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shame and betrayal	By : shinigamiinochi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Shame and Betrayal

Warnings: OOC, NCS, violence,
gore, blood, drug addiction, semi-bastardized Gundam
pilots, prostitution, angst, Duo-torture, lemon, bastardized Dr. J and
Professor G, abuse, attempted suicide, dark.

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, OCx2, 13x5.

Rating: NC-17

Notes: >.< Writing this
made me wince, that�s all I�m gonna say.

Summary:
Duo gets caught sleeping with an Oz soldier and is believed to be a traitor.

Chapter One: Betrayal

�� Duo winced as the familiar Oz general tied a wire around
his wrists hard enough to cut, securing him to the headboard. From his
position, he could heel his blood trickle down his arms. He squeezed his eyes
shut as the older man ran his large, calloused hands down his naked body.

�� This was his twelfth �mission� is only three days and he
was wearing a little thin, especially because of his three-week long insomnia
and all of the caffeine pills he had to take to keep focus during battles and
everything else. But� it was so easy, wasn�t it? All he had to do was lie there
and take it. And yet� he was finding it harder and harder not to cry at night.
Something inside him was wearing away�

�� General Tate was not one of his favorite contacts. The man
was a sadist and Duo was his personal favorite, but he had good information so
G kept sending Duo to him.

�� Tate raked his nails against Duo�s side and shoved his
tongue down his throat. Duo knew that it would be hard getting back to the safe
house tonight, and even though he would be exhausted, he would never sleep and
if he did, the nightmares would come. His life was hell, war or war. Tate
applied pressure to his rib cage, slowly adding more until Duo hear three, sick
snaps and a short, dry scream was forced out of him. But, he was in no condition
to complain. After all, he had deserved it. He was a murderer. He had sold
himself long before he had become a Gundam pilot, so
he should be used to it by now, right? Yet, every time he saw the lustful gave
of his �customers�, it made him sick. He wasn�t sure how G had found out that
he used to be a prostitute, but that was the reason for him being here now. He
had thought that once he had left L2, he wouldn�t have to do it anymore, but
Duo Maxwell was a street rat and sooner or later, he would always end up back
in the gutter.

�� He was drug from his thoughts as the general dug his cigar
into his shoulder. His world became pure agony as the larger man�s cock forced
into him as his fists rained down on his small, vulnerable body.

�� Hours later, it was finally over and Duo felt more than saw
Tate drop a disk and a few bills on him as he pulled up his pants.

�� Can�t have my pet walking all the way back home in the
rain, now, can I?� He said, stroking Duo�s hair fondly, like a farther would
his child, Duo noted in disgust, �and get yourself something to eat, you�re too
scrawny.�

�� Duo patiently waited for him to leave before trying his
hardest to get free of the wire, taking off the skin from his wrists, and
getting his aching body to move up and off the bed.

�� As Duo limped towards the bus station, Duo noticed that it
was indeed pouring out. All he was wearing was a long coat that, while it was
warm, it was becoming so heavy with water that it was hard to walk. That and a
pair of cut-off, ultra-short shorts that looked like they had gotten into a
fight with a shark and lost. Hell, they were so small, tight, and torn up, he
might as well not have bothered wearing them at all. He finally did make it on
the bus, though, miraculously. He curled up into one of the front seats and
coughed until he thought the next thing that was going to come up was one of
his lungs. The bus driver looked concerned, but didn�t bother. This wasn�t
exactly a high class neighborhood and scum like him died out there all the time,
nothing to stop and worry over. People gawking over a corpse
was about as much attention as they would give. It was as though they
ignored you so they could have something interesting to see later. Duo felt
that uncomfortable, borderline death exhaustion. Yet, it was much worse because
he knew that it would only get worse and worse. He had to keep going, if only
to keep his teammates alive. He had to keep on fighting.

�� A soldier doesn�t sleep,� he told himself, �I can function
fine. There�s proof right here in my pocket. I got my info and the pills keep
me wired enough to perform well enough during battle and infiltration. If I�m
going to help Heero and the others, I have to be stronger, I have to be a better soldier.�

�� As soon as I get home,� Duo thought, �I�m going to take a
hot shower, and screw Wufei, it�s gonna
be a long one.�

�� As he opened the door, hands grabbed him by his coat and
slammed him against the wall, though his feet were still touching the ground.
He gasped as waves of pain radiated through him from his broken ribs. Cold,
blue eyes glared at him as those hands opened and tore his coat from him,
revealing tell-tale bruises on his thighs, among other things. Heero sneered at him.

�� Have some fun with your Oz buddies tonights?�
Duo paled.

�� H-how?�

�� Wufei caught you sucking one off
in an alley.�

�� Shit, but that was before Tate, hours ago�� Heero punched him in the side of his face, sending him to
the ground.

�� Che, when you said that you had
stolen your Gundam, I had no idea what that implied.
Everything you ever told us was a lie! You�re nothing but an Oz lacky! I bet you even blew up the church, yourself,
traitor!� Duo felt a flash of anger. How dare Heero
suggest that he was an Oz spy?! He
who hated Oz more than all of them! He
whose family he had lost to them! That he was the one who had killed his only
family! Duo lunged at him, but it was short lived as Heero
kicked him hard in the stomach and wrist.

�� How much did you tell them about us,
Duo?! Huh?! How
much?!� He continued to kick and Wufei
joined in the beating while Quatre and Trowa simply watched with cold eyes.

�� Heero, listen to me!� Duo cried
out as he fruitlessly tried to dodge the blows from his nearly naked body.

�� Listen to YOU?!� Heero snarled, �why
would I listen to some filthy, useless, whore of OZ?!� Duo felt his hear
constrict.

�� Heero, stop,� Quatre said. Duo sighed in relief. Hearing someone say
those things hurt, but it hurt worse coming from the man he loved. But now, Quatre would hear him out. But Duo�s hopes were dashed.

�� He probably has some info about Oz, we can still use him.�
Heero grinned cruelly at Duo, who whimpered in fear.
He grabbed the hair on top of Duo�s head and dragged him into their bedroom,
throwing him against the bed and tying his already badly cut-up wrists to one
of the legs. He took one of Duo�s knives from the bedside table drawer, grabbed
his braid and pressed the blade against his neck.

�� Tell us everything you know, or I�ll cut it off.� Cornered
and forced to act, Duo kicked Heero under the chin. Heero picked himself up quickly, wiped the blood from his
mouth and growled.

�� Bitch!� He backhanded Duo hard,
sending him sprawling to the floor again and spitting up blood as Duo tried to
gain leverage somehow. Quatre saw the blood and
pressed his face against Trowa�s shirt, not wanting
to see his best friend getting knocked around anymore. Duo whimpered as Heero resumed his hold on his braid.

�� Please! I don�t know
anything!�

�� Liar!� Heero
spat and dug the knife hard enough into his neck to draw blood.

�� Please, Heero, please, anything
but this! Don�t do this!� Heero wrapped the braid around his fist and pulled Duo�s
head back. He stared at the captive boy�s pale, fragile neck and wondered what
it would be like to run his tongue against it. After all, no one would care if
he fucked a traitor. He could-

�� Alright! The-there�s a disk in my
coat pocket!� Duo blurted out. Heero gave him one
last kick.

�� You had better be telling me the truth.�

�� Duo once again waited for his captors to leave before
escaping from his bonds. He could no longer think of them as comrades. As friends. They had hurt him and hadn�t cared enough to
listen. Had they ever cared? No, he was trash, and they had always known that.
He had never been apart of the team. He was always the outsider. And now that
they knew what he really was� Even though they didn�t have all the facts, they
had gotten the basic concept: he was nothing but a whore. And now, his only
choice was to leave. He would keep going on missions, but alone. He would never
see Heero, Quatre, Trowa, or Wufei ever again. He
wanted to cry then, but the tears never came�

�� Duo sat on a park bench, letting the fast, fat raindrops
soak him to the bone, his thoughts the only company he had. Thoughts
of suicide, thoughts of missions, thoughts of how depressing and dark his life
had become, and thoughts of how he had to go back. Because he knew, deep
down, he couldn�t survive without them anymore.

�� After three hours, his feet started to move on their own, as if he were possessed. Then, he found
himself in front of the safe house.

�� I shouldn�t be here� why did I come here?� He thought as
he stood out in the rain.

�� Because, I have nowhere else to go,� he answered himself, �I
can�t be a prostitute anymore, I can�t go back to life on the streets. This is
my home, now, even if I�m not welcome in it anymore.�

�� Duo did not fight back as Heero
shoved him into his room and locked the door behind him. He didn�t check the
windows for weaknesses, he simply laid down in his
bed.

�� I�m home,� he murmured. Clutching his pillow to his chest
tightly, he sobbed deeply, though there no tears.

��

�� I�m home.�

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