Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Destruction of Duo Maxwell ❯ The Destruction of Duo Maxwell ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The Destruction of Duo Maxwell

Author: Nishi Imaidegawa

Rating: NC17

Pairings: 6x2

Warnings: Minor, Rape, NCS, Yaoi, extreme bastardization, The events portrayed below are highly illegal, except maybe in Florida. Oh an btw, I also do not own any of the G boys, maybe thats a good thing!?!

 

Snow drifted across the street. It's chilling force, pushing all warmth from the lithe body of an L2 street rat huddled beside a parked car. It had been snowing for days.

 

"This house looks empty, I haven't seen anyone move in it for hours, and nobody would be out in this weather. It's too damn cold. It couldn't hurt just to go in, I won't touch anything, just sit in the entry way till I get a little warmer, and then I'll go, the old bastard will never even know I was there, yeah just for a little bit, and I won't touch anything." Duo reasoned with his conscience.

 

Stealthily he crept up the drive to the empty house and, with a quietness born of years of living on the street, he silently picked the lock on the back door and let himself in. Instantly warmth began to invade his partially frozen body, and with a sigh of relief he began to realize he could still feel all his fingers and toes. One had to be careful, it was becoming way to frequent in these winter months to hear about poor streetrats who had their fingers and toes amputated due to frost bite. Duo had no idea what he would do if he lost his fingers, without them he would starve to death, and having a full set of toes defiantly did help in the fleeing of the scene.

 

With a warm content smile, he didn't think possible Duo settled down in the back entry way, to a long and much deprived sleep.

 

Duo awoke with a jolt at the first flicker of light, and jingle of keys. Suddenly his senses, honed from years hiding out on the street, alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. He could hear the inhabitant of the house slowly making his way thru the house from the front door. Leaping to his feet, every fiber in Duo's being screamed at him to move, but his body sluggish from sleep and cold, protested just seconds longer than normal. And those seconds would end up costing him dearly. With his hand on the doorknob, Duo heard the sound of a safety being switched off and gun cocking. The words that followed were not surprising.

 

“Stop right there!”

 

With fate now out of his hands, Duo had no option but to turn around and face the ominous voice.

 

“What do you think you were doing breaking in to MY house?” the still shadowed man asked

 

“Please don't call the cops, I didn't steal or touch anything, I was just trying to get warm.” Duo pleaded hoping the truth of his statement would save him. He was wrong.

 

“And why should I believe you? You broke into my house, and when I came in you tried to run away. I'm calling the cops.” With that the man now revealed from the shadows picked up the phone on the nearby table.

 

In that instant, Duo learned more about his survival instinct then he ever thought imaginable. “Please don't call the cops. I swear I am not lying, I wasn't going to steal from you, I swear. I don't lie, so you have to believe me please!

 

When even that desperate plea gained him little more than an unveiled look of contempt Duo was enveloped by the feeling of watching his life slip away, if he went to jail, all the other boys would starve, and he would never get to start the orphanage he wanted. And with a driving, and newly discoved instinct to survive Duo plunged head first into the murky waters he was currently drowning in. “Please! I'll… I'll do ANYTHING. Just please don't call the cops.”

 

With a predatory gaze born from years of unfufillled perversion the stranger slowly allowed his eyes to survey the scrumptious lithe wet dream come true that was standing before him.

 

“Anything?”

 

Gulping down his fear, and the dark tide of memories that threatened to swallow him alive, Duo shook his head in affirmation. “Yes, anything…”

 

"Well maybe there's SOMETHING you could do...Take off your clothes.” The stranger said as he made himself comfortable on the near by sofa.

 

Settling into his fate Duo gradually began undressing.

 

“Now come sit here on the coffee table”

 

As Duo hesitated to comply he realized that the man he was about to be abused by was no ordinary citzen. You could tell just by the way he spoke. That overwhelming strength, and the utterly commanding tone, left no doubt, Duo was sure he was with the Alliance, or Oz or whatever they were calling themselves these days. It really didn't matter to him, when you where a street rat being starved, and frozen while the wealthy applauded the idea of a “true” Christmas aka the freezing, killing snow. Well it really didn't matter who was leading you, the simple fact that they all would prefer you dead seemed to keep all fondness for leadership at bay.

 

A sharp slap, woke Duo from the sidetracking he was reminiscing in.

 

“You little whore, get your ass over here now, if I have to tell you again I am going to beat you so hard, your going to wish you had hips left to sit on.”

 

Duo hurriedly scrambled to get on top of the coffee table, his violet eyes shining with fear. However even his current state of rapidness, didn't seem to appease the blond giant who still towered over him. With a grip hard enough to bruise the delicate ivory skin it was manhandling, the stranger forced Duo onto the table and pried his legs wide apart.

 

“Please, don't…”

 

“How dare YOU presume to tell me not to take something that you have so freely offered not moments before. I am Zechs Merquise and I WILL take ANYTHING I damn well please.”

 

“Please Zechs, just…just” With an embarrassed pause Duo struggled to regain his composure. Please, stretch me first. I won't ask you to be gentle just please…”Duo with tearfull eyes, begged. The thought of recovering from very painful, internal lacerations, giving him the courage to beg.

 

“Fine I will give you one minute to stretch yourself, but when its up, you have to lie there like a good boy and willing take whatever I give you until I tire of you.” Zechs stated a hard look in his ice blue eyes.

 

“Deal” Duo quickly scrambled to find something to make the acts that were sure to come more tolerable, since it was apparent Zechs was not about to make any move to do so. With a quick surveillance of the room Duo reached onto the table that held the phone and dipped his fingers into the liquid perfume that simmered there. Just as he began to retrieve his fingers from the bowl, Zechs grasped his hand and in a crushing blow shattered Duo's fingers against the tiled floor.

 

“Who said you could use that, you dirty little thief. And here you said you weren't going to steal anything. I guess this proves how much you'll keep your word.” Zechs snarled, flipping his blonde hair with disgust.

 

Holding his destroyed hand as it throbbed with pain, Duo began to realize the seriousness of his situation. With a sudden flight of panic, Duo jumped off the floor and attempted to reach the door. His run for freedom though was cut short as Zechs easily caught him by his leg and forcibly dragged him back to the sofa.

 

“Now, you are going to pay, you little filthy liar!” Zechs snarled as he ripped Duo thighs apart.

 

“Please, you said one minute, you said I could have one minute!” Duo cried as he was forced into a postion of absolute servitude, his legs jutting on either side of the blonde's body, with his limp sex and tight untested entrance displayed for all to see.

 

Zechs stalled barely a second, and seizing the opportunity Duo clumsily slid of the sofa and grabbed for the blonde's sex, in a move born of desperation. With his good hand Duo eased back the foreskin and began to tentatively lick the jutting rod. Looking up he saw Zechs had stilled, and his eyes were clouded with pleasure. Hoping for mercy, Duo continued, praying this would be enough for the cruel giant.

 

Smirking evily Zechs looked down and suggested “You better prepare yourself now if you ever plan on having a nonpainful bowel movement for the rest of your natural life. Because I promise you, by the time I am through, your going be so filled and strechted with my cock, your going to never be able to think of anything else.”

 

Removing his uninjured hand from Zechs' large and unyeilding erection, Duo reached between his own legs, only to have his hand snatched back away from him.

 

“Oh no, that one was doing fine just where it was. You're going to have to use your other hand if you want to do that. And I do suggest you hurry, because this pathetic excuse for a blowjob won't keep me occupied from the main event for long.” Zechs teased, as he continued to ride the waves of the pleasure the boy was giving him.

 

Cringing, Duo reached back to his nearly virginal passage with his mauled hand and attempted to dryly insert his destroyed fingers into himself. He barely succeeded, the bones that had broken through the skin on several of his fingers prevented him from probing too deeply, and with nothing but the profusely seeping blood from his digits to slick the way, Duo began to realize nothing would save him from the savage rape he was about to endure.

 

Seemingly amused with his captives plight Zechs allowed Duo to continue for several minutes, before finally calling an end to the “foreplay”. Slamming Duo down across the glass coffee table Zechs roughly maneuvered his now weeping sex to line up with Duo's unprepared entrance. As he watched the perfect little rosebud, quiver with fear, while being slightly stained with blood a rush went thru Zechs, and with such force that the table holding Duo began to crack, Zechs shoved into the unrelenting boy.

 

"So tight! Ugh! God, I guess you aren't the little slut I thought you were. How lucky for me." As Zechs continued his insulting banter blood and tissue began seeping out with every harsh thrust, and still he refused to give. Grabbing the boy by his ridiculously long braid, Zechs began smashing Duo's head into the glass table with every thrust.

 

Finally after what seemed like hours, Zechs withdrew still erect sex from Duo's now ravaged hole, and turned Duo over. Thinking his torment over, Duo began to rise only to be cruelly beaten down yet again by Zechs as he resumed defiling the boy from his new position.

 

With the new re-entry and the different stance of the position Duo's world of pain expanded, every touch even the somewhat gentler ones brought out a searing fiery pain, later it would be learned that he was suffering from a crushed pelvis. But all that Duo knew was that the balance had shifted and this once seemingly better alternative was no longer such. And for the first time in his short life he began to cry out for mercy, for help, for god, for anyone... yet nobody answered.

 

And Zechs, seemingly tireless, took this new opportunity to fill Duo's now open mouth with the very thing that was causing such tourture. As Duo was forced to swallow the very object that had defiled him, and gag down his own blood and stool, he realized that there truly was no repreieve for him.

 

With a shuddering breath Zechs finally came all over the now broken and bloody body of the once innocent Duo Maxwell. Collecting himself Zech's calmly reached over to the side table.

 

“Here just so you can make sure I won't call the cops on you, why don't you hold onto this as well.” With that, Zechs cruelly shoved the phone, he had been terrorizing Duo with all night, the phone that could have at one point held Duo salvation, into Duo's already abused and ripped entrance. With one last act of cruelty, Zechs grabbed the now bleeding, and broken boy and shoved him down the steps into his back yard, and out into the freezing cold.

 

The next morning as the artificial sunrise illuminated the metal dome, a small body was exposed on the streets of L2. It's once majestic features, where twisted into a visage of pure terror and pain. And its once glowing skin was broken, cracked, black and blue, and completely no longer resembling the beauty it had held less than twelve hours before.

 

Lying there, broken, and utterly alone Duo had cried out for help in the freezing night to all the gods of this world and the next. But much like the politicians he had learned to distrust none answered his plea. None, but Shimangi, the god of death, the ultimate and final passer of judgment on all who live, that was the only salvation Duo Maxwell meet that night. A death not short and sweet, but long and torturous. And when the cops arrived in the morning to the report of a mangled body, they could no longer be the saviours Duo Maxwell had needed the night before, their sirens would never be heard, and their justice was never felt.

 

Finnis

 

 

A/N For all of you who didn't get the joke in the warning. Apparently it is legal to shoot/kill someone for trespassing on your property in Florida. Kinda makes you wanna take a nice long walk in the SunShine State.

 

Also, this fic is in bad need of a proof read so please forgive the mistakes. And despite what it may seem Zechs is actually my FAVORITE character, and I really do like Duo as well.

 

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