trowa caught the boy before he hit the ground. “I did what I did because I couldn’t be like them.” He confessed to the unconscious boy. “I didn’t want to rot away in a cell like they are doing now. I couldn’t.” Finally he fell silent hoisting the limp youth over his shoulder. He carried him wordlessly out of the room and to his designated hut.
*
Thankfully, Heero was asleep already when Trowa reached Quatre’s hut. He didn’t know if he had the heart to fight two people that had trusted him to greatly in one day. He lowered the Arabian soundlessly to the empty bed and started to leave.
“Feeling guilty aren’t ya.”
“You’re supposed to be sleep, Nita.” Trowa turned to stare at the caramel complected youth sitting on top of the table behind him.
“And I was not supposed to end up like my mother either. Seems like I can’t do anything right, huh?” She stated giving the other teen a blank face that rivaled his own. Eventually she sighed and hopped off the table. “Never mind, I’m just….out of it today.” She shrugged and sauntered towards the door.
Trowa watched her go feeling as if he should’ve said something in response to what she said. Instead he remained silent. There was nothing he could say. Nothing at all.
TBC......
A/N: Hmmm....I think we need a touch more violence....maybe some attempted NCS and a bit of psychotic-ness.