Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway ❯ Runaway Ch 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Title: Runaway
Author: Moffit (mofitstar@yahoo.com)
Archive: http://www.geocities.com/mofitstar/Runaway.html
Disclaimer: Only this story belongs to me.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 2x4, 3x4 (implied)
Warnings: Evil Duo. Murder of a Pilot(s) and Original Character(s). Extreme Quatre Torture. Heero Torture
too. ^^ Switching pov's. NCS in story, none this part.
Feedback: Printed, posted on wall, and worshiped daily. (you think I'm kidding...)


Chapter 8


Heero plunked the plastic bag of groceries on the table. Most of it was canned goods and concentrated juice to be watered down with well water. He opened a cabinet and found it full of tin plates, a few chipped mugs and a few other things. Opening another he blinked at a can of baked beans with an expiration date of June 8th, 1938. /Not *even* gonna open that!/ Heero pulled the can out and started putting the new ones in: Ravioli, Lasagne, various soups and juices. The prize of the shopping trip, fresh fruit, was plunked in the middle of the table.

Duo was up in the loft, muttering to himself. Heero could hear an occasional ring of metal on metal, but couldn't see what Duo was doing. Duo had happily found the well when putting some toilet paper in the outhouse. He came back stating that unless you wanted to become good friends with your own feces, don't sit down. The wooden bench was almost rotted through. The mental image of that happening to Duo had lightened Heero's mood, until he caught another glimspe of Quatre.

The weary blonde looked haggard. He was in need of a shower and a decent amount of food, not the tidbits Duo had been feeding him off and on. Quatre's ankles had gotten tired of supporting him. Now he dangled limply from the beam he was hung from, his head resting on his chest. Duo had at least removed the gag, saying they were too far away for anyone to hear him scream.

"Duo?"

"Yeah, Heero?"

"Don't you think we should... you know, feed him or something?"

Heero thought he heard a muttered, `or something' before Duo was swinging down over the side of the loft
to land right in front of Heero with a cheery grin.

Duo reached an arm over Heero's shoulder and pulled out a can of tomato soup. He let his arm drape around
Heero's shoulder and leaned in close to Heero's face. Looking Heero in the eyes, he snaked out his tongue and licked the other teen's lips. Heero blinked. Duo smiled softly at him and pressed his lips to Heero's, his tongue seeking entrance to Heero's mouth.

Heero's eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw to let Duo in. Duo's tongue swept around his mouth slowly, flickering over Heero's teeth and palate. Heero groaned softly, he barely heard himself over the loud beating of his own heart in his ears. His hands came up to grab Duo's waist and pull them closer together.

Duo chuckled and pulled away. He held up an ancient can opener he'd gotten from the cabinet while he was
kissing Heero. Blowing the cobwebs off it, he proceeded to open the can before looking blankly at the stove. /What am I gonna put this stuff in?/

Heero smirked and opened the first cabinet he'd looked in. Standing on his tiptoes, he pulled out a battered steel pan. Looking dubiously into it, he shrugged and walked out the door to the well. He came back a second later and grabbed the rest of the dishes, piling them into the pot before exiting again.

Duo put the open can carefully on the table and dipped a fingertip into the lukewarm soup. Balancing the liquid on his finger, Duo walked slowly over to Quatre. He lifted the boy's head and trailed his finger across the blonde's lips. Eyes closed, Quatre's tongue slipped out to gather the moisture off his lips. When his tongue came back searching for more it found Duo's finger.

Without thinking about it, he sucked Duo's finger into his mouth. Duo's eyelids drooped halfway in lust as the innocent blonde sucked and licked away the rest of the soup. Duo carefully pulled his finger out of Quatre's mouth. This time when the boy's tongue came questing for more, it found Duo's own mouth. Duo nibbled lightly on Quatre's pouting lower lip, licking until his own tongue gained entrance. He kissed the boy gently, and when he pulled away a few seconds later he heard Quatre sigh, "Trowa..."

"Trowa's dead," Duo said flatly.

Quatre's eyes opened in horror at the words, and he gaped at Duo when he realized it hadn't been his boyfriend he'd been kissing. Searching Duo's flat eyes, he saw a hint of triumph. A tear trailed down his cheek before Duo leaned in and licked it away, his eyes never leaving Quatre's.



Duo was using old wood piled by the stove to start a fire for the soup when Heero returned. Glancing at Quatre, who seemed more depressed than before if that were possible, Heero returned most of the dishes to the cabinet. The pot he placed on the stove, and when he placed some bowels on the table he picked up the can of soup to pour into the pan.

Duo smiled triumphantly at Quatre as he walked past him on his way back up to the loft. Quatre turned his head away, face burning in shame. Heero was stirring the soup, his back to the both of them. Duo climbed the ladder and flopped down next to his duffle bag. Sorting through it, he pulled out what he thought he'd need later that night. He grinned as he dug out his bottle of lube and placed it under the pillow. Heero getting top the first time was fine, as long as he realized Duo was going to give as good as he got and more.

He pulled out an exacto knife handle, frowning until he found the box with the blades to it. He screwed one in and set the knife aside. Pulling out a few other items, he leaned over and lined them up close to the edge where Quatre was tied.

When he climbed back down the ladder, he saw that Heero was trying to spoon feed Quatre the soup. Quatre
was hungry, but the soup kept reminding him of Duo's words. /Trowa's dead.../ Another tear fell. Heero was
perplexed. He could hear the blonde's stomach growling even as he turned away. Why wouldn't he eat? He didn't
notice as Duo crept down the ladder towards Quatre.

As Heero tried again, Duo came up from behind Quatre and pinched his ass, hard. Quatre's mouth opened in
surprise; Heero shoved the spoon in before the blonde could make a sound. Swallowing the thick fluid, Quatre
gave in just to avoid having Duo touch him again. Heero knew Duo had done something, but he wasn't sure what. He was just glad Quatre was eating now, albeit reluctantly.

Duo ladled himself some of the soup and sat down at the table to watch the other two curiously. Heero didn't act like he'd expected him to towards the victim he'd picked up so easily. /Maybe he's playing with him... making him seem like he's the safe one./ That would just hurt Quatre even more when he found out differently. Duo grinned and went back to his soup.

***

Wufei shot up from his seat and paced the room, muttering to himself. Zechs looked up at him and frowned before going back to his headache of paperwork. They'd been set on the case of finding the missing Winner boy, as well as the Yuy boy. /I wish we could just find them both and get it over with.../ Zechs thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then he too shot up from his seat and looked at Wufei, who had whirled to face him with an excited look on his face.

"What if they're together?" They looked at each other and grinned. They were both on the same track.

"How much would you bet Yuy found the Winner boy after he ran and took him as a hostage?" Wufei said
excitedly.

Zechs sat down and started pulling out the Winner case files, and set them next to Yuy's while Wufei continued pacing, this time speaking out loud as he went over the clues to both cases.

"Wait! What's the number to the guy that was tracking the kid's beeper?" Wufei asked.

Zechs' eyes widened a fraction. "He doesn't know what he's walking into..." He quickly dug for the contact
number he'd gotten from Mr. Winner.