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Cages	By : Ryoko21 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 14166 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Zechs 197

“They’re coming for you.”

“Who?” I wondered, slowly turning to look at Treize across the room. I was still angry over the incident with Quatre, but there was something in his voice that made me look at him. That, and the fact that he had dosed me again with whatever drug had been in my iv, was making everything seem distant and unimportant.

“Don’t play coy with me,” he warned, but there was no edge to his voice. “I know your team is coming to get you. And, most likely, so are your boys.”

He crossed the room then, in long, intimidating strides, until he knelt just in front of me.

“Will you be my downfall?” he wondered, stroking his knuckles across my cheek. “It’s a risk having you here, but worth it in the long run, I think. There was no other way to find out how compromised my enterprise has been, than to play directly into their trap. And now I simply have to sit back and wait for the trap to close, and we’ll see who is caught in the end,” he said cryptically.

“I don’t understand,” I protested, his message baffling especially in my state of mind, but he just smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

“Of course you don’t,” he replied, and I could tell that he didn’t believe me. There was a noise then, an urgent rapping at the door, and he separated from me.

“Enter,” he called, and a guard stepped hastily inside, letting the door slide quickly closed behind him. “Let me guess,” Treize continued, throwing me an amused and yet again baffling look as he said, “I suppose there’s some kind of emergency. In the lower bays, I presume.”

“There… Yes,” the guard said, and finally someone looked at least as confused as I was. “Someone has set fire to your personal shuttle. It… It seems to be a personal attack on your character. Someone managed to write… to write ‘fuckface rapist asshole’ across your jet in flames.”

“Ah,” Treize said, but it was still with an amused undertone. “I don’t suppose I should guess who could possibly be so brazen as to write that,” he said, rolling his eyes toward me with that same amused smile. “I suppose I’ll just go respond in person, then, shall I?” he said, placing his hands in his pockets and sauntering towards the door. “Don’t try anything while I’m gone,” he called as the door closed behind him.

Leaving only me and the equally baffled guard behind.

“You… don’t know what all that was about, do you?” the guard asked me. He was dark haired and obviously young. I shook my head, uncertain if I was allowed to respond verbally. “I suppose I should… follow him, then.”

And then it was just me.

But not for long.

Moments after the young guard had departed, two guards with hats pulled low over their faces marched Quatre and Wufei into the room. I blame the drugs for it taking me a moment longer to realize it was Heero and Trowa in the guard uniforms.

“What are you doing here?” I yelped, leaping unsteadily from my seat on the sofa to come to the four slaves, kneeling in front of Quatre. Dressed and in the presence of the other boys, he looked almost nothing like the scared teen that had run out of these rooms hours ago, but he came into my embrace just as quickly. “Where’s Duo?” I asked, my arms still full of Quatre but my eyes scanning for the long-haired teen.

“He’s creating an undoubtedly large and brazen distraction,” Heero answered as I rose to my feet. I went to him, and then Trowa, needing to touch their skin and reassure myself that they alright, despite being right in front of me. “He should be joining us any time.”

“And then what?” I wondered, and by now I was face-to-face with Wufei, so my question was posed to him. My arms came to his shoulders to lean on him for balance. Of its own accord, my hand went to his face, my thumb stroking his cheek. If only for a moment, I couldn’t deny myself the small comfort.

“And then…” he hesitated, looking guiltily from me to the other boys and then back again. “Then we await rescue.”

“Rescue?” I wondered, pulling away from him in surprise and nearly falling as the world shifted under me. “What rescue? You mean…” I was more livid than I had thought the drugs would allow, and had to take a deep breath to calm myself. “You told them?” I growled.

“Yes. They deserve to know. They…” But I cut him off before he could build himself into a righteous frenzy.

“They are in danger now,” I growled. “He’ll think they’re agents! We need to get all of you back, now, and hide this! You don’t know what kind of danger you’re all in!”

“We’re not children, damn you!” Wufei snarled. “They were willing to take that risk for you!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! He won’t let this go!” I yelled, adrenaline surging in me as I tried to figure out how I could possibly cover this up, could put it back to the way it was, and keep them safe from Treize.

“Master, please,” Quatre begged, and his hand on my arm made me stop. “We wanted to help with the rescue,” Quatre he said, and it broke my heart to have to be the one to crush his hopes.

“Boys… There isn’t going to be a rescue. There wasn’t an escape plan, because no one thought I would be caught. I’m sorry.”

But now it was their turn to look confused, casting questioning glances between each other.

“Zechs,” came Wufei finally. “There is a rescue. We talked to Sally, and she said to find you because there is a team on the way.”

“There’s… But there can’t be. They’ll never be able to get into the satellite, it’s a virtual fortress.”

“So… she lied?”

“On the contrary,” came a chilling voice from the door way, and all of us jumped. I stepped between Wufei and Treize, putting myself between him and my boys as he stepped into the room and closed the door. He’d been lying in wait, then, for my slaves. That was what all the half-covered implications had been; he thought I’d asked them to come to me.

“I have full confidence that an extraction team is on the way,” he continued. “A second team that has been in my games for just as long, or perhaps even longer than you. They are your rescue party, and they aren’t here to break into the satellite, but to break you out. And possibly take me with you.”

“Another…” I was shocked, unable to even make the words for my questions. Another team? What did that mean? Why hadn’t I been told? What were they for? Who were they? The questions rolled in my head but I could find no single thought to anchor them. The drugs in my system were warring with the stress I was under, and I found myself growing nauseous. When I managed to center myself, I was surprised to find that Treize had moved and was now peering at my face, his nose only inches from my own.

“I had thought…” his voice trailed, his eyes searching mine for sincerity. “I had thought you knew. But I suppose it was easier for them to leave you in the dark.” His fingers trailed over my jaw and up my cheek. “It’s better this way. I would hate to have all your hopes riding on this, only to have to crush them.”

He backed away then, his eyes trailing over the four slaves behind me with an approving light.

“It was a good plan, boys,” he told them. “Should I expect the Shinigami soon? I assume that he’s finished with his demolition now that he’s desecrated my shuttle.”

“Duo won’t be as easily caught,” Heero warned, but Treize only smiled.

“Oh, I think he’ll come right to me if I have the four of you here. He’s probably already watching,” Treize said, then glanced inexplicably towards the ceiling. “and if he doesn’t want something to happen to one of his little friends,” Treize said, then grabbed Quatre twisted his arm behind his back, “he’ll make an appearance,” Treize finished expectantly. When nothing happened, he twisted, causing Quatre to squeal. I was on my feet and ready to intercede when I heard the shuffling in the ceiling and an echoed, “Alright!” before Duo kicked out the cover to the air vent and dropped out of the ceiling. Covered in dust, with his hair freed from its usual braid and tangled in a mess behind him, Duo looked nearly savage as he glared at Treize with murder in his eyes. But Treize only smiled and shoved Quatre back toward Trowa.

“So this is the full five of them?” Treize said, surveying the group. “You would have made an excellent tactical squad. Too bad Zechs has managed to turn you from fighting dogs into house pets. But I suppose there are some benefits,” he said as he approached Duo, twining his fingers through a strand of Duo’s loose hair, “to having such talented, lovely young men warming my bed.”

“I’m not warming anything for you,” Duo snarled, but it still couldn’t shake Treize’s calm. Instead, he smiled savagely.

“We’ll see,” he replied, and I was alarmed that Treize seemed to be enjoying the challenge.

ut then, thankfully, he backed away and turned to address the group.

ldquo;I’m not surprised you managed to get past my guards, as skilled as you are, but I want you to know that whatever clemency I extend to you now for your actions applies only to what has happened prior to when you arrived here.”

“Clemency?” I wondered, and had to seat myself on the couch, because my head was spinning.

“Well, I’m not going to punish your slaves for their… willfulness before I’ve had time to train them.” And his attention was back on Duo again. “And I will enjoy training them.”

Duo bristled, but amazingly held enough common sense to hold his tongue.

“What are you saying?” Wufei cut in, who was just as on edge as Duo.

“I’m saying that I will give you on chance, here and now, to swear loyalty to me. If you do, I can promise that you will stay alive and stay together with Zechs. I will forgive any transgressions you have made today, and I will mold you all into exemplary soldiers and slaves for my use and my pleasure. If you refuse, I can guarantee that you will not leave this room alive, and your master will watch you die.”

There was absolute silence in the room, and I had to put my head between my knees as another wave of nausea hit me.

“Yeah, fuck that shit,” and that was Duo, obviously. “I didn’t come all the way up here through your dirty air vents – and don’t you have people to clean those? – just so I can give up and roll over for you, asshole.”

“Duo,” I warned, but it lacked conviction with my head between my knees.

“Fuck you too, Zechs, if you’re just gonna let him walk all over you! We’ve come too far to let you give up now!”

“Is this some sort of stress reaction?” Treize wondered, and I wasn’t too overwhelmed by dizziness to smile.

“No, this is pretty much how he is all the time,” I replied, but Treize frowned. To him, the disrespect wasn’t amusing and endearing. To someone who was used to total control, it was an outrage. “Treize,” I called, trying to diffuse the arising situation, but Treize was already strolling toward my longhaired slave. Duo, though, wasn’t one to be intimidated, and when Treize towered over him, Duo just threw his shoulders back and went nose to nose with the Owner.

“A slave under my care does not talk in such vulgar ways,” Treize growled, but Duo just sneered.

“Good thing I’m not your fucking slave then, asshole.”

Zechs 198

And I was on my feet as Treize reached for Duo, nearly falling again as Duo pulled back and landed a solid hit to Treize’s jaw. Treize snarled, a trail of blood leaking down his chin, and I tried to get between them but I stumbled before I could get more than a step away from the couch, landing in a heap beside it. Quatre came to me, and I saw what Treize was about to do only a moment before he did. Unable to move, I shouted a warning to Duo and covered Quatre’s eyes, but it was already too late. Treize had Duo by the wrist, and a fierce jerk in the wrong direction and the accompanying pops signaled that it had been broken in multiple places.

Duo screamed, then cursed a blue streak as Heero kicked Treize in the ribs, knocking him away from Duo and pulling his lover behind the couch for shielding. I tried to shove Quatre behind the couch but my coordination was still off. Luckily Trowa had the same idea and took Quatre from me, dragging him behind the couch with Duo. By the time he returned and helped me to my feet, Treize had also recovered.

“I see all your slaves are wayward as the Shinigami,” Treize laughed, wiping the smear of blood from his face. “I will enjoy teaching all of them some manners,” he said viciously, eyeing Heero and Duo. But it was Wufei who stepped forward and said enough.

“Do we really have to dance to this tune again?” Treize asked, his confident smirk unshaken in the face of Wufei’s barely contained rage. “After all, we both know how this ends.”

“It isn’t the same,” Wufei countered, his eyes flicking to me for just a moment before turning back to Treize. “I have something to fight for this time, and I won’t let you take that from me.”

“Don’t act to noble, Wufei,” Treize sneered. “Don’t forget that you’re the one who sold him out to me. You’re the one who doubted, and they’re all paying for it now.”

I could tell from the stillness in Trowa that this should have shocked me, but I was barely keeping up with the conversation. My eyes were aching and I leaned my face against Trowa’s chest, and I could feel him looking at me with worry even as I heard Duo in the background saying, “What the fuck, Wufei? You fucking sold us out?”

“I made an error in judgment,” Wufei replied tersely. “That I now regret. Had I won Collar, this might have been avoided. Or things might have been worse. I made the decision I thought best at the time, and now we will deal with the consequences.”

“Yeah, tell that to my broken fucking arm.”

“Enough!” Treize snarled, and there was the sound of a blade being unsheathed. I looked back in time to see Treize tossing a blade to Wufei. “Sword fighting was your best skill, correct? Well, your strongest fighting skill,” Treize teased, but Wufei was too angry to be embarrassed. Instead, he struck out, and as the swords clashed together I felt a drop of moisture on my sleeve, and looked down to see blood. My hand came to my face and I realized that my nose was bleeding. I brought my sleeve up to cover it, hoping that at least if I was too sick to help Wufei I wouldn’t be a distraction to him.

Another clash of blades brought me back to the fight, and I could see that Wufei was holding his own valiantly, but that Treize was still a larger, stronger opponent. Wufei was quick, but Treize was experienced and he was giving no quarter.

“If I had known it would make you this fierce, it’s have given you to another master long ago,” Treize said, pinning Wufei against a wall, their swords crossed and scraping against each other. “I haven’t seen this much fire in you since I first bested you.”

“This time I’ll burn you, you bastard!” Wufei screamed, throwing Treize off of him. Treize stumbled, but recovered gracefully and rushed Wufei again. I got lost in their movements, the swing and parry, the clang of the swords, and time began to slip by. By the time I realized that I was beginning to lose consciousness, Wufei and Treize were both covered in sweat, a small wound on Treize’s thigh and several similar ones on Wufei’s arms.

And I realized, with a start, that the blood from my nose didn’t seem to be slowing, and it had soaked through my sleeve and was now dribbling down my arm. Even with all his attention on the fight, Trowa could not overlook the liquid dropping onto his chest, and he turned to me and cursed. Ripping a piece from his borrowed uniform, Trowa called for Heero, who carefully slipped around the fighting pair to come to me. Together they lowered me to the floor, allowing me to rest against the overturned couch, and Quatre slipped around from behind the couch to help hold me up.

“What the hell happened?” Heero asked, peering into my eyes. I tried to speak for a moment before I realized that he hadn’t been asking me.

“I don’t know,” Trowa replied. “He seemed drugged when he came in, but he didn’t actually hurt himself. I was watching to make sure he didn’t. Maybe he’s having a bad reaction?”

“Is he going to be okay?” Quatre asked, but Heero ignored him, because I think they both knew that something was very wrong with me.

“Wufei!” Heero shouted, “better move this along,” he advised, and I knew that Wufei would simply nod even though I couldn’t see the fight around Heero.

“What the hell is going on?” Duo shouted from the other side of the room.

“Zechs is… sick. We need to get him out of here as soon as possible.”

“This is all your fault, asshole!” Duo shouted at Treize, unable to get in his face with his arm broken like it was. “Can’t you even take care of one fucking slave? No wonder your whole enterprise is going under!”

There was a knocking at the door then, and a shout of, “Preventers!” Treize faltered for a moment, and I don’t think he expected them to make it so far so soon. But then he smiled again, his confidence back, and he said, “It seems it is time to end this game.”

And then he lunged at Wufei. His sword pointed at Wufei’s chest, and Wufei wasn’t quick enough to bring his sword up, and then it was too late because Treize’s sword was only inches from Wufei’s body and he couldn’t block it then anyway. I pulled myself to my knees and screamed, but there was nothing I could do.

But in those last final moments before the blade would have pierced his heart, Wufei took a page out of Duo’s book and dropped to the floor, sliding between Treize’s legs, and leaving Treize’s sword nothing to find but thin air. And from the floor between Treize’s feet Wufei made his move, thrusting his blade straight up and through Treize’s chest.

They hovered like that for a moment, with Wufei flat on his back and supporting most of Treize’s weight on the end of his blade, with Treize impaled and gushing blood down Wufei’s sword and arm, until finally Treize fell to the side, the blade coming out of his chest as Wufei refused to release his hold.

Duo whooped and I smiled, knowing that my boys were now safe. But that was all I could manage. And as the rescue team, whoever they were, broke down the door and came flooding in, I let myself fall to the floor.

“Zechs!” Wufei screamed, dashing to me. Another, strangely familiar voice yelled, “Commander!” and then there were two sets of arms rolling me over and sitting me up.

But the face I saw when my vision cleared made me cringe, and I shoved him away as harshly as possible. I caught his scent and heaved, my slaves gathering protectively around me as they sensed my turmoil. Had I been able, I would have jumped to my feet and run through the bastard who had seen me at my lowest, and had taken advantage of that. I could still taste him in my mouth, still feel the burn of humiliation, and that alone gave me the strength to maintain consciousness.

“You bastard!” I snarled as Saiya fell back, his dark eyes impassive. “Get away from me!”

“Who are you?” Wufei hissed, leveling his blood-covered blade at the intruder.

“Listen to me,” Saiya said, and I stilled only because his hands were held harmlessly at his sides, and his slaves too were forming a protective ring behind him. “I know you don’t remember me fondly, and I apologize for any harm I may have caused you,” he said, then paused and cast an appealing glance at my slaves. “But I am the other agent preventers sent, and like it or not I am here to rescue you. I’ve already neutralized Argo, Rebbekka, and Tanion. Now that Treize is finished, we can evacuate you and your team. You have to believe me, I’m on your side.”

“Prove it,” I demanded, but I knew it was true even before he read me the secret code for infiltration missions. “You can’t be an agent,” I denied, but I knew already that it was true.

“When I saw you at Treize’s side, I thought my cover had been blown,” Saiya explained hurriedly, as though it was important that I know, now, his motives, ”I thought that Treize had brought me there to let you expose me. When you didn’t recognize me, I still couldn’t be sure that Treize didn’t suspect a link, so I… played my role. I’m sorry it had to happen to you, Commander,” he apologized, and was it unfair of me to think he’d gone too far? To hope that this, perhaps, was outside of what my supervisors would allow?

But I was still reeling from the shock, and the next words left my mouth thoughtlessly, and opened doors that I really would have preferred left shut.

“Why would preventers send another team after me? Why send a decoy without telling me?”

And there was guilt in Saiya’s eyes, just a glimmer, and that told me everything I needed to know.

“You weren’t a decoy, then,” I said steadily, trying to maintain my calm and accept the facts as they were. “I was.”

“I’m sorry, Commander. The head of the mission knew who the Owner was, knew your relationship with him, and thought they could use you to lure him out.”

“Bait, then. Even better.”

“They felt that it was better if you weren’t aware of the situation, in case he compromised you, sir,” he said, and the tone was respectful enough but I could see the cogs turning in his head. I could see him trying to match up the slave that had sucked his cock like a whore and the commander who had been on battle fields and in surgery tents both. And I could see that he’d never be able to respect me as a commander again, no matter what he might say about motives and situations.

“You mean in case I fell back in love with my old partner and sold out Preventers, is that what you mean?” I snarled, and the words burned in my throat. Treize must have known how naive I was. If I had truly had any information for him, would I have been able to withhold it? The fact that I was doubting myself was reason enough to believe that the Preventers’ had made the right choice, but the betrayal burned just the same.

“I do not know the reasons they had for sending into the mission half-informed, sir, but I was not notified of this development until after you had already been introduced at Collar,” he said.

“Because they’re absolute bastards,” came a wheezy, wet voice from across the room. I turned to find that Treize had managed to prop himself up, despite the wound in his chest, and was listening avidly to our conversation. “I should have known it was you. It was too much of a coincidence that two of our most recent additions rose through the ranks the way you two did. Tell me, Zechs, after hearing all this, are you sure you’re still working for the right side?” he asked, then began to cough up blood.

“We defeated you, didn’t we?” Saiya sneered, but it only made Treize laugh.

“You think you’ve won, and maybe you have, but you’ll never celebrate victory with him.”

“Why not?” Wufei snarled, surprising everyone by jumping up to loom over Treize. “Why would you say that?” Wufei screamed, but Treize laughed until Wufei planted his foot on the wound on Treize’s chest and pressed his weight down.

“Because…” Treize gasped, then choked on blood. “Because I’ve been dosing him with a chemical compound that breaks down his nervous system. If I can’t have him, no one will!” he shouted, his body convulsing and blood spurting from his mouth as he choked on his last breath. His face turned toward me, and I could tell that he was dying.

“I’ll see you on the other side, my love,” he told me, and then the light faded from his eyes.

“I’ll meet you in hell,” I promised, and the light began to fade for me too.
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