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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I think I'm a pretty reasonable person. I can handle certain things with aplomb and grace. But throw too much stress on me at one time, outside of the boardroom, that is, and some of that poise tends to escape me. I don't want to believe any of what I've read. I don't want to think about where Heero might be headed or what they want with him. I don't want to be sitting across the table from a man I genuinely respect and wish that he was lying to me.
And now I'm whining like the bratty child I used to be. Well, I'm whining in my head. I'm pretty sure, due to the way Zechs is looking at me, my face doesn't say anything close to whine. It probably says: I'm cool and collected now, please don't give me a reason to go Zero on your ass.
******
Quatre folded the file closed and stared down at it, tapping his fingers on the manila surface. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. True to Zechs' word, Heero had not been hurt, but he had done things that Quatre knew he would never have wanted to do. And Quatre was sure the report glossed over certain details.
“Zechs, how did he get Day's attention?”
He took a breath. “Got a job as an exotic dancer at the man's favorite club.”
He cleared his throat. “Did he actually have to sleep with him?”
Zechs pushed from the table and dropped his eyes to the floor. “No.”
“But?”
He stood and paced. “Day had... odd morals. His lover was dead, but he refused to go further than oral with anyone, believing he would be betraying him. So, he got his kicks from pampering and then watching. He always let his... interests choose their lovers.”
Quatre stared at Zechs for a moment as the pieces fell into place. Heero had said he was afraid that something like what happened with Trowa would happen again, but he'd been with another man. If they were in enemy territory and Heero had to choose...
“What was your role?”
“I was a dancer in the same club.”
Quatre nodded slowly. “So he chose you.
“Yes.”
“Does Noin know?”
“I told her as soon as we came back.”
Quatre gazed up at the older blond. “I'm surprised you went along with it.”
He shrugged. “I'm bi.”
Quatre licked his lips. “How did she react?”
Zechs smiled softly. “She as if Heero and I were okay and mothered me for a months.”
Quatre started. “Why?”
“Heero and I both felt guilty for what happened. He felt horrible for sleeping with someone else's husband. And I felt guilty for several reasons. Number one of course was Lu.”
“And the other?”
Zechs turned to face him. “I respect him too much to use him like a whore. But that's what we had to do. It's what he told me to do.”
Quatre leaned back in his chair, releasing a breath. “I guess, and this may sound weird, but, I'm glad it was you.”
Zechs grunted a laugh. “That's what Lu said about Heero.”
******
Ronnie looked up as the door was opened and Heero was tossed in. He stumbled, landing on his right hand and knees, careful to keep his left arm to his chest so as not to dispel the needle. His bag spilled out of his hands and the contents skittered across the floor. Ronnie left Trowa's side and knelt beside Heero.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He looked passed her and his eyes widened as he saw Trowa on one of the small beds in the room. His face was almost entirely black and blue, baring several blood encrusted lacerations. A fine sheen of sweet covered him. Strips had been torn from the sheet and were wrapped around his right bicep, blood had soaked through, but it seemed to have stopped flowing. Which made sense if it had been the injury Ronnie was talking about, it had taken his captors four days to get him to their destination. The rest of his body was covered by what was left of the sheet.
“Any other injuries?”
She nodded. “Knife through his other hand and a gun shot to the thigh.”
Heero pushed to his feet and crossed to Trowa, brushing his bangs from his fevered forehead. Emerald eyes slit open. “Heero?”
“You look like hell.”
He snorted softly. “Funny, I feel like it, too.”
Heero returned to his bag and grabbed a bottle of water and painkillers. “Can you sit up?”
Ronnie moved to help him. With both his arms injured and the fact that none of his wounds had been treated, he wasn't able to do much on his own. Trowa pursed his lips as he looked at the pills. “What are they?”
“Loratabs. I don't have anything for the fever, but this should help with the pain.”
“Won't you need it?”
“I've got enough. Take them.”
Trowa sighed and nodded. While Ronnie helped Trowa take the pills, Heero unwrapped the strip of material around Trowa's hand to examine the wound. Trowa winced.
“Sorry,” he said softly, hissing as he saw the incision went completely through the palm and out the back of his hand between the bone of his index and middle fingers. “What prompted that?”
“Got loose and punched him.”
“Why with the left?”
“Right arm was already out of commission.” His eyes dropped to Heero's hip. “What is that?”
“Chemo.”
Trowa raised his eyes and really looked at Heero for the first time. He hadn't seen him in two weeks and the change was drastic. All of his hair was gone and there was a faint shadow under his eyes. “Hell, Heero. Why did you come?”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you honestly think I'd sit back and let them kill either of you?” He rubbed his forehead wearily. “Who's doing this?”
“Marks.”
Heero started. “Marks? Are you sure?”
“Absolutely, he's the one that's been tormenting us since we got here.”
“What about Harding?”
“He's working for Marks,” Trowa answered.
Heero looked from one to the other. “He's working for Marks?” They both nodded. “I think I need to lie down.”
He slid from the bed and walked to the free one. Trowa and Ronnie watched him worriedly as he lay on his right side, back to them.
“What does he want with me?”
“He wouldn't tell us.”
He sighed. “Guess I'll find out tomorrow.”
******
Heero woke with a groan as he was jerked from the bed. He heard Ronnie protesting the treatment before the door slammed shut and he was hauled down the hall. He glanced down at the pack and realized there were drugs flowing into his system; how long it had been going, he had no way of knowing. He clenched his teeth.
He was shoved into another room, the door shut firmly behind him. Light poured brightly through the window of the sparsely filled room, causing him to squint. A small desk sat in one corner, while a bed stretched alone one wall.
He moved forward as a body stepped up behind him. Hands touched his shoulders, running up and down his arms. “What do you want?”
“Several things.”
He turned to face Marks. “Like what?”
“Day's accounts.”
He raised an eyebrow, the only sign to show that he was surprised by Marks knowledge of them. “You want the codes to get into his holdings.”
He circled Heero slowly. “It's bothered me for a long time. Why didn't you turn the information over to Une?”
“Day was misguided but he wasn't cruel. He... did what he believed was right. I didn't like him, but I somewhat respected him.”
Marks tilted his head to the side. “He left you millions.”
Heero didn't say anything.
“I bet you haven't touched it, have you?”
“My finances are none of your business.”
“It's more than just money, Yuy. He had information that I want, and now,” he trailed a finger down Heero's cheek to his neck, “you're the only one who knows it.”
Blue eyes narrowed. “Get your hands off me.”
“It was almost unbelievable,” he continued conversationally. “You seem so cold and aloof. But I don't think I'll ever get the image of you on that stage out of my mind.” Heero clenched his teeth but said nothing as the man continued to circle him. “Leather looks good on you and that sultry pout was enough to make a man cum just looking at you.”
He stood in front of Heero. “Once I heard you were dying, I had to hurry and claim you. For the files, of course, but also...” He ran a hand down Heero's chest.
He stepped back again, heat flashing in his eyes. “You'll get nothing from me. There's no way I'll ever let you touch me and the files are long since gone.”
Marks' face darkened. “You deleted them?”
He snorted. “Do I look like an idiot? Of course I did. They left Preventers at risk, not to mention every government in the Earth Sphere.”
Marks snatched the front of Heero's shirt, pulling him close. “And the money?”
“Donated to various charities.”
“And here I thought you were smart. Who in their right mind throws away money?” He snarled and shoved Heero toward the bed.
The backs of his knees hit it and Heero fell back, Marks holding him down by a strong grip on his wrists. “Then I guess I'll just have to accept what I can have.”
Heero glared up at him. “I wouldn't... if I were you,” he said through his teeth.
“Why not?”
“I'm... about to be sick.” He managed to get a hand free and shove Marks away before he rolled over and threw up on the sheets.
Marks grabbed his arm and jerked him to his feet. He was still dry heaving as he was dragged back to the other room and thrown to the floor. Cool hands pressed to his cheek.
“Heero? What happened?”
He pushed up to sit with his back to the bed. “My bag,” he whispered.
Ronnie handed it to him. He pulled out several bottles and popped some pills before grabbing the medical tape. “He wanted some information I'd acquired on a mission a few years back.” He pulled his shirt off and taped back areas of the tube that had come free. Fortunately, the needle was still in place.
“What kind of information?” Trowa asked.
“Lists of undercover agents in just about every law agency and extensive reports on all high ranking officers.”
“You'd think we'd have found out about something that big.”
Heero paused as he was checking the pack and looked up. “I didn't tell anyone about it. I received a message from Day's attorney that he'd left everything to me. Only God knows why. I discovered an encryption in several previous transactions. It took me two months to crack it. Once I saw what it was, I deleted the files.”
He pulled his shirt back on and sat for a moment, taking shallow breaths as he stared at the floor. He shook his head and grabbed his bag.
“You all right?” Ronnie asked.
“Nauseous.” He tore the inside lining of his bag and pulled out a small device, pressing a button on it. Ronnie frowned as she studied what looked like three pennies glued together and painted black.
“What is that?”
He shook his head as he shoved it back into the lining and taped it up. He'd love to tell Ronnie what it was, but he had no way of knowing if the room was bugged. And this was probably their only change to get out of there. He just prayed it worked.
******
“There are five warehouses. Our best bet is that they have them at one of them. Problem is, we don't have enough manpower to take them all at once and if we hit one the others will surely pack up and get out.”
Duo cut his eyes across the break room to Noin. “Good call, Captain Obvious. Tell us something we don't know.”
Wufei rubbed his shoulder but said nothing. They were all stressed. It had been five days since Heero had left and they were no closer to narrowing down the possible location where Heero, Trowa, and Ronnie were being held. Zechs pushed from the table.
“I think we need to all go home and get some rest. Start fresh in the morning.”
Quatre wanted to protest. His eyes were burning from staring at a computer screen for so long and he was exhausted from their long hours of going through information that hadn't helped them in the least. He leaned back in his chair. If he didn't get a good night's sleep on a real bed he'd be useless, but he dreaded going back to the estate.
“Quat?”
He looked up to Duo. “I'll sleep on the couch in the lounge.”
Duo and Wufei exchanged glances before the Chinese man crossed to him. “Come home with us. We have a spare room.”
Quatre looked to Duo who nodded encouragingly. “All right.”
He followed them to their car and fell into the back seat, completely drained. All he wanted was to find Heero and get him home and well; and to get Ronnie and Trowa back safely, as well. He waited for Heero for too long to lose him just as they got together.
“We're here.”
He looked to the front seat to find two pairs of worried eyes on him. “Sorry. Guess I spaced out.”
Wufei offered a small smile. “It's understandable.”
Quatre got out of the car, wondering if this option was any better than going home. Being in a small apartment with another couple was not going to be easy.
When they stepped inside the apartment they froze as they heard something beeping. They moved back toward the bedroom and Duo's eyes widened. He raced to his desk and rummaged through the bottom draw. He snatched out a box and flipped the lid.
“Oh, hell yeah.” A brilliant grin lit up his face as he pulled out something that looked like a GPS. “You're the man, Heero.”
“What is that?”
“It's kinda like a tracking system. We used it during the war to mark safe houses and things like that. It's completely undetectable by scanners.”
Quatre just stared at Duo, his tired mind unable to keep up. Duo put an arm over the blond's shoulder and showed him the screen. “See that flashing dot, Quat? That's where Heero is.”
Blue eyes widened. “For real?”
Duo nodded, keeping to himself that the signal never changed. If Heero was moved, they wouldn't know it until they got there. But this was the first lead they had and Duo was praying with everything inside him that it worked.
TBC....
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