Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway ❯ Runaway Ch 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Runaway
Author: Moffit (mofitstar @yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Only this story belongs to me.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 2x4, 3x4 (implied)
Warnings: Evil Duo. Eventual murder of a Pilot(s). Murder (mentioned and otherwise) of Original Characters. Extreme Quatre Torture throughout fic. Switching pov's. NCS this part.

Chapter 3


Heero jumped as the trunk lid was slammed. Turning slightly in his seat, he saw Duo bouncing back to the front of the car. Swinging the door open, Duo slipped into the driver's seat with ease and looked over at Heero, smiling at he slammed the door.

"Sorry 'bout that, my hostage needed to be put down before he got away."

"What! I can't hear you!" Heero shouted over the racket of loud drumming and singing.

Duo reached over and snapped the radio off. "I said, sorry 'bout that, my luggage needed to be strapped down again before it got away."

"Oh. Hey, Duo?"

"Yeah, Heero?"

"Can we leave the music off?"

"You don't like Slipknot?"

"Uh.. Never heard of them before, but no, I don't think I like them much."

Duo shook his head sadly. How could you not like the thrumming beat? He pulled his seatbelt on and checked his mirrors before pulling back onto the street. Beside him, Heero leaned back and watched as the scenery zoomed past them. His eyelids felt like they were weighted, and every now and then his head would start to nod forward, just to snap back up again as Heero tried to stay awake.

Duo glanced over at Heero every now and then. His eyes kept wanting to trail over Heero's exotic-looking features. Messy hair, pouty lips, and beautiful blue eyes just barely visible as Heero's eyes started to drift shut.

After watching Heero snap back to attention for the fifth time, Duo sighed. "Heero, is there some reason why you can't sleep while I'm driving? I know you're tired; you look exhausted."

Heero raised his right hand and rubbed at his eyes, "I have nightmares when I fall asleep in a moving vehicle."

At Duo's raised eyebrow, Heero elaborated, "When I was little I was in a car accident. I was almost asleep when someone pulled in front of us and we crashed into them head-on. I was ok because I was still in my carseat. But my dad hadn't been wearing a seatbelt. He went through the windshield and his neck snapped as he flew into the other car. Now when I'm in a car, if I fall asleep I relive that moment, only this time it's me going through the windshield."

Duo whistled lowly. He was glad he wasn't afraid of sleeping in cars. Looking over at Heero again, he knew the boy would either try to stay awake in a losing battle with sleep, or wake up from visions of his own death, in yet another car.

Sighing again, looked for and pulled over at the next rest stop. It wasn't much, just a bathroom that looked like it hadn't seen a roll of toilet paper in years, and a few rotted wooden picnic tables.

When Duo looked over at Heero again, he found the boy smiling at him with eyes filled with gratitude. That made it worth stopping at a dump like this.

"You are ok if the car isn't moving right Heero?"

No answer.

Glancing back at him, Duo saw that Heero was already out cold.

Duo's innocent-looking grin was soon replaced with something distinctly sinister. Duo unbuckled his seatbelt and eased himself closer to Heero. Leaning over the boy, Duo carefully unbuckled Heero's seatbelt, watching for a reaction.

When there was none, Duo took the opportunity to lean close to Heero's neck and inhale deeply. A warm, musky scent reached his nostrils and he groaned inwardly. Heero smelled wonderful. Licking his lips, Duo moved towards Heero's face. Pouty lips entranced him. Duo slowly brushed his lips against Heero's, careful not to wake him up.

His tongue peeked out and licked lightly at Heero's bottom lip. Heero's mouth opened a bit in his sleep, and Duo cautiously licked again, happy when Heero's own tongue slipped out to lick at his own lips. Watching the other boy's face for a reaction, Duo slowly slipped his tongue through Heero's slightly parted lips.

Suddenly, Heero shifted in the seat to roll facing the window. Duo had already moved back into his own seat. He had barely gotten a taste, and he knew it would never be enough. Squirming a bit in his seat, he scowled down at his crotch. Damn thing never slept, it seemed.

A feral grin made it's way across his face.

Duo slowly opened his door, stepping out into the cool morning air and quietly shutting the door again. He walked towards the rear of the car, tossing the keys jauntily in the air and catching them again with barely a sound.

He popped open the trunk and his lust-filled eyes raked over Quatre's unconscious form. Reaching into the trunk, Duo laboriously pulled Quatre out and set him on the gravel-covered ground. He turned and carefully clicked the trunk shut again, still wary of waking Heero.

Turning back to Quatre, he knelt and untied the rope that bound the boy's ankles tightly to his knees. Duo chuckled to himself as he remembered Quatre's earlier attempt at escape. Just how had he expected to get anywhere trussed up like that?

When he had Quatre's legs free, Duo turned the boy over and slapped his face sharply. Quatre groaned around the gag, and started to open his eyes. He quickly squeezed them shut again. He had been in the trunk so long, his eyes were unaccustomed to how bright it was outside.

"Hey there, Sunshine! Ready to wake up and have some playtime? Can't leave ya locked in my trunk forever ya know!"

Quatre's eyes snapped open abruptly. He was outside?!

Duo smirked and stood up, bending over to yank Quatre to his feet. Quatre's legs didn't want to hold him. They were numb from being in the same position for so long, and the blood was quickly rushing back into them, giving Quatre that odd tingling feeling, all the way up to his ass.

Duo just ignored Quatre's stumbling steps and pulled him over to the nearby bathrooms. Quatre suddenly had the overwhelming urge to relieve himself. He'd been locked in the trunk for a few days now, and Duo rarely let him out. He had no idea how far away he was from home, or his boyfriend.

Duo marched Quatre into the men's room. Taking in Quatre's pleading gaze, he nodded and walked them over to a urinal. Quatre gave him a pointed look.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But keep this in mind: you try anything and I'll not only kill you, I'll go back to your neighborhood and go after your little boyfriend next."

Quatre's eyes widened in shock. Duo must have been watching him for some time to know he had a boyfriend. He'd known to wait until a Friday, when everyone was running around with their weekend plans and were too busy to keep much of an eye on what went on at the house.

Quatre had climbed into the small limo for a ride to Trowa's house, and the next thing he knew, this guy, who introduced himself as Duo, was grinning maniacally at him before locking him in the trunk.

While Quatre was lost in thought, Duo had untied Quatre's hands and re-tied them tightly in the front again. He wasn't stupid enough to allow Quatre to move freely.

Quatre awkwardly fumbled with his pants to get them open in order to relieve the pressure in his bladder. He was glad when Duo took a step away from him, giving him a modicum of privacy.

When he was done, Quatre sighed with relief. He was trying to button his pants again when Duo's arms came around him from behind.

"Here, let me help ya with that."

But Duo wasn't fastening Quatre's pants. Quite the opposite, he was tugging them down until they drooped to Quatre's ankles. Feeling a warm hand start caressing him through his underwear, he inhaled sharply and closed his eyes in denial.

Then he was swung around swiftly, and he almost tripped over his own pants as Duo propelled him towards one of the stalls. Kicking open the door, Duo grabbed Quatre's wrists and yanked them up over his head. Using the rope that was knotted around the boy's wrists, he hung Quatre from a coat hook that was on the inside of the stall door.

Quatre tried to get away, but with his hands anchored on the hook, his feet barely touched the ground. He didn't have any leverage. He almost didn't hear the soft snick as Duo pulled out his switchblade. He stiffened when he felt the cold metal creeping up his leg, and closed his eyes as he felt the blade start cutting cleanly through his underwear.

Soon nothing was left of them but tatters on the bathroom floor, and he was relieved when he heard Duo return the knife to wherever he had pulled it from. Quatre tried to turn and see what Duo was doing, and Duo grabbed his jaw forcefully.

"Now, do you *really* wanna look Quatre? No? Alright then. I said we were gonna have some playtime, ne? See, my friend in the car is out cold, and it's just no fun playing by yourself. Then I thought, aha! I've got the perfect toy to play with right here…" Duo's meaning wasn't lost as he grabbed Quatre's limp member and gave it a few rough strokes.

Quatre bit down on the cloth gagging him, trying to ignore his body's reaction to Duo's manipulation. His member was already becoming erect, despite how much he tried to will it away. Then he felt something hard nudging into his backside. His eyes flashed open again as he realized fully what Duo meant to do.

Duo kicked Quatre's feet further apart until he was on his tiptoes, and ground his jeans-clad erection against Quatre's ass. Using one hand, he reached down and undid his own pants, pulling his member free and spat on his hand, giving it a few quick strokes. After all, there was no reason he should get the equivalent of carpet burn if he didn't have to.

Satisfied, Duo positioned himself at Quatre's entrance. "Remember, you try anything, like screaming, and I'll slit your boyfriend's throat in his sleep." Quatre clenched his eyes shut tightly, thinking of Trowa. They hadn't gotten this far in their relationship. Quatre had been saving himself for Trowa's birthday, which was next month. Tears starting streaming down his face as he realized he was about to lose his virginity to someone other than the boy he loved.

Duo had paused, watching the tear trace its way down Quatre's cheek. Leaning forward, he inhaled Quatre's scent and licked away the tear. Quatre smelled of fear. Then with a mighty thrust, Duo forced his way into Quatre's tight passage.

A scream started to work its way out of Quatre's mouth, only to be stopped by Duo's suffocating grip on his throat. "Not a word!" Came the harsh whisper.

Quatre nodded shakily, biting down on the gag as he let out a shuddering breath. He tried to relax, hoping that it wouldn't hurt so much then, but it was impossible. He body just wasn't prepared when Duo pulled back and slammed into him again to go even further than he had before.

"Gods… so tight…" Duo groaned his pleasure into Quatre's ear and started thrusting powerfully into the other teen's tight entrance.

Quatre's mind started to drift away from the situation. This wasn't happening to him. He was somewhere far, far away. He whimpered when Duo's hand grabbed his member and coaxed it back to life. No… Duo wouldn't try and make him enjoy it, would he? The firm strokes to his cock contrasted sharply with the sharp burning sensation Duo was causing. He felt something start to drip down his inner leg, and when he looked down, he saw that it was blood.

The only good thing about that, he thought, was that it made it marginally easier to move within him. That was looking to be a lot of blood, though. A small corner of his mind wondered how much blood he could afford to lose. He hadn't eaten in days, and he was lucky Duo had given him water to drink.

Duo was pounding mercilessly, making the metal door they were leaning against creak on its hinges. Duo was biting his lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly; he didn't want his voice echoing. Then he thrust forward in one last harsh movement, and he bit into Quatre's shoulder as he came with a great shudder.

Duo sighed and pulled out quickly, frowning at the blood trailing down Quatre's legs. That was going to be a bitch to clean up. He at least, was wearing black jeans, and he had another set of clothes in the backseat. He let Quatre slump forward as he made his way over to the ancient-looking sink. Turning the knob, he waited until the water ran from rusty brown to clear. Grabbing a handful of paper towels, he wet them and proceeded to cleanse himself of blood.

When he was finished, Duo grabbed more and proceeded to do the same with Quatre. The blood was still leaking sluggishly from Quatre's ass, and Duo made sure he stuffed Quatre's pants with plenty of dry paper towels to soak up the blood. He didn't need a mess in his car.

Leaving Quatre still hooked to the door, Duo walked over to peer out of the bathroom at the car. Heero was still asleep, his face plastered comically against the glass of the window. Grinning at Heero's smushed nose, Duo turned back to Quatre and unhooked him. Quatre was limp in his arms as he carried the boy out of the bathroom.

Quatre stared blindly at his surroundings as Duo carried him back to the car. He saw a boy plastered against the passenger-side window, but could only manage a whimper. His jaw felt like it would fall off, he had been clenching his teeth together so tightly. Quatre's mind finally gave him some measure of relief, and he passed out as Duo lowered him once more into the trunk.