Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Guild ❯ Chapter 2

Duo paced back into the hangar a few minutes before the students were due back. He leaned against Deathscythe, trying to gain the mental distance he knew he was going to need. But he couldn't seem to calm himself. He didn't want this, but there was no way around it. This wasn't a role he wanted to have to play, but there was no choice. He sighed and closed his eyes.

A hand slipped into his own, pulling him away from Deathscythe and into a comforting pair of arms. "Are you gonna be okay?" Heero mumbled into Duo's hair, holding him close. "I know I'm not."

He wrapped his arms tightly around Heero and shook his head slightly. "No, I'm not either. Why? Why is this happening to us? I thought once we finally graduated there wouldn't be anything to cause problems."

"The best we can do is make it a non-issue issue. Don't let yourself get attached. I won't either. I love you, Duo, and I always will. Just remember that." Heero sighed, rubbing a hand up and down Duo's back.

"I love you, too. And not just because you're smart and sexy." Duo looked up with a faint smirk, recovering some of his good humor.

Heero smirked back, kissing Duo quickly. "Don't tempt me on that second one. The students will be here any minute."

Duo sighed regretfully. "I suppose the danger argument wouldn't work this time?"

"No, it won't. This wouldn't be danger, it would just be stupid. Listen, they're coming now." Disentangling himself from Duo's embrace, Heero stood up straight, nodding at Zechs who had entered the hangar at some point without notice.

"Damn," Duo cursed softly, and he leaned back against Deathscythe's leg again. He nodded in greeting to Zechs.

The three students entered the hangar, Trowa in the lead, followed by Wufei, Quatre bringing up the rear. Trowa saluted to Zechs first, and Quatre saluted to Heero first. Wufei saved Duo for last again.

Duo resisted the urge to curse again, and pushed off Deathscythe's leg, annoyed. Why couldn't he make this easy, damn it? He didn't look at Heero or Zechs as he advanced on Wufei, addressing him in a dangerously soft tone. "Looks like we're going to have to go over lesson one again, doesn't it? Come with me." He headed out of the hangar, his long legs allowing him to set a swift stride.

Wufei grimaced, cursing Maxwell's acute perception, and followed.

Heero looked at Quatre. "Come with me as well." He left the hangar by a different door, expecting Quatre to follow immediately, which Quatre did.

Zechs turned and left the way Duo and Wufei had left, not even bothering to say that Trowa should follow him. Trowa would know.

Duo didn't pause until he'd reached his own quarters. He opened the door and stalked in, his mood deteriorating rapidly. As soon as Wufei had followed him into the dim room, he snapped, "Close the door."

Wondering what the hell they were doing in Maxwell's quarters, Wufei complied, leaning against the door as soon as it was closed.

Duo stood with his back to Wufei. His mood was hardly helped by the fact that he knew that the framed picture on the bookcase in front of him was him and Heero, both grinning widely at their graduation, even though he could see it clearly. He closed his eyes and swallowed before speaking. "There is only one simple rule of the trainer-student relationship. I command, you obey. It doesn't matter whether or not you like me, but you will not slight me. Until you've learned that lesson, accepted it, we aren't going to be able to make any progress with your training." Duo turned around to look at Wufei, his general bad mood radiating out from him, though he didn't realize it.

"Yes we are," Wufei defended himself. "My test results from the simulator were adequate. How can you say I'm not making progress?"

Duo moved suddenly, backing Wufei against the door, so that he could loom menacingly. "Your skills won't matter worth a damn if you continue the way you have been. I'll be spending more time punishing you than training you. Anything from polishing Deathscythe with q-tips to public humiliation... it doesn't really bother me, because I want this settled."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Wufei retorted, growing more of a backbone now that they didn't have an audience. "Simple words aren't going to do anything. I can become a pilot without groveling at your feet."

Duo shook his head with a humorless laugh. "You really have no idea, do you? When I say the Trainer controls all aspects of the student's life, I meant all."

"Define all," Wufei said defiantly, sending a death glare across the room. "You can't possibly control ALL aspects of my life."

"Can't I?" Again the humorless laugh as he ran one finger down the side of Wufei's face. "Well, you've got quite a shock coming. I can dictate when you eat, sleep, piss and fuck. And in the grand old tradition of the Guild, especially the latter."

Wufei snorted. "Ha. What are you gonna do, ask me who my lover is and watch while we do it? I'm sure she'd appreciate that, whoever she may be in the future."

Duo barely controlled his internal wince. This was getting worse and worse. He shook his head. "This is going to be quite an awakening for you then. Once you've graduated, your choice of lovers is your own, until then, there's only one person you're going to be having sex with."

"Let me guess, she's hiding in your closet," Wufei said sarcastically, clenching his teeth. "Where is she and why haven't I met her?"

Duo gritted his own teeth. He couldn't believe the boy was this dense. When Treize had eloquently implied it to him, he'd caught on instantly. This conversation shouldn't have taken this long. Fighting back his frustration, Duo just raised one eyebrow and continued to look at Wufei.

Wufei blinked. "You... you mean..." He fell silent, absorbing this new information. Then... he exploded. "WHAT?! You absolutely have to be KIDDING. There is no way in HELL that I am ever going to let a man touch me, let alone YOU! I'll let you train me, I'll listen to your commands, but THIS is absolutely inane and disgusting. NO, you... you immoral, disgusting PERVERT!"

"I'm afraid you don't have much choice," Duo responded softly. 'And neither do I.'

Scowling, Wufei narrowed his eyes, looking behind Duo to the uninteresting wall.

Duo fought his urge to let Wufei walk away and instead leaned forward so that his entire body was only an inch away, but he still didn't touch him. This had to be done, but he'd be damned if Wufei didn't enjoy it. Duo placed his mouth close to Wufei's ear, close enough that his lips would brush it as he spoke. "I bet you've never even considered this, just let your societal norms guide you. There is just as much pleasure available with another man as with a woman. A woman has to learn your reactions, but a man knows exactly where and how to touch you."

Wufei pursed his lips, furious with his body for reacting. "Then do what you must."

"So gracious of you." Duo chuckled softly as he noted the faint flush rise on Wufei's cheeks. He nipped at the earlobe, pausing to press a kiss to the pulse point behind the ear before tracing his lips down the line of Wufei's throat.

"Why...?" Wufei said fiercely, trying to mask the pleasure welling up inside him.

It was a good question, and one that Duo knew he couldn't answer honestly or Wufei would never learn this lesson. He couldn't tell him that it was because he was forced to, because that was how things worked, that he wouldn't do this if he had a choice. Duo merely sighed against Wufei's skin. "Some things it's wiser not to question."

Duo pushed the jacket of Wufei's student uniform off his shoulders, taking advantage of the newly bared skin to suck on the juncture of neck and shoulder. His hands ran up under the shirt, running lightly over Wufei's skin and deftly finding his nipples for a soft caress.

"Ah!" Wufei gasped, arching into the touches. "This is so... ah!... shallow... inane... won't accept it..."

Skimming the shirt up Wufei's chest, Duo chuckled as he bent his head further and touched one nipple with his tongue. "I think your body disagrees."

"Nnn! Why... why do I have to have sex at all, then?" Wufei asked between ragged breaths, fists clenching into the material of his uniform pants.

Duo ignored Wufei, knowing that he had no good answer for him. It was a question he had asked in the same position, and he hadn't received an answer either. Instead, he concentrated on driving Wufei over the edge. That way he might shut up and quit needling Duo's conscience. His hands moved to Wufei's pants and unfastened them, reaching inside and closing a hand around his cock, stroking gently.

"Ahh! Damn...! I'll... NEVER... surrender to... to YOU... ahhhh....!"

"Never?" Duo inquired softly, coming almost nose to nose with him. "If you want to be a pilot, you will surrender, totally." Timed with his words, he tightened his grip to a painful pressure around Wufei, his voice becoming deceptively soft and gentle. "This can be a pleasant experience, if only you'll submit. Otherwise..." There was no need to elaborate.

Wufei's cry of pain was incoherent, a protest spilling from wordless lips. He struggled, trying to buck away from the tight grasp, utterly failing. A tear slid down his cheek, wrought from the intense agony, not from submission or from a plea for pity.

"Give in, Wufei," Duo advised softly. "Focus on your future. There is only one way to the goal of becoming a pilot. You must submit." Inside, Duo quailed. He didn't want to be doing this, why couldn't Wufei just give in?

"Submit, fine... but I don't need to submit in THIS! How... how is this... going to help me become a pilot?" Wufei growled, biting his lip until it bled.

"Discipline, Wufei, discipline." Duo felt vaguely sick to his stomach, but forced himself to stay the course. He twisted his hand slightly.

A fresh litany of tears spilled down Wufei's cheeks as he choked back a scream, white spots starting to dance behind his eyelids. He slumped against the wall, submitting... anything to make the pain go away. "Stop... please..."

Immediately, Duo released him. He reached up and gently, almost tenderly, stroked the tears from Wufei's face. He fought the urge to apologize, instead cradling Wufei against him. His hands started caressing down Wufei's body again, bringing pleasure as a reward.

Wufei sobbed against Duo's shoulder, half from the aftershocks of pain and half from relief. "N-- now what?"

Duo's voice held soft resignation when he replied, "Now we finish this." His gentle touch moved again to Wufei's cock, drawing him to the edge.

The absolute contrast, pain to pleasure, was too much for his senses. Crying out Duo's name as if it were holy and cursed at the same time, he came, spilling into Duo's hand.

Cradling Wufei's shaking form, Duo inwardly cursed himself, Treize, and the Guild for being in this situation. He used his free hand to pet Wufei's shoulder, and pressed a kiss to his temple.

Letting himself be held for a moment, Wufei drew out of the loose embrace, refastening his pants and looking at Duo. "I think... I think I need to be alone." He walked to the door, turned to Duo to salute, then left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Duo sank down against the wall, shaking.

~End Part 2~