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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Normally Duo is the impatient one. That doesn't mean he doesn't know how to be patient, he does, but that doesn't stop him from letting everyone around him know they needed to hurry the hell up. Most of the time I just shake my head. This time I'm feeling every bit as impatient as he is. As much as it pained him, he had to reveal that the signal wouldn't move even if the locater did, and Quatre was definitely not happy about that. So at least three of us are ready to jump out of our skin.
It was frustrating, to say the least. We had no way of knowing their conditions. We knew Trowa was injured due to the picture, Ronnie was pregnant and Heero was sick. But that's all information we knew eight days ago. And due to the fact that we hadn't been home since Heero left, we had no way of knowing how long it had been since he activated the device. For all we knew, they were halfway around the world by now.
******
“All right, be ready to move out within the hour.” Une dismissed them.
“Finally.” All eyes turned to Wufei and he raised his chin. “What? They've had Heero and the others for eight days, which is eight too many as far as I'm concerned.”
No one commented as they headed down to the locker room. There was a sort of controlled chaos as bullet proof vests were donned, guns were loaded, extra ammo gathered, and comm devices handed out.
It had been a while since Quatre had joined in on a mission, but he could still do what needed doing. Of course, he never was much for hand to hand combat or infiltration. His strength laid in strategy, but there was no way he could simply plan this one and wait it out at headquarters. A gentle hand fell on his shoulder and squeezed.
“We're gonna get them back, buddy.”
Quatre took a breath. “I just hope they're all okay when we do.”
******
Heero took slow, steady breaths. He was curled on his right side on the bed, head at the foot so he could face Trowa. The taller Preventer's wounds had become infected and a fever had set in. Ronnie tried to help both of them, but there wasn't much she could do. They'd barely been fed and were only each given two cups of water a day.
The door opened and Marks strode in, barely sparing a glance to Ronnie and Trowa. Two other men came in and stood by Trowa's bed. Marks sat on the edge of Heero's.
“How are you feeling today?”
Tired blue eyes dragged up to the man's face. “You think being nice to me will change my mind?”
He smirked. “Doesn't really matter what you think at the point.” He trailed his hand over Heero's cheek, down his neck and shoulder to the needle in his arm. “I don't think you need this anymore.”
Heero tried to pull away, but Marks held him easily and removed the needle. He pulled off Heero's shirt and untaped the tube, tossing the pack to the side.
“What are you doing?” Ronnie screeched.
“Shut up, bitch,” one of the men separating them from Heero ordered.
Trowa clenched his jaw as Marks' hands ran over Heero's sickly body, not hindered at all as the Japanese man tried to shove them away. “Leave him alone, Marks.”
Marks cut his eyes to Trowa. “Are you offering to take his place?”
“No,” Heero whispered. He closed his eyes and stopped resisting.
Marks grinned and took Heero's lips in a bruising kiss. A whimper crept from Heero before he could stop it as hands worked at his pants and shoved them down. Marks moved his lips down Heero's body and he turned his head to the side, sickened by the unwelcome touches to his skin. Marks grabbed his limp length and squeezed harshly. Heero gasped in pain and tried to pull away. A slap from across the room made him open his eyes. Ronnie was holding her cheek, glaring up at the thug.
“Fight again,” Marks began, “and it'll be more than a slap next time.”
Heero kept his gaze on her until she turned sorrow-filled eyes to him. “Sorry.”
She shook her head, tears falling as she watched his body be abused. She felt so utterly useless. They were Preventers, for crying out loud. How was it that all they could do was sit and be hostages so Heero could be raped?
Hands spread his legs and he closed his eyes again as dry fingers rubbed at his entrance.
******
Zechs slid silently into the control room. He sneaked up behind the man watching the screens with a grin on his face. Zechs followed his gaze and ground his teeth. He reached out and snatched the man by his neck, pulling him roughly to his feet. The guard clawed at the strong hand squeezing his throat.
“Where is that room?”
He gasped. “Th-third level. Second hall, third room on the left.”
Zechs nodded and tossed the man out into the hall. Noin paled as she saw the screen. He pulled her from the room, allowing his team to deal with the guard.
He pressed the button on his comm. “Wufei, third level. It's Marks. He's got two men in there along with Heero, Trowa, and Ronnie.”
“How do they look?”
Zechs swallowed as he and Noin tore up the stairs. “He's trying to rape Heero.” A shot rang through the stairwell and he and Noin flattened to the wall, returning fire. An alarm began ringing.
“Shit.”
******
Heero clenched his teeth, chest heaving with pain-filled gasps as the dry fingers stretched him. He wanted to push the man away, but he couldn't risk any more harm coming to the other two. A shrill alarm echoed through the air and the fingers stilled within him.
“What the hell is going on?”
“I'll find out.” One of the men left the room and returned a moment later. “Preventers!”
Heero raised his leg and shoved his foot into Marks' chest, causing the man to fall to the floor. Heero scrambled for his pants. A hand caught his ankle and yanked. He slid to his knees on the floor, his arms still on the bed. Marks pressed his chest to his back and the barrel of a gun was placed to his temple. He froze, fists clenched on his pants.
“Ronnie?”
“We're fine.”
Marks pressed his lips to Heero's ear. “On your feet, Yuy.”
A crushing arm wrapped around his waist and lifted him from the floor. He could barely keep his feet under him and was sure that if the arm left he wouldn't be able to remain standing. Heero held the pants in front of himself as Marks moved to the door.
“Keep an eye on them,” he commanded his men.
Heero gasped for breath as he was forced down the hall. He became confused as to their location after all the turns they'd made. He could hear gunfire and shouts for people to freeze. Nausea rolled over him and he was so tired he could hardly keep his head up.
“Just let me go.”
“Not bloody likely.”
******
Zechs paused outside an open door, listening for a minute.
“Go and get help.”
“I'm not going to leave you defenseless. What if he comes back?”
A soft snort. “He hightailed it out of here to save his neck.”
Zechs sighed in relief and stepped into the room. His relief faded as he saw Trowa's state and no sign of Heero except for the chemo pack and his shirt on the rumpled bed. He tapped the comm.
“Wufei, I've found Trowa and Ronnie.” He stood by the bed, quickly looking over Trowa's form. “You're a mess.”
“Go get Heero,” he whispered. “He hurt him.”
Zechs nodded. “Lu, help him get out of here.”
******
Duo moved down the hall silently until he was behind a man holding a machine gun. He pressed his gun to the back of the man's head. “This is the part where you surrender.”
The man spun quickly, but Duo slammed a knife into the man's chest and lowered him to the floor. “Gave you the choice, buddy.” He wiped his knife clean and he, Quatre and Wufei continued down the hall. He flattened to the wall as he heard shuffling and a grunt from around the corner.
“Please... I can't...”
Violet eyes widened at the weak plea. He cut his eyes backward, barely making out Quatre and Wufei in the dark. His lover's lips were pressed to a fine line and Quatre looked ready to charge. Wufei held him back.
“I'm going to be sick.”
“I doubt you have anything left to come up. Now shut up.”
A gasp was followed by a whimper and they came into view. Duo fought to keep himself in mission mode and not outwardly react to Heero's condition. In a little over a week he had lost a frightening amount of weight and all his hair was gone. His ribs were easily seen through his skin. His shadowed eyes were barely open.
Marks had yet to see them in the dark hallway, but with the angle they couldn't get a clear shot at him. He shifted his arm to pull Heero up. “Would you stand up?”
Blue eyes closed. “C-can't.” His legs were trembling violently. “I need... to sit down.”
Marks tightened his arm, causing Heero to release a gasp. “Cooperate.”
He tried to force Heero another step, but it wasn't happening. His legs gave completely and Marks lost his hold on him. Duo aimed and shot Marks in the arm. The man's gun clattered to the ground and Wufei jumped, pulling his hands behind his back and cuffing him. The grin Duo graced Marks with was a tad manic.
“Alan Marks, you have the right to remain totally fucked.” He rared back and punched the man hard enough to break his nose.
Hands caressed Heero's forehead and he tried to brush them away, hating the whimper that escaped his throat.
“It's all right.”
He opened his eyes. “Quatre?”
“Yeah.” He cupped a hand to Heero's cheek. “He... did he...?”
“No, but not for lack of trying.” He soaked in the sight of the blond. It was strange to see him in black clothes and loaded down with weapons, but even that couldn't take away from his beauty. He fought against the fatigue that threatened to pull him under.
Duo knelt beside them and hooked an arm under his knees and shoulders and lifted him gently. “Didn't they feed you?” he asked as they moved down the hall.
“Everything tastes like shit.” He closed his eyes. “Trowa and Ronnie?”
“Zechs found them.”
He released a breath. “Trowa's really sick. Infection.”
Quatre took his head. “He'll be fine. How long have you been off the chemo?”
“Not long. He took it off when he tried to...” he trailed off as the full extent of what had almost happened hit him. Marks had actually had his fingers inside of him. Only three people had ever been allowed that, and they were men he respected. Two of which he loved.
He began to feel sick and this time it had nothing to do with chemo. If they hadn't shown up when they had, Marks would have... He shook his head, shivering. He didn't even want to think about that.
“Cold?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, not wanting Quatre to know what he'd really been thinking.
Quatre glanced around the room they stepped into on the bottom floor. It was a large open room where various weapons were stored. Preventers milled about, cataloging what they found. Quatre spotted a sheet covering some boxes and ran to snatch it. He quickly laid it over Heero. Duo shifted his arms slightly so Quatre could tuck it more firmly around him.
“Better?”
“Mm.” He nodded slightly.
Duo frowned as those going through the weapons stopped to watch them, most faces showing shock when they realized who he was carrying. “Get back to work.”
They hurried to do so. Sally looked over as they stepped outside, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon. She ran to them and put a hand to his forehead.
“Heero?”
“Hm?”
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
“I'm tired.”
Duo laid him on the stretcher in the ambulance and backed out so Quatre could ride with them. Sally unwound the sheet so she could better examine him. There were bruises on his wrists, waist and thighs. “Heero, I'm turning you to your side for a moment.”
He groaned softly at the movement. She bit her lip and Quatre gasped. “You said he didn't do anything.”
Heero shivered slightly. “He didn't.”
Sally laid him to his back. “They why is there blood?” Heero pressed his lips together and Sally ground her teeth. “Look at me.”
Slowly, blue eyes opened and moved from Sally's worried face to Quatre's. “Just two fingers. He didn't have time for more.”
Quatre really wanted to go back and punch Marks. It was highly unfair only Duo had the pleasure. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Heero's forehead. “I'm sorry it took us so long.”
Heero lifted his hand and traced the back of his trembling fingers down Quatre's cheek. “You made it in time.”
Quatre caught the hand. “Love you.”
Heero smiled weakly, but he couldn't hold the fatigue back anymore and fell into the blessed darkness he'd been wanting since Marks had stepped into their cell.
“Heero?”
“He's passed out,” Sally said as she began hooking up monitors, oxygen, and an IV with much needed fluids.
“He looks awful, Sally.”
“He's malnourished and dehydrated. Once we get some food and liquid into him, he'll get better.”
Quatre wished it was that easy. “The chemo makes it hard for him to eat.”
Sally gave him a soft smile. “Don't worry, Quatre. Everything will be all right.”
TBC.....
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