Claimed: bent or broken??

Much thanks to those who actually posted for once. More continued support would be wonderful!! oh, and arialee... sorry, i was a little uncertain myself what i wanted Duo to be. i hope we get to know precisely what he is soon. Iichan, i will have a couple more fics brewing but nothing more for gundam wing at this time. sorry if that disappoints.
ah, and anime_gal22... i'm the writer and i still don't know.i have to find something really good and nothing is coming to mind... *cries*

now for the story....



With this thought, he managed to dash onto his feet, hands still bound, and bolted for the door.

“Stop.”


His feet suddenly stopped, like they’d been cemented to the floor at the sound of that coldly ordered word. His momentum carried his body forward and he landed roughly, chest and face crashing into the floor, knocking the wind out of him. “A beautiful perk, dear Heero, of not being human. Your body cannot help but obey an order given by either of us right now. You can resist but it’ll be pointless, and utterly painful.” A sharp, almost ticklish sensation traced his spine before nails- or claws- bore down into his skin, raising droplets of blood and two poised exactly over the bumps in his spine. The threat had no need of being spoken- the mere touch of bladelike pressure spoke loudly enough, and he remained silent. “My, my.” That hollow voice of Duo’s unnerved him more. “And what would Relena think if she knew her precious ‘hero’ wanted to run in fear from his friends? Or that he was so much a whore that he couldn’t say no to those friends’ use of his body?”

Anger. That one emotion he could use as a weapon… Heero hissed as he flexed and struggled, forgetting in his rage the pinpoints of talons within his skin. One sliced a thin mark above a rib, and the pain made him pause before the ones above his spine could sink deep. The humiliation of the whole situation began to eat at him, and he whimpered, finally beginning to give up. “What do you want with me? What do you want me to do?”

“For the time being, you’re ours. You will lead a split life, as we set before you. On missions, you’ll continue to be the soldier J wants you to be. You’ll act like your usual self in front of Quatre, Trowa, and everyone else. But if we say something, you listen. We give you an order, you obey, no questions asked. We own you, understand?” Fingers tangled in his hair and yanked his head up at a painful angle. Black and gold eyes stared down at him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he managed just to whisper. Oh, he understood all right. He just didn’t like it. “By the way, Yuy. I wouldn’t suggest running away. There is nowhere, in earth or space, that could hide from either of us if you tried to run away. If you were even successful in the first place.”

“Like you could keep me here if you were both gone or I was out on mission.” He should have known his challenge would have been received badly, he noted as suddenly Wufei was dragging him up by the hold in his hair. He could see the unspoken communication he had with Duo, still behind him. But Heero didn’t feel scared until that mouth opened wide to reveal two lines of sharp teeth. His head was pulled back, baring his throat, and both of them growled “Ours,” before twin points of pain blossomed on his collarbone.

The ache, it wasn’t too bad, but the heat that followed and an inexplicable sense of doom that filled him was what finally made him sink to his knees when they released him. Or he could blame it on blood loss, he noted, as he saw them both licking the crimson liquid off their lips. He dropped his gaze away and lowered his head just a little. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they’d done this time. Even his anger was draining away. He knelt on the floor, blood trickling down his chest, scratches on his back, and sore muscles in his stretched, bruised lower abdomen. Self detonation may have hurt worse, but it wasn’t this debasing or felt so wrong.

Wufei’s soft voice reached him first. “I’m leaving you to Duo’s care for a while. When you’ve learned what he has to teach, then I’ll come visit you. Until then, you’re just a toy for him to use, a slut who needs to learn his place. He won’t kill you and will leave you in well enough condition to fight if something comes up. Past that, he can do anything to you, everything he must. You will obey him, and therefore obey me.” He cradled Heero’s cheek in his hand for a moment before leaning in and kissing him, leaving the taste of copper and other molten things in his mouth. “Make me proud, my little slut.”

Heero watched the young dragon walk away, before his vision was filled with long lean legs and light skin. He found himself looking up into Duo’s face and feeling the sensation of nervous dread fill him as the braided pilot grinned. “C’mon, time our little toy learned some new manners for his masters.”


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Suggestions for the next step, anyone? "training" with Heero? another visit to treize? a peek at Zechs? or plot building that doesn't necessarily focus on any of them?
I NEED INSPIRATION!!!!