Keeping My Hands Busy

Ok, so, I've never written anything like this. It's gross and when I was looking up methods I seriously had to stop because I thought I was gonna be sick. So, here's your next chapter and I hope that it pleases everyone who wants revenge for our little one. I know it's not gonna be a surprise who it is anymore cause I'm fairly sure all of you have figured it out by now.

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His head hurt like hell, he couldn't even remember what had happened. He tried to pull his hands up to rub his temples but found they were restrained. That brought a slight smile to his face. He remembered going to Trowa's house and meeting that cute little Asian. Then he blacked out, not too unusual when people wanted to get into his pants. The restraints just added to the kinkiness. So...this was why Trowa called him, maybe he would get lucky and get that little Asian and Maxwell too. Just the thought of the possibility was turning him on.

Opening his eyes and looking at his feet he very slowly raised his head. About five feet in front of him was another chair and a person. He started at the feet, took in the long legs that were straddling the chair, then up a little farther to see the head resting on the mans arms on the back of the chair. This one was new, another Asian, but harder than the one he had met earlier.

"Trowa!" That one word was all that came from the Asians mouth. Hearing a door open behind him, the man in restraints tried to turn to look at who was coming in. He couldn't quite turn far enough but he could hear three separate sets of feet.

"It's about time, he was out for almost an hour, 'Fei how much did you put in his cup?" That had to be Maxwell, he recognized the voice.

"Heero, get up." The Asians name was apparently Heero and he followed the instructions given by Trowa without question. "Wufei, get the pins." What pins? What was going on? "No accupunture, I don't want him to go numb." Seeing the little Asian from before, the man in the chair made the connection that this must be Wufei...holding a box of pushpins.

"Trowa, what's going on?" He couldn't help asking, if this was going to be an orgy, he wasn't into the pain.

"Man, have you even looked where you are?" That was Maxwell again...what was his first name? Two...oh yes, Duo. Finally lifting his head and looking around the room, the man in the chair was confused. That blonde, he knew him from somewhere, but he couldn't quite place it. "You don't even remember do you?"

"What are you talking about Duo? What's going on?" He had to figure this out. Feeling a sharp pain on his stomach, he looked down to where Wufei had pushed in the first pin. Looking back up to the pictures he tried his hardest to figure out why he was there. What had he done to this blonde that would piss them all off? Feeling Wufei move away from in front of him, the man looked down, there were only three in his stomach...where were the rest of them going? Feeling sharp pain across his shoulders he knew exactly where the Asian was putting them.

"Two years ago, you took something from my little one." Trowa said taking Heero's previous position in the chair. "Think back, two years ago, you and two other men." He looked back at the picture. That couldn't be the one he...no. Two years ago, the man he had raped didn't look anything like that. Seeing the realization in the mans eyes, Trowa couldn't help but smile wickedly. "Remember now? You took our little ones innocence. They lost two years with him, watching him deteriorate. The man that I'm in love with won't even let me touch him because of you."

"Trowa...you know, I mean I never-"

"You know what he told me when I asked him how he wanted you to die?" Seeing fear cross the mans face Trowa continued. "Do whatever you want to him, but when they-if they find his body, I don't want them to find a single bone intact. Heero, start on his hands. Duo, I believe you wanted the feet?" Trowa watched as Heero slowly broke every bone from the wrist to the fingertips and got a sick smile on his face. No one would ever be allowed to touch his little one again but him.

Seeing Duo grab a sledge hammer and bring it around to the front of him, the man in the chair whimpered. The fingers had hurt, but the hammer to his feet...he wanted to cry from the pain he could already imagine. When Duo stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief, they wouldn't actually kill him. They didn't have the stomachs for it. Feeling someone behind him grab his broken hand, he bit his lip in pain, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. When the first six inch bamboo rod was shoved under his fingernail and into his skin, he couldn't help crying out. How could these men stomach causing this kind of pain?

"02." What was that? Oh two? Two...Duo? Looking up he had just enough time to see the braided boy swing the hammer over his head and hear it come down with a sickening crack followed by a silent scream from himself. The next swing, no one heard anything but the screams.

"You know, you shouldn't mess with people, let alone ex-gundam pilots." Gundam pilots???? These young....the blonde, they were all? It was at that moment that he knew he didn't have a chance in hell. They were going to kill him, and then get rid of the body without a problem. Watching Duo move out of the way, he wasn't surprised to see Trowa get off the chair. Flipping it around and untying his legs Trowa propped the mans broken feet on the chair.

"Heero, the wood and the bricks." Wood and bricks? Watching Trowa grab the small plank of wood from the blue eyed Asian and set it down on the man's knees, Wufei smiled. He was never one for purposly causing pain, nor did he really care for looking people in the eyes as he killed them, but he would make an exception for this one. That's when the screams started. As each brick was placed across his knees every pilot in the room was just waiting for the knees to give out. The bricks kept piling up until one more row would make them as tall as Trowa.

Seeing that they were out of bricks, Duo smiled and walked over to the impressive amount on the man's legs. Setting his hand on top of the bricks he was pleased to see the other three do the same. They all looked at each other before pushing down and hearing the crack of the knees bending back words. Looking down, they weren't surprised to see the bones sticking out the back.

"Hey, do you guys still have any of that acid left from the bombs you used to make?" Getting a nod from Heero, Trowa smiled at him. "Use it on him." Getting more nods in agreement Trowa brightened. "Anyone want something to drink?" Taking the orders and leaving the room Trowa smiled, this man was going to regret everything he had ever done to his little one.

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Standing over the broken body, all four pilots looked at each other. How this man was even alive, none of them could figure out. He should of died from the pain long before they would actually have to kill him. Walking to the door and looking back at the other three, Trowa knew they would take care of the body. Watching Duo place his foot on top of his professor's head, Trowa smiled and closed the door as he heard a crunch.

Taking a quick shower and changing clothes so he wasn't covered in blood and other fluids, Trowa hurried to Quatre's house. He didn't bother knocking as the blonde had told him he would add a new voice recognition to the alarm to allow him in. Stopping in the living room to kick off his shoes and socks and peel off his shirt and pants, Trowa joined his little one in his bedroom. Ever since the incident in the shower at the hospital, Trowa had started wearing boxers, just in case his little one wanted something like that again.

"Trowa?" Smiling into the darkness, Trowa made his way over to the bad and hugged the small blonde.

"He's dead and there's nothing to worry about anymore." Trowa could almost see the smile his little one had given him in the dark. Putting his head down onto the pillow and finally relaxing, Trowa opened his arms for the blonde to snuggle with him like he did every night. Sighing when the blonde slid into his arms Trowa smiled.

"Trowa?"

"Hmm?" Trowa's heart skipped a beat as he felt two hands on his face and soft lips on his. He didn't rush anything and just let his little one kiss him sweetly before pulling back.

"Thank you." The green eyed boy just smiled again and held on tight.

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Yay, ok, so the guy is dead now, but we still got all the flashbacks before Trowa can help our little one. I completely feel like typing in

'Join us next time to see if our hero's will prevail.'


Lol, I'm all jacked up on caffeine and sugar right now. Anyways, Review plz. Love it? Hate it? let me know.